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.
Tuesday 14th February 2017 7:35 pm
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...
Monday 6th February 2017 10:14 pm
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.
Tuesday 31st January 2017 5:39 pm
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...
Wednesday 25th January 2017 4:04 am
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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...
Sunday 15th January 2017 6:17 pm
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.
Thursday 12th January 2017 6:37 pm
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,
Monday 2nd January 2017 6:13 pm