Bongo and the Band by Darren Greenidge and Caliburnusrises People talk loudly over
the cacophony
The sounds reverberate
and abound
People nod in the
right places
Hoping they heard
correctly
The words lost in
the musicians play
Beaten out by the
drummers thwacks
The singer drowned
out
By the instrument’s
play
And the peoples
merriment
Too weak to be
heard in song
Lost with other
voices is his
Jumbled into a
confused mess
But the band
played on
As people drank
and slurred
The music sank
in their psyche
Comforting them
on a tide of alcohol
So the band rattled
out scores of songs
Playing through a
jungle of noise
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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