I cannot see or touch it
This bubble of your love.
But I know now that I need it,
Like the manna from above.
For if I step outside it,
I feel a stabbing pain,
That cuts and hurts my being,
Until I step inside again.
A simple short little poem there, written in late 1990’s so reasonably “at the beginning” of my formal and prolific writing that has (wonderfully for me) emerged today. Proud to say again I have now written around 500 poems in about 7 years, (roughly 71 a year for the keen mathematicians among you), so not too shabby that, but with quite some success I will revisit now, (How am I doing Jane B?) 😍
Ok so from my start, and next I will post a poem right “from my root beginnings”. Hold on it WILL BE worth it, but first my Poetic Recognitions…
Eight published books in about 6 years, poems in Daily Mail, two poems and articles in Daily Mirror (June & July this year) Five of my poems read out with multi mentions on National Radio that broadcasts internationally, several interviews on BBC Radio Sussex & Surrey, with many local radio interviews and guest slots, plus many further publications and prizes from competitions😁
Okay, so with lol “The Credits” out the way, what was “The Beginning” then? I guess truthfully largely from my wonderful parents, who though quite poor always laughed, joked, sang and reeled off bits of prose, poetry and sayings, so perhaps inherit, BUT in my teen years I sang with several music pop etc groups, and had mostly forgotten, I wrote some of our songs, humming the tunes to the more “musical” group members, but perhaps most importantly I wrote lots of lyrics, thus later, my poems….
This poem from my 4th book is written from a song I wrote and we played a lot, …. Autmn of our Love –
Autumn of Love
The autumn of our love is descending
No more to feel our heartbeats blending,
It’s fading fast, the end it is near
Our love shares the fate of nature each year.
I never now see that spark in your eye
That was always there, however shy.
For I can tell that we’re going wrong
Soon to be singing that saddest song.
That haunts all lovers that have lost,
Leaving us to count all the cost
Of wasted time, and broken dreams
Replaced by souls agony screams.
The autumn of our love is descending
No more to feel our heartbeats blending.
That loving magic is there no more
Laying instead nearly dead on the floor.
It never seemed to us we’d fail
To live forever in loves glow,
But people and times will always change
And turn into strangers you don’t know.
So best to stand up, tall and square
With a new freshly painted smile,
That you know will see a lonely road
Hurting and aching, mile after mile.
Thus many a face will turn away
At your look of contagious gloom,
Whilst rushing back to lover or spouse
In a frantic bid to save their doom.
There is an amazing twist to that poem story now as only nine days ago I got a Facebook message out of the blue from a David I who played in my very first group about 55 years ago, yes 55 years, and we had lost touch!
He was extremely complimentary, saying he knew I could sing and write a bit, but was amazed at how much now, and more, but my lol “blushing modesty” prevents me from saying any more… Help Jane B, help.😬.
It was also nice to fill in some more gaps from times past, forgotten and happenings unknown, cheers David.
1) I played my dog classical music and now Haydn seek is top of his Listz of games….
2) My mate said to me you’re a poet, what rhymes with orange. I said NO it doesn’t !!!!
3) NASA will always have a great party as they know how to planet..
Another poem QUICKLY…. Again, one from my beginning as started out as a joke heard around the sixties, but I have turned into a poem, again in my 4th book, Life Scene in Verse = “Double Vision” =
I went into this village pub
For I was dying for a beer,
But I was very soon to learn
Not to ever come in here.
For I stood patiently at the bar
With a throat dry as a bone,
Despite coughing and shuffling
It seemed I was all alone.
But then a noise behind the bar
Caught both my ear and attention,
And with a very surprised eye
Saw the cause of service retention.
For the Landlady and barman both,
Were doing what comes naturally,
So I realised to my dismay
Neither would be serving me!
Now in a huff I went round the side
And entered the other bar,
But saw a barmaid and Landlord
In a clinch that went too far.
So storming out for another pub
That would hopefully quench a thirst,
I tripped over two copulating dogs
And furiously upon them burst,
With barely contained fury now
Complete with an angry frown,
I threw the randy dogs inside
Saying your ruddy sign fell down!
Yes, so careful where you go for a drink, but I wonder just how many pubs still have their name on a sign hanging over the door?
Not too much news to report, with Curse Covid not only prevailing but threatening to lock us all down again? Horrid times, so lol glad I had great beginnings….
So, having happily taken you, and ME back down memory lane for my start off, here is a nice “aaaagh” poem to finish up, S P get ready lady ❤️ and maybe newer members as well, but for ALL of YOU comes “Message From the Heart” out of my 5th book…..
Message from the Heart
Eyes can only see and admire
Objects of wonder in their views,
Especially when widened in awe
At a stunning hoped-for muse.
So an alert goes through the body
With the blood streaming around,
With an awakened amorous idea
That a gorgeous siren’s been found.
But we have little control over this
And must obey it from the start,
Within this “action stationed” frame
Hearing this message from the heart.
All people and the sights once seen
Have now faded from your sight,
Reduced to mere bit-part players
By these seismic feelings might.
Now the brain will try to balance
These vibrations, so very strong,
But the senses now have a target
Though the brain thinks it’s wrong.
Thus, now nervous and infantile
A besotted body makes its move.
With new and aroused emotions
That the brain tries to approve.
So embarkations to possible grief
By the heart are now fully set,
Off onwards, to passion hopes
With this siren, very newly met.
Yeeeeeees, nice then and I hope it has come to you, in the past, your beginnings, or even recently, for just who knows what and when something like that may occur? Clean your teeth then, change your underwear, put nice “pong” on you and just “Whooooooo Knows?” as said The Wise Old Owl in that children’s story, Sparky I think, c’mon lol YOU remember…..
Okay, photos =
L to R = My last group in 1969, 2) Me at a Clacton site bar thinking up lyrics?, 3 At a Crazy Bow Tie competition I came 3rd in (anyone see what my bow is?), My very first book cover, Ted n Beth, Power station towers at top of road I grew up by in East London, My second book, and up to date from beginnings, my latest and eighth book 😀
Close now then, and as ever MUCH love and thanks to you for being here in these strange, uncertain times, but together WE will endure, that I am convinced of!
Thus Love, Peace and Light as The Journey Continues EMPHATICALLY from great beginnings…