Views in Verse - a hazy tribute to 'the time of our lives'!

Carnaby Street

There was a place in the dawn of time - Where fashion grew from raw design- where new music made its mark - life for a time reflected art - the Beatles a brand new pop - while naughty Stones gave Chuck a rock - a wild 'mod' celebrity scene - that was known for a while as ...Carnaby Street.

Paisley prints, bell bottom jeans - in which Mick could only be seen - the Kinks and Beatles would duly strut their stuff - on a whole new fashion scene - For the women folk, long long coats and short short skirts were the hip - swinging London was the place to trip - it was ....Carnaby Street.

Cat Stevens strode along like the rest - Twiggy showed us her pointy breasts - McLaren and Bennett were always there - showing off their coiffured hair - Dusty showed us her white man blues - Burden built his blues style too - dadaism strikes - free thinking fools - Clapton electrifies Johnson blues!

Sister morphine creates a divide - Bryan Jones simply can't survive - pool swimming wasn't his thing - underwhelmed by talent and drive - arise Sir Keith your time's come to shine - Britt in time brings style to Rod - While music sets the tone to the scene that was ...Carnaby Street.

'England Swings' was right for sure - skin tight shirts and fur coat collars - welcoming the tourist dollars - Beach Boys and Byrds look on in awe - English music tops it all - trad pop still survives - Tom Jones/Englebert set to thrive - Abbey Rd fuelled by vinyl dollars.

Yoko and Paul not aligned - creative heads do spurn - 60's pop now duly stalls - Apple soon free falls - Revolution number 9 - Beatles gone off in their prime - Cream new masters of their time - Winwood blindly offers more... - Moody Blues a lovers dream - an eclectic notion from the Leary scene - bringing fashion to the album face - much more to be had from art and music!

The Bee Gees flew in, the Easies too...Carnaby St scene oh so new - Bees Gees soared, the Easies fell - life is tough, heaven and hell - no defeating Harry & George, a taste was all it took - Marc Bolan next to town - glam rock rockers set to shake it down - Rollers, Sweet, Garry G, all join the the scene...

Bowie takes fashion out of space - Wharhol offers the Duke a place - so off they go to play NY town - Stones create 'live' rock vinyl - ya-ya's concert somehow primal - prancing and pouting Mick - a video dream, which cannot truly as yet be seen. Who have all gone to the moog!

Rod crosses Atlantic as he should - somehow losing Ronnie Wood - Keith and Mick cheering as he goes - Hendrix the new paradigm - just unbelievable in his prime - Woodstock gives us electric divine ..but he takes the 'out door' out of town - a rock angel spreads his steely wings.

Cocker brings hippy scene to dread - not far behind the acid heads - it's all gone Purple, Black and Led - Fashion no longer seems so clean - awake the 'heavy rock' machine - White lightening is the hippest thing in town - Morrison goes to Europe to settle down - George marks his passing - E.J. & Bowie mark new London scenes - An evolving Carnaby Street...

George gets a Python crush - John Cleese becomes Lord Such - Eric Clapton drugged alone, lusted much from his home - Lennon left on the 909 - Ringo promotes the rehab line - McCartney sprouted wings of his own (with ten years of nursery rhymes to follow) - Harrison retired to count his stash - before kindly giving much back ...to the London movie scene - so long sweet taste of honey adieu. This was ...Carnaby Street

Carnaby street - our Camelot - where dreams ...our dreams spiralled - a new generation bent on change - swinging sixties fashion & fame - a stellar psychedelic space - for one brief shining moment that was known as ...Carnaby Street

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Views in Verse on - healing powers

Views in Verse on - healing powers

Nature's Tryst

Nature's Tryst

I left home at first light
Into the valley below
A weekly ritual that I just won't dismiss;
The morning is foggy
The rocks quicksilver
The bushland still dank from the mist.
A distant pond,
Now a brief hour behind,
Relish, the allure of nature’s tryst.

A water dragon unmoved
As I pass on by
No fear to cut and run;
As I leave the stream
And turn to the rocks
The fatigue can now outweigh the fun.
Yet, you somehow learn
To savor this too,
As the canopy peels back to welcome the sun.

As I shuffle along the escarpment
The ground still moist
The hillside still a little tricky;
Something now alerts
I glance on back
And what do I fleetingly see?
But a young fox,
Playfully tracking,
Me, from tree to tree.

I look up t'ward my cottage
A line of smoke trailing
A wisp against the grey sky;
Refreshingly tired
My pace quickens
As my hunger renders a smile.
The door now open,
Beckoning inwards,
Time, to kick back and rest for a-while.

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Views in Verse on - finding one’s self again

Views in Verse on - finding one’s self again
The Discovery

Got on a train, without destination, didn’t know where I wanted to go. In a bid to change my life into something new, perhaps something others wouldn’t know...

Why are we so afraid to be the best that we can be? Is discovery some kind of sin? What we’ve already done, doesn’t need redoing; transformation begins within.

More questions than answers at first it seems; as I plumb the depths of my very being. Getting to know one’s self is an unknown path in what ‘you’ really find most appealing.

Questions rolled into more questions; bewilderment at first can leave one aloof; But joy in life is there for those who command it: it begins with an inner truth…

'Please yourself' in order to best please others, don’t present what they best want to see. Happiness is found in being yourself; not as a harlequin copy of me.

Embrace the contradictions; don’t hide behind the given; Seek out the undiscovered borders, don’t create an invisible prison.

Confidence comes from knowing yourself, shaping your own destiny. The worst that can happen, the very worst, is finding you might be content 'just as me'.

Surrender complete to what gives you delight; find that elusive star. But you won’t need to jump on a run-away train, the answer is right there where you are.

Only by letting go… fearlessly… and then falling to your feet. Will you find that: within yourself is all that you need to be complete.

A paradox though, it must be stated, as a lot of people say: the greatest joy is in the many little things, they already do ...each and every day.

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Views in Verse on friendhip

Old Friends

Friendships,
Too often fleeting
Only a few of them
Stay with us for life
No one can deny
The odd test along the way
Disappointments,
The joy, the strife.

The secret,
To true friendship
Equates to ‘the giving’ rather than
What we might ask for in return.
Much of it, mutual exchanges
Usually from these, we learn
That none of us is perfect
We're human after all.

At the heart,
Is an understanding...
That when needed,
You will always be there;
Keeping yourself
True to who you are;
Yet, respecting
The bond, that you share.

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Views in Verse on Innocence lost

Innocence lost

A joyous notion we could live forever, a secret inkling that we could fly;

A simple surety that love conquers all, yet never needing to question 'why'? 

 A child-like innocence lost to us ...the day that John Lennon died.

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