Geof Spavins

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

At the start of the seventies, a spark ignites,
From Newcastle’s heart, a band takes flight.
Roxy Music, a name whispered in the wind,
With Bryan Ferry’s voice, where dreams begin.

A tapestry of sound, that’s woven with care,
Glam rock’s pioneers, they’re beyond compare.
Synthesizers hum, guitars wail and cry,
In their melodies, the stars align.

Andy Mackay’s sax, a soulful breeze,
Phil Manzanera’s strings, a symphony with ease.
Paul Thompson’s drums, a heartbeat strong,
Together they create a timeless song.

From “Virginia Plain” to “Avalon”’s grace,
Each album a journey, a new embrace.
Brian Eno’s touch, an avant-garde flair,
In Roxy’s world, there’s magic in the air.

Their style, a blend of chic and bold,
Glamour and art, a story told.
In sequins and suits, they take the stage,
A visual feast, a gilded age.

“More Than This,” a whisper in the night,
“Love Is the Drug,” a lover’s delight.
Their music, a canvas, painted with care,
Each note a brushstroke, vibrant and rare.

Through decades they journey, a legacy grand,
Influencing many, a guiding hand.
From punk’s raw edge to new wave’s beat,
Roxy Music’s echo, a rhythm sweet.

In the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame they stand,
A testament to a visionary band.
Their songs, a soundtrack to life’s parade,
In every heart, their mark is made.

So here’s to Roxy Music, legends true,
With every chord, they renew.
A symphony of art, a timeless muse,
In their melodies, we find our cues.

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

My Sisters

In the tapestry of life, threads woven tight,
Three sisters stand, a bond of light.
Each one unique, a story to tell,
Together, a symphony, a magical spell.

In childhood’s realm, we played and dreamed,
Laughter echoed, our spirits gleamed.
Through fields of green and skies so blue,
We found our world, just us few.

Eldest sister, wise and strong,
A guiding star, where we belong.
Her voice, a melody, calm and clear,
In her embrace, we knew no fear.

Middle sister, heart so pure,
A gentle soul, love’s true allure.
Her laughter, a song, bright and free,
In her presence, joy’s decree.

Youngest sister, wild and bold,
A spirit fierce, a heart of gold.
Her dreams, a fire, burning bright,
In her eyes, the world’s delight.

Through storms and trials, we held tight,
In each other’s arms, we found our might.
When tears did fall, and shadows grew,
Together, we faced the world anew.

In whispered secrets, shared at night,
In moments of sorrow, moments of fright,
We found our strength, in love’s embrace,
Three sisters, a bond time can’t erase.

Now grown and scattered, paths diverge,
Yet in our hearts, a constant surge.
For love remains, a timeless thread,
Binding us, though words unsaid.

In every smile, in every tear,
In every triumph, every fear,
The love of sisters, pure and true,
A beacon bright, in all we do.

So here’s to you, my sisters dear,
In every moment, far or near.
For in this life, one truth I see,
The love of my sisters, forever with me.

A poem dedicated to my three sisters

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

The Drive

Once upon a time, on a road so long,
I set out a journey, singing my song.
With snacks in the seat and a map in my hand,
I felt like a king, ruler of this land.

The GPS lady, with her calm, soothing voice,
Said, “Turn left ahead,” as if I had a choice.
But I missed the turn, and she sighed with a tone,
“Recalculating route,” in a voice like a drone.

The miles stretched on, the road never ends
With no end in sight, just around the next bend.
I passed by cows, and fields of green,
And wondered if I’d ever be seen.

The fuel gauge dipped, the light turned red,
I needed a station, or I’d be dead.
I found a place, with a quirky name,
“Last Chance refuel,” it was part of the game.

The restroom key was a sight to behold,
Attached to a hubcap, rusty and old.
I did my business, and I grabbed a snack,
I hit the road, never looking back.

The radio played the same old song,
About a truck and a dog, it went on too long.
I switched to a station with talk and news,
But the host’s voice gave me the Exocet blues.

The sun beat down, the AC broke,
I rolled down the window, and started to choke.
On dust and bugs, and the smell of hay,
I longed for a shower, at the end of the day.

A detour sign appeared out of the blue,
“Road closed ahead,” what was I to do?
I followed the signs, through towns so small,
With names like “Puddle” and “Waterfall.”

