I didn’t mean to turn you on

Explaining my Poetry with the help of Robert Palmer

Under each video is a short themed explanation. The last video belongs to the Bangles. No skipping ahead…

Robert Palmer – I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On
httpv://youtu.be/mGrQTRcxdTo

No, really I did not. Okay, maybe a little, but, out of the vanity of being the most minor of artists. But, honestly, unless we were specifically talking, and I told you that I was writing “this” poem for you? Odds are way high I didn’t mean to turn you on. I write for many reasons. Many times unattributed, other times inspired.

Robert Palmer – Some Like it Hot
httpv://youtu.be/Md7MYS06Tdw

Writing is very funny. You can enjoy a great book, and love the author, without ever thinking the author wrote the book just for you! (well, most of us can) But #poetry carries another level of intimacy with it. It can strike cords unbidden. My poetry style is not for everyone. But that’s why there are a bazillion other blogs out there…  I like mine hot.

Robert Palmer – Addicted To Love (Live)
httpv://youtu.be/XcATvu5f9vE

I’m addicted to writing. Sometimes it is about love, other times it is about SEO, or the 12 most something or another…  Yeah, I’m probably addicted to love too, what about it?  Not interested in swapping that addiction for nicotine or porn.  Have many favorite poets, Wordsworth, Yeats, Poe, Frost, Gibran, Shakespeare,Dickinson, Carver, Angelou, Tennyson, Wilde, and Rumi, love the mystic Rumi…

The Bangles — Eternal Flame
httpv://youtu.be/XwajTekSAcM

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling / Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand? / Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming? / Is this burning an eternal flame?

Yes close your eyes, for a moment. Like any writer I try to paint with words. If I touch your heart in anyway? Please let me know. Have poems and writings on a wide variety of topics. The one’s I’m stumbling on right now are about my daughters…

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris
httpv://youtu.be/NdYWuo9OFAw

And I’d give up forever to touch you / Cause I know that you feel me somehow

And I don’t want the world to see me / Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Someone DM’d me in twitter that they think I hide behind my words. Yes, I do. The eyes are the window to the soul, writing is a shade that we adjust to spotlight one tender moment or another. Me? I keep off in a corner. Looking, writing about things long past that still echo, and new things that break like dawn lighting my little corner. And one day, yes, I’ll give up forever, because I do want you to know who I am…

And you? What turns you on? What brings you passion, gets you engaged? Painting? Pottery? Music? Trail running? Who or what is your muse? I’m am fortunate to know mine.