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WIP UKULELE SONG #16

F/Wanna crawl C/inside your Dm/body

Am/Crawl in  C/side your D/mind

F/Bask in C/side your Dm/emotions

Am/Your sacred C/spirit to D/find

 

CHORUS (in couplets)

 

C/Oh for our F/dark eyes to D/meet

C/life F/berry-pie D/sweet

C/Oh to taste F/and finally D/feel

D/Baby let’s F/make it C/real

 

F/What are the C/magic words Dm/I need

Am/To make you C/part of D/me

F/Just want you C/real and Dm/solid

Am/Not some C/hell-sent D/fantasy

 

(CHORUS?)

 (c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Walmart in the morning, damp & rain in the afternoon, exaggerated dreams of composing but still, it’s a nice way to end the day! 

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#9 FOREVER

 

Palm-sized

Box of mystery

Found half under the bed

Swollen with humidity

Slid the lid with effort

Crystal number nine

Prismed from fake light

At first I smiled

Thinking of John Lennon

Intoning “Number Nine Dream”

But then hesitated

What can it mean?

 

The Tao Te Ching says:

“To retreat after a job well done

Is heaven’s way”

Did you leave?

Was I your well-done job?

The I Ching says:

“Small influences

In a receding tide”

How similar the two are

No doubt now

You are gone

One last chance

The Tarot says:

“Nine is the Hermit

Only alone can one seek

The answer”

No!  I know the question

Only with you could I find the answer

 

To hide the staring emptiness

I flick the light to dark

Left-handed waning crescent

Barely illuminating

Our once moon-struck bedroom

Safe starship buoyantly braving

The fourth dimension

But time’s clock stopped at nine

And now you are gone…

 

© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

 

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LAST NIGHT’S FOG 2-19-17

 

Ten p.m. drapery of fog

Mere inches ahead

In an obscured backyard

Now unfamiliar territory

Feeling freaked

And not reassured

By my dogs’ growls

Peering through concealing mist

Goliath-sized creature

Wings slowly lifting

Smudging the sky

I close my eyes

As it ascends into the dense ceiling

Almost hearing the futile pounding

Of the waning crescent

On its stubborn Impenetrability

Dogs begin a low protest

Crescendoing into a shattering howl

Live Oaks dwarfed

By what can only be

A dragon in the fog …

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image:  The Mist Dragon, Andre Ma, Deviant Art

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COLOSSAL COINCIDENCE?

 

Privately told

To you solely

Arcane instructions

Involving an

Idiosyncratic

Grimoire

Lost on a local airline

To my chagrin

A puerile flaunting

Appeared in print

Revealing the location

Of the long-sought scroll

Do you now feel manly

And in control?

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Lambenore Grimoire White Magic

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DEATH WAIL

I.

Women keening

Seemingly without meaning

Here I am at eleven

Beloved grandfather

Sleeping in satin

Soon to be under the earth

Family gathered

For a solemn funeral

II.

When suddenly

Two of my aunts

Dad’s oldest sisters

Begin an eerie lament

These unobtrusive women

Wailing into the darkened morning

Teetering dangerously

On the grave’s edge

Covering the noise

Of the hydraulic mortuary lift

Lowering the coffin

Like lowering a car at the mechanic’s

III.

Eleven year old me

Trying not to cry

As their voices tore

The fabric of the sky

Suddenly the aunts

Throw themselves atop the coffin

Screaming in their native tongue

Their husbands and brothers

My dad included

Pulling them away

And here is me

Suddenly

Beginning to giggle

A nervous hiccupping

Trying to stifle it

Before mom sees and slaps my face

She, however, face buried in lacy hanky

Shoulders shaking in grief-struck crying

Looks at me

And I saw her eyes

Through dark lenses

Eyes crinkled in her own nervous laughter

And we hold hands trying not to laugh

Trying not to cry

We are a disgrace

But nerves care not who has died

And the machinery and keening and prayers

Drown out our insane sadness

Because crying and laughter

Are twin emotions

IV.

Later, dad says

I hope you laugh at my funeral

Much better to laugh than cry

But I think he didn’t understand

Despite his kindness

That keening wasn’t only a shrieking

But an ancient emotion

Tangled in female DNA

Tears or snorting laughter

Hysteria, like the word

Hysterectomy

A double X chromosome

Related to reproduction

Love, birth and death

V.

