September 13, 2016

 

 

Always in life

with all it’s stages

peaceful calm

follows pent up rages.

 

After fire extinguished

and flames snubbed out

when opponents left

in little doubt,

 

about the future

they now see

though oddly becoming

a copy of thee,

 

as if all they ever

aimed to choose

was to live as one

inside your shoes.

 

And like boxing Joeys

the fight goes on.

Inbuilt competitiveness

never gone.

 

 

‘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.

 

September 6, 2016

 

Tune in to

Tony Time Machine

Wednesday  7th September

11 am – 1pm

for fun, laughter and chat

 

Tony will be in  lively conversation

with this weeks guest.

and

ably assisted by Vikki

 

The theme for the show is

James Bond.

 

Tony will be reading

For The Love Of James Bond

written by 

Harriet Blackbury.

 

 

August 31, 2016

 

 

To me it was so obvious,

too obvious maybe.

Long sightedness no obstacle,

but my nose too near to me.

 

To me it was so unsettling,

too unsettling maybe.

They’d urge and scout around it,

my antennae up, so I would flee.

 

To me it was so natural,

too natural maybe.

No value could I put upon it,

my Achilles heal – giving for free.

 

To me it was so unreal,

too unreal maybe.

Something never to get over,

that shipwreck lost at sea.

 

To me it was so reminiscent.

too reminiscent maybe.

The past I had moved on from,

let’s not go there, fiddle-de-dee.

 

To me it was so ‘old hat’,

too ‘old hat’ maybe.

Talk of the past depressing,

though still ingrained in me.

 

To me it was so powerful,

too powerful maybe.

It overtook my senses,

setting my spirit free.

 

To me it was so shocking,

too shocking maybe.

No cattle prod ever needed,

as many would agree.

 

To me it was so meaningless,

too meaningless maybe.

Hell bent on self destruction,

a chink of nuttiness, you see.

 

To me it was so explosive,

too explosive maybe.

But fireworks never started,

whilst I held tight the key.

 

To me it was so long ago,

too long ago maybe.

How convenient when dementia,

takes a hold of me.

 

To me it was so menacing,

too menacing maybe.

No fruit to bear was visible,

on that forgotten tree.

 

To me it was so indigestible,

too indigestible maybe.

Some called it – I B S,

poo-poohed of course by me.

 

To me it was so ongoing,

too ongoing maybe.

I knew I should have left alone,

that bread and old French brie.

 

To me it was so comforting,

too comforting maybe.

An armour plated outer shell,

in ‘tortoise’ mode found me.

 

To me it was so sensitive,

too sensitive maybe.

‘You’re thinking off the scale’,

with arms up, they would plea.

 

To me it was so indulgent,

too indulgent maybe.

All my imaginary friends,

around since I was three.

 

To me it was so normal,

too normal maybe.

This ‘only child’ syndrome,

encouraging a life of fantasy.

 

To me it was so tempting,

too tempting maybe.

The humanitarian inside,

daring me to just break free.

 

To me it was so heartbreaking,

too heartbreaking maybe.

The drawbridge firmly shut,

for all eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know your charms,

I’ve read your palms.

I’ve seen it all

in my crystal ball.

 

I know your future,

and poorer you’ll be,

When you walk away,

after paying my fee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

More sorrow than there’d ever been,

losing one who loved a Gypsy Cream,

or Jammie Dodger if all else failed –

when the tin empty, how she wailed.

 

Such agony from a grumbling gut –

Oh how she loved a Ginger Nut,

or a Fig Roll, or perhaps Rich Tea.

A crumb of comfort all, that’s left of she.

 

 

 

 

 

A fringe or not –

a fringe be damned.

Twelve months of madness,

now growth programmed.

 

 

 

 

So free the mind of everyday clutter.

Forgotten are days of woe.

No returning to muddy waters,

on a tug that sailed long ago.

 

So free the mind of knotted seaweed,

that the hippocampus knew well.

Now the mind on a voyage of discovery,

without baggage, as heavy as hell.

 

August 30, 2016

 

 

Tune in to Tonys Time Machine

on

Wednesday 31st August

11 am – 1 pm

This week

Tony will be in conversation with Rachael,

from Creative Support

( Chatting about her time in Berlin )

and as usual  Vikki will be at the helm.

steering this trip to Mars 

 

and also

there will be a reading of

For The Love Of David Bowie

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

Enjoy the show folks

Let’s Dance

 

 

August 22, 2016

 

Tune in and enjoy

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday  24th August

11 am. – 1 pm.

Tonys guests this week

are 

Lucy – from Creative Support

Marketing Team.

and

also Katie.

 

The feature ‘Band of the Month’

is

The Arctic Monkeys.

 

Lucy will be reading

‘For The Love Of Heat’

written by Harriet Blackbury

and also on the show

a reading of

‘For The Love Of The Olympics’

by Harriet Blackbury.

 

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