That test card girl

Now I am showing my age, I remember being fascinated and mesmerised by the girl who sat in the same position all day long, on the BBC before the days of back to back tv and untold amount of channels.  I wonder what happened to her?  well I don't really, she wasn't that talented, never said anything, never moved.  I could have done that, but somehow they never asked me......


posted fb 23.10.13

#257 That little girl

there used to be a girl

who would never move

she would sit with a blackboard

we thought her kind of rude

we would switch on at all different times

convinced she would say something

or at least come up with a rhyme

now there is a man on the tv through the night

he looks like virgil

who I secretly loved

he looks so perfect

as he spins his wheel

he speaks about different numbers

as if he no longer feels

how far we have come

or maybe we have not

maybe we are going back

or maybe we have stopped

now we switch our tv on for that little girl

she has been replace by a man giving a wheel a twirl

I could write about my mother every day

My mother was a hard working, dignified happy woman.  Who I miss and cherish all my memories dearly.  If you knew her met her consider yourself truly blessed...

posted fb 23/10/13

#258 My Mother’s Grace

My mother was misunderstood

always busying herself

working hard at doing good

early mornings long days

at the end a silent pray

thanking the lord for all she had

however small she was glad

always grateful for his grace

a peaceful soul amongst this rat race

past a long time now

memories I hold onto every day

smile comes to my face

when I remember your ways

how you kept a smile on your face

in this cold bitter place

Letter to the British Museum and the Tower of London

Another poem that runs around in my head.  this has to be performed with a strong Caribbean accent.

posted fb 21/10/13

#256 Give Mi Back My Tings

Give mi back my tings

give mi back my tings

is long long long you have my tings

so give me back my tings

you took them so long ago

you thought I forgot

what you think I don’t know?

give mi back my tings

give mi back my tings

you have taken so much

rubbished it and mocked it

so give mi back my tings

you really have no use for it

you don’t know what half deese tings is

so give mi back my tings

give mi back my tings

I have traveled so far

now I want my tings

I represent my people

the ones who are too feeble

the ones who just don’t care

one day they will thank me

for the challenge I put here

give mi back my tings

give mi back my tings

not leaving till I have my peoples tings!

mi nah leff here till I have mi people tings!

Lady Sings the Blues

Billy Holiday wasn't just singing the blues, she was the blues, it was her whole life


posted 20/10/13

#254 Lady sings the blues

Billy Holiday lived during the depression

when racism was rife

you could walk out of an evening

not come home with your life

she sang of hope

she sang songs of love

in that haunting melodic voice

this wasn’t her decision

she really had no choice

today we have singers

mimicking her tone

what they don’t realise

it wasn’t just a career

this was what secured her home

the difference from living on the streets

having nothing to eat

or singing for your life

she had a hard life

she knew trouble

she experienced strife

so when you listen to her songs

listen to the words

for in every song

there is that desperate little girl

Get the professionals in

sometimes only a plumber will do

posted 19/10/13

#253 A Professional for the job

every once in a while

you would need a plumber

when you have a block

or maybe a leak

you will resent paying him

as you feel you can do it yourself

why or why do we think it is so easy

to deal with water

if it was electricity

you wouldn’t enter that game

a leak a blockage

and suddenly you don your rubber gloves

show your plumbing a bit of love

and call the professionals in

for they know what they are doing

you may think it just takes a jiggle

or maybe a little more force of cause

really you are out of your depth

af a flood or the chance of getting wet

is really not an option here

so taps toilets, baths and sinks

do not be scared I will get a professional in

Sometimes Lies are Necessary

When are lies Necessary?

posted fb 11/10/13

#248 Necessary Lies

So many lies

for one so young

to protect

a tragedy

to keep her safe

hoping she never finds out

keeping up appearances

preventing any interferences

from wherever and whenever

then one day deciding

enough was enough

everything out in the open

everything not as it seems

how could they do this to a young teen

yet she survived

and she strived

to bring forth life

be a wonderful Mother and a wife

oh what a wonderful life

sometimes there are necessary lies

random just kept coming to me

I love this poem , it just kept nagging me to be written.

posted fb 08/10/13

#245 Not so Random

random................ words.........

on a .................page

............scattered...................

falling..................tumbling........

one..........after.........the ..................

other............then..............connecting.....

to ............form............thoughts.......

that are.....................not random..........

that.........will...........one day............be

the............rage..........of ...........our ..........time

..............of ..................yesterday............yet............today

......they...........continue..............on...........almost effortlessly......

yet...........still......they..........keep............on...........until...

they............stop..................

for now..............