Dirty dancing

slanting sunlight rays
a warm hazy afternoon
the forest to hear

Marc Sheridan is an ever-curious person who loves what is just around the corner: the unusual and the mysterious. Even everyday objects and scenes can always be viewed differently.

He is English but currently living in the US, and he always remembers what Ansel Adams once said, "You don't take a photograph, you make it." Marc believes that photography rewards him with a greater connection to everything around him.

Lately, Marc has been writing haiku, but he's not sure whether he illustrates his photos with haiku or reveals his haiku through photography.

He has been published in numerous magazines in the US and the UK and has exhibited up and down the West Coast of the US for the past 23 years.

Haiku and pic by: Marc Sheridan

Submission deadline: 14th May 2025

To find out more and participate, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

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Versailles is a musical track performed on Piano Solo that is perfect for moments of relaxation, reflection and, above all, to conciliate sleep. A magical atmosphere created especially for dreaming, relaxing and not thinking.

Riding Pegasus

Bad bitty like Hanna Montana
In the city we holding the hammers 
Gotta watch out for all the scammers 
fuck all this talking watch out for 
The cameras 
Cause the boys they plotting
with backup
Young niggas you know they 
Can’t stand us 
free all the bros stuck up 
Inda slammer
free all the bros stuck up 
Inda slammer (x2)

And Don’t wait to late 
to get pack up 
You was talking on the gram 
u better act up
Got his bitch on the side 
she don’t gaf
Almost look like the bitch
done set em up (x2)

But ion know that bitch 
Is u nuts 
We saw that boy tryda Dip 
In the cut 
We Spot a opp then makin 
Em run
Wtf is a chop niggas don’t 
Needa gun 
And we kinda old but we 
Kinda too young 
Wake up in the morning 
I’m healing my lungs 
My bitch wanna hate the 
Man I become
She wanna play and my 
love is Undone

Hanna Montana

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with you in my arms
i have everything i need
enchanted by your charms
entranced hopelessly

in love, mesmerised
in love, when i look into your eyes

i can't breathe 
please don't leave 
i need you, baby 
here with me 

for all eternity 


with you in my heart 
this world is heavenly
we could never be a part 
because you're here inside me 

inside me

in love, mesmerised
in love, when i look into your eyes

i can't breathe 
please don't leave 
i need you, baby 
here with me 

for all eternity 

i need you, baby 
here with me 

for all eternity 

in love

mesmerised (tipsy remix)

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





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