Friday 21st January 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on January 21, 2022 by uppyalf

On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes
Will he offer me his jaws?
Yes
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
Again, will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
And will he starve without me?
Yes
And does he love me?
Yes
Yes
On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes
I bet you to say that to all the boys

Spaniards

Where is all that gold?
Where is it?
Glorifying your false idols I expect
The ones you replaced theirs with
Glowing over long dead explorers
Stolen from far off lands
Where you killed thousands
Of souls for the pleasure of it
Forcing them with your lies
To fill rooms full of treasure
So you could melt it down
Like you melted burnt and crushed them
All for your greed and religion
Where is your remorse?
Where is your burden?
You appear to have gotten away
With murder
Not of a person
But of civilizations
I don’t understand
The more I read
The more I write
The more I confront my own battles
The more pain history brings to me
Religion and greed
They seem to be the key factors
History was built on
I hope your god
Sent you somewhere hot
Where the pain is endless
For that’s what you deserve
But again I know you have
Just gone nowhere
All those people you murdered
All that misery you caused
I don’t understand
The more I read
The more I don’t understand

Bish 21st January 2022

On the conquest of Mexico, Peru and the Americas

Thursday 20th January 2022

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Wednesday 19th January 2022

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Band of Brothers

We were young
We were fearless
We were brothers
United to a cause
I was young
I was scared
Scared of failure
Scared of getting it wrong
Breaking the family line
A Band of brothers
We really were at times
I don’t know how I did it
Looking back
I really don’t know how
But I did
Shy
Silent
Timid
I preferred the junior school
Where the girls were my friends
I didn’t like the big school
With all that macho bravado
I missed the girls
The teachers never understood me
Never gave me a chance
Too slow
Too quiet
Too fat
They put me in the bottom class
1c
A failure to begin with
I fought
And I fought
2b2
3b1
Ending up in 4a2
Then the fifth year
Instead of 5a
They knocked me back
5b
That hurt
It still does
I came 6th out of 48
On the fire service course
They sent me to Solihull
Another fight
Another struggle
Then when near my medal
Heart attack
No medal for you son
Job gone
Life over
Home gone
Marriage over
I was young
I was scared
I was ill
Now
After years of retraining
After years at college
Years of volunteering
I’m back to the struggle
I’m up against the wall
I’m looking back
To the brothers I thought I had
But I’m alone
No friends
No future
No band of brothers?
Just a hollow sadness
To carry to the fire
That will see my ashes
Burn bullseye’s in the smoke
Like Dave Evans
Like Graham Bow
Like Ralph Dawson
Like Charlie Weir
Like my father
My grief takes me back
To when we were young
When we were fearless
When we were united
To a cause
A band of brothers

Bish 19th January 2022
On listening to the theme from Band of Brothers.
Graham Bow had this played at his funeral. As we left the chapel

Monday 17th January 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on January 17, 2022 by uppyalf

Struggle

Seventy years of struggle
Not fifty but seventy
It’s never ending
You think I could let go by now
But no
Something keeps gnawing at me
Something wants recognition
Like a dog at a bone
But this dog is barking
Up the wrong tree
Struggle
Fight
Bark louder
Fight harder
Don’t let them put you
In the bottom class this time
Alas
They don’t want what you have
They never did
They don’t understand you
They don’t get you
They take the easy way
Easier to let you stand and wait
Easier to leave you there
Waiting to be picked
But you still need to be wanted
You are a brilliant fool
Craving the attention of someone
Someone that doesn’t
see your worth
And never did
Never will
Seventy years of struggle
Not fifty
You understood me mom
You told me how it is
Ooo our John
What’s going to become of you
Nothing mom
Nothing
I have to submit to it I guess
I’m not going to make it
I’m barking up the wrong tree
And nobody will understand
What all the fuss was about
Not in the end
What a waste of fucking time

Bish 17th January 2022

Rising on Jan. 17, this lunation is asking us to face our deepest feelings and fears and the spiritual meaning of the Wolf Moon is about stepping up as a fierce protector and nurturer in our own lives.

The Wolf Moon

Last night there was a wolf moon
The first moon of another year
It sat in the sky above my sleeping
I saw it through the drawn curtains
I had to go take a look
A wolf moon but it did not howl
Instead the rain dashed against the window
The moon blazed and made me pass my thumb across it
This year I may outlive my fathers age
Thinking on this I retuned to my bed
“I love my bed” he would say to me
And I would watch him snuggle
And move his legs
“I love my bed”
In the morning the world was grey
I had to turn on lights to stop my sunken brow
The rain now filled the air with a shower
The drops so light that they were on the wind
It’s another year
It’s another morning
Be alive

Bish January 1st 2018

Saturday 15th January 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on January 15, 2022 by uppyalf

Apologise
It’s so it to say I apologise
So easy to say sorry
But to say it with sincerity
Is another matter
Better to have thought it through
From the start
Better to have been honest
But I don’t think your sort does honesty
Arrogant
High and mighty
I can’t see you resigning
You’re too up your own arse
Not even the views of the many
Can make you see your disrespect
You are blind to your failings
Blind to your lies
You really believe that you have done no wrong
And that’s dangerous
You really are a piece of work
And that’s dangerous to the health of the many
Bish 15th January 2022
(Boris Johnson)

After 70 years on the throne, every aspect of the relationship between the monarch and her prime ministers must surely have become deeply, even sometimes wearyingly, familiar to Elizabeth II. Fourteen very different men and women have held the country’s highest political office since 1952 – 10 Conservatives and four Labour. Ideologically, they cover a wide spectrum of views.

Yet they have all been united by one thing: the intense care they have taken never to embarrass the Queen in the slightest way.

Until Boris Johnson.

The thought of having to make a public apology to the monarch like the one that Johnson made on Friday would likely have sent shivers of shame down the spines of every one of his Downing Street predecessors.

From Winston Churchill to Theresa May, it would be hard to think of a more humbling and cringeworthy moment than having to apologise for their staff partying on the eve of the monarch’s husband’s funeral in the midst of a plague.

Friday 14th January 2022

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Paradise

Outside
Beyond my thoughts
Lies paradise
It’s just there
Out of my reach
It’s just there
Music whispering on a breeze
Light on a frost filled morning
Not an island in the pacific
Not a beach
Not a playground of the rich
But it’s just there
On awakening sometimes
I catch a glimpse of it
Then it’s gone
Outstripping my years
Falling away
Beyond any hope of holding it
Outside
Beyond anything that is me
Beyond anything
Paradise
It’s just there
Can you not see it?

Bish on listening to Eternity by Vangellis

January 14th 2022

Thursday 13th January 2022

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Wednesday 12th January 2022

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Monday 10th January 2022

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Sunday 9th January 2022

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All Poets Live in Graveyards

All Poets Live in Graveyards
Their shoes become damp
As the search and move the grass
The green grass as damp as the moss
That covers the grey stones
And the flaking dissolving written words
They struggle with nature
To read what was said of the dead
You will see them alone
Or sometimes with shadows of angels
They talk in whispers and get no reply
They never disturb the people that lie
It’s quiet
Its silence rusts the bars of iron
That surrounds the tombs of the rich
The families that could afford to stand
At Gods right hand
Stern British words
Account for their deeds
While the ordinary man
Rests in peace with his wife
Together again

Coughton Court

Bish 1994