I had never been in a real crowd before,
Until we went to see the Changing of the Guard.
Buckingham Palace is surrounded by railings Continue reading
(Based on ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’ by William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely in a crowd
That drifted by like whirls of smoke
When all at once within its shroud
A voice I heard and thus it spoke…
“Beside yourself and ill at ease,
clutching straws on human seas?” Continue reading
As the air quivered with the first word,
flesh tingled with the first touch.
Through language and gesture, through lips
and limbs, as civilizations passed,
it kept coming .. And by the lineage
of our lost mothers, it was reborn anew.
For this first touch is our inheritance,
the wavelength that connects us, the spark Continue reading
(or The Curse of the Mariners Sleep)
In a tavern with a sailor I sat in Whitby bay
Drinking rum from a gallon drum
On a cold November day
And he told me his tale
Of a monstrous whale
The curse of the mariners sleep
Of how he fought
And was nearly caught
By the denizen of the deep Continue reading
Oh rose how lovely are thy flowers
Almost any colour, shape and smell
Is to be found within your petals.
Single flowers sparkle in the sun, or
Multi bunches of florabunda shade the ground.
From bush to climbers and dwarf to giant
The range of plants is quite outstanding.
Compare the rose to almost any other garden flower. Most are of fixed colour
But choose a rose to complement the flowers around.
No English garden can be complete without the presence of the rose.
And placed around your front door
The scent is most welcoming.
The rose is God’s own flower
Return to the lost planet
First time out, we arrived on a shaft of light;
falling into your troubled world, weeping tears of gold.
Cast into the Underworld, we saw how Lucifer
and his legions had infested the Earth.
Saved from a plague of serpents, we witnessed
the heavenly hosts do battle with the forces of darkness. Continue reading
I was fourteen years of age
(Some 57 years ago)
And was learning to play the guitar.
My father and mother had bought me this present,
To help me attain my ambitions,
To sound like the Shadows, Cliff Richard or Buddy Holly. Continue reading