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September 24, 2015
And as we tread
the road to nowhere,
our onward journey
not in vain.
For with each step
around every corner
waits a new adventure
life cannot explain.
And as we tread
the road to nowhere,
a mistimed plan
can change the day
For with each step
around every corner,
courage of conviction
sees us pave the way.
And as we tread
the road to nowhere,
New horizons
ours to own.
For with each step
around every corner,
a trusted hand awaits;
we are not alone.
August 18, 2015
‘Heatwave came along
and turned up the controls.
Their ‘Central Heating’ album,
warming many souls.
‘My Life’, a sure hit release,
with a meaningful beat.
Billy Joel gave of his best,
with his Album – 52nd Street.
Singing, for this songstress,
always a walk in the park.
Linda Lewis well remembered
for her delightful LP ‘Lark’.
Herbie Hancock; the cool dude,
who always got it right.
Made sure of huge success
with his great album ‘Sunlight’.
‘Warmer Communication’;
music we all understand.
Is still as good today,
by The Average White Band.
Billy Paul’s ‘Only the strong survive’,
and Rose Royce ‘Greatest hits’
two more special albums
that we all loved to bits.
One of the soulful romantics;
Al Green gave us ‘Explore your mind’,
and Gap Mangione’s ‘Funk America’
so right, when needing to unwind.
The Commodores ‘Midnight Magic’
was played until the dawn,
and also The Crusaders ‘Streetlife’,
brought us to another morn.
And finally, ‘The Weather Report’
came from Mr Gone.
Whilst ‘Exodus’, just the beginning
as Bob Marley’s sound lives on.
Albums notable by their Cover;
each track from memory, follows on.
The warm glow of nostalgia,
back then, when bright sun shone.
Each LP meant the world;
a musical diary to behold.
The plastic path of life;
the joy that vinyl told.
Written by Harriet Blackbury –
usual copyright rules apply.
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.’
March 13, 2015
…and you the one
who kept me strong,
when days were endless,
nights were long.
When I, not sure
of life or death,
or near to taking
my last breath.
Knowing you were by me
eased my pain.
You were the one
who kept me sane.
My life in limbo,
like a ticking clock,
and all the while,
you were my rock.
I knew I had to
make it through;
to share with you
those skies of blue.
So much more living,
I prayed there’d be,
even when recovery,
really got to me.
I dreamt we’d travel.
I had a master plan.
I said to God,
‘don’t let me kick the can.’
‘I need her with me
in the promised land,
but I’d prefer on earth
to hold her hand,
a good while longer,
if it be your will:
This gift of life,
my one hope to fulfill’.
—–
Now each moment cherished
by the simplest things;
walks by the river,
as the song bird sings.
And I thank you sweetheart
from the bottom of my heart.
I’m yours forever,
until the oceans part.
There’s one more thing,
and this you must hear.
‘I’ll love you always,
my darling dear.
March 5, 2015
Everyone needs
a touchstone,
when their confidence
takes a dip.
A talisman
to good fortune,
to help climb
over a blip.
Everyone needs
a sounding board;
a ‘bounce-back’
cushioned buffer,
for damage
limitation,
when in isolation
they suffer.
Everyone needs
a good luck charm,
in whatever form
it appears,
to energise
and rejuvenate,
enabling smiles,
to replace old fears.
January 18, 2015
‘I know’ she said;
‘I’ve always known’!
‘But I don’t worry about,
what I can’t condone’.
‘No point to grumble
and to groan.
That’s why I choose
to be alone.
January 14, 2015
A caressing thumb,
stroking the back of the hand;
warm flesh on flesh,
soon to leave, as planned.
Each touch agonising,
as a tear descends,
when the parting imminent,
of trusted friends.
A thought transplanted
from a seed;
passed on discretely;
the mind to feed,
will manifest itself
in time,
into reality,
and from slumber climb.
To give of self
for others gain;
what better way,
joy to attain!
The joining of hearts and minds;
a summer of exuberance and hope.
The unity of the people, proving,
in grim times, they could cope.
Such happiness and laughter;
real enthusiasm and drive.
Through celebration and togetherness,
showing hard times they could survive.
The linking of nations was magical,
confirming, that human beings once more,
can make a world truly wonderful,
by embracing what life has in store.
November 22, 2014
When shadows creep
under moonlight’s beam;
no swans apparent
on the stream.
The water still,
at dead of night,
as forgotten souls
exert their right,
and dance along
the grassy bank;
half crazed when on
some ghoulish prank.
Performing handstands,
and back somersaults:
Rejoicing in escape,
from ancient vaults.
And in wild abandon,
floating through the air;
bewitched and spooked
by starlight’s glare.
Until, exhausted,
they fade from sight,
as fast as they came,
back into the night.
For when order left
and chaos came,
one last wish granted,
and life, never the same.
For in death, as in life
the soul never rests;
appearing out of the blue,
like uninvited guests,
who will return;
they always do.
Their purpose being,
to get a glimpse of you.
So when shadows creep
under moonlight’s beam,
and no swans apparent
on the stream,
do not back off
or turn away;
see them as mortals,
who found another way.
Face them, head on.
Look them in the eye.
Do not cower away,
or let them think you shy.
Say ‘Hello my friend,
I once knew you well’.
And I promise you this:
They will run like hell,
when their cover blown,
and you are seeing,
one who thought them self
an invisible being!
For when order left
and chaos came,
one last wish granted,
but with no time frame.