Hiding away where no one can find you is so much better than living out a pandemic locked away in a no man’s land where everyone thinks they ‘absolutely‘ must scores moral points. The old blind lady knew that. She’d lived through wars and famine and years of the hatred of people like her, who
Tag: Poetry to Song
‘Sunday. The day after the sky ran out of rain‘ I got another request for a song on my blog, this time from the excellent blogger called ‘The Hinoeuma’ – here’s the link https://cosmic-observation.com/ – definitely worth a visit if you haven’t been there before. The song in question being ‘Pride & Time’. The story behind
On the horizon just a ‘dot’. In an over full craft refugees risk their lives for a new homeland. I hope they made it here. A pity I couldn’t get close-ups. ‘Rule Britannia is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog, and clowns’ – Bowie In seven months their world blew upIn seven days
I’m a question not an answerYou’re a bullet not a gunDisaster after disasterLike a shadow on the run You’re a mermaid in a fish tankOn a shelf against a wallI’m the wizard without a magic wandBut I don’t care at allBecause in the dead of the nightI think about tomorrowIn the dead of the nightI
I think I’ve fallen in love with my new ‘old’ guitar. I’ve even composed an instrumental with it for the new album – see below. I got it as a gift from a family friend who never used it that much. Better still it’s a rare early 1960’s Burns TR2 Guitar. The family friend had
‘The Long Climb’ The worst scars we have live inside our headWorst scars don’t run and hide, they follow us to bedA scar can be a memory of something you didn’t need to sayA scar can be mistaken words you should have chucked away ‘An Enlarged Pic From The Harbour – In The Distance There
A Zoolon aside: I took a few pics of the Royal Military Canal running through the town of Hythe just up the coast from me the other day. I’d often wondered what the purpose of the canal was/is. I checked out its history. It runs 28 miles more or less parallel to the sea and
I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings. “The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers
‘Morning Sun on hottest English day’ Nothing matters this side of midnight When fading shadows go chase the moon I hope one day you’ll understand that That day can’t come too soon ‘Empty Bar, Red-hot Day’ I captured visions of the blackness Two dimensions are fine by me Up above hidden stars are restless Until
The other day, even though it was silly hot I got up high to the part of the Western Heights where very few people go. This section of the Heights doesn’t overlook the sea, it’s the backside of The White Cliffs and a safe home for the wild things. There’s no call for masks up
