Holbeck at night
it’s a wonderful sight
looking for dark arches
it’s left park up
be quick holding up the show
kids in a new hiding place
spirits soar a firm response
I choose the oar
hot water bottles blankets it’s cold
wine flows a pound a slug
ruby ruby ruby mac when will you be back
A firm of poets
Holbeck at night
Funny maybe it was
negatives on the brain
with speed I got the main
I got you
mellow bass tones interpret moods,
4 strings resonate
a series of notes
chosen “spontaneity ”
trying to make things fit.
you loved me then
you love me
the viewer can see the objective
a means to an end
art evoke emotion
trying to make things fit
love in the spirt of fire.
if we knew what it was
it wouldn’t be what it is
don’t change it
just know it works
when you get something special
it’s not just something that will do
it transcends the ordinary
your hoping it is always going to get somewhere
trying to understand it
cos love is
What’s a PechaKucka ?
20×20 quick fire
Inner workings of your mind
passion and all that.
60s slides kodak too
unseen since a teen
Digital (childhood positive happy memories in side my head). A poem my cyber punk bass player interprets moods interactive
I recall conscious thought taking over my bass player joined me there.
We gave of ourselves that night what a release ..interactive performance.Hepworth Wakefield ’12
Prized Possessions 2012
A well deserved smile of achievment after passing a nerve racking driving test
A new adventure opened up the family journey began
It took a while to figure it out pitching that tent but we did it a big benefit to all
including little digger “a house that moves”.
We learned many skills mum & dad taught us sitting quiet in the car,the tent stayed up but the children didn’t.
Feeling the space a new appreciation for the out doors wet pants no loo in sight.
Everything but the kitchen sink unpacked from the trailer,table tennis
waiting to have a ride on Barney.He’s just a pony perfectly happy to stand there while I worry he might bite us,the real work goes on behind us done by mum and dad.
Older sister with a new timex watch sensed that I had to keep a eye
on the younger ones.Time passes so quickly as this slide shows Wendy the youngest
plays the guitar “dad had an eye for a bargin. Finding an attraction a mini village
made of cardboard makes a little boy feel big” can we make one”
Seeing not a surfer in sight sheer power of the waves -clean busy water,
dares us to go a little further out we resist its invitation. Chilled but safe tough days ahead
all together again sharing with a friend chat before bedtime. Card board a steep hill
fairground rides for free ,kids together boulder stone we claimed. At last the top not another
“scar fell pike” in our minds we are reaching higher. Childhood thoughts are back again
with pictures that remind us when our love affair with life began.
At The Arthouse
words chalked on blackboards
tell us what’s going on
“I want somebody to tell me
what’s wrong with me”
in a straw poll .
New Heidi Helen and Rosie too
pour out wine for me and you
happy art walker
into Westgate it’s new you know
chrome yellow walls
it’s off the rails.
Art Walk Wakefield
There is something you can change
your outlook on the situation
learning to accept what you cannot change
view more positive
looking for ways to cope
rather than drastic means to end it
you start to take a measure of
control of what seems to be an uncontrollable situation
The common cold of the mind
anyone can get it
it can be treated
Five years gone by dear sister
all you had left was your faith
steel like qualities built up to help us cope teaching us.
The prayers of many have much force
when directed to life’s source
though we walk with feet of clay we were not meant to be this way.
Much help is there for us to find
locked up in God and Jesus’ mind.
Life gets us down can’t do any thing without it
northern gals is what we are
a roller coaster life it’s small that’s all
Got to risk the downs gather speed get up the other side
moving working with what we have and know
I’ve got over myself
It took time
learning while we act.
I close my eyes and open my secret window
knowing what’s there
changing times and consistent truth
I see a paradise with you I’ll be there.
A day out
creaking of timber fisher mans yawn smell of dampness early dawn
gulls like scavengers set the scene of animation as in a dream
I did on Whitby gaze it helped me enter a blue phase
saw prints & a hints in many hues for some help take away the blues
fish and chips pink candy floss black jet not for got goth
sand in toes crashing waves come on let’s run to the cafe for a bun
oh Whitby quiet Maxine Gemma and her dad.