A poem begins with a painful emotion
Always and Forever
A poem tells a story, but the words present themselves a new in prose
Always and Forever
A poet is a soul who is torn and lost
Always and Forever
Poetry adds invisibility and ambiguity to every word chosen
Always and Forever
A poem is inspired by two things…regret or pain
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Love
As human beings and as boys and girls, wondering if we missed something on our way up…
It is quite difficult to know who to trust isn’t it? Good job that the souls of how it could be, could read the second they were born/woke up….
One GOD accepts everyone, forgives everyone and also, fills them with unconditional love – THE BEST thing I have ever felt, by a million miles
If you can’t trust anyone, that is fabulous ‘cos all you have to do is trust yourself to buy into this GOD, all you have to do is take yourself back just once, to everything you hate about yourself/love about yourself, everything you have been and everything you want to be, is up for offer and begging you to listen to your own heart, and to borrow loves heart until you feel it’s gift… Read the rest of this entry
Dawny’s getting all cryptic,
Cos I’ve switched again, it’s got all happy and mystic
And I’m sick of looking like a tit with the blatant squit, so I’m getting all clever ‘Miss Missy of the Mississippi!’
Mississippily
PIVOT!:)
You gotta love the dark and twisty’s,
They sometimes provide such marvellous mysteries,
I can honestly say I am never really bored,
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When Amy died, my other half at the time (who really couldn’t stand her, and thought she sounded like a screaming cat!!!), tried really hard to get on board with the Amy Love, in support of me (bless him). He was very sweet with stuff like that.
😦
(This post is a ‘mini novel’ by necessity; apologies for my long winded gene; but/plus, it’s all highly relevant content)
Anyhoo…
After days of footage, tears, ‘Dawny stories of Amy love’, footage, tears, shock, footage, footage, ‘Dawny stories, of a plethora of Amy moments’, that are stored in tut my soul. Footage, shock, tears
…footage, tears
(Oh and I narrated tooooo, through quite a lot of footage)
In fact Me, Jools Holland and Jay, sat top, middle and bottom, on the fan scale (and yes, I soooo know that I love her more than Joolsy), yet we all were affected MOST by this clip out of THE LOT! Read the rest of this entry
She's the flowers, the wind and spring...
My boss has requested a review on a song, from a personal stand point. I have chosen to write about
Almaz by Randy Crawford
It’s strange listening to it with purposeful but analytical ears. Naming the pieces of the journey that it takes me on has been really quite moving, so thank you for the request…
I absolutely adore the piano, and this song is also one of my Mum’s all time favourites,
She would play it every Saturday full blast and I remember so clearly her passion when she sang along, with a voice almost as beautiful.
I see now that the warmth of it comes largely with the association with my Mum. When she sings she is most free, and I would watch her disappear until she was totally inside the song, her small release from the outside she had to endure.
The first 8 bars of that piano take me back to the feelings of Saturday mornings. The security of the chaos that ensued as the 3 of us played up while Mum pulled out the chairs, and asked us to lift up our feet so she could get the Hoover in the gap; then I remembered how ‘ickle’ I was; and that it was ages before I was included in the ‘lift your feet up club’
The piano and the warm security, if I close my eyes, it takes just 4 bars and I am back there
And then I am taken to school, trumpet lessons with my unforgettable music teacher. Read the rest of this entry
