Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,

what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.

Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,

he loved it there, up Water Street,

pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,

real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:

they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.

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a solo drum
the soft breeze drifting
light reflects from capirihina glasses
vocals awaken
waves waving goodbye for the night
sand resting in it's place
two blocks away 
ganzas begin to shake 
voices whisper
footsteps tap
goodnight sun 
Hello Rio.
 

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I looked at her, her angel voice still playing in the sound room. 

She sat surrounded by the band, just like we always do. 

Her songs were mesmerizing, she had everything to make it,

and in that moment God gave me this truth -

“No matter what, the songs we make are greater than the artists”.

The words came out as if it wasn’t me. 

Then she and I met eye to eye, we knew the t...

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Do you feel the music?

Does it capture in your soul

the feelings that got lost in there

as you’ve played out your role?

Have you ever sat and listened,

let it take you far away?

Well, I’ve done it time and again

and I can clearly say -

that nothing else compares.

It’s like a portal out of time,

where you can let things go and heal,

submerged in the sublim...

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Still, as sounds flow through me like ripples,

Her metronome voice glows as she talks, leaving a euphoric feeling.

Melancholy breathing hones focus to my heart beating,

Dissipating my worldly ruminations.

Lucid is how I felt after her rhythmic voice receded,

The ripples still imbued in me lingered.

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Tired, neutered and flat

Drowsy, battered and crap

Scatered, ears ringing and wondering

where did my weekend go?

Gigged out

Spat out and hurt

Load-in, set up in dirt

Sound checked, rain and disturbed

Darkness, smokey and curt

Irritable, sweaty of course

Days lost to the night

Hungry, beyond "alright?"

Midnight arrives

Still loading out in drove...

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Every performance celebrates new life,

Since music will outlast our mortal form.

The melodies which freeze us to the spot

Will still resound for centuries to come.

Achievements mount to places up above;

Responses should be equal to this height.

Cheap adjectives will never do the job,

Mere emotion doesn't give an answer;

Shedding tears is just a modern fashion,

As is howl...

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christ is a liberty
christ is a liberty of rock n roll
christ is a liberty of hell
christ is christ of liberty
rock n roll is a christ of a crisis
rock n roll is hail as a crisis
rock n roll is hail as hell

a crisis is a crisis of hell
a crisis is a crisis of rock n roll
hell is hail as hell
hell is hail as crisis
a hail of rock n roll is a hail of crisis
liberty is hail as hell
lib...

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Perhaps the closest we get to music:

Uncluttered, pure, free from excess.

Their simplicity can be deceptive;

In reality, nothing is simple.

Everything, however, is deceptive.

Maybe that’s the way it is meant to be;

We must be deceived by their deception,

Woven by passion, not by intention.

These pieces are not innocent, of course;

Beyond a lilting theme of hope and ...

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Clean and beautiful they once were

Our ears now so dirty with no cure

Music used to sooth and curess

Yet now our ears are pounded and stressed

Is there only one tempo now

For all to March to with a scowl?

Lost in the reverb of modernity

Scarecely heard through uncertainty

Our house was a very nice house

With variation of sounds waving through

Not pounding or...

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Hey Jude, did you see the blackbird down on Penny Lane.
And so that bird can sing,
Get back here, play on your gentle weeping guitar for him.

oh Darling, Lucy, I want to hold your hand,
in a sky with little diamonds.
I really don’t want to lose that girl but can’t buy your love today

Dear Prudence, can I buy a ticket to ride in your yellow submarine.
To get you in my life
And travel as...

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It must be cool to be in a band

Everyone says so

The adoration from the crowd

It shouldn't really be allowed

We're all idols in our own time

But some need more 

Time after time

While ever rotting at the core

Musicing is now a verb

But it always has been hasn't it?

Plucking, strumming and picking

It hardly warrants any thinking 

I find it an ever d...

