July 17, 2015

 

 

Silence fell, all but for a sigh.

The final act, was the last goodbye.

It’s over now; wasn’t meant to be,

but I still have you, you still have me.

 

It doesn’t work like that.

All cannot be well.

The cost is high.

The tear ducts daily swell.

 

And the point quite missed,

for with the morning mist,

returns the horror:

‘Why didn’t I resist?’

 

What was done was wrong,

and known then,  as now.

No amount of time puts right,

the past somehow.

 

The future open-ended

on this rocky ride.

Natural deaths have happened,

but still no turning tide.

 

One last chance was given.

The question asked out loud.

The same reply came back –

‘Not now’ was said, head bowed.

 

Couldn’t look me in the eyes.

Once more a bolted door!

‘Why open a can of worms?’ was said,

like oft times before.

 

At that point realised,

was the damage done.

The magic solution,

on it’s head, had spun.

 

A new tomorrow;

another new start.

The future never can, or will,

repair a broken heart.

 

And taken to their grave,

was our deadly deed,

leaving me custodian

of worms that bleed.

 

And taken to my grave,

will be this tale I tell,

in case, they’re still watching

and see me in hell.

 

 

July 16, 2015

 

Chips for supper.

Chips for Tea.

Bread and butter

and chips for me

 

Chips for breakfast.

Chips for lunch.

Forget bananas

even by the bunch.

 

Chips at snack-time.

Chips for Lent.

Chips at Easter,

I won’t relent.

 

Chips in Summer.

Chips in Spring.

I just love chips

more than anything.

 

Chips from the McDonalds

Chips at home.

Chips by the mirror

as my hair I comb.

 

Chips in the hallway.

Chips on the loo.

I’m so full of chips

I don’t know what to do.

 

Chips and more chips

and more chips still.

Forget rabbit food,

it just makes me ill

 

Chips tomorrow.

Chips next week.

Chips by the mouthful

until I can’t speak

                                                   

Chips in my tummy,

chips on my mind.

Chips by the plateful,

all the chips I can find.

 

Chips forever,

til the end of time.

I just think chips

are so sublime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Harriet Blackbury.

 

July 15, 2015

 

 

‘Days of Wine & Roses’

done the Henry Mancini way,

accompanied a ‘Summer breeze’,

sung by the Isley Brothers today.

 

Earth, wind and fire, so vital,

as are, The Foundations, here.

Their, ‘Build me up buttercup’ hit,

always worthy of a ‘feel-good’ cheer.

 

And in his inimitable sing-along mode,

Max gave us Tulips from Amsterdam,

and much later, not to be outdone,

‘English Rose’ was sung by The Jam.

 

One of the joys early summer brings,

is this most classic and beautiful sight,

as one recalls Eddie Calvert playing,

‘Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White’.

 

So stunning when in full bloom, we have

‘Sugar Magnolia’ from the Grateful Dead.

Though short lived is this awesome sight,

and collecting petals is something we dread.

 

In vineyards throughout the world,

grapes grow sweetly upon the vine,

reminding us of Elkie Brookes,

and her vintage hit  ‘Lilac Wine’.

 

Scott Mackenzie gave us instructions

about wearing flowers in our hair,

if we were going to San Francisco;

but if we remember it, we weren’t there?

 

Edelweiss from The Sound of Music:

A timeless hit, and will be until…. 

Sung in his laid back fashion:

This last verse goes to, Mr Vince Hill.

 

Written By Harriet Blackbury

for LDOK.net   Tonys Time Machine

 

 

 

July 14, 2015

 

 

Live every Wednesday

11.00am – 1.00pm (UK time)

This weeks poems include 

Harriet’s ‘Live Aid 85’ poems

and Tony will be reading

his own ‘Yes’  poem,

which is a wonderful tribute 

to Chris Squire.

The show repeat times are:

Thurs     08.00 am

Fri           01.00 am

Sat           19.00 pm

Mon         11.00 am

 

July 7, 2015

 

 

People scurrying for the Tube,

during a working day.

Going about their business,

in their normal kind of way

 

Rich and poor alike they weaved,

through the bowels of the city.

Never knowing their fate that day;

Oh, God, it was a pity.

 

Innocent folks from far and wide;

it could have been you or me.

But we cannot walk on eggshells,

nor into the minds of killers, see.

 

To read about it in the papers,

brought sadness to our souls.

And to happen so soon after ‘Live 8’,

hampered our world peace goals.

 

We went from ecstasy into agony,

as we celebrated our Olympic bid.

It brought us back to reality,

Of terror – will we ever be rid ?

 

But those precious family members,

lost on the bus and the Underground

will never be forgotten,

whilst there’s so much love still around.

 

 

 

 

Wednesday 8th July  11.00 – 1.00pm

Tony will be reading his new poem

which is a tribute to ‘Yes’

band member – Chris Squire.

also

Charly will be reading

‘For The Love Of Music – Part 5’

and Alison will be reading ‘Fruit Rap’

both written by Harriet Blackbury.

July 5, 2015

 

 

You ask of me,

my secret aim?

You think I toy

with life’s sweet game?

 

You ask of me,

the past to reclaim,

as if walking, easy,

over hot coals aflame.

 

You ask of me,

reveal your shame;

revisit abandoned canyons

where no joy came?

 

You ask of me,

my claim to fame?

as if to counterbalance,

some ancient blame.

 

You ask of me,

what in god’s name,

happened to make you so

metaphorically lame?

 

You ask of me,

but my only claim,

is that, in there, somewhere,

I’m still the same!

 

You ask of me,

but this the answer true;

that you know me,

as well as I know you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and light that begged

a second glance,

touched the receptors

in my brain,

 

and for a moment

all life stopped,

as sense of now

I did retain.

 

 

New light then beckoned

me come see,

the lost opportunity

as hands unclasp,

 

when dark clouds

overhead dispersed;

the answer now

within my grasp.

 

 

Dear light that said

‘this your last chance;

leave your old world

where wild nymphs dance.

 

and see the future

through clear eyes;

abandon dreams

  that mesmerize’.   

 

 

 

 

Oh heat of the day

that calls to me,

to stay indoors

and let sense run free.

 

Oh heat of the day

that saps my strength;

A walk, but a dawdle;

a run, not at any length.

 

 

Oh heat of the day,

when pavements cracking.

The sea not for swimming,

now there’s talk of fracking!

 

Oh heat of the day;

you complex tool.

I’m begging for storm clouds,

just to stay cool.

 

 

Oh heat of the day

if I knew your plan,

preparation I’d make;

your mind I would scan.

 

Oh heat of the day,

no compassion you show.

My system water-logged;

my energy low.

 

 

Oh heat of the day,

I longed for last Fall,

when snow, inches thick,

with high drifts, I recall.

 

Oh heat of the day;

inside I’m now dwelling,

with fans working overtime,

and both ankles swelling.

 

 

Oh heat of the day,

go back, from where you came,

before my last breathe is gone;

I’m so sorry, it’s a shame.

 

Oh heat of the day,

I thought you and I,

could sit side by side,

but I was wrong, so goodbye.

 

 

Oh heat of the day,

a cold shower I’m taking.

You’ve outstayed your welcome;

my body’s half baking.

 

Oh heat of the day,

come back sometime soon,

but do me a favour,

and clear-off by noon.

 

 

July 1, 2015

 

 

This week Tony is

LIVE from Italy

with his

‘Rock Italia’ Show.

Repeats on

Thurs. 8.00 am

Friday. 01.00 am

Saturday 19.00 pm

Monday 11.00 am

UK time

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