I stopped for lunch at a pub so quaint,
With pies so sweet, they would make you faint.
The waitress smiled, with a knowing glance,
“Long journey, huh? Just take a chance.”

I ordered a burger, with fries on the side,
And a milkshake thick, for completing the ride.
Back on the road, with a full belly,
I felt like a hero, in my own telly.

The hours passed, the sun sank so low,
The stars came out, with a gentle glow.
I sang to myself, to stay awake,
And dreamed of the bed, I’d soon partake.

Finally, I saw the sign, “Welcome to Town,”
I cheered aloud, no longer a clown.
I parked the car, with a sigh of relief,
And thanked my God, for the journey so brief.

So if you ever find yourself on a drive,
Remember this tale, and you will survive.
With snacks and tunes, and a sense of fun,
A long journey’s end, is a victory won.

a drive in the summer inspired this one

#humour #driving #didthishappen

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Solitude or Loneliness

Quietly, I walk alone,
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where shadows skip and dance and whisper of secrets old,
The moonlight casting silver on the leaves.
In solitude, I find a quiet peace,
A space where thoughts can wander, free and wild,
Yet loneliness, a shadow by my side,
Reminds me of the silence in my heart.
The forest breathes, a living, pulsing world,
Its heartbeat echoing within my soul,
Each step I take, a journey through my mind,
Where memories and dreams entwine and fade.
The brook that babbles softly at my feet,
A symphony of nature’s gentle song,
In solitude, its music soothes my soul,
Yet loneliness, a silent, haunting tune.
I pause beneath the stars’ eternal gaze,
Their distant light a beacon in the dark,
In solitude, I feel their ancient glow,
Yet loneliness, a cold and empty space.
The wind that whispers through the swaying trees,
A voice that speaks of time and endless change,
In solitude, its words a comfort bring,
Yet loneliness, a void that never fills.
For solitude, a choice, a sacred gift,
A time to heal, to grow, to find one’s self,
Yet loneliness, an ache that never fades,
A longing for a touch, a voice, a friend.
In nature’s arms, I find a fleeting peace,
A moment where the world and I are one,
In solitude, a solace for my soul,
Yet loneliness, a shadow never gone.
So here I stand, between these two extremes,
In solitude, I seek my inner strength,
Yet loneliness, a constant, silent cry,
A yearning for connection, love, and light.

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Take Care, Uneven Ground

Take care, uneven ground,
For I tread upon you with cautious steps,
Each stone a story, each dip a memory.
You whisper secrets of the earth,
Of roots that twist and turn beneath,
Of lives that have walked this path before.

Take care, uneven ground,
For I am but a traveller,
Seeking balance in your embrace.
You challenge me with your unpredictability,
Yet offer me the strength to move forward,
To find my footing in the chaos.

Take care, uneven ground,
For in your rugged beauty,
I find the resilience of nature,
The persistence of life.
You remind me that perfection is a myth,
That it is in the imperfections we grow.

Take care, uneven ground,
For I am learning to dance with you,
To find grace in the stumble,
To embrace the journey, not just the destination.
With each step, I become more aware,
More alive, more connected to the world beneath my feet.

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Missing You

I need a hug, a warm embrace,
To fill this empty, lonely space.
I miss the touch, the gentle care,
Of someone who is always there.

To love and be loved, a simple plea,
A heart that beats in harmony.
The nights are long, the days are cold,
Without a hand for mine to hold.

I dream of laughter, shared delight,
Of whispered words in soft moonlight.
A bond so strong, a love so true,
I miss the warmth of being with you.

Until that day, I’ll hold on tight,
To memories that light the night.
For love will come, I know it’s near,
And fill my world with joy and cheer.

I miss my wife

Geof Spavins Sep 2024

Dawn

In the hush of dawn, the world is still,
A canvas blank, awaiting will to paint.
Soft whispers of the morning breeze do pass,
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees they dance.
The sky blushes with a gentle hue,
As night departs, and day breaks through anew.
A moment pure, serene, and bright it stands,
Where shadows yield to dawning light’s embrace.
Thoughts gather like the morning mist, they form,
In quietude, they coexist in peace.
Dreams and hopes, both old and new, arise,
In daybreak’s glow, they come to view and shine.
With every breath, a fresh resolve is found,
As morning’s light begins to spread its wings.
In this tranquil, sacred space, I find,
My strength, my inner grace, my heart’s true calm.