Thursday 26th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 26, 2020 by bishshat

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Adam And I 

Ray Thomas 

I waited so long, for you to come along,
Hoping and praying, my love would bear a son,
Now i see that love, it shines within your eyes.
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

We’ll ignore all boarders, for our spirit must stay free,
Free as the wind that blows, there’s so much for you to see,
We’ll ride on a moonbeam, and never pa** one by,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

When we reach the land of the setting sun,
You’ll be overjoyed, you’ll see the sights,
So reach and take your father’s hand
And may the lord have mercy on our flight,

Adam and i, adam and i, adam and i, and i.

The river of life flows swiftly, into the sea of time,
Our lives were made for living, my joy is in your smile,
We’ll talk to the heron, and he can teach us how to fly,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

Our lord is in his heaven, he watches us below,
His seed was made for sowing, and we reap what we sow,
But he’s a man of love, divine he’s on high,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.
Adam and i, adam and i, adam and i,
My son and i.

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Wednesday 25th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 25, 2020 by bishshat

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Cloudbusting

Kate Bush

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.
You’re making rain,
And you’re just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.

You’re like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.

But every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.

I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can’t hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy–
I won’t forget,

‘Cause every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

The sun’s coming out.
Your son’s coming out.

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Tuesday 24th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 24, 2020 by bishshat

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Skylark

Hoagy Carmichael

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me?
Won’t you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring?
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Haven’t you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o’ the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don’t know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won’t you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won’t you lead me there?

To a Skylark

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O’er which clouds are bright’ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad day-light
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow’d.

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high-born maiden
In a palace-tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its a{:e}real hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:

Like a rose embower’d
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower’d,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:

Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awaken’d flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus Hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Match’d with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest: but ne’er knew love’s sad satiety.

Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

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Monday 23rd March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 23, 2020 by bishshat

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Lockdown

Simon Armitage

And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
of infected fleas

in the warp and weft of soggy cloth
by the tailor’s hearth

in ye olde Eyam.
Then couldn’t un-see

the Boundary Stone,
that cock-eyed dice with its six dark holes,

thimbles brimming with vinegar wine
purging the plagued coins.

Which brought to mind the sorry story
of Emmott Syddall and Rowland Torre,

star-crossed lovers on either side
of the quarantine line

whose wordless courtship spanned the river
till she came no longer.

But slept again,
and dreamt this time

of the exiled yaksha sending word
to his lost wife on a passing cloud,

a cloud that followed an earthly map
of camel trails and cattle tracks,

streams like necklaces,
fan-tailed peacocks, painted elephants,

embroidered bedspreads
of meadows and hedges,

bamboo forests and snow-hatted peaks,
waterfalls, creeks,

the hieroglyphs of wide-winged cranes
and the glistening lotus flower after rain,

the air
hypnotically see-through, rare,

the journey a ponderous one at times, long and slow
but necessarily so.

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Boris Johnson tells nation ‘you must stay at home’ as virus cases confirmed infection count shoots up to 6,650  an increase of almost 1,000, and the death toll hit 336 up by 55.

Boris Says Stay at Home

I had the mumps
And isolated
I had the measles
And isolated
I had chicken pox
And isolated
I had to lie in a hospital bed for ten weeks
While my back operation healed
I had to lie in hospital bed
Recovering from a heart attack
But this
I’ve seen nothing like this
Today’s news is unprecedented
It’s a horror movie of a day
My fate is not in my hands
The fate of others is
Im staying at home
Im lucky
I have a home
I have a garden
I have a shed
I have a partner
I have contact via technology
I have to stay home
To protect you
Please stay at home to protect others

John Bish March 23rd 2020

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 22, 2020 by bishshat

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Good Morning Starshine

Oliver

Good morning starshine
The earth says “hello” (the earth says “hello”)
You twinkle above us (twinkle above us)
We twinkle below (we twinkle below)
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singin’ song

Gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba nabba
Early morning singin’ song

Good morning starshine
The earth says “hello” (the earth says “hello”)
You twinkle above us (twinkle above us)
We twinkle below (we twinkle below)
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singin’ song

Singin’ a song, lovin’ a song
Singin’ a song
Lovin’ a song, laughin’ a song
Singin’ a song

Sing a song, song a-singing
Song song song sing…

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To a Reason

Arthur Rimbaud

A tap of your finger on the drum releases all sounds and initiates the new harmony.
A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders.
You look away: the new love!
You look back,—the new love!
“Change our fates, shoot down the plagues, beginning with time,” the children sing to you. “Build wherever you can the substance of our fortunes and our wishes,” they beg you.
Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere.

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My Blakean Year

Patti Smith

In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole

Fortune breathed into my ear Mouthed a simple ode
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

In my Blakean year Such a woeful schism
The pain of our existence Was not as I envisioned

Boots that trudged from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

Boots that tramped from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road was paved in gold One road was just a road

In my Blakean year Temptation but a hiss
Just a shallow spear Robed in cowardice

Brace yourself for bitter flack For a life sublime
A labyrinth of riches Never shall unwind
The threads that bind the pilgrim’s sack Are stitched into the Blakean back

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year

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Pissing In A River

Patti Smith

Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come back

Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, I’m a slave I’m free.
When are you coming ? Hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me oh

My bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you? Baby I don’t know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don’t turn your back now, I’m talking to you

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you
Oh I give my life for you.
Every move I made I move to you,
And I came like a magnet for you now.

What about it, you’re gonna leave me,
What about it, you don’t need me,
What about it, I can’t live without you,
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it? What about it?
What about it? What about it?

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river,
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
What about it, what about it, what about it?
Oh, I’m pissing in a river.

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Saturday 21st March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 21, 2020 by bishshat

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‘Signs’ Intervention

The world has chosen to intervene maybe?
God has chosen to intervene maybe not?
The government says
Be responsible when you shop and think of others
The selfish will always be selfish
The greedy will remain greedy
Pull together in adversity means for some
“Fuck you I see a chance to cash in here”.
We have to protect ourselves and our loved ones
From this outside intervention and the crooks
They will always look after number one
They will continue to build their castles
Signs for them say yes, yes, yes
Wringing there hands and making plans
They see gold in the chaos
Loopholes of opportunity
While the weak fall and die
They grin and sip their Champagne
With the air of an untouchable

John Bish

World Poetry Day 21/03/2020

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Friday 20th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 20, 2020 by bishshat

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Contrasting the  location of the gates and of Bernard and Daisy’s bungalow with the new big house.

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