August 4, 2018

 

When something rankles

and the mind won’t settle,

even after losing oneself

in a burst of heavy metal

 

Just let it go.

 

When an injustice outstanding

with no sign of a result,

and a stone lands on the nose

from a loose catapult.

 

Just let it go.

 

When words said in good faith

linger long in mid air,

leaving hurt and ill-feeling

and a hot tempered flare 

 

Just let it go.

 

When there’s no getting over

the things people do,

put it down to experience

and The Lord will bless you.

 

Just let it go.

 

 

In 88, Tanita Tikaram

reached No.10 with ‘Good Tradition’,

and in this year her ‘Twist In Sobriety’,

also on the Wea label, made the No.22 position.

 

‘The Good The Bad and The Ugly’, on RCA in 88

gave Hugo Montenegro a UK No.1,

and ‘A Good Year For The Roses’ reached No.6

for Elvis Costello & The Attractions in 81.

 

In 77  ‘Good Morning Judge’ on Mercury

gave 10cc a UK No.5 place.

and in 85, Fergal Sharkey on Virgin,

took ‘A Good Heart’ to No.1 in the chart race.

 

‘Good Times’ by Chic on Atlantic

was at No.5 in 79.

In the 90s – ‘So Good’ and ‘Good Thing’ on EMI

2 of 15 Top 20s for Eternal, doing fine.

 

‘Good Vibrations’ from The Beach Boys on Capitol,

in 66, a number 1 in the US. & UK.

and reaching No.7 in 73 was Perry Como,

with ‘For The Good Times’ on RCA.

 

‘Good Morning Freedom’ on the Philips label,

a Top 10 in 70 for Blue Mink,

and featuring William Orbit, on Columbia,

with ‘Feel Good Time’ (a Top 3 in 03) for P!nk.

 

In 95 ‘Back For Good’ on RCA,

for Take That – their 6th Uk No.1.

and in 98, ‘Goodbye’ on the Virgin  label,

the 8th UK No.1 for The Spice Girls – dance on.

 

Written by

Harriet Blackbury 

 

 

August 3, 2018

 

 

She never saw it coming –

she never had a clue.

It took a moment to sink in –

you and him and her and you.

 

She never would have thought it –

not in a million years.

Such things are just unthinkable –

her and you and him – nightmares!

 

She never saw it coming-

she never had a clue.

Some lines not meant for crossing –

somethings one shouldn’t do.

 

She never would have found out

without one being close by,

who stood aghast with eyes wide open,

peering through nets that didn’t lie.

 

She never would forget it –

the moment truth appeared,

the incredulous amusement –

irony on hind legs reared.

 

She never could dismiss it –

trust forever gone.

The certainty of certainties –

the lost bet that was odds on.

 

She never could unblock it –

in cycles it came to light.

She even questioned her own judgement,

looking back at dead of night.

 

She never saw it coming,

her and you and him, it’s true.

Never was a Holy Trinity

so absurd, and so taboo.

 

 

 

Touch him at your peril –

not even a friendly nudge,

if you know what’s good for you

as she will hold a grudge.

 

Do not pinch his bottom

just because he winked his eye,

for she will surely see it –

this past mistress of i-spy.

 

Play footsie under the table

if your life you want to end,

for she knows too well his history

and on her foot you can depend.

 

No more touchy-feely,

no more impulsive nips,

allowed these days in this society

now P.C. has got to grips.

 

 

 

and cuckoos came

to other nests,

to lay their eggs –

who would have guessed?

 

a friendly offer

just a joke,

an empty shell

that held no yolk.

 

and sparrows small

in all innocence,

who, slow to focus

on common sense.

 

were soon put right

from a nearby tree,

when a shrewd woodpecker 

tapped out their plan B.

 

and cuckoos’ flew

as cuckoos’ do,

without a single 

toodaloo.

 

 

July 30, 2018

 

Tune in to 

Tony’s Time Machine

at Noon on 31st July.

 

Tony will be chatting about the latest news in the music world

and his up and coming Interviews and Adventures.

 

So Rock through Summer

and dance your cares away to

great music in another ‘action packed’ hour.

 

Tony will also be reading the poem –

‘For The Love Of Life’

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

 

July 29, 2018

 

… and bliss stopped by

to briefly say ‘Hi’,

followed by a second

white butterfly.

They swished together

as the dogs jumped high,

unable to catch them

as they touched the sky.

 

…and bliss stooped by

in the blink of an eye,

then left forever

as they breathed a sigh.

They swished together

and let out a cry –

Never to be forgotten

was their last goodbye.

 

 

Blacked-out squares

in the Battleship game –

a change from Sudoku

and wotsit’s name.

 

Never a cross word

as general knowledge he knew,

but he needed my help

with a cryptic clue.

 

 

 

 

Like a menacing cloud that lingers

and threatens to re-appear.

Never far away

is that next moment of fear.

 

Like an un-exploded bomb

from an abandoned ambush,

that rears it’s ugly head

causing blood to rush.

 

Like the constant banging

on a solid oak door

that slowly opens to reveal

a room with a bottomless floor.

 

Like nightmares from the past

that sit deep within the brain –

What point in going back

down that long forgotten lane?

 

Like the chance that wasn’t taken

when risk did overpower.

When the ‘deal of deals’ fell through

at the final hour.

 

Like the one who stayed a while

but ultimately fled !

Was it something that I did?

Was it something  that was said?

 

Like the never ending torment

that caused a lack of sleep.

Never was a tear shed,

but inside a constant weep.

 

Like the good days that came

when I thought all would be well,

but one step forward always took me

two steps backwards into hell.

 

Like a chink in the Armour

where vulnerability seeped through.

Life was never quite the same

after losing you.

 

Like the day that I discovered

someone suffering more than me.

Only then, with eyes wide open

did self indulgence flee.

 

Like the day of resurrection

from the old life that he knew.

Being re-born again the answer;

mistakes learnt – and paid in full, each due. 

 

July 23, 2018

 

Tune in to  Tony’s Time Machine

at Noon on Tuesday, 24th July

for a fast moving hour of music and chat.

 

This week Tony will be in Conversation with 

BETH HAMER

 

Beth will also be reading the Poem

‘For The Love Of Life’

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

 

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