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From Anderson to Zest

30 Monday Jun 2014

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In Memoriam

 

A Lexicon of JSA- for his birthday

 

A       The Andrew Scholar of Canterbury Quad

B       The Castellan of Blackroot

C       The Colonel of Cadets

D       The Denizen of D2

E        A Fully Paid Up Member of The British Empire

F        Fingers in Pies (Lots of)

G       Little Green Books (Essential Reading Matter)

H       The History Man who married his History Woman

I        The Inspiration of our Enthusiasms

J        The Jovial Master of Connections

K       The Keeper of the Archives

L        The Lichfield Street Archaeologist

M       The Governor of Mayfield

N       Naseby’s New Model Neighbour in the Saab

O       The Catalyst of Equal Opportunity

P       The President of Pipes

Q       The Distiller of News from all Quarters

R       The Clubbable Rotarian

S        The Commissioner of Scouts

T       The Merchant Taylorian

U       The Unsurpassed of Self Deviating Narratives

V       The Vade-Mecum of Marian Life

W       The Walsall Observer

X       The Defining Standard for EXtra Mural Activities

Y       The Serial Yomper of Cader Idris

Z       The Very Zest of Men

For Ceders

26 Thursday Jun 2014

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In Memoriam, Loss

If kind thoughts were currency, you would indeed be rich, old friend,

But all that tax would piss you off big time, we both know.

If saucy, earthy thoughts were subject to capital gains, you would be clobbered,

But you wouldn’t care: you would pay and willingly.

The ordinary, instinctive pleasures of life were more than sufficient for your big heart;

The thanks and smiles of friends; the gossip and the comedy of people getting up themselves.

 

But, stay friend, before you go, did I tell you what you meant to me?

That rarest gem of a loving father, a devoted mate and faithful friend who could drive surprisingly fast when the pressure was on and the flight was closing,

A one man charity service with an ever full Passat of needy people or stuff for needy people,

A proper gentleman in his posh overcoat against the cold on late night pick- ups,

A brilliant raconteur with a wicked turn of phrase and an eye for the humanity’s funny side,

That sympathetic attitude which made your famous undercover work and promotion a little tricky,

The world’s best dog walker and putter- up of shelves for the hopelessly inept like me.

 

Dearest Ceders, you would hate all this fuss, but this is one party you can’t escape, I’m afraid,

Today you are our shining, brilliant Celtic star, and we your loving support cast are basking in your light.

Just this once, my friend, you must take your bow…………………..

 

Songs: ‘Ever a good, gentle Sovereign Lord’

17 Tuesday Jun 2014

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Anne Boleyn, Songs

 

I dreamed of kings and queens

When I was young,

The laughter and the music of the court,

I knew that love and crowns

One day I’d have, and be

The subject of the poet’s thoughts

 

I came to court, his grace

Soon courted me

With promises, which his grace could not afford

He pledged to me

His love I’d have and be

The favourite fool of my good lord

 

The crown I wear I won

By guile; but now

The victim of royal love withdrawn

I know our love

Tomorrow has to be

Murdered where it was born.Image

For Graham, Elaine, Helly and Me

10 Tuesday Jun 2014

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Business poetry

The early years were easy years of growth:

The energy of childhood’s spurt and spring;

Inventing new traditions like flasks and flowers

And finding fertile joy in everything.

The middle game seemed far more sweat than swot,

With sacrifice of threatened piece and peace,

The darkest night of Enterprise’s time,

All progress checked and pinned with no release.

And so the final reel, the transaction scene

Where money changes hands and with it lives,

All the bitter twisted limbo feeling

Of leaving, but not leaving still survives.

 

You found, you build, you inspire and grow,

But selling out costs more than you can know

 

Poems of Place: An evening in the Wirral

29 Thursday May 2014

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Jo Malone, Poems of Place

A drive of affluent gravel

Off a side road in Old Cheshire.

Evening: the sky trifled blue and grey.

The house, milk pebble-dashed and happy;

The smile, welcoming attentive.

Through a postern door we walk

Past a squad of trainers on parade and other sporting kit,

Past the bathroom (with Jo Malone in residence)

To the terrace and its un-manicured and lived on stones.

I contemplate the birdsong, and the ghosts of jets

Note the swimming pool’s ectoplasmic jelly

And beyond, the trees of darker greens and one of purple,

The colour of Malbec , the house-red

I sip in mindfulness.

Poems of Place: A Sunset at Warminster

18 Sunday May 2014

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Poems of Place

 

 

The clouds became oppressive slate,

As the sun retreated beyond our view

In one fighting blaze.

Far off in the coll, the garrison lights

Lay scattered like jewels.

Our silence was broken as the long grass

Danced and the trees shuffled in the breeze

And all around us the voices of shadows,

The tenants of this land, the soldiers.

 

Warminster, July 1979

 

Pavane in D Minor

13 Tuesday May 2014

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In Memoriam

 

For Andy and for all who loved him and his music.

It’s just like when someone

Leaves the party before you,

And bereft you stand, the words

You’ve always wanted to say,

Rehearsed but still enveloped,

Inside your head.

 

Or when that friend who joined

Your trip to manhood, and you

Choose diverging roads,

And as he leaves, you hear

That minor third, and fear

What-if you’ll lose sight

Across the miles or years

of forever?

 

But more for me it’s like

A loop that never ends,

Of Paradise Lost and Found but Lost again

As he who made your words soar

And touch the sweet spot of tragic happiness

Has left us,

Has left us,

Has left us with that music.

 

Poems of Place: Molineux

06 Tuesday May 2014

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Poems of Place, Wolves

The clapping, tapping

Recitatives and zoots sound

Above the velour green chequerboard,

Full canopied by old gold and black.

This is a data-shed of shared memory

Of growing up

Or growing old,

Of breaking up or making up,

Of victory or defeat,

Of almost and nearly,

The boot and leather,

The nylon whoosh of air

The whistle and a roar,

A growing roar,

A crumpled roar,

A triumphant roar!

Champions now,

The hi-res jackets file out to witness the South Bank

And its noisy communion of sweet reward.

Replenished and recharged now,

The golden core glows bright once more.

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Why The Music Sounds

01 Thursday May 2014

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The complex rhythm of life plays hard

And disappoints as much as it beguiles,

Or brings a sadness and only fleeting happiness to those

Who trip its accidentals.

But sometimes that music,

Streamed from gifted heads,

Captured and then scored

Has the magic to transform

Even bleakest moments,

To reverse the curse of time

And in its sweet progressions

Bring triumph over pain.

 

For we, in whom the sadness now abounds,

Well understand just why the music sounds.

 

Poems of Place: Aix

30 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Poems of Place

Is Aix en Provence

Worth more than a glance?

Is effortless taste

Just cute cut and paste?

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