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I'm qualified and ready

to teach you nice and steady

Music is the session

It's yours with no pretention

Bespoke, tailored and informed

By experts, assesments and the sought

I'm even trained in Vdt MOCA

So there's enough in my locker

Yet I'm met with refusal, indignance and betrayal

How on earth could I fail?
Your engagement is essential

To know if I'm succe...

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Two hearts not three my love

Only yours and mine beat together 

And that look as we stare off centre 

Tuning into radio US

The faraway glance that sees nothing

But hears everything 

Our station, our wavelength

Where we are the producers, directors the listeners

The head can hear the love when needed

The heart can silence the fear when we’re not near

Life has drawn us,...

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So what do I like most about you

Impossible to know where to begin!

Your eyes, your touch, your joyous grin

Your Golden hair, your poor red chin?

The poet, the dreamer, the lover, the girl

The horse back hero, the Tinker Bell

The ducker, the diver, the girl with the plan

The believer in miracles, the Liverpool fan?

The swimmer, the fighter, the joker

The mover, the scous...

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They chatter life and love by the water’s edge
then dive into the shimmering blue
With thoughts of painting ice cream clouds
or bottling the phosphorus moon
Daylight is for dreaming 
or cooking up a stew
The waking hours are for birthing art
or making love in the hot afternoon

Tonight, there’ll be a gathering at the Dolphin café
with wine and smiles in generous measures
mosquito nets b...

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My love of Beauty, nurtured through the years,     

Of form and fair proportion’s served me well.    

Yet often I ask: where does my true love dwell?   

Within my soul; this heart; these eyes; or ears? 

Does she conduct the music of the spheres? 

Or, sit in silence sweet on Lakeland fell? 

Are roses’ heavenly scent bound by her spell?    

Her spirit surely lives in all...

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I lay the knives, sharp, on the table, flat. 
Notes of cinnamon and spices should keep the tempo light,
As I conduct the kitchen, for my dinner party tonight. 

Knock knock, they melodically rap upon the door,
I go to greet my fine guests, yet moments before,
I turn back from the handle, for I'm not so sure,
Which of the four seasons should delight my decor?

To choose only one,...

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Why do we have music?
How and why does it affect us?
It is a great and special art,
Which surely does connect us.

Why do we have music?
Is it to exult our souls?
It may bring us cheer and joy,
And make us feel whole.

Why do we have music?
Perhaps to give us a nice feeling?
And it's a universal language,
Which is lovely and appealing.

So why do we have music?
To see into the comp...

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They let you down sweet child 

27 as you predicted 

Your heart was broken lady 

Neglected fooled addicted 

They could never get your soul though 

You guarded it so proudly 

Displayed it in your words 

As you sang your heart out loudly 

You created history sweet angel 

Unfinished unnurtured child 

Your Nurtured soul we cradle 

Soul cleansed with tears you cried 

...

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The Tracks Of My Years

We sat cross legged in summer dusk

A smoky haze passing through

Admired artwork airbrushed

In fantastic swirls of colour

Reading words in synchronised

Staccato with the music

Flowing from the stereo

Simpler times

Longer hair

No aching joints

I wish we could do that again

But friends disappear like exhaled smoke

And some a...

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she died on the bathroom floor you know. 

a cut on her ribs. 

the rib borne from man, 

killed the girl on the bathroom floor. 

no one had kindness. no one had words of condolences. 

only four pictures and a note, 

only they proved someones love for her. 

the things that made her beautiful, 

an innocence lost, 

a bleach blonde tangle, 

and a vicious lover from a doomed...

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to feel as if one has emerged from a cloud of dust each time they wake, has to mean a great deal. 

it's what's on your mind, as you duet with the girl on the other side of your headphones. 

it must feel like the brightening of the day, the singing of the earliest bird, the sweat after the fight.

at least this is what you think to yourself. 

for you it means to be able to run two steps ...

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the old woman in the upstairs window

the old woman’s cottage

out in the woods

on a small dirt road

was a mystical place

for the boy and his friends

they were told by

other boys that a

ghost lived with her

they got a glimpse

of her once when she

went to the well

to draw a bucket

she wore a long black dress

and white hair down...

