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Sep 12 · 56
Steve Sep 12
Is it in God we trust
Or are we stardust?

The answer my friend…
Aug 23 · 173
The Gate To Hell
Steve Aug 23
Demon’s lust for blood
Bathed in Dragon’s fire
Pixie’s dance in the forgotten wood
And Witches build a pyre

The Mermaid’s bubble laugh
A Unicorn’s fair grace
Werewolves wait along the path
And Vampire’s leave no trace

The Wizard’s wanton spell
In a Fairy ball of mist
A Goblin’s lair - at the gate to hell
That Angel’s can’t resist.
Jul 2 · 284
Forty Odd Years
Steve Jul 2
Pristine, sixteen and kean as the wind
She was twinned with a storm
The day she was born
And since I met her
Forty odd years have passed
Mostly for better, never for worse
Some things are built to last
And even after all the years
I can still hear her footsteps
Coming up those concrete stairs.
If I close my eyes, it’s like yesterday
Delivering the milk in the student block
Clink clanking away
I could set my clock.
She was from Camp Road on the Mayfield estate
Her dad’s yellow Datsun
Driving through the Abbey’s gate
To pick her up and take her home
“When do we meet him?”
She said he’d moan
“Like a rabbit in the headlight”
She said he said
As I shuffled away and headed for bed
Pernod and black on my wardrobe shelf
You’d let yourself in and help yourself
So self assured for one so young
I can still taste that Pernod on your tongue.
We just knew that we liked each other
Something inside told us that
From sweet innocence to a natural born mother
And you always looked good in a hat
Do you remember that first day
You came into my room?
It was the end of term
And you were the new broom!
How many times
Did you clean my window that day?
And we talked and we laughed
As we thought of things to say.
I couldn’t wait till September ended
And the college reopened
And our separation was suspended
Then I had to ask Beatie where you were
I still feel that little chill of despair
“She’s away tae Spain son”
“She’ll no be back till next week”
Oh how I breathed that sigh of relief
And counted the days till then
When I’d see you smiling again
And when you arrived, you wore the crown
Sparking eyes, electric skin
Golden brown, oh, where to begin?
I could only dream
Of wedding bells and perfume smells
Like the cat who got the cream.

Time and a word, that was right for me
Yes the moment that we knew
That what would be would always be.

Forty odd years, where did it go?
Imagine if we’d never met?
In a world I wouldn’t want to know
Heaven forbid.
But thank the fates that we did.
People and places all those old faces
Remember Rab and Ray, back in the day
Gorgeous guys, fun and wise
And Elaine and Jack, they had your back
Gorgeous gals, the best of pals
Then there was The Sun Inn
And The Bottom Shop
And the Justinlees
Where we drank a drop
- and shot the breeze.
Those were the days in so many ways
A world away
But doesn’t it seem just like yesterday?

The Cast:

Mr Reid, Gudreon and Anna
Mr Mitchel, Mr Mair
Mrs Hyde, Mrs Rowbottom
Ian MacDougal, Brian Baxter
Ron and Carol Iphofen
Dr Mary Ross, her mum and her dog
Paul Cockcroft and Dave Turner RIP
Alan Ducklin
Big John The Gardener, Both Dereks
Jimmy and Anne Deans
Lilies, Annie Gilmour, Shiela Stuart
Betty, Irene, Cathy and Dawn
Nessie, Agnes, Beaty,
Peggy, May and Lynne
And all my fellow students, where would I begin?
For the occasion of my 40th wedding anniversary
Steve Mar 12
(Spoken affectionately)
I see the ink’s run dry
But the words piled high
Search for a page

I remember her then
Not now and again
But always

Ma’ shelter when it rains
The blood in ma’ veins

Wipin’ sleep from me eye
Straightenin’ me tie
Fussin’ about me

Your mother should know
Well where did she go?
Remembering her.
Feb 12 · 825
Steve Feb 12
The flowers pass in waves
Waving as they go
Colours fit to burst
Petals pure as snow

The serenade of spring
The love new life will bring
Blossom on the trees
Fragrance on the breeze

While flowers pass in waves
Waving like they know
Colours fit to burst
Petals pure on show

The cavalcade of spring
When pigeons coo and sing
Heart strings stretched out tight
Each day’s a new delight.

