March 30, 2015

 Tony will be reading 

‘Pitch Perfect.’

a special ‘tribute’ poem

at the top of his show

————

This week, also on

Tonys live show

( back by popular demand)

is the vibrant

DENISE FIELDING.

She will be reading two poems

by 

Harriet Blackbury

‘Hypochondriac’

and

‘For The Love Of Music’

and

not forgetting

Tony’s unique

top of the show

intro –

 Big Ben chimes,

and

Yes, Yes, Yes – Great music too.

–

Give yourself a

brunch-break

and 

tune in to this

unmissable show. 

  

March 29, 2015

 

 

When all is lost,

it hits the spot;

that something which

one quite forgot.

 

During idle time,

in quiet repose,

it drifts unannounced,

passing the nose.

 

In the form of a feather,

causing a sneeze,

or a draught from a door,

caused by a breeze,

 

or a sudden flashback,

that takes one by chance,

so much so, that it prompts

a second glance.

 

The past, never far

from the surface, it seems,

cold comfort and yet,

nice reliving those dreams.

 

 

 

 

An awakened moment.

A sudden flutter.

A window of opportunity,

as fast, as a camera shutter.

 

A welcome sigh;

that renewed attraction,

lost in the subconscious,

surges forth, with prompt re-action.

 

An emotional flood

of overwhelming power,

when the petals return,

and daffodils flower. 

 

 

March 28, 2015

 

 

Where he goes,

we know we go to;

brother’s in arms,

we’ll make it through.

 

Where he goes,

we know we must be;

this holy trinity,

just us three.

 

Where he goes,

wind blows, on his trail,

and true to form,

we’re on his tail.

 

Where he goes,

on whatever whim;

into damnation

we’ll follow him.

 

Where he goes,

we know we must be,

joined at the hip,

for all to see.

 

Where he goes,

we two have to say;

‘come hell or high water,

it has to be this way.’

 

 

 

Time lingered til

old taxes paid;

from past mistakes,

slow progress made.

 

Some buried deep,

or written off;

most still provide,

a nervous cough!

 

Austerity;

a word they knew;

an empty pot,

where no weeds grew.

 

A single Court

there couldn’t be,

for this double dose

of humility.

 

And when re-called to

the central chamber,

no justice done;

days of hard labour,

 

A reward not seen,

the crime to be fitting,

but with hindsight, proved,

the perfect flitting,

 

when passed onto

a higher being,

who saw more sense,

than they were seeing.

 

And cleared the path

of winters debris;

easing the route,

towards tranquillity.

 

Though, at the time

of deep despair,

no sign was seen

of a life still there. 

 .

The healing process,

ever slow,

but with trust and patience,

good times began to flow.

 

Yet, never forgotten,

or dismissed out of hand,

were desperate times of

foraging, off the land.

 

When dainty damascenes,

the pudding of the day,

and no lucky truffles found,

to ease the way.

 

 

 

Oh life, that is

a lottery,

and fate the king

for all to see,

and forgiveness needed

like before,

when we begged peace

come to our door.

 

Oh life, that is

out of our hands,

we search our minds,

to understand,

the fragility of

those damaged souls,

who face a future

without goals.

 

Oh life, that is

a route to death,

and no-one knowing,

when their last breath.

Please help us God,

to find a way,

back from this hurt,

we feel today.

 

 

 

March 15, 2015

 

 

Tony’s Time Machine (live) every Wednesday

                     11.am – 1pm  (UK time)

              (The one & only  Tony Brierley)

                   This weeks special guest is

                             Suzanne Morton

                   and the 3 poem choices are

                               ‘Magical Cats’

                                  ‘First Love’

                              ‘The Therapist’

                                  from Harriet’s

                         www.blackbury-poems.com

                                     collection.

                         Tonys Time Machine

                                   is repeated

          Thurs/Friday  1am – 3am  (UK time)

       Thursday morning     8 – 10 am  (UK time)

               Saturday 7pm – 9pm  (UK time)

                 Monday  11 – 13.00   (UK time)

                   Thank you for your support

 

 

 

Now may be the time

to get in touch,

after so many

years have elapsed.

 

She might just need you

more than you think;

her relationship

could have collapsed.

 

Now may be the time

to resolve the past,

by putting the stop

to any further decay.

 

She might still feel

the same way as you,

and be able to cast aside

problems of yesterday.

 

Now may be the time

to make your move,

and therefore

pent up emotion release.

 

She might just be waiting,

as I suspect she is.

Get in touch, and

give her heart peace.

 

 

 

 

The elections are coming;

for the first time I can vote.

I’ll have a say in my future.

I can row my own boat.

 

I must choose the right leader,

who best fits my needs,

and follow my instincts

and hope he succeeds.

 

I must ask if the man,

leading the country, right now,

is doing a good job,

or is ready to take a bow?

 

And if it would be silly to vote

for a fresh pair of eyes,

if indeed, the next leader,

turned out a bad compromise?

 

Five years is a long time,

and a big difference it can make.

So not bothering to vote,

would be a mistake.

 

I could follow family traditions,

and vote the same as Mum and Dad,

but my needs are quite different,

from the opportunities they had?

 

In this ever changing world,

we ‘first time’ voters hold the key,

to just where our country,

in the future, could be.

 

 

 

 

I know her words,

they’re in my head.

I read her thoughts,

as if force fed.

 

More to the point,

I also saw

the open wound,

the flesh so raw.

 

I held my tongue,

and she held hers;

silently sharing

each others cares.

 

She knew I knew.

I knew she knew.

Far worse than this,

we had come through.

 

I know her smile,

and she knows mine.

Now comfort found,

all will be fine.

 

 

 

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