'You Give Me Fever'
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Paul Standish, of Welsh & Ukrainian heritage, grew up in Scarborough as a tail-end Baby Boomer. He has worked for the past thirty years as a case manager for clients who sustain an acquired brain injury. As well, he is the proprietor of a multi-disciplinary rehab boutique firm established in 2002. Having written countless work-related letters and reports, in recent years he has ventured into creative writing, as shared here. Also, despite a twenty-year hiatus he is back to drumming, including the djembe (African drum) as his second percussion instrument. He enjoys singing and drumming with the Don Heights Choir, loves nature, riding his bike, taking photos, and listening to the approximately 6,000 recorded songs on his phone, done with fellow musicians in “Open Mic” or jam sessions. So please enjoy Paul's recordings while looking at his photographs of Algonquin autumns and reading his poetry.
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Laura’s Smile
You loved Errol Garner
“Laura”
Ebullient jazz rhythms,
Swirling, dancing rivulets,
A chorus of song birds,
As good as it gets,
They chirp and chime,
Beckoning spring time,
I knew you late in your life,
While I was just beginning mine,
But here you are,
In my thoughts,
All this time …gone by,
And yet, Laura,
I feel you watching over…
As I listen to your song, tonight,
How divine.
You loved Errol Garner
“Laura”
Ebullient jazz rhythms,
Swirling, dancing rivulets,
A chorus of song birds,
As good as it gets,
They chirp and chime,
Beckoning spring time,
I knew you late in your life,
While I was just beginning mine,
But here you are,
In my thoughts,
All this time …gone by,
And yet, Laura,
I feel you watching over…
As I listen to your song, tonight,
How divine.
The Buoy
The buoy represents and responds to the waves around it. As an equilateral equation, Listening to the rhythms it perceives, The waves that ripple on top of the water. And echo and pulse, beneath the sea... Attuning to the deeper currents and misaligned truths of existence. The buoy is an early warning system. To measure distance. Both as Mother and Father. A perennial persistence. It’s job; to guide and warn wayward travellers, or lost souls. The buoy is almost imperceptible. But can be a bold reminder of Life’s Tolls. “Warning! Danger up ahead.” Those who heed its presence, tend to stay afloat. Despite periodic drifting. To stay on course is the dual purpose of the buoy and voyager, in calm & turbulent waters. Innocuous by design. The buoy reflects and gathers information. About the flow of existence. The compass needle quivers. The buoy is both attuned and present. Not just a beacon, but a mirror to illuminates one’s position. As a great streak of lightening beckons across the night sky. What tragedies averted; what wonders achieved. Thanks to your humble, and loyal dedication. The buoy. Can you ever be truly relieved of your post? |
'Who Do You Love?'
'I Just Want To Thank You'
'Improve on Black Magic Woman'
'Hey Joe'
'Live off the Lawn at Sal's'
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