And some years later

Listening to Janis Joplin

Wailing at Monterrey

My neck hair tingling electrically

As I recognized her keening

For lost love, a lost man

And decades later

As Brittany Howard

Let out her wail

Not wanting to fight no more

I recognize that chain

As I keen with my sisters

Crying

Laughing

Singing

To release the pain

Of female loss…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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SWEET EPINEPHRINE

(Annual reblog for my cardiologist visit…dread, anger, and boredom)

 

The medical community

Stole my secret power

Most of my life

Whether excited

Or experiencing strife

The beautiful rush of adrenaline

Filled my body

Enabling me to live my life

I used it not only for

Fight or flight

Its original evolutionary

Function

But also for writing

Singing, exercise

Waking every morning

Cheerily

To face work

Driving

Drumming on the steering wheel

Speeding along the pre-dawn streets

Now, like Superman’s enemies

The chunk of kryptonite

Not green

But white

Has been removed

From the lead box

(Disguised as a pill bottle)

Its new name is beta-blocker

And it steals adrenaline

Slows down the heart

Like Superman

I feebly found the source

Struggled to return the remnant

Of my home planet

Into the container

And once again I could fly

See through walls of lies

But then

But then

So unlike Superman

Who always immediately recovered

The adrenaline was puzzled

Didn’t know what to do

Whacked-out roaming

Around my body’s myriad highways

So I took the kryptonite

Out of its protective box

But just a little

Just a little hit

To help my heart

Jumpstart

My other secret power is

I am not afraid to die

(Though no lie, afraid of pain)

But I will not give away my adrenaline

Ever again

I search for the magic elixir

In the Earth:

Is it garlic, onion, cayenne?

Give me sweet epinephrine

Or give me oblivion…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: from the blog of kugelmass.wordpress.com

 

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SOMETHING PRIMAL

 

C/Never been in love or D/loved

D/Struggled to stay C/afloat

C/Can any man be so D/perfect

D/As a series of musical G/notes?

 

F/Something primal G/making it sing

G/Slapping bongos or F/tambourines

F/Skin aglow D/feeling the sting

 

C/Fantasy in D/chords of blue

D/How will I ever Am/find you

 

C/Flavor of a D/good man

D/Like eating chocolate C/Ice cream

C/As taste buds revived D/deliciously

D/In a piquant G/dream

 

F/Something primal G/making it sing

G/Blowing horns hot as a F/thermal spring

F/Pumping blood rides D/an upward swing

 

C/Fantasy of D/honeyed kiss

D/Craving a present  Am/life of bliss

 

C/Longing for a D/reality

D/Consigning all the C/nightmares

C/Back to the D/dreaded past

D/Of implacable ghosts of G/despair

 

F/Something primal G/making it sing

G/Fast picking of guitar’s F/heart strings

F/Spiraling out on strong D/beating wings

 

C/Fantasy of love D/in the now

D/Intending to live the Am/myth somehow

 

(one of my poems chorded for ukulele/free image)

 

© 2016, 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) words and chords appearing in Self-ie Reflections: A Blogetry Collection

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WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS HOLIDAY ANYWAY?

 

*scroll down for a YouTube video*

 

Clickin’ and lookin’

Through my MP3

For the best-ever

Valentine song to share

Wow! What a collection

Of love songs

In my RCA

One inch by two inch

Holy grail of

Musical tales

With endless wailing

And I think about you

On this day, remembering

You were determined to

Take, break, have at

A PIECE OF MY HEART

Although I asked

Why can’t you PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN YOUR HEART?

So you handed me something on the saint’s day

Heavy like lead, and

Inside the HEART SHAPED BOX

Barely beat my rupturing GYPSY HEART

Tapping out the rhythm to the word “run”

It was a TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART

And I knew

You

Would never

STOP DRAGGIN’ MY HEART AROUND

Always a HEART BREAKER

And I helplessly watched

As my HEART OF GLASS

Shattered noiselessly

To the floor…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

https://youtu.be/iJb7cBfrxbo  (Janis understood)

 

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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE…

OK, DO YOU GET IT? Looks nothing like I thought it would. Between the wind and the Rottweiler lifting his leg and the two little guys trying to eat the strings. Then, I didn’t have enough ukuleles to make the “E” so used the cases. And no jokes about hoarding. They are different tones (maybe one will make me sound like a “real” musician) and I don’t have cable TV so the money goes for that 🙂 Anyway, ALL WE NEED IS LOVE (well, not so sure anymore but I’ll throw it out there…)