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Mr Handbag

The cackling sound 

of old led

sat and placed us 

with a person

It echoed out his life

and coughed up

three CD’s

so we sat.

darkness and fingernails

ran out of the room

leaving only me 

with Mr Handbag

his corduroy sweatpants

leaked receipts

covered in syrup

or was it marmite?

my heart began to bleed

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we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.

cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.

suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.

while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.

while prayers were whispered,
...

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She wanted one more chance like Biggie.

As she grew up with no role modelz like Cole. 

Because she knew she could like Nas,

Go and chase her dreams like Meek Mill. 

Whilst trying to lay low like Snoop,

She stresses over her 99 problems like Jigga.

Because she’s fed up with the b******t like Big L,

But knows things will be all good like Lil Kim.

Whilst praying for ...

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A man who once lived in Macclesfield, this poem was written in May 2015

Some truths are hard to conceive

Beyond what I’m able to believe

The joy remembered as tears we cried

How is it 35 years since Ian Curtis died?

www.deanfrasercentral.com

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Anthem meaning an uplifting song identifying with a particular body or group or cause
Iv Googled the meaning of Anthem do i deserve a round of applause

To identify with me
A song must simply be

indeed with life experienced flaws
Performed by magical beings of course

Must contain variety
Mass Expression of empathy
Soft and delicate symphony
Guided through eternity
With a dash of his...

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Don't ever let anyone convince you 
to not share your soul songs. 

The weaponized words 
they hurl towards you, 
are formed from 
their own insecurities. 

You get one shot, 
in this time and space, 
accompanied by 
crabs in a bucket, 
and a host of other cliches,
determined to control 
your creative mind. 

Give in to dark energy,
and you become it. 

Rise above it. 

By sha...

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In films
they always have music
for all their moments.
I've wished I could.

If I had
my own song playing,
my own vibrant tune 
to live by,
I could dance
through life.

In films
you always know
the dramatic moments;
programs us to think
our own lives are empty,
or that we cannot dance
without a tune.

When the truth is
that we are full
with the power to create;
our own rhyth...

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I have been posting poems during lockdown based on the concept taken from a much earlier poem called 'Cycle Of The Scarecrow' a fantasy piece which tells the tale of a scarecrow who is brought back to life by a witch and walks the fields of Albion. It is a reflection on the changing seasons and of growing old - and the premise of 'what if I had my time again?
It was released today as a digital do...

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Dear Lord, please find me 

somebody to love.  

God replied, no, 

not just one love. 

I give you an ocean 

of eternal love 

found only in faith, 

poetry and music. 

From this special place, 

you will find love 

like you have never known,

from kindred spirits

around the world, 

transcending 

space and time, 

to give you a glimpse 

of the divine. 

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This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

floating on the blues

maybe its a d...

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Kiss me
  in the strawberry fields 
  of your mind.

Kiss me
  in rhythm 
  and rhyme.

Kiss me 
  until darkness 
  becomes sunshine.

Kiss me
  from pain
  to pleasure divine.

Kiss me
  through sands 
  of time.

Kiss me
  beyond death
  to life sublime. 

https://youtu.be/JtsP8PEjdps

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eager crickets sing in chorus

at the top of their lungs 

gusts rustle leaflets

in the string section of dwarf palms

nervous gnat raises his falsetto 

as high as he can

dragonfly’s baritone buzz

upstages her wingspan 

pileated woodpecker plays his pine 

keeping on the beat

tufted titmouse takes her tenor solo

melodic and neat

wi...

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“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” ~ Leonard Cohen 

Halloween frightens my inner child

who is afraid of masked men,

being alone in the dark,

daggers to the heart,

a body aging too soon,

eternal suffering... 

but the hollow night

gives way to a full moon rising

and a million stars to wish upon,

ushered by angels beaming light

throug...

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There is so much more to this.

