February 27, 2017

 

 

And grief came knocking at the door

for those now lost who’ve gone before.

 

The emptiness, the hollow sound,

of those no longer now around.

 

The house of cards where Jack now King –

a new regime of hopes eternal spring.

 

And worth and value now assessed

at the worst time, under duress.

 

 

 

And grief now knocking at the door,

let sense prevail, without uproar.

 

The madness that was yesterday

weighed heavy on each bird of prey.

 

The house of cards now tumbling down,

slim pickings gathered from the ground.

 

But no good will they ever do

without a world that’s shared with you.

 

 

October 25, 2016

 

 

Everyone’s favourite and 60’s Icon –

America’s Bobby Vee, was loved by all.

He bounced into the charts in 61

with his first UK hit ‘Rubber Ball’.

 

‘Also in 61, four more Top 10 songs included –

‘Take Good Care Of My Baby’ at No.3,

And ‘Run To Him’ in December,

A Christmas hit proved to be.

 

‘Please Don’t Talk About Barbara’

and ‘Sharing You’ – hits in 62,

and ‘A Forever Kind Of Love’,

in the charts of this year too.

 

In 63, another song to captivate us,

was ‘The Night Has A Thousand Eyes’,

reaching as high as Number 3

 – this Star did mesmerise…

 

And fittingly ‘Bobby Tomorrow’ –

his last hit of 63.

Though christened Robert Velline,

to us, he’ll always be Bobby Vee.

 

Thank You for the music –

Rest In Peace   (1943 – 2016)

 

 

 

September 13, 2016

 

‘Never’ arrived without any warning.

Not a hint or inkling was there.

Out of the blue, life came to a standstill,

without sense or seconds to spare.

 

Just a normal day like any other;

the same route he would always frequent.

No goodbye peck or farewell greeting,

to the other side, quick as lightning he went.

 

A lifetime of memories called on,

in that instance, when life quickly spent.

Emotion and anger reaching the surface:

All the things unsaid, but so truly meant.

 

The end – the shock of finality;

the next stage, in that second was there.

Now faced with a lifetime of solitude,

when so happy was life as a pair.

 

Two swans happily sailing together,

raising their offspring on the lake.

Until the Penn so callously taken,

leaving the Cob with new plans to make.

 

July 15, 2016

 

 

 

and sand that filtered through their toes

moments before their system froze,

 

found feet, as one, an army strong,

(instinctively knowing, something was wrong),

 

running for cover, this way and that.

Arms gathering children, who innocently sat

 

at bars and restaurants along the Prom,

and dashing for safety, knowing not what from!

 

In frenzied panic, a gunshot heard.

Their disturbed minds so unprepared

 

to deal with violence of this magnitude,

during a family day, in happy mood,

 

as fireworks that had filled the sky,

left all of France asking the question ‘Why,

 

on such a day, when peace resumed,

was danger waiting, by hatred consumed.

 

Impossible to know, what was in store!

Now so hard, going on, living as before,

 

when sand that filtered through their toes,

as the day began, for those who chose

 

to celebrate, as friends and family do.

Be sure Dear France, the world loves you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 17, 2016

 

 

Reality hit home

and stopped us in our tracks.

All flippancy now gone,

a real look at the facts.

 

A valued life taken;

a heart of pure gold.

One with good intentions,

destined never to grow old.

 

Another war of attrition,

once more, words could not solve.

We all must now reflect,

and somehow find resolve.

 

As one life too many

lost along the way.

Please God, let sense prevail,

on this planet where we stay.

 

 

April 23, 2016

 

 

A Legend’s Legend;

no greater respect,

bestowed on this artist,

who had such an effect

 

on the world of music;

far too early the pain,

as we mourn his loss –

on our lips – Purple Rain.

 

A musician, a singer.

A writer renown.

The artist formally known as Prince,

has now won the King’s crown.

 

 

Nothing compares 2 U, or ever will.  

 

 

 

 

November 2, 2015

 

 

The stillness so deafening

as I sat in your room.

Your guitar quiet in the corner,

No drums going boom-boom.

 

I saw a sock on the floor

underneath the radiator.

The one that you told me

you’d look for later.

 

I saw my face in your mirror,

I wanted to smash the glass.

I wanted the world to end

and this madness to pass.

 

I heard your clock ticking

without rhythm or rhyme.

It mattered not, now,

no-one home at meal-time.

 

The centre of my universe gone;

the whole core of my being.

The blind panic that struck

now no sense I was seeing.

 

I wanted to lash out.

I kicked your football.

It bounced down the stairs,

and rolled into the hall.

 

This nightmare too crazy,

I wanted to scream,

And make everything right,

and awake from this dream.

 

I saw your dressing gown hung

on the back of the door.

And three pairs of your trainers,

neatly lined up on the floor.

 

Your room already a shrine;

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Nothing would ever again,

be like it was before.

 

I slept in your room

for many weeks after.

I awoke in the night

to the sound of your laughter.

 

And as time went by

I slowly learnt how to cope.

I met others in the same situation,

who gave me some hope.

 

I now feel so grateful

for every day spent with you,

and I celebrate your life,

the way that you’d want me to.

 

Sometimes I feel we are closer

than when you were alive.

It’s the way I get through.

It’s the way I survive.

 

God Bless you Darling.

 

 

November 1, 2015

 

 

Oh war that took

our love away,

to a distant land

where dangers lay.

Please keep him safe

for he took our heart

as a parting gift,

when he did depart.

 

Oh war that took

our love to sea,

where a twist of fate

his destiny.

Ten fathoms deep

his submarine,

when the enemy on

the horizon seen.

 

Oh war that tore

our world apart,

though so much promised

at the start.

And yes, we know

the war, we won,

but it took from us,

our precious son.

 

 

 

 

Through skies of hope

the journey starts,

amidst falling bombs

as quick as darts.

 

Where plane after plane,

to heaven ascend,

leaving broken hearts

that never mend.

 

 

 

 

Into Angel’s arms

so many flew,

with a sense of duty

only they knew.

 

And a sense of hope

over-riding fear.

The cost of life,

so very dear.

 

 

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