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. 

 

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.

 

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