Bells will ring pealing roar in elegy
21 January 2016
The tuning of love few delicate wires
A me and a do and so many cuts
Of heart felt the true not the peacock’s struts
Slight flight of the dove in cage of desires
The push and the shove old caveman admires
A hundred years too compound his sore guts
The warning cuckoo despairs timeless ruts
Of velvet the glove then welded by fires
I walk on the edge of a tight street rope
On right the healing soars with energy
On border of ledge still uphill the slope
Knee sore from kneeling bonded the clergy
Renewing the pledge with balance to cope
Bells will ring pealing roar in elegy
Reading of the poem
Caught out in the rain – Beth Hart
Perhaps perhaps perhaps – Halie Loren
Am I the One – Beth Hart
As Time goes by – Halie Loren
If I tell you I love you – Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa
A Woman’s Way – Halie Loren
Setting me Free – Beth Hart
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