How is it ethnics can proudly boast
of the rights of their community,
Whilst if the English do it they're burnt toast -
Scorned as racist with impunity?
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:57 pm
My love told me you took my song
And made the words your own
That time you tried to capture her
When you two were alone.
But I won't talk of any blame
For what you tried to do
In your place playing your game
I may have been like you.
But here is something you should know:
She loves the melody.
As for the words (she told me so)
She prefers them mouthed by ...
Monday 27th July 2015 4:09 pm
With you...now and each tomorrow
With you - in your grief and sorrow
With you - when you're bowed with care
With you - when the words aren't there
With you - hoping that you stay
With you - when you go away
With you - when you're on your own
With you - when I'm left alone
With you - when you close your door
With you - now and evermore
Monday 20th July 2015 3:50 pm
In Oxford, home of the gleaming spire,
A wish to rewrite history abodes
The subject of this outraged ire:
An ancient statue of Cecil Rhodes.
"Take him down...remove the oppressor
He has no place in my view of things!"
We're told in this land of Edward the Confessor
And the shades of far more murderous kings.
The demand comes from a history student
Annie Teriba ...
Sunday 12th July 2015 4:52 pm
Images of obesity appear to define the age we live in. Despite knowledge of nutrition easily obtained about
cheap healthy food (sardines, eggs, beans, bread, salad, soup, fruit et al) to be found everywhere, there's
this perversity of purchasing food in modern life that sees it becoming a deadly lottery of "weight and C" for
those unmindful of self-care. Today's NHS is overburdened with...
Saturday 4th July 2015 1:41 am
No pal at school ever called it exciting
Crouched over a desk - doing Copybook writing.
With dip-pen in hand slowly following each letter
Teacher over your shoulder - willing it better.
The scratch of the nib across a notebook
Juvenile attempts at a tidy "by rote" look,
With occasional splatterings of wayward ink
To cause a kid to stop and blink -
And hastily blot...
Tuesday 30th June 2015 5:00 pm
There's a female conceit found in girlfriend and wife
That they are the shakers - the makers of life.
Not meant to be funny but there's diversionary sense...
Taking minds off the money - daddy's massive expense.
And let all remember there's no procreation -
Empty vessels - unless some male makes a donation.
Sunday 21st June 2015 4:45 pm
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Now that the evenings are lengthening and the beauty of the coastal South Devon countryside returns
to fill my mind, come with me along the old metalled path from the end of the lonely road high above
Kingswear - marked by a solitary tree - to pass the watchtower looking out over the land as it drops
down to the beautiful River Dart estuary and the ruins of the WW2 coastal battery that st...
Thursday 18th June 2015 8:06 pm
There's this thing about each "honours" list -
It's more about the names "they" missed.
True talent, service...gone to their grave
Left out in life to which they gave
Great gifts that time alone will know
And stay when their owners have to go.
Perhaps these things need no applause
Their legacy sufficient cause
For delight in generations yet to come
No medal or title need...
Saturday 13th June 2015 4:37 pm
There's many a heavy heart down in Devon now that a singular voice has been stilled by the march
of time. Brian Carter was a one-off: a gifted artist, writer and poet whose talents were to serve the
cause nearest to his heart - the care of the countryside and its content. He wrote a column -
"Carter's Country" - for the local Torquay Herald Express and it became a "must" for its readers...
Wednesday 3rd June 2015 4:05 pm
You'll find them among most types of mob
With shuttered mind and open gob.
You'd be forgiven for wondering what they do for a living
When they prefer to be taking rather than giving.
They'll shout you down in your own small protest
And you think they might actually be seeking arrest
From the ranks of police that wearily try
To make sure the peace doesn't go too awry.
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:11 pm
I took it for a paper scrap
Upon the carpet's dull brown nap,
But bending forward I could see
It meant more than a scrap to me.
Diminished in death it was the mouse
That shared with me this ancient house
And which had often passed my way
An early morning blur of grey.
Then I recalled a recent night
When I had seen a slower flight...
Much slower than the previous run...
Thursday 21st May 2015 4:17 pm
To the ranters and daubers in their Pools of Red
Let these enquiring words be said:
Is the unexpected Sea Of Blue
Middle England saying "F... You Too"?
Saturday 16th May 2015 4:45 pm
In the Public Record Office down in Kew
Is a report to interest me and you.
Scottish nationalists back in World War Two
Made an approach to you-know-who;
To gain advantage of their choosing
In case the Allies looked like losing.
Scots nationalists sought a Nazi deal
To protect their interests (this was real !)
Just in case the English lost
And Hadrian's Wall was there to...
Monday 11th May 2015 4:00 pm
I stood in the shadow of that historic Tower
Before a rain-drenched sea of red
The glistening ceramic poppies like a shower
Washing clean wrongs and lives long since dead.
From out of the gloom marched a Warder
(With a young guardsman bugler in tow)
Who soon called the living to order
And read out the names we would know.
We were witnesses to the sort of weather...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 4:08 pm
Have you ever stood on a city street
And watched the pace of passing feet?
