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

Photo by Andrew on Flickr



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

Image from Pixabay

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.