On the day when it mattered

They weren't going to be sold a pup;

The Champions' double was shattered -

Arsenal were up for the Cup!


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It's said God made Man in his image

And if you believe that, isn't it odd

That these murderers calling on Allah

Are actually bombing God?


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I dare to dream my favourite dream

And I see my Holy Grail

Whenever I pass the sight of a sign

That says "Woodlands for Sale".


By a West Country road or Scottish loch

It offers a personal heaven,

A refuge from a tiresome world

In the highlands or dappled Devon.


I drive on by yet always look back

As the green hued mansions pass,

Their secret pathways tempting...

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Another bit of inspiration following a pre-waking dream that brought me a tune and the song title.

A completed CD song demo followed!


I was sitting alone long after you'd gone

Wondering how love had gone wrong

When in my mind your face I'd find

And with it the words for this song


That night before Christmas

All on my...

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A bank holiday at the start of May,

Another at the end.

So many motoring snarl ups

Drive me round the bend!


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There's a presumptious impertinence I look on as theft:

The acquisition of "liberal" by those on the left.

How often it irks when they're used together,

With no mind to give any thought as to whether

It might well be the case that "liberal" might

Be perfectly suited to those on the right!



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Assad breathed

And with each breath

He sent a breeze of breathless death.





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In the years following World War Two

Films fought it again for me and you,

And in their battles they employed

Two famous names in celluloid.

Enthralled, we watched and cheered on

The daring deeds of Jack and John,

Exciting us with their wartime thrills,

We acclaimed Jack Hawkins and John Mills.

They fought the good fight on land and sea,

And in the air - occasionally.


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I remember Croydon - on the way heading out of town;

What did it ever do to make morons want to burn it down?

I remember Croydon - suburban in each drawn breath;

What did it ever do to become a stage for death?

I remember Croydon - a place to be passing through;

What did it ever do to change from the place I knew?

I remember Croydon - far removed from airs and graces;

What did...

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Least said...soonest mended

Does not appeal to the easily offended.

They look around eagerly, seeking to get

On the unctuous side of being upset.


They trot out the "isms", (their bible in life),

Ever pious of pose, they'll disguise the knife

Of righteous riposte till the time is thought right

To drive home the blade in sanctimonious delight!.


They are found all ar...

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I was idly contemplating the passing of Martin McGuinness when it came to me how much his

existence resembled the famous Dublin drink that his own name so nearly replicates.

In his life's glass was poured the black swirling mixture of the horror of the bombings and

shootings that butchered and brutalised so many lives; of the terror at the knock at the door,

the bundled body into a car...

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TAKE ME BACK TO ROCKN'ROLL - a re-post for a reason

Take me back to Rockn'Roll

To that music of my soul...

To the music that was ours

When we were young.


It hasn't left me yet,

Gee - how could I forget

Any rockin' song

Played or sung!


With Chuck and Jerry Lee,

That's the beat for me

And I know it's true

That you want it too.


With Fats on Blueberry Hill

He sure knew how to thrill,

Like Buddy a...

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ONCE UPON A TIME = something from the past!

Once upon a time

We had that magic thing called love;

It shone into our lives

Just like the stars above.

And with the stars came heaven too,

But storytellers know -

Once upon a time was long ago.


Once upon a time

Love was "Happy Ever After",

In a word: Eternity,

Filled with joy and laughter.

Love was always - Love was true,

But little children know -


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Back in the day, this team held sway and Highbury Stadium saw them play

And we'd watch the magic on display on each "at home" Saturday.

Hard playing, supreme in grace and pace, that Praetorian Guard of players

Were legends of their time and place, confounding all naysayers.

Today, pale shadows of that past, contemporary players fade far too fast;

The English core has since been cast...

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It is reported that the new live Disney version of "Beauty and The Beast" is boycotted by

"Christian" elements in the South of the USA because it features a gay character as the best

friend of the male lead character.  The selective choice of reasons for religious objections are a

matter of interest because I recall from my own brush with religious instruction that one of JC's


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Today marks the official first day of Spring,

(The Met. folk like a three-month thing).

March, April and May light the way ahead

To when Summer keeps us out of bed.

But when June, July and August are done,

And we say goodbye to their seasonal sun,

September, October and November

Soon fall due - with Autumn's stuttering ember

To lead us to wan Winter's chill

When December...

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In Thiepval's rows in line abreast

Subaltern Venner lies at rest,

With those with whom he died in war,

Sacrificed - aged twenty four.


Not for him whispered words of love,

Instead, it's hoped he dwells above

With his pals, the angels among,

In timeless kinship ever young.


Today, of mind, he comes to mine,

My uncle - Ernest Valentine.


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A young man armed himself with a knife and attacked without warning a number of people, one of whom

- an American lady due to fly home the foillowing day - died as a result.  Following defence claims of

his mental condition - allegedly suffering a psychotic condition affecting his actions, the CPS

proceeded on a charge of manslaughter, plus the wounding of the other victims.

The CPS sp...

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The world and its dog seem determined to dump

All the guilt in their world on President Trump.

Yet it was the saintly Obama - looking back -

Who placed SIX month exclusions on folk from Iraq.


And the list of proscribed lands he handed on

Has been taken up by the much maligned Don.

Whose position as president duly elected

Entitles him and his office to be respected.



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I don't recall meeting my father

Except in a photograph;

I was barely four years old

In this family epitaph.


My mother, sisters and brother

Are stood and sat around,

While my father gazes at me

From a chair close to the ground.


Already gaunt and painfully thin,

I wonder about his fear

That TB would see that rictus grin

Gone within the year...



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The tune and title came out of a dream, obliging me to get up and put them on tape or risk

going back to sleep and forgetting.  The completed lyric followed within the next hour or so.

LOOK AT ME (C)2016


Look at me happy

Look at me sad

Look at me laughing

Look at me mad


Look at me watching

Whenever we part

And you'll find me waiting

Right there in your hea...

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It was dispiriting indeed to read of the physical and verbal intimidation in Birmingham City Centre

that forced a group of Morris Dancers in traditional garb and black-face make-up to abandon their

performance.  Even more so, to read that the Shrewsbury Folk Festival seems to encourage this

ignorant behaviour by its decision to refuse to book such acts at the said Festival for 2017.


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With a new year now in force

No future found in false remorse

For what has been and gone before

Let us smile and shut the door.


With resolutions based in hope

And our ability to cope

No more "for crying out loud" cringing

At self-serving self-pity and why me? whingeing.


Instead, face up and vow to fight it -

Whatever's wrong, let's get on and right it,

Or at...

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