May 29, 2015

 

 

Ingredients there,

so fundamental.

In simple terms

so pure and gentle.

 

Yet overlooked

by the western mental,

is the staple diet

of the continental.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He’s the ring to my rang.

He’s the hold to my hang.

He’s the sting to my bang.

He’s the cling to my clang.

 

He’s the ying to my yang.

He’s the zest to my tang.

He’s the ching to my chang.

He’s the repair to my prang. 

 

 

 

 

Such energy:

Such united power.

Joyous petals open,

as we come into flower.

 

The build up, the climax,

the thrill of meeting.

Each a tale to tell;

a love that’s never fleeting.

 

And when all together,

so happy are we.

Anything can happen;

we can part the sea.

 

Strengths and faults on show;

part of each others DNA.

No hiding place is there;

each will have their say.

 

A solid sounding board,

when truth so real;

guaranteed to get us back,

on a more even keel.

 

 

May 28, 2015

 

 

The brainchild of Bob,

who with his Rats, let us know,

they didn’t much like Mondays,

but knew how to organise a show.

 

‘Rebel, Rebel’ sang out David,

and also ‘Heroes’ from the heart.

And proving we won’t be fooled again,

The Who, their wisdom did impart.

 

‘Rocking all over the world’

were Quo, at their very best,

and walls came tumbling down, when

Style Council came on, and impressed. 

 

Midge Ure played a big part;

dancing with tears in his eyes,

along with his band, Ultravox;

their fans all mesmerised.

 

Elton begged, ‘Don’t let

the sun go down on me’.

Whilst Paul sang his rendition

of his hit song ‘Let it be’.

 

Spandau Ballet came on next

with ‘Only when you leave’,

which touched the hearts of many,

who in life, have had to grieve.

 

‘Is this the world we created’?

asked Freddie with Brian May:

More poignant, than ever,

now Freddie’s gone away.

 

Elvis Costello did inspire,

with ‘All you need is love’,

and Nik Kershaw solved ‘the riddle’,

and also sang, ‘Wouldn’t it be good’.

 

BB King let us know

why he sings the blues,

but now won’t open the door,

as his fight for life, did sadly lose.

 

Sade begged the question;

‘Why can’t we live together?

Whilst Phil’s ‘Against all odds’,

expressed love in stormy weather.

 

Sting sang his song ‘Roxanne’,

and with Phil, ‘Every breathe you take’,

and Adam Ant with Vive le rock,

did his appearance make.

 

Next came Howard Jones,

who sang ‘Hide and Seek’,

then Bryan and ‘Slave to love’,

with his voice so soft and sleek.

 

Paul Young knows we cry,

everytime he goes away,

but that’s the way love is,

now his hat has gone astray.

 

U2’S ‘Sunday bloody Sunday’

didn’t disappoint their fans.

The appearance of Bono,

guaranteed a show of hands.

 

Dire Straits ‘Money for nothing’,

also joy did bring,

and the audience went crazy,

for their ‘Sultans of swing’.

 

Each artist performed for love,

and by determination, was led.

Their message loud and clear:

That all children of the world – be fed. 

 

 

May 23, 2015

 

 

Freddie bounced with his dreamers,

singing ‘You were made for me’,

Now, alas, no longer with us,

but back then, fit as a flea.

 

He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother;

one of The Hollies biggest hits.

‘Here I go again’ and ‘Bus Stop’,

also thrilled us all to bits.

 

‘No milk today,

my love has gone away’

sang Herman with his Hermits;

so cute, when in their day.

 

‘I’m not in love’ insisted 10cc,

as they wallowed in minestrone.

Their uniqueness had us hooked;

their ‘food’ song, no old baloney.

 

‘You’re a lady’, was the making,

of Peter Skellern, when luck turned.

From church organist to pop star;

his journey was well earned.

 

‘I saw the lamp-light from your

window’, sang new band, ‘Sad Café’.

It was a massive hit,

and set them on their way.

 

Pearl may have been a singer,

but soulful Elkie was the best.

Our own grown Prestwich lass,

put all others to the test.

 

Tony brought us The Hacienda;

crazy days, for sure.

What a talent to be recognized;

his loss, a pain hard to endure.

 

The onward march of local bands,

through the eighties led,

with the advent of The Stone Roses,

and the fantastic Simply Red.

 

The Smith’s, with front man, Morrissey:

Well, what can be said?

Original music from the heart:

Their fan base, wide, did spread.

 

It took decades of trying, before

hard graft and fortune, did collide.

Now the world is ever grateful, that

Elbow threw those curtains wide.

