Tag: Poetry

NO PLACE FOR SHADOWS TO DANCE

‘View from a cliff edge’ by Zoolon  The road leading up the castle is winding and steep. High granite stone walls either side. Some ancient overhanging trees blocking the daylight. No place for shadows to dance. Most people drive up to the castle. The tourists off the cruise liners from places I’ve never been can

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WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’

Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really?  It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new

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A COAT OF FEW COLOURS

‘The day before the asteroid hit’ by Zoolon The news that some sicko coward morphed into the big man because he carried a gun into a synagogue and randomly killed loads of innocent people leaves us relatively normal people wondering ‘Why?’ I had this random thought about the ways certain humans try to justify carrying

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THE POWER OF HELLO

‘One of a Kind’ by Zoolon I was out early again. Poached eggs on toast to kick off a new day.  Per usual there she was. This time dressed in all-in-one camouflage combats and a Che Guevara black beret with a red star on the front. Tucked in-between her shoulder-top and her neck she had

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BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM

‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get

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FARAWAY PLACES & CURTAIN CALLS

‘The Final Curtain Call’ by Zoolon  ‘I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred’  Bob Dylan

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SUMMER DIED ON A SATURDAY

‘The Ghosts of Summer Bid Farewell’ It’s good to be back. First some words and pics, then a brand new composition – a pre-release from the new album that should hopefully be out there come December. It’s an electronic instrumental called ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’. I hope you enjoy. ‘Dressed to Impress’ SCORCHED LYRICS

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ONCE I WAS A UNICORN

‘Sun Day, Sunday’ by Zoolon I’m taking a short break from blogging. A working break as I’ve a bespoke new business website project to sort and a mass of other things to do, so rather than just sit here dripping on about the pressure I’m under I figure I’d get it all done. I’ll be

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SOME PLACE EAST OF DOVER

‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon 100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac

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NO ROOMS, NO ROOF

‘The Allegory of The Night’ by Zoolon A new lyric about an important subject. It’s themed on the homeless crisis in the UK that’s getting worse every day. The song is near the recording stage, but for now here’s just the raw words – not a poem, I stress – I’m still playing around with.

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