May 13, 2016

 

 

The truth behind a misconception

far too private to explain,

but amazing how a lack of knowledge

can put on one, such extra strain.

 

The truth behind a misconception,

as constricting as barbed wire.

Wind travelling in the wrong direction

killing the flame of loves desire. 

 

 

 

 

Bruised and battered

through rough and tumble.

A knee full of cinders,

heard Mother grumble.

 

Out all day long

swinging from trees.

In all kinds of weathers –

sunshine and freeze.

 

Before ‘Health & Safety’

back in the day,

down on the farm

hiding in, bales of hay.

 

And up for a prank

playing tip-latch.

Whilst quick slight of hand

needed for Jacks.

 

Many a glass-alley

lost down a grid;

all part of life

when as a kid

 

nothing too problematic

stuck in the mind –

everyone an inventor

of a simplistic kind.

 

Just mauling about,

but never a threat.

Playing back-street footy

in the rain, soaking wet.

 

Feeling safe as houses,

everyone’s door open wide.

Nothing worth stealing

was there inside.

 

A thre’penny bit or a tanner

given weekly from birth.

Paper money, a fortune

if ten bob, one was worth.

 

Legs, the best form of transport-

a stick aiding the hike,

or a real tour-de-force

if one posh, with a bike.

 

How far we have come,

Great-Grandparents recall,

reflecting on their lives,

now we have it all.

 

No wonder they frown

and think us spoilt to bits,

The best teachers are they,

with wise words from their lips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 10, 2016

 

 

Well known the path

from A to B,

where once more I

transported he

 

on country roads

in driving snow,

and then the bend

so many know,

 

to be the killer

of young and old,

as in a ditch

the story told.

 

Where tyre tracks

showed clear the slide,

and then the Mini

on it’s side!

 

So still the moment;

hearts beating fast,

wide-eyed, alighting,

and aghast.

 

too scared to look,

but look we did,

through shattered glass,

where snow now hid,

 

a picture unclear

at break of day;

A train to catch –

melting away.

 

Relief at finding

occupants long gone.

In measured haste

we carried on

 

in silence as

we’d done before;

heartache of parting

still in store.

 

But thoughts now

of a different kind

eclipsing what was

on our mind.

 

And though my heart

for him did yearn,

my thoughts now on

my safe return,

 

through blinding snow

of purest white;

hands gripping wheel

with all my might.

 

And then his call

before his flight,

re-assuring me

he was alright,

 

though he had found

the onward ride defeating,

as it was the mail train,

without bloody heating!

 

And so off he flew

for another four month spell;

our lives far from perfect,

but separation – hell. 

 

 

 

She made, as whole

the sapling tree.

A fact that did not

escape me.

 

T’was only when

some freedom found.

I found my life

to turn around.

 

That hardened shell.

That tough resistance,

instilled in one

who kept their distance.

 

And yet I know

her heart inside,

in pieces shattered;

no eyes belied.

 

They all took from her

what was on view,

( the wisest owl

this planet knew)

 

and used to their advantage

hard lessons taught,

before being dismissed

when freedom sought.

 

Used and abused?

I don’t think so.

This powerhouse of energy,

a one – woman show.

 

‘Keep your distance,

and then return’

they all said to do,

‘It’s how to learn!’

 

She says herself

‘They come and go’,

so many that

she got to know.

 

But never stops

to wonder why,

in exasperation,

their goodbye?

 

But she forever struck

a chord with me;

the one who set

my spirit free.

 

And to this day,

‘respect’ still there.

For one so grand,

and so aware. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tune in to

Tony’s Time Machine

Wednesday 11th May 2016

11am – 1pm

(Repeats all week at the usual times)

 

Today Tony’s Guest will be

Abbey (Head of C of E Safeguarding Team – M/cr)

 

Abbey will be reading

‘For The Love Of Heartache’

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

 

 

 

 

May 3, 2016

 

 

Tune in to

Tony’s Time Machine

Wednesday  4th May 2016

11.am to 1.pm

(Repeats all week at the usual times.)

