Tag Archives: #Singing

Float like a bee, sing like a butterfly

I had to rescue the bee

from the bowl of water that he

had landed in for a drink;

at least he knew how to float –

or had forgotten how to sink.

He dried off and flew away,

a torrid tale to tell;

but at least his day was getting better –

it hadn’t been going well.


All this caused the singing butterflies

to entertain us with a chorus of ‘Que Sera Sera’,

and a verse of ‘Wannabee’

(in the key of B) were heard;

with accompanying harmonies

from every local bird –

except the crows;

who knows if they could have

added small delights

or sleepless nights –

I’m thinking probably the latter.


So, all in all,

it turned out okay,

with the beautiful singing,

and the rescued bee safely serenaded upon his way.


If you breathe in,

hold your breath

for five seconds …

and, slowly,

breathe out.


If you breathe in,

hold your breath

for ten seconds … …

and, slowly, very slowly,

breathe out.


If you breathe deeply in,

hold your breath

for as long as you can … … …

and, slowly, very slowly indeed,

breathe out.


If you breathe deeply in,

hold your breath,

as we have practiced,

and very, very slowly

(as a gentle breeze alighting upon a butterfly’s wing)

breathe out …

whilst breathing in …

(as we have honed to perfection)

and singing a delicate top A …

you can

(In all probability)

keep that note going for …

… ever.

Dec. 9th – Bird Song – #PoemADayForDecember

High upon the branch

of a leafless tree

perches a tiny song bird,

chirruping free;

calling out welcomes, or Winter warnings,

or just singing a tune;

he throstles and thristles, and whistles,

about the heat of the Sun,

or the light of the Moon;

who has poked her face

through a cloudy day;

and the song bird comments

upon this, and that,

and has lots to say.

High upon the branch

of a neighbouring tree,

perches another tiny song bird,

who listens, happily.

Sometimes, I write songs (too)

Sometimes, I write songs,

though they never right the wrongs;

it’s just a rite of passage

I have to go through.

“Have you seen the Muffin Man?”

“Have you seen the Muffin Man?”

Singing: Have you seen the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man;

Have you seen the Muffin Man-

Spoken: Yes, but I ate him.

Songs And Poetry – SAP!

Songs And Poetry – SAP!

I don’t want to be the rapper,

that you have to take the wrapper off;

don’t want to be coughed and sneezed at,

by the dude that only has

a wheeze and a cough;

I wanna be Singing

reading my Poetry;

Songs ‘And’ Poetry –

that’s SAPUC!

So, don’t you undermine me

with your rhymes of mediocrity,

I am a Sapper,

and I can SAP!

I will undermine you,

with my sentimental songs

and my Poetry TNT,

I am a Sapper,

and I can SAP!

A new form of song.

A new form of song.

Well, you probably all know what ‘A cappella’ is – singing without music;

and, conversely, you must know by now, that music without singing is called ‘instrumental’; well, what I did was to take the bold step of combining the two, and having no music and… no singing… although, after a little thought about this I have now changed the idea to one of music ‘and’ singing – together, combined. I know, it’s a bit irrational, a bold choice in a brave new world; but research will show if people are open to this totally radical idea, and we shall see if, in time, it catches on.

Who knows? I may even have created a monster.