Ode to Sylvie’s Ears
A radio presenter role is not all joy
In fact it can be laced with fears,
With also discomfort in the heat
And headphones causing sweaty ears.
Now obviously that’s not too pleasant
As we all know that sweat leasks,
But Sylvie carries on professionally
Hiding all traumas as she speaks.
Of course there are other difficulties
Which may interupt your goals,
Like having a crazy poet on air
To start you talking about toilet rolls.
But again you cheered the airways
With your pleasant humour and style,
That allows you personal pleasure too
Playing country music for a while.
But sweaty ears and crazy poets
Don’t happen every day or week,
So listen to Sylvie on Radio Sussex
But that tuning dial don’t tweak.
For she will see if you have gone
Or who is listening to her show.
Ensuring it’s all a fun filled time,
With sweaty ear bits we won’t know.
I have to say again that i wrote it very quickly and lol I don’t see it as my crowning glory really, AND strangely my other two “Fame” poems printed recently in The Daily Mirror were also “Bubblegum Poems”, BUT as they got not only me, but also the excellent charity Help for Heroes I support, massive promotion and recognition, I will certainly take it, again and again, whilst actually Sylvie has already asked me when I was on air to guest again with her, I am very happy and as title, still a radio star.
Add to that, continued compliments and mentions by the excellent and all generally Super, Lynn Parsons on National Radio Magic F M, “The Bears and I” are VERY happy. ???
On a much sadder note, we have just had the 3rd anniversary of the cowardly Manchester Arena bombings, with so many young victims that i will put up again my poem of utter disgust and contempt for the maggots who caused the explosions….
Questions of Innocence
Why did you have to kill me
At my young and tender years?
Maiming and killing others too
Replacing laughter with their tears.
Why did you have to kill me?
You didn’t even know my name,
And why murder all the others
Whose religion is just the same
As what you now claim yours is,
Or is it really more a love of war?
That spreads blood and slaughter
But only makes you scream for more.
So religions now all stand together
Different creeds you want to separate,
Some with backgrounds just like yours
United now with the ones you hate,
Brought together in huge revulsion
At your sick, barbaric act,
That will only work against you
With more unity, that’s a fact.
But why did you have to kill me
And not give me any chance?
As you blew yourself up beside me
Without the slightest second glance.
Do you think that you’ll find peace
In any life after your bomb burst?
Because wherever you do land
Your soul is forever cursed.
Just one of my little attempts to try and make the world aware of bombs and their gutless users, here is my award winning and nationally published poem by Forward Poetry, simply called “BOMB”. Hold on…..?
An exploding bomb is a blast of energy
With massive reaction to chemical release.
It is stunning as well as shocking
Replacing a hell on earth from peace!
Giving indiscrimination of violent power
A bomb spews both impact and heat,
With splintering eruption and shock
Making varied traumas hard to treat.
Shock will shatter across a body
And damage the internal organs too.
Causing cuts, infection and major burns,
Ensuring nearby survivors are very few!
Bodies ripped open by metal explosion
As projected fragments kill and maim,
Mental scars that may never heal
Should a shattered body look the same.
Thus we know the awesome power now
Of violence from an exploding bomb,
Made worse in confined spaces
Where living people love to throng.
Now please try hard to explain to me
The workings of an individual who,
Can callously leave such a device
Knowing the mass slaughter it will do!
Yes, well very heavy stuff, but as a “Shout it Out” poet that people have kindly said is one of my defining styles, qualities and differences, I will continue as such.
HOWEVER, quickly lifting the mood with some jokes and a bit or romance,,,,, ?❤️❤️
1) I desperately want to go to the next RNLI party …… Man they really know how to push the boat out!
2) I love my step ladder as never really knew my real ladder.
3) Two big pillows fell deeply in love but just couldn’t find anywhere to settle down?
4) I think that all this Social Distancing is like a “Get Out of Jail Free” card to people with B O….
Quick thanks to Christine A for help “juggling” the Blog title….?
Two further bits of news =
A) Apparently on September 4th The Eastbourne Herald is covering all about my latest multi 5 star Reviewed “Bumper Milestone” book “Poetic Seeds to Fruition” and my support of Help for Heroes (with their Logo on the back cover),SO for your copy (ONLY £9.99 or haggle with ma lol) please contact me on here, email@example.com .. OR 07967 355236……. C’MON, don’t be shy….
B) Check out on T S N .. or “thesussexnewspaperonline” my latest article called “Hello Sussex” but lots about me too and a bit of a celebration as I have now been writing my monthly article with poems for 5 years now……. Must be due a pay out Kizzi? lol
I should mention that for the last six, and this coming Sunday, I have had a stall at Pevensey Castle Market Square Open Market, where the weather has been a bit of a “pest”, drowning us twice, hence poor Beth who copped most, blowing us nearly away twice, baking us and normal just once…. lucky it’s summertime…
Well this Blog has “veered” a bit from concept, but hopefully amusing, (let me know Henry the First) and to finish as promised on a “Aaaaaaaaaw note” from some of the (necessary) blood and thunder….
A wonderful symphony of music
Is such a great joy to behold,
As it happily reminds me of ladies
That I’ve been privileged to hold.
Because intense love with another
And beautiful music can combine,
To ecstatic heights and feelings
Which will be yours and mine.
For we can explore personal zones
Just like our own duets of pleasure,
That also makes our bodies sing
With momentous times to treasure.
So enjoy those intimate sensations
Of seismic feelings of throbbing joy,
For I can now be any hero you want
While you’re my lovely Helen of Troy,
Although our strong feelings of love
Will certainly not start another war,
But can cause earthquake vibrations
That will make both our hearts soar.
For any love is like a great musical
With its moving highs and lows,
But be certain my wonderful angel
I will ensure our love never goes,
From us or even fades a little
And always ends with a crescendo,
To strum solo rhythms and rifts
Making deep joy all we know.
Now just lay back and fully enjoy
Our own symphonies of love,
With arias and sweet movements
That make us fly to heaven above.
Some great love there then, and a reminder that love always endures over murdering scum that pollute our world…
Photos, lol you sort them = Radio, (lol yeah), Market Stall, Wet Beth (sob, sob), Me & Books, Bears reading, and Hello Sussex for T S N article & “Back to the start” and Radio Fame, Radio Sussex…
Love, thanks, and a “Stay Safe and Well” message from myself and The Bears, as The Journey Continues (lol) BROADCASTINGLY……..