(Plucking in the night ;)
Feb 4 · 290
I Love You 😍
Steve Feb 4
Why do I say I love you
When you already know that I do?
Why do I need to say it out loud
When you already know that it’s true?

But it’s..

Funny, hearing those words, knowing, I like them more than you.


Sunny, that feeling I get, glowing, when you answer that you love me too.


I love you
And all of your many ways
And I’ll love you
Till the end of my needy wee days


What’s a poem for
If it doesn’t let me love you a little bit more
So while there’s words on this page
The thought cannot age.


I love you
In the bright focal light of the day
I love you
In the dark heady sleight of the night
I love you today
And in every way
Things that you do
Words that you say
Those looks that you give
The way that we live

I love you..
The fuller version..
Jan 29 · 100
The New Year
Steve Jan 29
Marking the moment
When 2023 was sent in from the cold
And 2022 bent to take the knee
The moment we all focus
On the year ahead
And wallow in our memories
Amongst the living and the dead
A time for hope
A time for prayer
A time to reaffirm existence
And welcome in another year.

Never got around to posting this one, but let’s hope 2023 can be half of what we’d like
Jan 29 · 203
502 Bad Gateway
Steve Jan 29
Can’t believe this is still a thing?
I almost gave up on the site because of it

Counts to 10, Deep breathes, tries again..
Jan 21 · 143
A Broken Car
Steve Jan 21
He was the owner of a broken car
When he hit it with an iron bar
Then as a demonstration of extreme ire
He took a knife and slashed the tyre

Onlookers couldn’t believe what they were seeing
As he cried out “I hate this ****** car with all of my being”
Then in a final act of retribution
Devoid of any final successful solution

He built a pyre and set that ******* car on fire.
A La John Cleese
Jan 21 · 446
Steve Jan 21
Why do I say I love you
When you already know that I do
Why do I need to say it out loud
When you already know that it’s true?
Jan 2 · 682
This Lonely Cloud
Steve Jan 2
Before the day rears it’s head
And the sky turns blue
Mist meets cloud
And smiles are few

Like drifting thoughts
Drenched in a morning dew
The day rolls on
And the clouds do too.

But there’s a hole in this cloud
Where the sun breaks through
This lonely cloud
Yearns for you.
Nov 2022 · 89
The Daily Walk
Steve Nov 2022
Painting thoughts inside my head
Picking pockets from the day ahead
I get lost in space
Thoughts caught on my daily walk
Strolling around my mind
How much of me - gets left behind?
How much will be left to find?
Looking through me to another time
Eyes that knew me, past their prime
Keeping fit, bit by bit
And thinking it all through
Where to go and what to do
Looking out for something new
Another story with a better end
A different outcome, a better blend.
But here’s the sting; if I could
I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Sep 2022 · 234
Married Men
Steve Sep 2022
Married men will often go
Off in the back of shiny black
Left on their own
With no reason to moan
Widows wonder which was the
Somebody said to me do you know why men go first? Because they want to!
Sep 2022 · 1.3k
The Queen
Steve Sep 2022
The Queen has passed away
No longer will she reign
Just another day but,
It will never be the same

The world without a queen
Thoughts shift as we all take stock
Everywhere she’s been
Solid, like a rock

Mayhap a relic of the past
Promoting privilege and class
But the dye was cast, for her
In slippers made of glass

She was the rhythm of our days
The anchor of our nights
Now we stand here in a haze
Bow our heads and dim the lights

