Rallentanda
Saturday, December 1, 2012
For the Weekend...Secret Confessions
i miss being young
some teenage dreamers never
grow up completely
i should be ashamed
at watching this sugar frost
crap but i love it
turning my nose up
sneering at the ordin'ry
in secret i'm one
i still do the moves
the singing with the hairbrush
i'm a star star star
i hide kierkegaard
in case they think i'm a nerd
which i also am
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Well, that's blown that secret out of the water, hasn't it.
ReplyDeleteThen again, as secrets go, not life threatening. OK, people may point at you and laugh, but not life threatening.
ha you got the best of both worlds....singing and dancing and studying...i sing in the shower still on occassion...and if a guitar is broken out at the right time...smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, I was wondering when the Antipodean Ocker male charm would finally emerge.
ReplyDeleteBrian,..life is too rich to limit yourself...fingers in all pies,I say.
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ReplyDeleteI know you are an atheist, but ever heard of atonement:)?
ReplyDelete(adopts kneeling position, head bowed...): Sorry.
ReplyDeleteOk all is forgiven...but no kiss and making up. Too many already think I'm a Jezebel:)
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ReplyDeleteoh.
oh what the heck!I can't even remember the last time I kissed an Aussie bloke:)
ReplyDeleteObviously not an experience that you wanted to repeat in a hurry. But then I have no interest in kissing Aussie blokes either.
ReplyDeletesmiles...i think singing with the hairbrush is pretty cool..and always good to not grow up completely..i'll get my hairbrush and sing along...smiles
ReplyDeleteAh...so it did not make the earth move for you either then.
ReplyDeleteIt has been a while since I sang into a hairbrush...used to vacuum to Shiny Happy People... do miss those days! (not the vacuuming)... nice poem.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, there's salvation for you yet - you still have kierkegaard!
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ReplyDelete"While Don Juan seduces the girls and enjoys himself-Leporello notes down the time, the place and a description of the girl."
Kierkegaard is trying to tell you something Dave!
Get a hairbrush and start singing.:)
could completely identify, very nicely written!
ReplyDeletereally like this...you just say it! no need for fancy words....and that's why I like this so much. I totally get this poem...im 34- i feel like im 17 still...but i DO wish sometimes i could go back and relive some of those times but knowing what i know now! very cool poem- thank you for shring
ReplyDeleteI should add that I do like this and I do like the sentiments. Growing up is for sweet corn. Too many adults are ashamed to have fun for fear of looking childish. So?
ReplyDeleteSo? There is a reason why you have a huge following and they are practically all sheilas.
ReplyDeleteJust as well you live in Melbourne:) X
My guilty pleasure is the Neil Diamond song, covered by The Monkees in 1966/67, "I'm a Believer". Makes this sexagenarian feel, well, sexy!
ReplyDeleteGasp splutter! Just choked on my tea. Sure it's not the Calvin Klein underpants, sexpot!:)
ReplyDeleteThere's something in The Dodo's tea, too.
ReplyDelete"Uplifted" might be a more appropriate word.
ReplyDeleteYou're just making things worse, you know...
ReplyDeleteLol.
ReplyDeleteBloody poets! One has to be so careful with one's choice of words around you!
The word I'm searching for is joyous - as in a joyous abandon.
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Great comments .Seems a lot more fun back then. A less serious time
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