 

And no list would be complete

on this wonder-wall of fame,

without those warring brothers;

two crowns, for sure, Oasis claim !

 

From Bury to Staylbridge,

from Ancoats to Trafford Park.

So many bands successful;

So many singers made their mark.

 

From Wythenshawe to Hume,

from Irlam to Cheetham Hill:

The best music came from Manchester,

and probably always will. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 21, 2015

 

 

Jimmy’s brother, David,

walked away from love,

leaving The Temptations,

to his resting place above.

 

and Michael from INXS;

our Aussie ‘pin up’ boy,

by accident or desire,

his future did destroy.

 

The Stones, at their height,

lost one of their band.

A day they painted black,

when Brian left this land.

 

And birds suddenly appeared

after Karen withdrew.

It seems like only yesterday,

when her sweet love we knew.

 

The Four Tops lead man, Levi,

reached out and was there.

Hits like ‘Shake me, Wake me’, and

‘Walk Away Renee’ – are gifts so rare.

 

A part of The Steam Packet:

Long John had us hooked,

after leaving Brian, Rod and Julie,

to sell-out every venue booked.

 

And the voice of an angel,

taken from us so young.

Little Lena won our hearts,

with every song she sung.

 

He hit us with his rhythm stick:

Ian’s sound was so unique.

His music changed our mood,

he lost his fight, when at his peak.

 

Walk away, please go,

sang our British crooner Matt.

Music was all the poorer

when he threw in his hat.

 

‘You don’t own me’ – her anthem,

to feminist’s rang true.

But Lesley’s party is now over,

and we can cry with her too.

 

BB King – The Legend of Legends:

His influence was so great.

Many generations of guitarist’s,

now pay homage to their mate.

 

So many more were taken,

so many, I could name;

It comes with liabilities,

this fickle game of fame.

 

So many idols lost;

sudden death hard to digest,

Their music, their legacy;

our gain at their bequest.

 

May 20, 2015

 

 

Tune into Tony

LIVE 

every Wednesday 

for  another

great show

this week 

featuring  the return

of Bryan & Phil.

Tony will be reading

FTLOM – part 1  

and 

Vikki will be reading

FTLOM part 2)

Tony will also read an extract from  

FTLOM part 3

11.am – 1pm. (UK time)

with repeats

all week

at the 

usual times.

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May 19, 2015

 

 

She knew when to bark.

She knew when to cry.

She knew when to comfort.

She knew when to sigh.

 

She gave us her best years,

did our trusted lass,

and repaid us with loyalty;

our darling had class.

 

From the day she was rescued,

until the day that she died,

she never put a paw wrong;

she was our joy and pride.

 

She knew when to play.

She knew when to protect.

What comfort at the pet cemetery;

her memory to respect.

 

The mainstay of our family,

was our border collie cross.

Her passing, devastating;

heavens gain was our loss.

 

 

 

May 18, 2015

 

 

I know he,

who knows not me:

Lost is the bell

for liberty.

 

She and he

appear as one,

on camera film,

when selfies done.

 

It is the way,

it is today.

‘Happy snapping’,

no chance to say nay.

 

Arms flung round necks,

and big bear hugs,

then click and flash,

those captured mugs.

 

I know not he,

nor he knows me,

but what the hell,

just smile with glee

 

No use today,

just a scribbled name,

begged for, to some

honoured Dame.  

 

Now stars assaulted

in daylight,

without respect;

powerless to fight.

 

I know he,

who knows not me,

but now no difference,

can there be.

 

No escape;

nowhere to go.

All privacy lost;

a bitter blow.

 

I promise you,

she knows not me,

The photo not,

what it seems to be!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The climb so steep,

as if to Everest’s shelf.

Each step, a journey

in itself,

 

as familiar memories

flood the mind,

when we recall good times,

as we unwind.

 

All relived, as if

just only heard;

Old fables told,

word for word.

 

Well maybe some,

exaggerated,

just a little

now we elated,

 

as fire and passion,

from the heart,

revived the battery,

with a jump start.

 

But the reality,

now truth be faced,

to discover one,

is so outpaced.

 

And not as fit

as other climbers,

who’ve headed off,

and left old timers,

 

to arrive there

at their steady pace,

like losers in

a marathon race,

 

when all the leaders

wait in vain,

to greet the stragglers;

half dead with pain,

 

who staggered in

dishevelled and windswept,

on all fours,

with eyes that wept.

 

But, oh the view,

when at the top.

A breath to catch;

heart beats clip-clop.

 

The quest achieved,

to reach Peel Tower:

Cometh the man,

cometh the hour.

 

And the descent,

such a thrill,

on reaching the bottom

of Holcombe Hill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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