The music does not make song

but the foetal space

amongst famous walls

filled with such au fait grief

and there a beast floats

to see the fear fleeting

on their new found face

in some unfailing destiny,

there she silently screams,

a flame away

God so violently benign

in his passive spirit-

He forges her-

to breath truly ...

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I remember getting lost in the lyrics when I was a young girl. I would stop and start my record or cassette a hundred times while I wrote down every word so I could sing along to the song. 

Lyrics was my escape when I had no place to go.

I learned lyrics, meter, and rhyme, from the best poetry teachers of my time... 

Stevie Wonder, Stevie Nicks, Tina Turner, James Taylor,  Bob Seger, Barb...

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To Sir with Love

Said the Letter in my tray

It wasn’t for me

It was an Ode to Billie Joe,

I turned and left the building

On a dark and windy night

I wandered, lost and alone,

I saw a church full of people

I knelt at the back

And told God, I am a believer

I threw of the chains of sadness

I felt a spirit inside

Lighting my fire, with love and desire

I said some...

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Flow with me,
past stormy seas of isolation, 
fear, dis-ease... to an
island of peace and harmony. 

https://youtu.be/lbjZPFBD6JU

Flow with the Eagles,
past winds of regret, mistakes, 
shame... to the mountaintop of
freedom. 

https://youtu.be/jbYXdT2Yceg

Flow with the lyrical Doctor,
past pain, loneliness, despair... 
to healing waterfalls where wishes
come true. 

https://yo...

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There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson)

In a room,

a child not yet a teen,

sits full of good vibrations.

The vinyl stolen from parents

crackles with life,

static and promises of a long summer for all.

Surfboards, so alien to this coast of estuary and mudflats,

yet the glow of California dreams and girls perforates his reality.

Do i...

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Instead of inhaling 

doom and gloom, 

let’s take a walk

in the woods, 

play hide and seek 

among willow trees,

Feel the sun rejuvenate our soul, 

Become one with dirt and rain, 

bathe in the healing fluid from mother nature’s veins, 

petrichor,

just what the doctor ordered. 

https://youtu.be/8DDHulO485k

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I love being surrounded 

by books, music and poetry. 

Each one comforts me, 

provides a healthy escape

from too much reality, 

an alternate destiny,

full of adventure, passion,

rhythm and rhyme.

I will choose books,

music and poetry 

over life’s drama

every time! 

https://youtu.be/_yv7lRMWDlU

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We interrupt our program 
to bring this important 
message...

Amid the chaos and confusion,
be on the lookout for a  
a mambo moment, 

where you suddenly break 
into song and dance, 
forget your cares, 
live in the moment, 
feel the rhythm of life. 

A mambo moment often appears 
out of nowhere, at the most 
unexpected time.

Those around may think
you lost your mind,
but the...

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I wish for a soulful voice,

a proud father,

reconciled love. 

In absence of these things, 

I do not despair, 

because I have the music,

that makes my unfulfilled wishes,

beautiful dreams. 

https://youtu.be/7CXywFTR1gM

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Smiles, flowers, rainbows.

Dried tears. 

Your ghost is here,

alleviating fears. 

A good day, 

crushing brimstone, 

in this wild, 

parallel life. 

https://youtu.be/m2OFxeg4spU

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Profound sadness 

clouds my view 

at a quarter til two. 

I don’t understand why 

my muse avoids me like the flu, 

when a simple poem or song will do. 

Wise words to help me understand

why true love passed me by

in this lifetime.

Why wrong choices,

that felt right at the time,

left me alone in this abyss

where my better self

silently bears witness

to my shr...

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Your words are a

breath of fresh air.

It warms my heart

to see you at the

pantheon of passion,

creating a lyrical legacy,

writing love letters

across the sky,

of a beautiful dream. 

https://youtu.be/yCx8H_4E4H0

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Let’s slip away

to the Blues Cafe, 

that secret place, 

in the smoky dive, 

of your mind, 

where steel strings 

scratch your spine 

like manicured fingernails,

after midnight. 

https://youtu.be/kdLz-Rr3Eho

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