Saturday, 22 July 2017

Heart of ice

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My sin
My pride
His hands
His side
My fear 
My dread
His feet
His head
My deepest stain
His grief, his pain
My heart of ice
His sacrifice



2030 hours


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Heart of ice by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 21 July, 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Hope Cove

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Idyllic, sleepy
Fishing town
Where bracken cliffs
Come tumbling down
And seabirds wheel
In skies above
Their cries an emblem
Of the cove.

A surreptitious glance
At you
Revealed the feelings
That were true
One night of freedom
In your arms
A kind of drowning
In your charms.

Am ambled walk
Through fields of gold
The breakers sounding
As they rolled
And you and I
Together, one
To gaze upon
The glorious
Setting of the sun.


Written for Dawn
2345 hours

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Hope Cove by Steve Wheeler was written in Hope Cove, England on 23 July, 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

If

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If you can keep your chin up
And put your back to the wheel
With your nose to the grindstone...

If you can keep on your toes
Whilst putting your best foot forward
And shoulder the responsibility
While bending over backwards
To face the music...

If you can grasp the nettle with both hands
And turn over a new leaf
While keeping your hand in
And getting your finger out...

If you can stand on your own two feet
And pull your socks up
While standing tall...

If you can keep your feet firmly planted on the ground
And show a clean pair of heels
And treat these two positions just the same...

If you can stick your neck out
And put your head on the block
While holding your head up high
And keeping your ear to the ground...

That would all be most unusual

And what is more, 
You'll be a contortionist my son.


2100 hours


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If by Steve Wheeler was written in Hope Cove, England on 7 July, 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Thursday, 15 December 2016

Love out of season

Image by Luke Price on Flickr


When I first met her
In the springtime of life
Our hearts melted
Like the last snows.
Our love grew
Budding like the early leaf
In new green hollows.

When we strolled together
In the summer
Our lives entwined
Like ivy 
On the garden wall.
Our hope blossomed
In the sunshine of our eyes
And swelled
In the warmth
Of our touching.

When we parted in the autumn
Our tears and feelings
Fell spiralling downward 
like the leaves
Useless
Leaving our hearts bare and cold
Damp upon the forest floor.

And while the winter
Knocked upon the door
Like the early winds
We drifted
Irreparably apart.



1600 hours



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Love out of season by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 3 October 1980 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Beside the seaside

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Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Where the oilslicks are lapping at the shore
Oh I do like to walk along the promenade
While my feet dodge the hypodermics and the tar
Oh I do like the sickly smell of ozone
And the sewerage that washes over me
There is nothing to compare
With breathing in polluted air
Beside the seaside
Beside the sea




0030 hours




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Beside the seaside by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 8 July 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Wish list

I thought long and hard about beefing up my act
By trying to be streetwise and removing the tact
I thought about using a drum machine
And dressing in a style that was moody and mean

I tried to show I had my finger on the pulse
With a Liverpool accent, but it came out sounding false
I tried to hit the stage like a sex machine
But that didn't work beecause my shirt wasn't clean

The working class hero was another ploy
But it all fell flat and I started to annoy
I wanted my persona to be witty and wise
But a leopard can't change its spots no matter how it tries

I wanted my words to be smart and incisive
But it sounded insincere and it proved to be devisive
I wanted to appeal to the nation's youth
When all I really needed was to tell the truth



0200 hours

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Wish list by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 18 June 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

No picnic

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If you go down
To the woods today
You'll find
That they're not the same.

The trees are all gone
The land is stripped bare
And you and me
Are to blame.

For everybody in the UK
Is going down
For a Big Mac today

Today's the day
We're swapping the forests
For beef steak.




Midnight



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No picnic by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 2 August 1993 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.