I’ve been listening to The Waterboys songs lately, their lyrics are meaningful and their music is always dramatic. In this following piece of mine I’ve used 18 of their song Titles as the foundation for my poem. To other Waterboys fans who read this post, I hope my words have done The Waterboys the justice they deserve, by all their glorious songs. For those readers, and me, who are struggling with the italics and too many capital letters, below at the bottom of the post, is an easy reading version.
The combined Trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s Lonesome Old Wind
Resonating loudly for The Stolen Child
And Choirs are singing The Faery’s Last Song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no Sweet Thing in sight
Will the children get to view The Whole Of The Moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling Down Through The Dark Streets
Cowering under black clouds and Purple Rain
In A Pagan Place, created by governments
Shamefully they have Let It Happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call And A Bang On The Ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We Will Not Be Lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no Red Army Blues
And need not worry about being Too Close To Heaven
A big thank you to my friend Chris Black of, A way with words. for inspiring me to write another one these poems using song titles, the last one I wrote was on December 2nd 2017. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/where-have-all-the-good-times-gone-2/
“Down Through The Dark Streets”
Over the bridge
Down through the dark streets
Where we used to live
Out by the cornfield
And the sycamore trees
Down to the water
Will you come, Lassie please?Snow in the town square
December afternoon
Christmas lights
A crescent moon
A boy selling chestnuts
Roasted and brown
Dropping black cinders
That hiss on the ground
You and I stand like strangers
In our Hokusai clothes
Like we come from some strange country
That nobody else knows
And to go where the wind blows
Are just the words of thieves
So will you come with me, Lassie
Will you come Lassie, please?There’s a place there by the river
I never showed you before
But when I’m far away
That’s where I go
Outside it’s lamplight
High time we leave
Winter-a-borning
Will you come Lassie, please?
The big blue sea between us
Is thousands of miles
It’s cruel I know
But you just have to smile
I’d be back for you
If I could just believe
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
That everything is right and pure
Will you come, Lassie, please?
The Dark Streets
The combined trumpets of the world are sounding
Being carried on today’s lonesome old wind
Resonating loudly for the stolen child
And Choirs are singing the Faery’s last song
Where did their promise go, and there’s no sweet thing in sight
Will the children get to view the whole of the moon again
When will they ever cry out, “This Is The Sea”
Searching for their parents, crying “Where Are You Now When I Need You”
Children crawling down through the dark streets
Cowering under black clouds and purple rain
In a pagan place, created by governments
Shamefully they have let it happen
Our leaders need a wake-up call and a bang on the ear
When will they tell us “The Healing Has Begun”
We will not be lovers anymore, until
They declare to the last refugee girl, “She Is So Beautiful”
Let us hope the children suffer no red army blues
And need not worry about being too close to heaven
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 