We say good night and thanks, to
The bearer of the crown
The face upon our stamps
And we watch the sun go down.
Jul 2022 · 511
6th July 1957
Steve Jul 2022
The day that John met Paul
There was a summer fete in the old church hall
And it was fate that day that came to play
As the powers that be had their way
Two young boys would come of age
They’d rock the world from a golden stage
The fates combined would all agree
And Mary whispered Let It Be.
A memorable day.
Jul 2022 · 105
The Perfect Day
Steve Jul 2022
In the morning light, a shadow calls
I turn to her, still chasing waterfalls
Sunbeams beam in from the sky
Sunlight patterns catch her eye
The day begins soft and sweet
We go downstairs, it’s time to eat
Step outside, it’s still the same
The world moves on
With you or without you, that’s the game.
We walk along the sandy beach
Waves crash and splash our feet
But we’re feeling good and life’s a treat
Touch her hand, hearts beating fast
I close my eyes to make it last
The wind plays roughly roundabout
If you’re gonna speak you’ll need to shout
We drift along the sandy path
I turn to her and start to laugh
If it’s ever perfect it might be now
If it could be better, I don’t know how.
Home to change and music plays
Sparkling teeth and perfume sprays
Nighttime falls no need for shade
Head to town, you’ve got it made
Find a place we both agree
And sit inside, I brush her knee
And we eat and drink and laugh and talk
Then head for home and talk and walk
Near the end of a perfect day
We fall in bed and drift away
Share the heat, the dreaming’s sweet
The night ahead I yearn to meet.
Jun 2022 · 392
Time Is For Tides
Steve Jun 2022
Time is for tides
And boating lake rides
It’s for boiling your eggs
And the swimming pool regs.
Time is spent in detention
Or paying attention
Or sitting a test
Or having a rest
Time is for departing
Not for outsmarting
A pie shaped chart
With nothing to impart
A dish served cold
That chimes when your old
It scrawls lines on your face
And flutters the flag
At the end of the race
But the best of time
Is when it’s all mine
No pressure on the day
No programme to display
No seconds tick away
No words left to say
A smile paints my face
The sun warms my skin
My mind’s lost in space
My heart’s deep within
A Disney ride
With three kids in my care
Bristling with pride
The wind in my hair
And come the time
When I’m
Just a thought
Caught in your throat
That’s how to think of me
Because that’s where I’ll be.

If I still had hair.
Dec 2021 · 378
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Steve Dec 2021
Baa baa black sheep
Is it really fair
For anyone to judge you
By the colour of your hair

Baa baa black sheep
It really isn’t fair
To come upon this world
Inside the dragon’s lair

Baa baa black sheep
You didn’t have a choice
You’re deep down in the machinery
And it’s drowning out your voice.
A nursery tale.
Nov 2021 · 240
Steve Nov 2021
A spider weaves its trap
Spinning till it's dizzy
A leggy little chap
Not just the bees out beeing busy.
We learn our lessons well
Persevere or burn in hell
And when the wind is high
Snap, or learn to fly
The mother sees it all
The paths are laid to fall
Knowing where's the way
Listen and she'll say.
Remember we are only guests, I suppose
Sep 2021 · 150
The River Rushes By
Steve Sep 2021
I stand here waiting as the river rushes by
Contemplating while clouds drift in the sky
The engine idles, the traffic speeds on past
Frozen in the moment before life’s icy blast

The spring’s wound down
The battery’s gone flat
No money in the meter
Only dregs left in the vat

Those restless waters never question why
And there’s freedom in the clouds for those that learn to fly
Wisdom piles up on the shores of broken dreams
Empty promises dashed and lashed to smithereens

The river rushes by
White noise fills my ears
Clouds drift in the sky
I rue the passing years.
Sometimes there’s that feeling, things are passing you by.
Aug 2021 · 188
Thought Bubbles
Steve Aug 2021
I’ve been thinking all my life
To think I’m thinking still
It’s taken me all of this time
To sit and think
And now I think I always will

Darkness is in everything
It’s in the setting sun
Darkness is an opposite
A beginning
For when the day is done.

I’ve been thinking all about this
I think I’ve thought it out
Once it’s thought
Then it’s there
Of that there is no doubt

Eternity’s a lover
A friend who comes to stay
Eternity’s a place to go
To persist
And fix the break of day

You’d think a thought was prisoner
A captive of the mind
But it seems it’s fluid  
And insatiable
Though often hard to find

I’ve been thinking this all over
Mulling it about
Thinking this in buckets
On beaches
Kicking it about

One day thought bubbles
Will burst inside the sky
Torn on clouds of negativity
When thoughts are nil
And our thinking has run dry.
Something to think about :)
Aug 2021 · 683
The Days Roll By
Steve Aug 2021
The days roll by one by one
No sooner here than they're gone
Propelled it seems by an invisible force
Flashing by like a riderless horse.

