August 11, 2015

 

 

Poetry is therapy.

Poetry is expression.

Words from the heart

released at will;

helps old hurt to lessen.

 

Poetry flows freely.

Poetry never forced.

Words from the mind,

when life stood still,

and from society divorced.

 

Poetry a lifeline:

Poetry a muse:

Words from the soul

when one, less than whole,

has nothing left to lose.

 

Poetry, the saviour:

Poetry the rod:

Words from the brain

one can’t explain.

Poetry, thank God.

 

 

 

August 5, 2015

 

 

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday 12th August  11 am

 Lively chat, music and poetry:

Todays show includes

Tony’s update on ‘Yes’

and 

Harriet’s poem

‘For the love of Buildings’

and 

Alison will be acting out

Harriet’s ‘Fruit Rap’ poem

————

Thursday  6th August from 2pm

Tune in to this special

‘Gorse Hill Studio’

Launch Day Programme.

 Rowetta from Happy Mondays

with be droppping by.

and Vikki will be at the helm

pulling it all together.

‘ENJOY’

August 2, 2015

 

Tune in to

LDOK.net

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday, 5th August

at 11.am (UK time)

to hear Tony read

Harriet’s tribute poem

entitled ‘Our Cilla’

Also featured this week

is

Live Aid 85 – JFK Stadium USA.

Thank you for tuning in.

 

 

 

The undisputed Queen of Liverpool,

who won our hearts in sixty three,

Has been suddenly taken from us,

without any reason, we can see.

 

To her fans she was simply ‘Our Cilla’

Changing her surname from white to black.

Her first single , ‘Love of the loved’ ;

showing she was on the right track.

 

In 64, three more songs followed,

2 of which reached number one;

‘Anyone who had a heart’ and ‘You’re my world’,

being the ones ‘It’s for you’ outshone.

 

Next came ‘You’ve lost that loving feeling’

reaching number two in 65’

proving Cilla was here to stay,

and with Bobby by her side, would thrive.

 

But ‘Alfie’ always the one,

to give us an emotional fix,

spent nine weeks in the charts,

in nineteen sixty six.

 

In 68 ‘Step inside Love’,

saw Cilla back in the top ten,

And in 69 with ‘Surround yourself with sorrow,

she went and did it again.

 

In 1971 ‘Something tells me –

(something is gonna happen tonight’),

was in the charts at number 3,

and Cilla’s career still doing alright.

 

Our Darling of Music and Television,

who gave of herself, so much,

with Surprise, Surprise and also Blind Date,

showed her warmth, and her common touch.

 

Whatever Cilla turned her hand to,

she gave it one hundred per cent.

Her natural ability making it look easy;

she was loved wherever she went.

 

So now she is re-united with her Bobby,

and John & George, & Brian, wherever they are.

As all of her fan-base world wide,

say a fond farewell to this fab ‘Superstar’.

 

Written by Harriet Blackbury

especially for LDOK.net (Tonys Time Machine)

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 1, 2015

 

 

In the stillness of the night,

as I slept the deepest sleep

I was suddenly awakened and

so scared that I did weep.

 

A song revived lost memories,

transporting me back in time,

by creating a vivid picture,

so perfect, in detail and rhyme.

 

I shook as the dream started fading,

and the music, no more, could I hear.

I had seen you with so much clarity,

and felt so moved that you chose to appear.

 

 

 

 

What happened to those long hot

summer days, when we sat around

making daisy chains and searching for 

four leaved clovers, before making

our way home under the Seven Arches,

without a cloud in the sky to

dampen our spirits, or the sound of

a motorway to disturb our simple joy? 

 

 

 

 

Secrets and lies

and honey trap pies.

Bread and butter for hacks;

truth stretched to surprise.

 

Discrete camera’s flashing;

caught in the act.

Just a hint of suggestion,

based loosely on fact.

 

Whiter than white:

Purer than light:

A blotted copybook,

not yet come into sight.

 

Paying top dollar,

to be first past the post.

Confined to the sin-bin,

for that naughty boy boast.

 

Say nothing to no-one,

or ones career long dead,

as embarrassed blushes

turn faces bright red.

 

That old potato, the past,

just waiting to erupt.

That one step too far,

yet hardly corrupt,

 

will come back to bite one,

sure as night follows day.

From the straight path,

t’was madness to stray.

 

Yesterday’s headlines;

Chip paper today.

Shock horror stories,

now thrown away.

 

Secrets and lies,

and honey trap pies.

Play at ones peril,

if no conscience applies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 28, 2015

 

 

Wednesday 29th July

This weeks show

includes music and chat 

with Tonys guests.

and some of  Harriets poems.

The show is repeated

as follows

Thurs  8.00 am

Friday  01.00 am

Sat  19.00 pm

Monday  11.00 am

 

 

 

July 23, 2015

 

 

 

So sad when a house,

no longer feels like a home.

Abba sang ‘Knowing me’, Knowing you’,

guaranteeing hearts would roam.

 

‘Hotel California’ was also,

another heartfelt pit-stop,

which landed the famous Eagles,

an album never to be forgot.

 

‘The Folks who live on the Hill’,

a classic from Peggy Lee.

Showing that when it’s right,

how perfect love can be.

 

The Four Tops sang of gloomy rooms,

that in total numbered seven.

And much later Led Zeppelin found,

their very own – ‘Stairway to heaven’

 

This next song of sound construction,

is a fortress to digest.

‘All along the watchtower’,

saw Jimi Hendrix at his best.

 

Whilst ‘Concrete and Clay’ the hit,

for Unit Four plus Two,

was hod-carried up the charts,

and loved by both me and you.

 

This well loved performer,

proved he was no spoof.

Trust Kenny Lynch to have a hit,

that sat high  ‘Up on the roof’.

 

The soul of a house enables us

to ‘Look through any window’ clearly.

This cracking Hollies song,

reminding us,  we love them dearly.

 

The Doors, also seized an opening

with their ‘Roadhouse Blues’ appeal;

although originally intended as

the B side to ‘You make me real’.

 

Lastly, the master of creation,

and best career builder of all,

has to be Michael Jackson,

who gave us ‘Off the wall’.

 

Buildings of the past;

architecturally sound.

Like the foundations of an idea,

that rises from  deep underground.

 

Buildings of the future;

high-rise with a small footprint.

Like the landscape of a City,

where the sun on glass does glint.

 

Written by

Harriet Blackbury

especially for LDOK.net

Tonys Time Machine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 21, 2015

 

Wed 22nd July

11.00 am – 1.00 pm

ALLOTMENTALITY

Featuring

‘Flower Power’

‘Rocking flowers’

Also

‘For The Love Of Flowers’

written especially for the show

by Harriet Blackbury

will be read by Tony.

Tune in and become a budding regular. 

 

« Older Posts — Newer Posts »