Yesterday at the farm down the road I had a chat with Number 85. We got on OK but our conversation was a one-sided affair. Because of that I thought I’d ask the lamb a few easy questions. It went like this. “What would you call a long rigid piece of metal?” The lamb answered,
Tag: Poetry
At last the sun came out and so did I. Most people dis Dover for dumb reasons. I don’t. Aside the fact that we have White Cliffs plus a magnificent Norman Castle to the east, the harbour overlooking France to the south, more cliffs to the west and forests to the north, Dover has the
The last time I ever heard your voiceYou were singing, crystal clearMaking up for lost timeStill begging to disappear You never wanted fame, I knowYet destiny comes with a curseDrags you up then lets you downI don’t know what’s worseThan being fed a big lieOne that you believeJust to find out laterYou’ve nothing to achieveExcept
GINNY It wasn’t the dragonIt wasn’t MerlinIt wasn’t the jesterNor his old tambourine It wasn’t the French knightThey called LancelotNor evil Morgan le FayAnd the fall of Camelot Dark Age’s disastersRound table no moreLe Morte d’ArthurLady of the Lake came ashoreShe took care of ExcaliburKept it safe under waterAway from the warsAway from the slaughter
Memories & new words are pretty much what my new book ‘Looking for Reasons’ is all about. Without ‘memories’ that inspire, whether they’re from yesterday or last year or ages ago, there would be no ‘new words’; no new songs. I like it that sometimes a few photographs from before trigger lyrical verse. Anyhow, here’s
Originally from my song, ‘Liquid Truth’ – written in 2012, me a first year music student back then – these words below open Zoolon’s new book called, ‘LOOKING FOR REASONS’. They just about sum me up. ‘When will all the pieces come together,And if I don’t like the picture am I stuck with it forever?’
Most days this winter are either freezing cold and rainy, or just plain horribly cold with frost everywhere. Generally the frost is just a white cloak, nothing special. However, yesterday when I thought I’d give the cars – not being used hardly at all because of the lockdown – a run before the batteries die
A FREE-VIEW SKY ‘I think I’ve played this game before’Said the dreamer to the realist‘I get to close my eyes and count to 10Before you shoot this guitarist?’ ‘There is no time for your pointless make believeAll I want from you are factsMy world knows only black and whiteAnd fantasy distractsImagination counts for nothingThe same
STARING AT THE SUN Made the music, captured the magic for a song I’d never writeEyes wide open staring at the sun I gave up on the fightI’d spent my blind days searching for a single ray of lightA lost cause, I could see clearly now, no rescued dreams tonight Wherever there’s love and hope
LIPSTICK GIRL & TRADING SUITS FOR UNIFORMS The only sounds I’m hearing are birdsong, bombs and gunsI ask myself the question, ‘Are we the only onesWith eyes that see and hearts that break and hands that paint the scene?While out there in the muddy Somme, they all died aged nineteen’ Scroll forward another century, no
