Poetry

teds songs 2

Pop, Peace, Rock,

The Peace of Many Pieces
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peace be upon you and under your feet
peace be before you like the wind before the wheat
a peace of many pieces it’s a peace so sweet

peace be upon you and peace be below
peace upon the mountains and the fields of snow
peace upon the people living in the street. It’s a
peace of many pieces let it be complete

your peace and my peace they fit together
your peace and my peace should get together
your peace and my peace

Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

peace be upon you compassionate peace
peace upon the mighty and the so called 'least'
peace upon the children and the birds and beasts. It’s a
piece of many pieces let it be complete

your peace and my peace they fit together
your peace and my peace should get together
your peace and my peace

not a friend is missing from the table
not a child is missing from the play
everyone everywhere is part of it. That’s at the
heart of it

Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

Peace be upon you and peace be below
peace upon the mountains and the fields of snow
peace upon the people living in the street. It’s a
it’s a peace of many pieces let it be complete

your peace and my peace they’re good together
your peace and my peace should get together
your peace and my peace

Let it be complete
Let it be complete

The Peace Of Many Pieces

WINTERLONG

Snowflake

So lovely you fell

With your brothers and sisters

Down in the dell

High on the rooftops

O sing me a song

Of snowflakes in millions

All winterlong

From the land of the wolf to the land of the yeti

Like shimmering mirrors of crystal confetti

this richest of riches just falls on the lawn

Keeps snowing

Snowing

All winterlong

On the cat and the dog

On the field and the fountain

On birds in their nest at the top of the mountain

Our sleighbells are ringing as we sing along

It's snowing

Snowing

All winterlong

On the shack and on the highrise

On the mosque and on the steeple

On the turbans and the derbies

On the heads of the people

Northwind O Northwind so cold in the sun

You make the land and the water all one

All one for the skating and sledding upon

Keep sliding

Gliding

Sliding

All winterlong

Winterlong

gentle and melodic but sophisticated, witty,  well producedd

Where You Wear It

07 Hey Snowman 1

Amazing

E7 A7
Where is the snow in the summer
E7 A7
Just when we need it the most
E7 A7
where is the snow in the heat wave
B7dim9 E7
Just when we're starting to roast
Bflat A
O give us a blast of that blizzard
Aflat G
O give us a chill and we'll cheer
Bflat A
O Give us a stab of that shiver
Fsharp7 B
On the hottest day of the year
O how I'd love an icycle
A taste of winter the worst
A cool kind of heat wave icycle
To cool me down when I thirst
O give us a blast of that blizzard
give us a chill and we'll cheer
give us a cool bit of shiver
on the hottest day of the year
O what I'd do for some winter
scorched on a hot summer's day
A cool little touch of the winter
As long as Its not here to stay.
Priest/Booth

daysongs nightsongs

where is the snow in the summer

Lullabies and Playsongs or Winterlong

cow cow

Short poem originally published in 1987.

Dickel, M. (1987). fancy flight. Pegasus. Summer.

Poem ©1987 Michael Dickel
Recording ©2012 Michael Dickel

Fancy flight

These are three poems, Jacob Wrestling, Sing this at the End, and Clouds, written by Michael Dickel and read by Jamees WF Roberts of Phoenix FM Australia, online radio (http://phoenixfm.org.au). 

Jacob Wrestling ©2009 Michael Dickel
Sing this at the end ©2010 Michael Dickel
Clouds ©2009 Michael Dickel

Recording ©2013 James WF Roberts and Michael Dickel

Used by permission.

Three Poems Jan 2013

Strange Fire, poem by Michael Dickel, music by Michael Dickel, read and performed by Michael Dickel. This poem is part of my manuscript, Jerusalem Imagined and Recalled.

©2012 Michael Dickel, all rights reserved.

Strange fire 

Smoke and flames of Yahweh flash lightning thunder screams across spring forecast severe weather storm nothing volcanic blast Vesuvius tamed focused through a lens of incomprehensibility a sense of language meaning that now what is offered is then consumed in one moment’s nuclear flash the people fall down on their knees and the towers’ dusty ash clogs inspiration screams despair and fearing everything knowing nothing I place my freedoms in a protective pan burning incense to the most high exalted beasts of commerce and hoping to see my way through the smoke mirroring truth distorting lies until all of a sudden I can no longer catch inspiration choking on my own vomit as darkness closes around me and I wonder who will speak up for me and regain these ashen moths from the shells of glowing cocoons cacophony collapsing sense and words weapons wielded against reality one at a time until they mean nothing.

Strange Fire

the grinning gray geometry of thoughts
extends its gimpy limbs with gritty skin
into the hidden meaning of “why not’s”
like greedy tentacles that groan and spin,
and nude, the gorgeous gravity of time
is flaunting glamorously beads of sand
attempting vainly to conceal the grime
grotesquely tarnishing “because”’s land.
a gaud is every second, chiming cheap
around the neck of gawky fate - who cares
if in a ghastly grave i’ll fall asleep
or if the stars reflect my grieving glares,
if only in the blandness of the ground
i'll find the peace that yet I haven’t found?... 


Winterlong

Robert Priest