Never lost nor out the sun
Never here but never gone
Never washed nor spun around
Never lifted off the ground

The days roll by like clouds in the sky
Slaves to the wind as they flutter and fly
Driven past by the hand of time
Through the midnight hour when all bells chime

Never lost nor out the race
Never in nor out of place
Never alter nor stray off course
Never falter from its source.
Thank You For The Days...
Jul 2021 · 903
The Cuckoo's Nest
Steve Jul 2021
Copper nails
And coloured sails
Peppering the view
Party hats
And whisky vats
Appearing from the blue
And dancing Turks
Scarlet ribbons too
Speeding cars
And chocolate bars
Once the cuckoo flew.
Jul 2021 · 477
Steve Jul 2021
Yew and me
That’s poetree :)
Jul 2021 · 732
Oh God
Steve Jul 2021
Oh God
If there is a God
Oh God if there isn't

Oh God if my heart was broke
Oh God if it wasn’t

Oh God when the weather’s cold
Oh God if it’s hot

Oh God
If you're listening to me
Oh God if your not.
Jun 2021 · 189
The People Of The Past
Steve Jun 2021
The people of the past
Gather round again, at last
I hear their warming words
They flutter like the birds
Surrounding me with love
Wrapping round me like a glove
And I find peace within the night
In dreams that hold me tight
Till a distant trumpet calls
From where the arrow falls
And though fate may shed the light
The people of the past
Still feed my appetite.
May 2021 · 1.7k
All The Days In Between
Steve May 2021
From sixteen to sixty
And all the days in between
From a lassie then a lady
To the woman in my dream
From sketch book to painting
From wondering and waiting
To building and creating
With fireworks and gold plating
From all that you mean
To being my queen
From nowhere to forever
And all the days in between.
Later this year my wife turns 60! I've written this with that in mind.
May 2019 · 672
Steve May 2019
Stick me in the washer
Spin me round and round
Put me on a cycle
Till my waste is found
Run me on the treadmill
Chase me up the hills
Look after my well being
Take the bitter pills
Look at what I’m eating
Only healthy food
No wine or whisky and certainly not;
No being rude!
Life’s about to change
I’ve to be a new man
Three stents in my arteries
I’m drafting up a plan
I’m thinking of a six pack
And growing new dark hair
Refreshing all my teeth and gums
And going round quite bare
I think I’ll be an icon
Like George or John or Paul
And spread the words of peace and love
From off the subway wall.
A funny thing happened to me the other day...
And I’m lucky enough to be able to tell the tale.
Jun 2018 · 623
Steve Jun 2018
tcelfer I rorrim eht nIn the mirror I reflect
yks eht morf rorrim A mirror from the sky
tou ro ni ro nwod gnikooLooking down or in or out
yhw nosaer a tuihtiWithout a reason why
meht ro uoy ro em gnigduJudging me or you or them
ym ni gnikool reveNever looking in my
Written in the mirror, draw an imaginary line down the centre of your screen and let your mind wander through the looking glass...
Steve Apr 2017
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

These were two verses from a demo version of the song that didn't make the final recorded version:

"I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Problems you sow are the troubles you're reaping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I look at the trouble and hate that is raging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but ageing
Still my guitar gently weeps"

And then this verse which came from another take of the song and is now included on the Love Album

"I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here doing nothing but ageing
Still my guitar gently weeps"
"I wrote While My Guitar Gently Weeps at my mother's house in Warrington. I was thinking about the Chinese I Ching, the Book of Changes... The Eastern concept is that whatever happens is all meant to be, and that there's no such thing as coincidence - every little item that's going down has a purpose.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps was a simple study based on that theory. I decided to write a song based on the first thing I saw upon opening any book - as it would be a relative to that moment, at that time. I picked up a book at random, opened it, saw 'gently weeps', then laid the book down again and started the song." GH
Steve Feb 2017
The ultimate Dragon Poem and a childhood favourite of mine which still sends shivers to this day...

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
I read somewhere that some one did an illustrated version of the song where the final illustration saw Jackie bring his young daughter to the cave and introduced her to Puff. That will always be my ending.
Feb 2017 · 1.5k
Circles by George Harrison
Steve Feb 2017
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles

Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles

When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
A little known song written by George Harrison in India and almost recorded by the Beatles but not quite. All sorts of lessons here.

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