Poetry Train Monday - 151 - The Best is Yet to Come

For today's Poetry Train, I'm dedicating a song to my nephew Jake and his new bride, Gracie, who got married over the weekend.














Once upon a time, there was a sweet little nephew who was the ring bearer at my wedding.


Fast forward a few years, and our hero - descended from a long line of Incredibly Handsome Men - grew to manhood.

Like all heroes in every story, Jake at first Refused the Call of handsomeness.
























But heroes are destined to Seize the Sword.

Jake Crossed the Threshold to serve in the US Airforce.
















Jake's Hero's Journey ultimately brought him face to face with The Goddess.




Finally accepting his fate and stepping up to join his family legacy of Incredible Handsomeness, Jake Crossed the Return Threshold by transforming into Mr. & Mrs.









Jake and Gracie - this one is for you:


The Best is Yet to Come

Out of the tree of life
I just picked me a plum
You came along
And everything started in to hum
Still, it's a real good bet
The best is yet to come



















The best is yet to come
And babe, won't that be fine?
You think you've seen the sun
But you ain't seen it shine

Wait till the warm-up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothin yet

The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine

Come the day you're mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain the cup dry

Wait till your charms are right
For these arms to surround
You think you've flown before
But baby, you ain't left the ground

Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothin like it here

The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine

Come the day you're mine
And you're gonna be mine

- Carolyn Leigh and Cy Coleman, 1964



Akelamalu says Oh a lovely story - wonderful! He is very handsome and she's beautiful - what a lovely couple. :)

Alice Audrey says From ring bearer to groom. Time sure flies.

Julianne MacLean says Handsome, yes - and his bride is gorgeous! Congrats to the happy couple!

Poetry Train Monday - 150 - Being For the Benefit of Mr.Kite!

I was in a rather massive Beatles mood over the weekend, putting together a playlist to groove to while I'm in my writing cave. Here's one of my absolute favorites, the lyrics for which I'm featuring today on the Poetry Train.

The history of this song, being inspired by the poster shown here, has always intrigued me. Being a fan of found poetry, these lyrics had an early influence, encouraging me to be always open to whatever inspiration presents itself. One of the aspects that most stands out is the use of highly specific images. Late of Pablo Fanques' fair and Performs his feat on Saturday/At Bishopsgate are highly evocative because of their rich detail.

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Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite!


For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight
On trampoline

The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques' fair
What a scene

Over men and horses
Hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead
Of real fire
In this way Mr. K.
Will challenge the world

The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday
At Bishopsgate

The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flies through the ring
Don't be late

Messrs K. and H.
Assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry the Horse
Dances the waltz

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks
Without a sound

And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten somersets he'll undertake
On solid ground

Having been some days
In preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite
Is topping the bill

- John Lennon / Paul McCartney, 1967





Nikita Banerjee says Loved the song!

Akelamalu says We're always in a Beatles mood at our house. :)

Travis says I can easily be coaxed into a Beatles frame of mind.

Poetry Train Monday - 127 - Letter to Mother

I'm deep in the midst of the writing marathon known as NaNoWriMo. I can't possibly write any poetry for the remainder of this month, not even found poetry, because that too requires a calm, clear focus to hear what the found words are saying to me.

So I'll share with you some lyrics I really like from mad genius Eugene Hutz, the songwriter for Gogol Bordello.

Yesterday I tappity-tapped a record-breaking (for me) 4000 words into my NaNo first draft novel. So Eugene, give me a hand here.














Photo by Pavla Fleischer


Letter to Mother


The noise in this joint is unearthly
And soon I awkwardly say,
'Oh look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray
I can go back to her that way.'

Cause in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing:
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

I know that even though she doesn't show it
She grieves sorely for her son
And often walks out to the road
In her old fashioned coat

And in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing:
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

I know she's there grieving sorely for me
I know she's there turning grey for me
When I come back she'll forgive me
So motherly, motherly, motherly

- Eugene Hutz, 1999



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