Zoolon’s Simple Take on Trees I wouldn’t like to be a tree in the Amazon right now. Having said that I probably wouldn’t particularly want to be a tree in the first place. I’d never get to see The Arsenal play again or get to eat macaroni cheese. Then there’s dogs with an urgent need
Tag: Poetry
‘It Wasn’t Me’ Politicians get on my nerves. Their promises rain down like confetti at a wedding but mostly never happen. Some are great liars, others just feed on the lies. PEOPLE Harry lives in a cardboard box behind the Eiffel Tower Alice sits in doorways hoping for hard currency in exchange for a wilting
‘The Long Way Home’ My song ‘All Winter Long’ off the ‘Rainbows End’ album seems to fit the mood of the new words that I found washed up on the beach – sort of. SONG FOR ANOTHER DAY Dreamers dance while dancers dreamSongbirds love while lovers sing No frozen sun, no burning snow Maybe tomorrow,
‘Claudette Colbert still from Cecil B. DeMille’s ‘Cleopatra’ movie 85 years ago’ He was thinking to himself that he’d never written a letter. A proper letter, using a pen and paper. A letter he would write, sign and post. He decided he’d have a go although the absence of pre-emptive text was worrying him. His
Artwork by Lee Miller- ‘Surrealism’ It was on the BBC News. The story of Bethany. An innocent 17 year old being treated worse than a serial killer held in solitary confinement because in this so called great land the bigwigs haven’t got a compassionate clue what to do to help her. I won’t rant on
‘Tuesday, 11AM: No Sign of Life’ Unless you’re composing to a specific theme, deciding on a title for an instrumental piece isn’t always easy. The title has to reflect the music. I suppose it’s a bit like naming a kid after its been born. When there’s lyrics there is always a way to find a
‘Robin Hood & His Merry Self’ I wish I’d got the pic when Robin Hood was sat at my table feeding himself on the crumbs of my pain au raisin. The second he spotted my phone facing his way he was off. THE ROSE WITHOUT A THORN Never looking backwards, two steps forward, two steps
‘Before the Light Went Out’ Mother Earth is now a victim She’s not a magnet any more We’ve stripped her of her blue, green cloak Looked the other way as her children were washed up on the shore “Let’s give her a cloak of plastic That’ll warm her up real good Tell you what? Let’s
‘No-Bell Prize Winner 2014’ Artist Unknown A confession. This is true. When I was a kid about 5 or 6 years old I remember my parents talking about the Nobel Prize. At the time I didn’t really take in what they were talking about. To me it sounded like it was a prize awarded to
‘Cleo the Wise Owl’ She doesn’t talk that much but she did mention that without bees, seeds & trees we are nothing. Songs that that tell stories are fascinating me lately. I’m not sure why, although the plus with a song is – providing the melody is a good one – that a lyricist can
