Poetry Blogs (2016, music)
There’s a quiver of violins,
and a flute floats high above
the bow draws gently over
the frailties of love
A romantic interlude
the dark requiem mass
such symphony imbibe’s
all that comes to pass
Music can lament
loves loss and memory
with every moment spent
to be carried in a key
Monday 7th November 2016 7:31 am
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
The night blossoms
as Charlemagne reaches
through the speakers
of the dusty Crosley cruiser.
Guitars rattle the shutters
of turmoil ridden hearts
and release the inner song.
The vinyl spins.
and burn as Catfish
and bottle men
cackle and dance
around the fire in our souls.
They pacify our wandering minds
and late night strolls.
In the cold,...
Sunday 14th August 2016 5:51 pm
I heard you voice sing,
“There’s a time and season for you,”
As the keys of the piano cried
With every note you sang.
A queen with no need of a king
Ruling her kingdom
With sweet instrumental tones and lyrics
Bring your people together as one.
You told your people
To spread their arms and spin around
Lift their head to the heavens and not the ground
To feel free and happy.
Your music i...
Sunday 10th July 2016 5:59 pm
A small flock of unidentified birds
flies into the skeleton trees
What magic is this?
Smoke from the boiler-house chimney,
at the mercy of the fickle wind,
blows this way and that, confused
unstopping, white, following the music
of Mozart's violins: moving, then still
- a crescendo starts to build -
- falls away to keen -
- a lull -
Saturday 4th June 2016 1:02 pm
When I hear this music
I think of you
Crashing through my senses
Like a thunderstorm
Painting colours inside my eyes
I do not know you
I do not know myself
Things are changing
Beyond my control.
When it was simple
The melody was soothing
But the two parts now encountered
Absorb each other
The quickening of my pulse
Takes me by surprise .......
Is it thoughts...
Wednesday 23rd March 2016 9:04 am
3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.
The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...
Monday 29th February 2016 4:59 pm
Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.
Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!
Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm
Ice cream van
Fizzing light switch
Kamikaze war plane
Reverb, wah wah
Hot needles singe
Can you hea...
Monday 1st February 2016 8:58 am
Here is old poem idea I've had for ages about favourite album titles and the feelings that the music of each inspired in me at the time. My old vinyl records - nostalgia. You've got to guess the artists. It's not laid out in a poem style fro a reason, and that's becasue a design friend of mine some years ago formatted (God knows how) into a circular text shaped as an LP. It just needed a lable...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:55 pm