A Poem by Gongleshanks

Here’s a poem from my magnificent book which came out last year. See how far you get before you guess who/what it’s about:-)

PIANO

In a winter white room

Stands a Grand piano

Silent,

Untouched by human hands

Un-played and silent

Composed

That piano stands

In a shadowy jail cell

Sits a man

Silent

Untouched by emotion

Unloved and silent

Decomposing

Sits that man

In that winter white room

And that shadowy cell

A ghostly voice

Is often heard

Echoing through the walls

[1] ‘Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too’

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[1] Extract from Imagine by John Lennon

You can buy the book here:  http://www.lulu.com/shop/gongle-shanks/life-lines/paperback/product-21128331.html

It is also available on kindle: amazon.com/dp/B00E7GWDWG 

YOUR SPIRIT COMFORTS ME

Thank you Jane for sharing this beautiful poem:-)

Tonight I felt that you were there,
that slight impression in your chair,
the smell of violets everywhere.
Your spirit comforts me.

I saw your image late last night.
You stopped a moment for the light,
And then you vanished in the night.
Your spirit comforts me.

A haunting tune now fills the air,
I feel your presence everywhere,
I reach out to touch your hair.
Your spirit comforts me.

I must have known you long ago,
when you vowed to not let go,
I see you dancing in the snow.
Your spirit comforts me.

You love me now as you did then,
and yet I can’t remember when,
now you’re back with me again.
Your spirit comforts me.
By Jane Johnson
Tonight I felt that you were there,
that slight impression in your chair,
the smell of violets everywhere.
Your spirit comforts me.

I saw your image late last night.
You stopped a moment for the light,
And then you vanished in the night.
Your spirit comforts me.

A haunting tune now fills the air,
I feel your presence everywhere,
I reach out to touch your hair.
Your spirit comforts me.

I must have known you long ago,
when you vowed to not let go,
I see you dancing in the snow.
Your spirit comforts me.

You love me now as you did then,
and yet I can’t remember when,
now you’re back with me again.
Your spirit comforts me.
By Jane Johnson
Tonight I felt that you were there,
that slight impression in your chair,
the smell of violets everywhere.
Your spirit comforts me.

I saw your image late last night.
You stopped a moment for the light,
And then you vanished in the night.
Your spirit comforts me.

A haunting tune now fills the air,
I feel your presence everywhere,
I reach out to touch your hair.
Your spirit comforts me.

I must have known you long ago,
when you vowed to not let go,
I see you dancing in the snow.
Your spirit comforts me.

You love me now as you did then,
and yet I can’t remember when,
now you’re back with me again.
Your spirit comforts me.
By Jane JohnsonTonight I felt that you were there,
that slight impression in your chair,
the smell of violets everywhere.
Your spirit comforts me.

I saw your image late last night.
You stopped a moment for the light,
And then you vanished in the night.
Your spirit comforts me.

A haunting tune now fills the air,
I feel your presence everywhere,
I reach out to touch your hair.
Your spirit comforts me.

I must have known you long ago,
when you vowed to not let go,
I see you dancing in the snow.
Your spirit comforts me.

You love me now as you did then,
and yet I can’t remember when,
now you’re back with me again.
Your spirit comforts me.
By Jane Johnson

Another poem about Grimney!

Wow! I am SO enjoying your contributions! I shall write a new blog soon inviting more…..Can’t think why I haven’t thought of this before!

This poem is from our dear Annie:-)

The Land of Grimney

It started with a dream

Of shiny things

Like diamonds in the night

Sparkling hither and yon

Ever so bright

Dearest Grimnian has spoken

Our minds will remain open

To Music, words and

Perhaps an artsy thing

Because Kara Janina knows the king
Morton Balthus he does slither

From the sea to say on Twitter

Please follow us

We’ll make a fuss

Come on now & please don’t dither
Helga von Clapp we hear chanting

For the elves

They were a ranting

Of books and films she volunteered

From those artists who appeared

Garlan Glave  he was  a buzz

As the bees brought forth their honey

To the masses

This was money

From the knight he once was

Wendel Sparsett was the Mayor

Of the town of Dingle

He hid inside

With gold and such

His home it was a jingle

Now Gongle Shanks

Who walked on hands

And giggled at the lasses

Wee AnMarie, his girl of course

Ignored when he made passes

Young Meadow Dragon

Lost her heart

To every young squire singing

She ironed shirts near Dingle town

Her ears they must be ringing
A lovely little yellow lass

Garli Treome by name was she

Her heart was where

The moon beams glowed

Near the sea and Aphrodite

A handsome man

Named Simon Turkas

Who lived on Lanzarote

Drank coffee with the natives

And came to join this circus

The Miss Ursula Lygarlis

A sprite so charming she

Spread Enchantments

On the natives

And did this all for free

Killgin Stark the newest

To join this Grimney land

À votre santé

His tweets demand

Some wine from those he fosters

So welcome to Mine Eye

And Voice Box to be sure

All creatives

You should seek it out

It’s filled with such allure

Than you Annie, it’s wonderful! You are all such a talented bunch:-)

Painting of Grimney

Here is a wonderful interpretation of how Grimney looks by MicheleTraum:

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I LOVE this Michele! Thank you so much for sharing it:-)

Gongle x

WALLS

Here’s another magical little piece sent by Saundra Hopp

WALLS

Living behind walls,
Put up by others.

Thinking it’s protecting,

Built with sinful acts.
Not of her doing,

Wanting to take down.

Needing to see,
the women behind the walls.

Understanding,
But not comprehending .

That,
Is not her fault.

By SAUNDRA HOPP

@Radio_Spins

Thank you Saudra! x

A poem about Grimney

Hi everybody

I just wanted to share a lovely poem which was sent to me by Kirsten:

Thank you for sharing this with us Kirsten. If anyone else has anything ‘Grimnian’ to share send it to Gongleshanks@hotmail.co.uk

Gongle x

In this world full of turmoil
There’s a beautiful land to find
As soon as you cross that border
You’ll find a place to relax and unwind

It’s beautiful out there
A land full of art and creativity
A colorfull place
It’s called the Land of Grimney

In the Land of Grimney the music never stops
Poetry, books, stories you will find
Art in abundance
Art of all kind

Grimney has many strange inhabitants
Yes they’re a bit odd
They’re called the Grimnians
They might be strange, but they’re a lovely lot!

The Grimnians only have one goal
Make the world aware
Aware of the unknown talent
Unknown art is what they share

Artists, don’t hesitate!
Start your journey!
Let your dreams take flight
Go to the Land of Grimney!

by Kirsten van den Bogard