July 7, 2015

 

 

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

June 25, 2015

 

 

Sandwiches with

more bread than filling.

 

Mouth wide open

whilst the dentist drilling.

 

The sight of a spider;

the shock quite chilling.

 

My bank account debited

with someone else’s billing.

 

The jungle law;

animals, each other, killing.

 

An half hearted job,

that is never fulfilling.

 

An unlistening ear,

when facts I’m instilling.

 

Being seen as the culprit;

having to face a grilling.

 

A missed opportunity,

that would have been thrilling.

 

 

June 24, 2015

 

 

Back in the 60’s

when Bob Lord was king,

and life at Burnley FC

went with a swing,

 

A young fan of the club

to Turf Moor would hurry.

He watched every home game,

and was known as Gerry.

 

He stayed loyal through grim times,

and many there were!

But success came as well

for supporters to share.

 

Gerry liked a good sing-song;

a laugh and a joke,

and like the Houghton Weavers,

preferred to sing mostly ‘Folk’.

 

At times when Burnley lost,

he’d sing a shanty or a dirge,

and take requests from Blackburn fans;

‘sing Wild Rover’,  they’d urge.

 

He saw many games abandoned,

due to a water-logged pitch,

or ten inches of snow,

sent by the Pendle witch.

 

But with dogged determination,

and a folk song in his head,

he’d go to most away games;

to which ever town that led.

 

And though he could have followed,

Preston, Wigan or Bury?

He stayed loyal to his team,

did dependable young Gerry.

 

He even shunned watching Bolton,

when at it’s height with Allardyce.

And saw Rochdale and Bury as non-starters,

though was dragged there once or twice,

 

always under much duress,

with some relative or friend.

whilst his heart would be with Burnley,

playing down in Brighton or Southend!

 

When his fave Manager – ‘Stan the man’,

Hip-hopped down to Gigg Lane,

Gerry did attend more games there,

once he’d recovered from the pain.

 

So Folk music and Football

sure have floated his boat,

since back in the sixties,

when he wore his duffel coat.

 

‘Those were the days’ sang Mary Hopkins,

and Roger Whittaker sang Durham Town.

Whilst Haslingden’s very own Gerry,

was the local folk hero, renown.

 

So whether it’s ‘Gerry – the singer’

or ‘Gerry – the Burnley fan’,

he’s stayed true to what he loves,

because he’s just that kind of man.

 

 

 

 

 

I will love you until

the pigeons stop cooing.

 

I will love you until,

all the cows stop mooing.

 

I will love you until

Carlsberg stop brewing.

 

I will love you until

the opposition stop booing.

 

I will love you until

I don’t know what I’m doing.

 

But at the football ground,

I will always be queuing.

 

 

 

 

 

Old love that came

at dead of night,

into my mind

by satellite,

 

and touched my heart

like once before,

then just as quickly,

closed the door.

 

Old love that is

a lifetime sin,

that should stay buried

deep within,

 

Yet surfaces,

from time to time;

never free am I,

from this ancient crime.

 

Old love that is

a burden heavy.

Give me a break,

I’ve paid the levy.

 

No future built

on heartache’s glow.

The time is right,

old love, please go.

 

Old love that is,

too hot to handle,

like dying embers

of a candle.

 

Pray leave me now;

no future can there be,

to my loving you,

or you loving me.

 

Old love that was

the only thing,

to ever make

my young heart sing.

 

Take with you knowledge;

of this be certain.

You were the one,

now draw the curtain.

 

 

 

 

 

June 23, 2015

 

 

Tony’s Time Machine

Every Wednesday

11.00 to 1.00pm

with repeats all week.

On 24th June

Tony’s guest will be

Folk Singer Gerry

and Tony will be

reading

Harriet’s poem

‘Football Folk’

 

 

 

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