High winds, you on your bicycle looking at moody Suffolk skies, years ahead of you in the wandering youth tea cup leaves of fortune. Your Songs and poems like leaves dancing to mystical tunes, life’s tragedies hidden in the wild hopefulness of our yellow barn masquerade, so much ecstasy before us, cloud riding, sunset lovers, […]
You came from that Nether-world of amber light that place where clowns and cuckoo’s rest half asleep waiting for the lovers that only you could carry. You were ‘Country Rose’ full of slum street blossom and Sun Street enigmas That wasted road that seemed to have no end, the summer heat of India rubber smells.
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In the London autumn rain, he walked into the flamboyant fashion shop on Carnaby street – 1964. It was a London at peace with itself, pencils of the sun warming wet clothes. A strange clock chimed in the corners of infinity, a vast array of passengers perhaps nothing more than a thought in the eternal
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(A poem inspired by Charlie Chips) LABOURER on the Suffolk fields, cycles of sunrise to sunset. Seeking out the unseen tides of the mind, lusting for The sweet sleep of the labourer. In the soul centre of the wandering fields he hears the Suffolk hymn Sang in the tonal beauty of home winds welcoming ……….
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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
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That day 1964, you the dreaming wordsmith, you said our dreams were ‘33lights to the wind’, We spent years believing that the sunset had red sails, now that old sea still rolls,but you are no longer here to light up the time with wonder, wonderful you fullof dreams and young heart starlight imaginings and sunset
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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland) Night time can be the worst, Your mind’s on overdrive, It’s almost going to burst. Everyone you know, Is doing exactly what you can’t, Sleeping soundly. No one’s around to listen to you rant, About all the mistakes of today. And all the worries, Some times about yesterday, When mostly
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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Spectrum People’s Café & Chat) We all found a place, We talk, We support each other, Here at the Friendship Café we are all friends. No judging, Just supporting each other often getting that hug you really need If your head’s a mess, Here you feel not alone,
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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Wakefield Baptist Church) I turned up here messed up, You took the time to support me and advise me You encouraged me, To put down in words how I felt inside; So I wrote my poems, I’d been isolating myself, No motivation, Low self-esteem, Lacking in confidence; But
(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland written about the support Dawn received from CAP Wakefield) Break down the Barriers smash down the walls; We need to get out there and spread the word! Stop the stigma, Educate people, Reach out; Life’s a struggle, We all need hope; Yes we are low on our luck, But there’s
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