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Sunday, September 3, 2006

Square Tables and Empty Ashtrays......Changes, Ghost-dancing memory's

Ghost Dancing I worked as a doorman at the Old Stage Rock House back in 1977, the Old Stage was the nickname for the Kursaal at Southend On Sea Essex, which opened in 1901 as a ballroom. Whilst working there I witnessed the birth of some very good Punkbands of the time and era. A section of the Old Stage is now a museum, I visited last year... Sat and wrote this poem. Cross-legged backsides sit, squeezed into brown wicker chairs, vacant is the stare towards the stage where bands once played. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 2, 2006

Remembering romance

Memories I was helping a good friend debarnacle his boat last March, the boatyard backs onto a church, we both couldn't help noticing a smartly dressed old gentlemen whom would arrive at the churchyard the same time, the four days we were working there. He would pull a collapsible chair from under his overcoat, like that of a magician. Then sit and happily chat away for the best part of one hour. My imagination stired into life. Mascara Running Eyes In and around our Cobbledstone Town spring... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 1, 2006

On The Wings Of Brightly Coloured Buttered-Lies

To Womankind On the wings of brightly coloured buttered-lies I added innocence to my disguise whilst gliding on dark thermals over your land of Trust In Me, guilt seldom troubling my hardened heart; working cunningly in the shadows of the night. The moon and stars I artfully camouflaged with silken silver webs of flase delight Dressed at my darkened soulful best in deceiving your trusting beautiful eyes, caught fast were your female desires to mother and cuddle me, dishonest tales told so... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Play

The Play Act One Draw open the scarlet curtains of the night Bring on the darkness Light up the stage with full Moon bright Cut the twine that bines my flower In this strong moral rope This silken cobweb of innocence Spun by the two headed spider The mother and the father Act Two Oil the leather of your shoes well My audience as we creep softly Towards the open window of their family abode Clean the ear of wax Fore mother whispers to father His patience being taxed Fore his daughter is courting... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

The Angel In The Thong

The Angel In The Thong She whom can do no wrong For she has been dipped in sweet scented oils And glazed by the summer rays Glistening on drops of the Ocean That has kissed her skin Magnifying the beauty of the Goddess that dwells Within The angel in the thong lies just out of Neptunes farthest reach, like an Amphibian Breathing in the spray of his lust And just by chance she tickles his tongue With her feet and Mermaids splash Their fish like tails in jealousy For unlike her in the thong whom... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 28, 2006

The Town Of Wrabness

Photo Taken In September, of a Wrabness Sunrise Last Year The Town Of Wrabness In the highlands of Scotland you might think with your first guess, whom would blame you but bless This town of Wrabness is where the county of Essex has made her nest, the month of July is when I think she looks at her best She wears a beautiful golden full gown dress, woven by cornfields on a green vally loom, poppies and marigolds in full bloom, skylarks sing their summer songs, granddads sitting on park benches... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Hunted Become The Hunter

I was inspired to write this poem by the fables told of the, Trinovites Tribe of Essex, whom joined forces with good Queen Boudica of the Icnia Tribe, both tribes were living peacefully under Roman rule. Untill the savage rape of Boudica's daughters, in-front of the Royal Elders and warriors. The tale... Of.. Evil deed... Spread like a bonfire in a library. Fore woman were held sacred and at the least... Equals of men. The Trinovites were hunters fore at this time of spins.... Of The Earth... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

On the road to the moon, sleepwalking

My grandmother was known in these parts of Essex has a Green Lady, just like her mother before her. When I would stay over at her's, for some unknown reason I would always sleepwalk. Emily she was named and lived on the borders of Essex and Suffolk, in her cottage. Perched on the banks of the river Stour. She would tell storys for her kin, those of us whom could stay awake, for the storys would not begin till the hour of midnight. Mostly, they were told of Matthew Hopkins. The infamous... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Emotions

The Conductor Of Emotions Blue reds and golds, through our hearts and souls a tempest blows, in the time of summer Shaking a crop of fear from red trees, steeling confidence from a flock of blue sheep and the moment they begin to weep The emotions conductor strides within their souls, blowing golds, swaying corn on a warm breeze, that tickles the bum of a crying child, whom smiles His spittle falls onto the tail of a dying whale, which leaps and from the spout shines light into dark souls of... Sign in to see full entry.

Al-fresco the honey circle

Al-fresco Stamens coated in pollen burst free from their scented petals, spraying golden rays of sunshine in early morning dew Medows and hives dancing a distant humming foreplay, before the intence buzzing of sun trickling honey One slice or two Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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