CURRENTLY HUNTING DOWN SOME OF THE STORIES RE: POETRY AND PROSE. FINDING INSPIRATION FOR FUTURE LYRICS TO SOME NEW SONGS. SO BRINGING THEM UP TO THE CURRENT DATE FOR EASY ACCESS.
SOME SOOTHING MUSIC ALONGSIDE TOO ?
(I can’t multitask, so listening and reading at the same time is a no go)
Music played and written by Gray Summers. That’ll be me then….
FROM THE CITY LIFE TO COUNTRYSIDE LIVING……..
Escaped from city downtown,
Moved over to the Westside.
Journey?
Miles on miles
To eventually arrive
At a coastal beach vibe
In ‘95.
Man, it was a good time
A very, very good time
To find
Our souls were
Suddenly alive.
No more need to struggle to win
Broke out from the bubble skin
Of city life
In order
To survive.
Stars were brighter
In the Night sky
Mood felt lighter
And Passers by
Didn’t pass by.
They waved,
Approached
They stopped,
They smiled and joked ,
They said ‘Hi’.
And we, simply being us,
Always smiled,
And said ‘Hi’
In reply.
Hi?
It meant a bond was there.
Equal to a thousand words.
No one ever stopped to share
Comments on the weather.
An unspoken rule,
Never heard.
We were birds of a feather.
It was that look exchanged
Knowing.
We were almost suddenly complete.
Knew where we were going.
Like the local guy
Named Pete,
A prophet?
Or Yogi?
Stood on one leg
Balancing perfectly
Stock still
Looking out to sea
In his own silence.
Content. Free.
High on life.
Caught in a trance.
Healed by Nature.
Thought to himself
‘Man! This is so Deep
I feel I could dance’.
On Summer evenings
Amongst the Dunes.
Those endless afternoons
Sang endless tunes
Taught specific rules.
‘Live a lazy life’.
‘Say No to strife’.
‘Be cool as cool’.
‘Stop, or maybe start,
Acting the fool’.
T’was an exceptional way
To pass the time.
Sublime in
Allowing the growth
From small beginnings
To full blown creation for
Future memories to own.
Developed with elation.
Found within joy and contemplation.
Contentment found simply from
Singing in celebration.
Adopting words from
Crooned out tunes
Sat under a Harvest Moon.
The mind settles
No longer frantic
Just more romantic
When oft heard melodies
From the 1920s
Mind shower down
As if from the sky.
‘Pennies from Heaven’,
‘Blue Moon’, ‘Stardust’,
‘Baby, Come out of the Clouds’,
‘As time goes by’.
Still singing, eyes glistening
With happy tears?
Nah! You explain.
The beach on solstice nights.
Means dancing, arms to heaven
Feeling for rain.
Hands with Mudra patterns
Swirl shapes
Amongst the flying
Fire sprites
Innately insane.
Hurling around
On ash flown surf boards
Cackling
Alongside the crackling of
Flames.
Tears start falling,
So turning away
In surprise.
You lie to yourself,
Truth disguised.
‘These tears?
It’s because’….
You croon,
You surmise
Under a solstice moon
Where beach fires burn.
‘These ain’t emotional tears.
Nah!
It’s just that
Smoke gets in your eyes’.
Gray Summers 
“Under a solstice moon…” so many lines to adore in this. Brilliant, Gray.
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When you have actually lived the experiences, it becomes second nature to put them down I suppose. Pete wasn’t the actual name. But it’s hard finding words linking to Jason. 😉
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Ah, totally understandable about changing the name.
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Rhyming is a strange thing. I like to keep to similar sounds in amongst the fray for songwriting. The story develops in a clearer more obvious way. Thank you Sheila.
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“amongst the fray” and “obvious way” makes a great rhyme too, Gray.
My mom used to say this line, “poet who don’t know it.” Cheers!
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Never noticed this. 😊 Well spotted. And you’ve added a third one with the name too. I have heard that poet/don’t know it line. I just write to feel my mind is active in different ways. You yourself can appreciate that by the way you follow your heart in your own blogs and music too. All the best Sheila.
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such a beautiful flow.
“Hi?
It meant a bond was there.
Equal to a thousand words.
No one ever stopped to share
Comments on the weather.”
lovely 🙏
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Do love you isolating these words in replies. It tells me that scenarios are inherent in the smallest of written observations within larger formats. They can stand proudly on their own two feet. It’s a fanciful, but very real situation, of how I first felt on moving to this area. I do love a good crooning song. Harry Nilsson especially. 🙏🏽too. Good fortune.
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I can’t help myself sometimes🤭😂
the entire flow beautiful, but some words and what they mean personallly really stand out for me.
very much enjoyed. 🤍🙏
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Carry on. I really love this. It helps to realise that certain lines do hit home. Reading poetry does that doesn’t it? Your recent pen poem had my attention, but as soon as it became obvious the pen was a friend with its own special place in life. It resonated completely. It’s how I feel myself when writing, journalling, or just doodling. Myself and a guy called Danny exchange views as pen lovers. We once discussed pens having been around for a hundred years and we now own them! What have they written. What words have they been witness to and actually are the link involved in what is written for prosperity? 🙏🏽 for enjoying and reading.
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So much history to that which we use now daily without a second thought. Even with your musical instrument post… brings back and goes to history too.
Thank you for understanding lol.
great day your way 🙏
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True. So true. Jeff Beck’s iconic guitar was used by the Hollywood Vampires on their last tour. It was an emotional moment as it was played by Joe Perry in the band. I saw them in Manchester. To carry on using is keeping his memory alive. Greatness to your day too 🙏🏽
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funny how time changes thoughts lol…
“Under a solstice moon
Where beach fires burn.
‘These ain’t emotional tears?
Nah!
It’s just that
Smoke gets in your eyes’”
same but different too…🤍🙏
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It is the way of men sometimes that they will not admit to crying genuine emotional tears. In this case, the beach Nirvana with the perfect evening amongst nature, family and friends. This allows true emotional happiness. Yet there is still the excuse that it has not come from inner feelings, but came from smoke getting in the eyes. Women can open up to expressing emotions and be stronger for doing so. Men are prone to hiding their emotions. 🙏🏽 Destiny.
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I think some women may be this way too lol..but I agree too, about expressing emotions… does fit true to ways of men too.
thank you , Gray….
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Thank you for your insights Destiny. Culturally worldwide there are, of course, so many ways to consider emotional content. And individuality within those cultures there are again further variations. We are, after all, singular in our own unique human spirit of expression and how we are affected too. Nice exchange of thoughts and ideas Destiny. Very much appreciated. 🙏🏽
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