April 14, 2016

 

 

And people came, hoping to fit in;

a new life willing to begin.

 

No sea too risky or too deep,

to sap their strength – no time to weep.

 

Each one battling fear and fright,

for a chance of freedom – knuckles white.

 

Survivors of life’s cruellest game;

to live in peace their only aim. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hundred versions

of one person,

incredulously,

rolled into one.

 

Some laughable

beyond imagination.

Exaggeration expressed,

to cause sensation,

 

and gather momentum

with each telling,

as if a script

for Aaron Spelling.

 

A hundred versions

of one person,

coming to light

now they are gone.

 

Rumours and lies

and much mischief,

will likely,

always follow grief,

 

and gather moss

where corpse now dwelling.

The truth, the truth,

only Pentothal telling.

 

 

 

 

Four hundred years

since he left this earth.

Yet this gift so tacky,

and of little worth.

 

And not in keeping

with what he was about.

Purists of his word,

now scream and shout.

 

Leaving little doubt

how they do feel,

at the thought of his skyline,

with a Ferris wheel.

 

 

 

 

I forgot she hummed of nicotine.

I forgot how high the stakes.

My body ached to see her,

but my mind put on the brakes.

 

I worried for her well being.

I worried about her cough.

But she was hooked for life,

and told me to bugger off !

 

 

 

 

 

Vague shadows of a life now past;

a ticking time-bomb, beating fast.

A melting moment, soon dissolved,

when so in love, when so involved.

 

Vague glimpses of those vibrant rooms;

such laughter once, now catacombs.

And only echoes left behind,

as each word spoken, brought to mind.

 

Vague hopes of meeting – not a chance;

a fool indeed, who dares, a backward glance.

Why kill the dream, the mind holds pure?

Though the pain of loss, hard to endure!

 

Vague memories finally put to bed;

no more, thoughts linger in the head.

An exorcism, now executed

No more, the heart is persecuted.

 

Vague thoughts of everything I do,

from the last second that you withdrew.

In truth, a blur, a tormented hell;

a lone existence – this empty shell.

 

Vague shadows of a life now through;

you’re done with me, I’m done with you.

So tightly hands held ‘goodbye grips’,

til the last touch of finger tips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Needing a side-kick

comes at a price.

Questioning one’s judgement,

once, maybe twice.

 

Needing some ‘me’ time,

away from myself.

An out of body experience,

leaving me on the shelf.

 

Needing some freedom –

choking on stifled air.

But life is a beggar,

when nobody’s there.

 

Needing an overall;

the engine to re-tune.

Now you’ve gone to God’s heaven,

I’ll be joining you real soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh frown that came

and crumpled skin so fair,

when asked to expand on that which

caused an anxious glare.

 

Such agony that touched

ones very being,

as tears welled up,

distress, what we were seeing.

 

Oh time – the Boss

of one’s past misdemeanours.

Now dirty washing

taken to the cleaners.

 

Oh past, no tide

can ever hope to change.

Someone, somewhere will know

the truth, however strange.

 

Oh guilt, so heavy

on one’s shoulders still.

That never can be remedied

by any kind of pill.

 

Yet memory, so exacting,

in fine detail, chooses to recall,

that of which now matters,

really, not at all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and sunlight came today;

I gave myself a break,

away from a self absorbed existence –

a breathe of fresh air to partake.

 

and vision came today;

depression to replace.

My mind flooding with ideas,

I re-joined the human race.

 

and hope came by today;

a future I could see.

Solitude, a draughty corridor,

that nearly was the death of me.  

 

 

 

 

April 6, 2016

 

Listen & Enjoy

Tony’s Time Machine

Live every Wednesday

11am – 1pm

 

(Show is

repeated  on

Thurs  8 am

Frid  1 pm

Satrdy 6 pm )

 

On today show – 6th April.

Tony’s lively guests will be

Stacey & Mary

who will also be reading

‘For The Love Of The Girls’

written by Harriet Blackbury.

 

 

 

 

April 3, 2016

 

 

‘Mandy’ – the first Manilow hit came in 75,

and ‘Copacabana’ about Lola, also a hit for Barry.

In 79, The Police gave us ‘Roxanne’,

and in 80, Cliff Richard sang about ‘Carrie’.

 

In 70, came ‘Lola’, a favourite Kinks classic.

And in 85, ‘Kayleigh’ by Marillion, we loved too.

In 2006, Fratellis gave us ‘Henrietta’,

and ‘Sylvia’ by Focus in 73,  next in this queue.

 

Earlier, in 67 came ‘Georgy Girl’ by The Seekers.

and The Rolling Stones set ‘Ruby Tuesday’  free.

‘Yellow Submarine & Eleanor Rigby’ – a double sided hit

in 66,  saw The Beatles, at the top of the tree.

 

Also in 66, Wayne Fontana sang about ‘Pamela, Pamela’,

and in 86 The Damned gave us their version of ‘Eloise’.

In 87, ‘Sheila, take a bow’ riding high for The Smiths,

and in 75, ‘Angie Baby’ by Helen Reddy  sure did please.

 

The first two hits for Neil Diamond in the early 70’s

saw ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’ and ‘Sweet Caroline’, in the race.

And in 2008, he was still singing about the girls,

when he gave us ‘Pretty Amazing Grace’.

 

In 62, The Four Seasons had a hit with ‘Sherry’

and in 84, ‘Joanna’ arrived from Kool and The Gang.

In 90, came ‘Sally Cinnamon’ by The Stone Roses, and,

in 04, ‘Lola’s Theme’ by The Shapeshifters, to No.I sprang.

 

In 69 Amen Corner sang ‘Hello Suzie’. 

Also in 69, The Hollies sang ‘Sorry Suzanne’

In 59, Neil Sedaka released ‘Oh Carol’ –

the first of many hits, for this piano man.

 

In 93, Van Morrison gave us the infamous ‘Gloria’

And ‘Eleanor Put Your Boots On’, by Franz Ferdinand, in 06.

And now, like in 78, we thank our ‘Lucky Stars’ that –

Dean Friedman’s ‘Lydia’ came along, to end this girly mix.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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