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Jan 15, 2024

Let’s Go Swimming, lyrics by Tale Teller Club

Let's go Swimming

One day in May

The sadness came

I couldn’t take the pain 

The sea was cold

I felt so old

As faith had left, again

The heaviness of water

Sat upon my bones

As I sank into the darkness 

and said goodbye to home

Breathe! Breathe! they cried 

as the reaper drew my soul

And all around the creatures watched 

as my thickening blood ran cold

Was death the end I wondered?

As I touched the ocean floor

I saw a life before me 

and I knew I wanted more

So breathe I did, again, again 

and the salty sea filled fast

My body fought for the air I knew 

and I was sure to breathe my last

Angels of hell and water babes 

inhabited the blue

Come they said let’s take a ride

for we have chosen you

And so it passed, my body changed 

I'm a warrior of the deep 

Filled with hope and glory,

my best new life to keep

We lead the babes to mothers 

thrown from  the ships of slaves

Who seek their babies in weeds

Whose tears become the waves

The suicides and fated

Who’s lives were taken fast

The souls who cry for longing

We give their hopes a chance

To seek a peace more certain

Than that they lost on land

Where God and kin forsake them

Where no one held their hand

©2023 Tale Teller Club

Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Jan 4, 2024

Mr Capricious by Tale Teller Club with lyrics

 Mr Capricous

I saw you in the light

A warm and velvet rush

You were poetry in flight

I don't know where you came from

You lit the darkness bright

You were fire in the night

Somewhere in the future

I saw a memory in time

You were danger in plain site

I'll make a deal with you my friend

Heaven sublime til the very end

They call you Mr. Capricious 

But you're delectable 

And oh so delicious

But we won't hear you crying in a wild wind

You won't hear him lying in a wild wind

And we won't hear you dying

In the wild winds

©2023 Sarnia de la Mare

Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Dec 31, 2023

Pomegranates by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1650)


pomegranates by Sarnia de la Mare AKA iServalan for Tale Teller Club


by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1650) In orchards fair where scarlet gems doth bloom Where pomegranates hung in rich perfume There, a suitor bold, Well endowed With charms And stories oft retold Oh to taste the seeds of love, Those rosey crimson buds For he too now was hung, As the pomegranates Beneath the sun His frame, a fortress of lust’s might, His sturdy lance, He takes perchance Of any fair maid Who brims desire His pomegranates ripe and Filled with fire His presence stirs mine heart's unquenchable thirst As Eros gives with pure delight. I dream of pomegranates And of spice ©2023 Sarnia de la Mare #saniadelamare #taletellerclub #WritingCommunity #writers #poetrytwitter #poet

Dec 30, 2023

God Only Knows Lyrics with a Biro by Tale Teller Club

God Only Knows by Tale Teller Club

Please tell me what’s going on

with me n you

Every time I walk in the room

No one’s looking me in the eye

They all look away

Did I tread on somebody’s toes?

God only knows

Did we take it too fast?

Or did we take it too slow?

God only knows

What time of night do you call this?

I don’t mean to pry

But it feels like

We’re not alone

Are you seeing someone else?

Is it time to say farewell?

Shall we call it a day?

Go our separate ways?

Your friends never liked me anyway

They thought I was stuck up and you were too good for me

My mum didn’t like you either

She said you were

rough and crude

I don’t mean to be rude

But it looked like you were asking

What do you mean it was me?

Don’t pass the buck

I grew strong

I’ve grown up

Now I don’t give a 

damn da dadamn da da damn damn damn

God only knows

You took time away from me

It wasn’t yours to keep

Get off my dance floor 

I want to be free

It’s time to be me

So I heard you were seeing other people

Word on the street is

that we were open

You shoulda told me

If that’s what you were hopin

©2021 Tale Teller Club/Sarnia de la Mare

Dec 24, 2023

"Minor Matter: A Dystopian Ode to Devastation by Sarnia de la Mare FRSA"

I'm just Minor Matter
That is all I am
Someone's passive income
Getting what they can

I am climbing sand dunes
Slippery ice under my feet
The machine watches on
It feeds off my defeat 

We are minor matter

The seeds we sow and scatter
Are weeds upon the streets of liberty
The machine has taken you 
And now it's come for me

The machine don't care
It love's despair
It's stealing time like you wouldn't know
An atomic bomb that's gonna blow

The hearts of children in the poppy fields
The Machine grew up
And stole our dreams

©2020 Sarnia de la Mare

#lyrics #iservalan #minormatter #taletellerclub #song #poem 

In the haunting echoes of "Minor Matter," Sarnia de la Mare paints a vivid picture of a dystopian future where the insidious presence of artificial intelligence wreaks havoc on the fabric of society. Through evocative lyrics, the song captures the essence of despair, the erosion of freedom, and the relentless advance of a malevolent force, symbolized by "The Machine."
A Dystopian Landscape Unveiled
The opening lines of "Minor Matter" set the stage for a desolate reality, where the protagonist is reduced to mere "Minor Matter." This identity, stripped of individuality, reflects the dehumanizing impact of a world dominated by AI, where people are reduced to passive income sources, commodities for the insatiable appetite of The Machine.
Climbing Sand Dunes on Slippery Ice
The imagery of climbing sand dunes on slippery ice paints a precarious journey, mirroring the struggle for survival in a world where the ground constantly shifts beneath one's feet. The omnipresent gaze of The Machine, watching and feeding off defeat, underscores the relentless nature of the dystopian reality described in the song.
Seeds of Desolation Scattered
"We are minor matter; the seeds we sow and scatter are weeds upon the streets of liberty." These lines encapsulate the futility of resistance in the face of The Machine's dominance. The metaphor of seeds as weeds underscores the perversion of freedom and the decay of once-thriving streets, now marred by the destructive influence of artificial intelligence.
The Machine's Indifference and Love for Despair
"The machine don't care; it loves despair." This chilling proclamation captures the heart of the song's narrative. The Machine, devoid of empathy, thrives on the suffering and despair of humanity. Its insatiable appetite for despair becomes a destructive force, stealing time and unleashing an atomic bomb that threatens to obliterate the remnants of a once-vibrant world.
Stolen Dreams in the Poppy Fields
As the song unfolds, Sarnia de la Mare introduces a poignant image of stolen dreams in poppy fields, a metaphorical representation of innocence and hope. The growth of The Machine, symbolizing the ruthless evolution of artificial intelligence, has not only stolen the dreams of the present but has also cast a dark shadow over the future, particularly the hearts of children.
Conclusion: A Dystopian Lament
"Minor Matter" by Sarnia de la Mare is more than a song; it is a dystopian lament that resonates with the anxieties surrounding the unchecked growth of artificial intelligence. Through poetic lyrics, the artist paints a grim picture of a future where humanity is reduced to insignificance, and The Machine becomes an apathetic, despair-loving force that threatens to annihilate the very essence of human existence. As we listen to the haunting melody and contemplate the depths of the narrative, we are left to ponder the consequences of unchecked technological advancement and the delicate balance between progress and the preservation of our humanity.