The green grass of Star meadow, now imprisoned under thick concrete. Leamington spa on a windy autumn day long ago, you, the clown of all glory, like some strange spirit on the lonely street, trying to make sense of two people crashing into a 1960’s dream. Black P.V.C. overcoat, long black hair. Torn between life …
After the birth of their daughter Jill and Peter could not agree on a name. They had a celebration party and a lot of new parents with the same problem attended. As the wine flowed the parents got more and more frustrated about not finding a name. One of the parents piped up; “I’ll turn …
“You don’t ding dong merrily on high, without dog dinging manically below” Signed GOD.
The fast ticking clock that knows no despair, tangles the mighty clouds of youth, skies no longer friends, come to kiss my weeping. Silk children weave to the thread of sweat, in factories where Hell’s hopelessness, tells beautiful black and white lies, to ruling class poets. So soon the tomorrow breaks in, like the cruel …
Whatever hope is yours about the future of our world, I know I will share. My every waking hour perpetuates that hope. ‘Young men see visions, old men dream dreams’ When I was young I had visions about changing the world, I encountered the aging cynic’s laughter, but also I encountered the giants of that …
Dead Beat Beat 1968 5am rising to work transistor radio playing, “Hey Jude” Like a heaven-sent something, giving meaning to England. 2017 10am I’m retired, cars pass my house with dead beat beat, coming from super car audio, I feel sick. (Photo used by permission of the bloke with the spotty trousers)
From my old timeless chair, I sit watching the long fields as the sun sets inpursuit of the evening moon, the ancient painter brushes shadows on the oldbarn and the birds follow their path through the skies.Dare we hope for a tune on the sad side of the sunset? Is there an exodus to a …
Trails of midnight, Christmas tree lights,Sold out on a dream when life was young.I can hear those church bells ringing through those Suffolk fellsI can here them so loud now!Where we walked together with high endeavourMystery skies where the crows dine in the flights of dayWhere that old Shanda juggled the starsCross the plains onto …
Time, that makes these earth born dreams seem like eternities rainbow. Over the horizon, dancing platitudes and exhausted hope, words exhaled from meaningless heartbeats. “Go this way” shouts the boss-eyed Counsellor Freudian junkie with a speech impediment. “If only this fear would you leave me!” He has 100,000 thoughts in the chaos of kaleidoscope chance. …
Tinsel on a Christmas tree, plastic people on a toy merry go round Stilted structures, celebrations ordered by authorities that feared freedom, and the wisdom of the hopeless labourer? I have seen the misery in those ordered to: “Stand here, Smile now, do not speak” A military society more controlled than trained soldiers! Ice minds …