If ever you have a drink with a witch make sure you leave that very night , in the morning you may find yourself wet shaved of every hair,.and naked to a gravestone,with a furry little cat purring out your name.
A poem about friends who've gone through divorces and are now on dating sites one who's 70 something and back on the dating scene and seems so keen to rekindle a teenage dream, his pals a ribbing him about what might happen telling him he should be on crumble or grumble instead of Bumble.
I've tried to reproduce his London cockney accent.
Living like nocturnal Belfry bats fuelled on booze and nose gay narcotics, we were coming in from nights out as the blue suited businessman were leaving for 6 oclock work ,both of us especially the blue suits ended up having depression and breakdowns. The best way to fight this evil is with humour. The poem I've written is a vain strain of Noel coward on speed.
My seventh deadly sin, sloth, unlike the rest is void of any of the others ,using the epitome of sin the sloth mammal turn's out to be the perfect green dream machine this hairy leaf eater has a zero carbon footprint, we'd do well to put a little slow sinful sloth back into our own lives in order to save the planet.
Short piece of piano I composed whilst listening to the evening song of church bells in Harrogate, also of big Ben on the news , I was thinking how boring it must have been just playing music in fourths and fifths which the early musicians took from their bell ringing.
I was outraged to read that human race slaughters 3 billion animals a day, I wrote this in a pompous manner after listening to a hunter talking about his blood sports as though he had a devine right to kill.
A poem I wrote about an ex girlfriend who was a Spanish African artist, she was similar to having two different winds blowing at the same time, the soft mistral breeze the other a blood rain Scirocco, a very volatile mix
A brief improvisation piece I wrote for Lilly's bunny which had gone missing I put into thirds and made it jump around as her cloth bunny was coming back,
he was later found in the washing machine.
Forgive the recording it's always bad onto a mobile phone from a piano.
A poem I wrote About a military man .
There's something about the military personnel who spend at least 20 years in the service all of them seemed exceptionally OCD especially if they've taken it to extremes of being awarded medals Ds degrees DFC VC's ,
to live with them is difficult but amusing, they see Civvy Street as a laissez-faire lunacy.
A short tune I wrote for Lilly on my decrepit old piano about her long tall love affair with her long tall Frigidaire ,she was obsessed with sticking magnets and pictures on it at the age of five , I thought we should have a tune, the lyrics aren't too bad, the song is a little more complex than you think with tenths in the base and walking octaves up in the Alto.
forgive the sound quality, pianos recorded on mobile phones never sound too good .
A poem I wrote about Poor snails that use to be so free swimming as jelly fish under the sea, now so trapped onto Terra Firma I can understand why they be depressed suffering from suicidal Tendencies throwing themselves under our feet on every garden path.
Twenty years ago It come as quite a shock when someone I'd known for ten years became bi especially when they'd been such a lady Killer then become a man eater as well but you quickly get used to it, amazingly his sexual score card went through the roof and mine went to scratch zero, I thought I was going to have to join him, by all accounts we now have 70 shades of sexuality , so we better all get along and get use to it .
A short piano piece I wrote about the innocence of a young mind and how our hallowed docterines to them must sound like serious nursery rhymes , hence why I threw in a few holy hollow fourth church chords. your humble musical servent begs forgiveness for the terrible quality as I recorded it live onto my mobile phone.
A poem I wrote about men of a certain age that divorce their women who resemble a midwife ,then go in search of adventure leaving everything behind them , usually it's on a Harley-Davidson motorbike heading towards fun in the sun I know how it feels, a hungry heart that needs feeding.
A poem I wrote about leaving Sheffield my home town at the age of 19 I couldn't understand why the train left at a minute past midnight until a 100 Steel whistles blew for the shift change at midnight then I knew, I looked back towards the east end to a scene from Hell another Industrial Revolution the steel City seemed bathed in fire at a minute past midnight the platform guard blew his whistle and I never looked back.
Now we're all looking forward towards another technological revolution
A poem I wrote after reading that In the Great War the soldiers 16 to 18 were recruited in there millions most of whom were virgins .
Lord Kitchener, Secretary of State for war, had written into their guidebooks , this piece of advice,
"In this new experience you may find Temptations in wine and women you must resist both", meaning avoid drink and brothel's . with 6000 dying per day and some with the life expectancy of 17 hours catching a little pox would have been the least of their worries.
A poem I wrote about a friend of mine who's an airport manager has to make decisions on which emotional pets ranging from possums to peacocks will ride in cargo or first class ,I wrote a little take on a telephone call trying to buy an emotional pet.
A short poem I wrote after hearing that Ai's are playing other Ai's in computer games to produce what's termed as AGi's .The poem is in 5 7 5, seventeen repeated syllables throughout , Haiku style which AGi's may prefer .
A little improvisation piano piece I wrote using Chinese intervals and western blues , Your humble musical servant ,Please forgive the recording as I recorded it live onto my mobile phone without editing ,thank you.