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Funky

“Its not cool anymore 

To play the funky music”

Grooving to a bass line
Seems now superseded
By repetitive hard rhythms
Harmonically sparse vamping
Is not something cool guys do
Soft sophistications
Lost to hard beats and rap
Oh to be lost in the complexities
Of chords extending and rhythms moving
To hear those altered ninths
To dance to a jazzy downbeat
Be lifted by the horns
Feel the music flowing
Through mind and body
Let’s get Funkensteins monster
Back on the dance floor
Spark that electricity
Syncopate that heartbeat
Bring the F-beat back to life….

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

….I’ve been listening to a lot of 1970s funk recently……….

Bosworth Field

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A gentle breeze billows the green barley
Sending waves shimmering from hedge to hedge
Elder and Herb Robert sparkle the field edge
Above the oak leaves do not stir

Near here a crown once hung on a thorn bush
Men struggled for cause, battle cries rang out
A King died alone fighting amid the foe
Violated in death, lost
Naked and broken the victors took him to town for display
Traitor they called him, an anointed King of England
Hunchback, wicked, perfidious
Name calling by the new regime
Murderer of children they whispered into the stream of history

A gentle breeze billows the green barley
Above the oak leaves do not stir

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Caught

I am caught in the grip of wonder
The balance and symmetry of mathematics
The glints and sparkles of a spiders many eyes
The shimmering dance of subatomic particles
The everyday  terrible beauty of our Earth
Look at the way a chickens feathers catch the light
Look at the reflections on that puddle
Look at how the road undulates ahead
How car headlights reveal different things
In the depth of the darkness
How light reflects to give
A rainbow in that roadside oil spill

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond