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Alison Cassidy
Alison Cassidy
(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)
Simon's Hallelujah - Poem by Alison Cassidy
I met you,
sweet prince,
on Christmas night
in the Choir of Hard Knocks.
You fascinated me,
reminded me
of another Simon
much like you.
A long-haired loner
who loitered
for years
by the river
of my childhood.
Who strummed his guitar
and talked to himself
and frightened the tourists
with their fat wallets.
I watched you sing
your Halleluja,
standing tall
on the Town Hall stage.
The words in your hand
shook uncontrollably,
the tremor in you voice,
you just kept at bay,
But the light in your eyes
flooded the room:
'And even though it all went wrong,
I'll shout before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Halleluja.
Halleluja, Hallelujah,
Halleluja, Hallelujah.'
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i don't care if it's been commented on 17 times before, i love this. pure and simple. the cohen reference is done really nicely too; fitting. (Report)Reply
' Hello Alison, Such sincerity involves me, really remarkably 'And even though it all went wrong,
I'll shout before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Halleluja.
Halleluja, Hallelujah,
Halleluja, Hallelujah.'' - ' All breathing yes praises the Lord! Hallelujah' (Psalm/ 150.6) . Kindest regards, Tsira (Report)Reply
wow, i am stunned! great poem alison (Report)Reply
How come I missed this? You clever, sexy thing. t x (Report)Reply
My goodness, Allie, I've fallen in love with this Simon of yours after reading this lovely poem. I had a Simon once... tall and fair... but no singer... (Report)Reply
What an exceptionally moving write! I have nothing to add but, 'Hallelujah! '
Love,
Sandra (Report)Reply
'But the light in your eyes flooded the room', I love those lines. Brilliant. Thanks. (Report)Reply
hallelujah for this one (Report)Reply
Good poem you have written here Alison good choice of words and great rhythm (Report)Reply
It's like a Simon.Garfunkel's song of your fine lyrics. (Report)Reply
A Joyful noise comes from a hearty soul and inspires a particular genus of admiration. Jerry's comment reminds me of one by Bernard Shaw who wrote that he'd prefer to hear Messiah sung by a chorus of heathens than by pious but talentless faithfuls.
I like the poem. It's another fine gemstone from your verbal portrait gallery. (Report)Reply
Great write Allie-pie, but it's a pity the song Hallelujah has been basterdised badly by so many non-singers. C'est la vie (Report)Reply
This is beautifully written, Allie! There is a deeply embedded message in this poem that takes a second reading. It's a reminder that some of our strongest religious leaders of the past were a lot like vagabonds. Even Jesus was a homeless wanderer. I love poems with deeper meaning, and you've done a superb job on this. Take care, Beth (Report)Reply
Dear Allie...........
a lovely poem, and another extraordinary coincidence:
for the past few days I've been listening, again and again to Jeff Buckley's cover of this wonderful Leonard Cohen song......it's on youtube, as 'Jeff Buckley-Hallelujah'
although he does not sing the verse you have quoted here, it is a heart and soul-touching, tender, fragile and poignant presentation.....knocks me out, as does this simple and glorious melody..... I feel literally lifted, as in flight as I listen......achingly lovely.....beyond my words to describe........your words in this poem say what I am feeling....transported by the beauty, overwhelmed and elated...and touched in a way I cannot clearly described........so real....such truth and love.............a soul so bared.........! !
Hallelujah....
Hallelujah....
Hallelujah.........
Hallelujah........
......thankyou for this...........
Love, D. (Report)Reply
Allie, I liked this one for a number of reasons, but mainly because it reminded me of what I used to be like many, many moons ago. I used to go around singing to myself in a loud voice and getting the strangest looks wherever I went. I also use to mumble to myself aloud when I was working on something I was going to write. I think at times someone was going to telephone the men in white coats to come and take me away. Brilliant write and thanks for sending me down memory lane with a smile on my face. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
David (Report)Reply
This reminded almost instantly of a man called Sam who walks around Trowbridge with a guitar in his hand, praising God and talking to himself, but he is always friendly and i hear fools knock him and mutter their insults about him, but...He is stronger and more caring
than any of them, ,
Your poem is brilliant, and the piece that I love the most is:
the tremor in you voice,
you just kept at bay,
But the light in your eyes
flooded the room:
AWE INSPIRED BRILLANCE! !
Take care, , Love duncan X (Report)Reply
Yes, we must rejoice amid the sadness, find the happines that comes from within, thanks for your poem of insight,
Uriah (Report)Reply