April 28, 2017

 

 

Oh gorgeous sediment

that was part of tradition.

So natural and moist

and rich in composition.

 

Now crumbling away

after centuries on show.

Falling like sand

into the sea down below.

 

And wood once so dense

wild winds now devour,

as storms force flying debris

onto rocks with such power.

 

And trees uprooted

as if dancing a fling.

No point in snatching  

weak branches of string.

 

Destruction, life changing,

on a gigantic scale.

Escape meaning nothing –

as the last ship sets sail.

 

and traditionalists sit nodding

almost as if to mock,

and put on the kettle

unconcerned by the shock,

 

because like the sooth-sayers,

their predictions came true –

the winds of yesteryear returned

to take on life anew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sensing an

opportunity

for freedom,

she went

for it.

She strolled out

of the grounds of

the Care Home,

and along the lane

into an open

doorway that led

into someone’s

Lounge.

She sat down

in an armchair

by the fireplace

and glanced

around the room

in admiration.

The lady of the

house came from

the kitchen into

her lounge

and was taken

with fright

at the sight of

the stranger, who

calmly looked up

at her and asked

‘Can I help you, Dear?

 

 

 

 

Pure excellence

of the highest order,

acknowledged

by loud applause

 

from the

privileged few

lucky to be seated

for this worthy cause.

 

Pure excellence;

another night to remember,

as eyes meet in credulity

row after row.

 

Each person moved

by such perfection,

from one who can

put on a Show.

 

Pure excellence

from this formidable teacher,

with a voice to die for –

like a summer breeze.

 

Satisfaction guaranteed

or your money back,

from one who knows

how an audience to please.

 

Review  –   The Rudolf Kempe Society

Songs of Apollo

Word and Music – Stratford upon Avon

2018 season.

 

 

 

 

Why go back and seek out ancestors

when living elders you no longer see?

Why retrace steps into the unknown

searching for a lost family tree?

 

Where leaves long since perished

and branches strangled by mistletoe,

and what you may find out anyway,

you’d be better off not to know.

 

Why go back looking for heartache

when living isolation on show?

Why not put right what is possible

before being lowered below.

 

With leaves that long since perished

and where future generations may tread,

so that what they may just find out

will bring them happiness instead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dusted, broken,

put back on the shelf.

No-one any the wiser

but stay true to oneself.

 

Trusted, awoken

to discover deceit. 

Wipe clean the conscience,

let there be no repeat.

 

Busted, spoken to

with reprimand.

Now going forward

after slapped hand

 

 

 

 

A ‘free one’ now on offer

so take up the opportunity today,

or buy two and get a third one free –

you can’t lose out either way.

 

Or buy one and get a voucher

towards your next purchase in-store.

Step inside and be sorely tempted

or put your money in the Bank next door.

 

It won’t gain you any interest,

but if you do that every time,

you are never swayed into spending

on that ‘must have’, not worth a dime.

 

And therefore creating your own interest,

by avoiding the latest fad,

your Bank balance will become healthier,

taking the pressure off Mum & Dad.

 

And saving will become infectious

as you see how much you have gained.

With just a touch of self disciple –

no need for an overdraft unexplained.

 

 

 

 

Forever burdened with the truth,

that lies buried deep within.

The layers of yesteryear’s events;

a decadent life of sin.

 

Forever troubled by a past,

where does one begin,

in putting right what went so wrong?

Sensitivity, paper thin.

 

Forever imprisoned, perhaps for the best;

take each blow on the chin.

The tide has turned and washed away,

sad tears and old chagrin.

 

 

 

A day that started out the same

as any other that one could name,

 

progressed along a downward track,

without a brake – no turning back.

 

A day that was like any other

found raw emotions – God love us Mother.

 

As strength from somewhere, hard to find,

when ears were deaf, and eyes were blind.

 

A day that was unprecedented,

saw hell let loose and temper vented.

 

To have to go against the grain,

of what is right, sends one insane.

 

A day that will forever stay,

found madness at the close of play.

 

But given time, and mercy’s call,

Somehow love will conquer after all.

 

 

April 10, 2017

 

 

A voice we could always rely on,

his knowledge of the industry so vast,

and today it sorely pains us

to speak of him in the past.

 

For decades, our start to the weekend –

A routine so many fans will know.

First job on a Saturday morning

was tuning in to his ‘Sounds of the 60’s Show’.

 

One of the nicest DJ’s of all time –

his manner unassuming and full of appeal.

Today the airwaves of heaven welcome home

A ‘Top Bloke’, who was the ‘real deal’.

 

RIP.   1928 – 2017

 

Written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

 

 

 

 

In 75 at No.9 was Barry White

with ‘Let The Music Play’,

and ‘Thank You For The Music’,

by Abba in 83, so very apt today.

 

‘Goodnight Tonight’ in 79

reached No.5 for Wings

and ‘A Place In The Sun’ from 67

by Stevie Wonder – everyone sings

 

‘Thanks For Saving My Life’

in 74 reached No.33 –

This Billy Paul song proving

how vital music can be.

 

At No. 2 in 75 – ‘The Last Farewell’

by Roger Whittaker, was loved so.

And also ‘Softly As I Leave You’,

in the Top 10 of 62 – by Matt Munro.

 

At No.3 in 58 The Platters, let

‘Twilight Time’ gently unfold.

And ‘Thank You For Being A Friend’

in 78, came from Andrew Gold.

 

‘Good Vibrations’ and ‘God Only Knows’

two of the Beach Boys successes of 66,

and ‘Unforgettable’ by Nat ‘King’ Cole,

from generations of your fans, in this final mix.

 

 

 

Thank you so very much.

Brian Matthew  1928 – 2017

 

 

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