YAY, another fantastic few days… And another of my “commissioned” poems delivered with many “compliments and appreciation” always nice to get!!!
Wednesday I went to Underground Theatre to do my bit for World Poetry Day, (which was Tuesday, but venue was booked, thus Wednesday), and following “the psychotic scum” terrorist activity earlier that day in our / MY London, I read couple of my “anti- terrorism” poems to great response… will include one at end!
It is now confirmed that I will “guest” and read poems “live” on Hailsham F M radio this Saturday 1st April….. looking forward to that!
On Saturday night I was privileged to go and see “live” the amazing Strawbs that I have followed and seen over the years. I earlier dropped an “appreciation” letter in for the “iconic, heart & soul” leader of the group Dave Cousins, with a copy of my 3rd book “Reviews of Life in Verse”…
Cradle to the Grave
A lilting voice from the past
That will affect you like no other.
Bringing love and goose bumps too,
For it can only be your mother.
And as promised my powerful thoughts poem on “terrorist bullies” written over 3 years ago now, and in my first book “Poetic Views of Life”…..
Hand of God
All you could wish for, it was all there,
For one more moment, then it was gone
When the coward set off another bomb.
Smoke and flames, cries and screams
Another end to countless dreams,
A place of wonder to melt all hearts
Was now a horror of body parts!
All be praised, his god is served
The dead just got what they deserved,
For not praying the same as those
Who blew them up and burnt their clothes.
Some strange god, that death he asks
From his army with their bloody tasks,
That spreads out terror, fear and dread
And victories measured by the dead.
Again you pray, your day is won
Religion spread by your smoking gun,
It is honour you want, your way is best,
Go tell the man with his shattered chest.
Little children, babes in arms
Now lie slaughtered with no more charms,
You say it is vengeance, we had done wrong
So we must suffer you sick death song.
It is peace you wish, and to make us sure
You continue to kill, and make more war,
Until we learn, and have passed the test
That your gentle, loving god is best.
Cheers, Laurie!
And as ever, The Journey Continues……..