How quick they go as if they dare
Not to be seen to linger there.
Their owners trapped in headlong rush
That takes them to another crush
Of hurrying humanity in its need
To avoid attention by its speed.
How different from the village street
When people pause and actually greet
Tuesday 21st April 2015 11:27 am
The second hand goes flicking by,
Hurrying us on to the time we die.
The minute hand follows close behind,
Without a care if we should mind.
Till sixty minutes defines the hour
To remind us of time's passing power
And adding four hours to a score -
Each day tots up to twenty four;
Multiply one day by three six five
To mark each year you are alive.
In life there's so m...
Friday 17th April 2015 3:58 pm
One of the more fondly recalled aspects of my working life was occasional employment
at Lords when test matches were played back in the 70s and 80s. Great days. Richie
Benaud was as much a part of the scene as that world-famous famous venue and, just
like Sir Peter O'Sullevan in racing, his voice was synonymous with his chosen sport.
Friday 10th April 2015 5:46 pm
Peeping from beneath the tree,
I heard the primrose speak to me.
Winter's done, I heard it say,
Warmer days are on their way.
Mother Nature waits on me
(The "First Rose" is my name, you see)
While other flowers lie abed,
I welcome Spring and show my head.
Then, with the golden daffodil,
I gild the countryside until
In turn the other blooms appear,
Friday 3rd April 2015 3:16 pm
A country vocal recording by the excellent Marcie Summers from Bristol is on the Hotdisc April issue. Watch out, Dolly Parton!
1. My sweetheart...so sure he knew everything
Bragged a Bachelor of Loving Degree
But love taught him and now he knows nothing
That matters a nickel to me.
Thursday 2nd April 2015 4:01 pm
The terrible air crash tragedy in the French Alps was a salutary reminder of the fragility of the human
mind and the catastrophic effects on others that it can inflict it undetected, untreated and out of
Who knows what filled that pilot's mind
So high in Earth's bright air
Or if he even sought to fi...
Saturday 28th March 2015 1:09 pm
Springtime trees are newly born,
Their buds soon bursting through;
They wake at nature's New Year morn
To bid the Old adieu.
Summer trees are tall and green
Like children growing with love;
Responding to a force unseen
They praise the skies above.
Autumn trees are red and gold:
In majesty they stand;
And wear their colours - bright and bold
To decorate th...
Monday 9th March 2015 1:08 pm
Do you remember my England?
When people said "How do you do?"
And most of them were folk you knew,
And everybody joined a queue...
Do you remember my England?
When people seemed to care and share
And it was just not done to stare,
And barbers used to cut your hair...
Do you remember my England?
When "addict" meant a pinball fan
And workmen ...
Wednesday 25th February 2015 3:42 pm
Tax avoidance...tax evasion
One is legal, one is not,
For keeping money you have got.
It's common sense to use the law
To keep the wolf outside the door
Protecting precious hard earned dosh
From heavy hits by the taxman's cosh.
So - here's the gist of my personal plan
To keep as much as I possibly can;
Tho' I know for sure the...
Friday 13th February 2015 3:13 pm
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
O death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Be off your guard and see!
The likes of IS and their kind
Serve corrupt ideology
Money or murder - they don't mind
To them - it's charity!
(And funds FOR GUNS, you see).
Sunday 8th February 2015 7:33 pm
I was there that bitter cold day
When Winston Churchill passed my way;
Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,
I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.
About the man no more need be said
Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;
But I was there that memorable day
When Winston Churchill passed my way.
Friday 30th January 2015 3:28 pm
Too often it seems there is this sense
Of those too keen to take offence;
Indulged with ill-informed applause
Rude champions of an absent cause.
Wednesday 28th January 2015 2:35 pm
Do the Scots celebrate William Wordsworth
Who lived not far from their border?
Do they eulogise John Keats or Lord Byron?
If not, then let's call them to order!
Why should we bother with Burns Night
Who are as Scottish as spaghetti bolognese?
Spare us the haggis and the drone of those pipes
And hangovers that linger for days!
Saturday 24th January 2015 11:57 am
We live in the world of the global media
The contest now is who is speedier
To bring to the insatiable TV screen
Much that once was left unseen
In days of wireless and bakelite phones
When news was read in sepulchral tones
And private grief was left alone
For those within the family zone
Now criminals parade their grief
With crocodile tears that stretch belief
Saturday 17th January 2015 7:49 pm
Where are the moderate Muslims...
Why don't they protest with their feet?
With "Moderate Muslims Against Barbarism"
Banners to wave in the street.
The countries that offer them freedom
Are owed a duty of care
By all those who seek the privilege
Of planning their futures there.
Let them turn their backs on the killers
Who attack freedom from within their ranks.....
Saturday 10th January 2015 1:11 pm
Despite the incitement towards "cheer"
And forced bonhomie that mirrors fear
From hordes of humanity pressing near,
I have my doubts about each new year.
Sometimes it seems that they suggest
A challenge amounting to a test.
Now - looking back at all the rest,
I take the view that each LIVED is best!
Wednesday 7th January 2015 2:30 pm