 

On this weeks Show

Tony will be reading

For The Love Of Music – Part 7

written by

Harriet Blackbury.

and featuring

The Eagles, David Bowie, Prince & Billy Paul.

and some surprises too.

 

So dance yourselves dizzy folks

 

Tony also has some great guests lined up for future weeks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 25, 2016

 

 

‘Something in the air’ surely happened,

when Thunderclap Newman, our hearts won.

Now Andy Newman re-united with Keene & McCulloch,

the band members can once more, rock on.

 

Maurice White, a founder member of Earth, Wind & Fire –

recently lost his life too.

Hits like ‘Boogie Wonderland’ and ‘After the love has gone’

ensuring we will never forget you.

 

Another shock, was the loss of Terry Wogan –

not known as a songbird, but still took a chance.

when in 78, this well-loved Presenter

had a hit with the song ‘Floral Dance’.

 

Sadly, we now mourn the loss of Glenn Frey:

The Eagles, everyone’s favourite, I must say –

‘One of These Nights’ and ‘Lying Eyes’,

early hits to set them on their way.

 

Glenn Frey always the driving force –

‘Hotel California’ still as relevant today.

And later he ruled the day with –

‘The Heat Is On’, when he broke away.

 

Keith Emerson, formerly part of Nice,

and as Emerson, Lake & Palmer, the next plan,

paid off when they gave the world  

‘Fanfare For The Common Man’  

 

One of the greatest artists ever to perform;

this Minneapolis native, now takes a bow.

Prince Rogers Nelson, with so many hits to his name,

from ‘Little Red Corvette’ to ‘Betcha By Golly Wow’

 

His breakthrough hit ‘I Wanna Be Your Lover’

was followed by ‘1999’.

And ‘When Doves Cry’ and ‘Purple Rain’ arrived,

respect at it’s height for his sound, so divine.

 

Our home-grown talent & darling, Victoria Wood,

could also knock out a tune or two.

Your words to ‘The Ballard of Barry and Freda’     

will forever bring a smile to our lips, just for you.

 

The ‘Golden Years’ of David Bowie;

his legacy, second to none.

A ‘Starman of ‘Sound and Vision’.

‘Day In – Day Out’, his music lives on.

 

‘Only The Strong Survive’ in this Industry,

and God Bless Billy Paul, for such memorable tones.

His all-time classic – the anthem of all lovers:

I could only possibly mean – ‘Me And Mrs Jones.

 

This latest list just wouldn’t be complete,

without Sir George Martin, of fifth Beatle fame.

This much loved Record Producer renown,

was always at the top of his game.

 

So many more were taken.

So many, I could name;

It comes with liabilities,

this fickle game of fame.

 

So many idols lost;

sudden death hard to digest.

Their music, their legacy;

our gain at their bequest.   

 

 

 

Tune into Tony’s Time Machine

on Wednesday 27th April

for a musical journey

of Tony’s travels

including USA,

 

and also on the Show

 

Tribute poems

by 

Harriet Blackbury 

dedicated to recent sad losses

in the Music Industry.

 

( The Show is repeated at the usual times

throughout the week)

 

 

 

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.  

 

 

 

 

April 14, 2016

 

 

They lost me for a while.

My life-style somewhat lacking;

their heads racking with self- blaming guilt.

For the monster they had built – no-one they knew.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me to adolescence.

A cop-out term, which found me slacking.

when tracking freedom’s sweet footpath anew.

Headstrong through wild winds, I heard their cry,

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Their wilful child, born with adventure

running through the veins- no room for brains,

just seeking the unknown, atonement ever closer by.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Exhausting was that extra mile, that took it’s toll,

on two who’d done their best, and now sought rest.

He turned the key, but she said ‘Oh No’, with a sigh.

No clue to why, but she stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

But we made up with a smile – our differences

accepted and then forever compartmentalised.

My dreams and aspirations made of different stuff.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Now I’ve lost them and shed a tear, but the drumbeat

of my back –up Band, ever constant in my ear.

No point to wonder why, the past with hindsight wets the eye..

for it’s my turn now, to do, the standing by.

 

 

 

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