Aprill has but thirty days
To live.
And, though She is not yet born,
I deem that She has much to give.
She’ll shower us with sweet-limb’d praise
That oft will take the form of rain
And, though She’s cruel in other ways
Inspires She doth in holt and heth
Again.
And, after Aprill, what May come?
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It read:
“How many posters have you printed, George?”
“Well… umm… ten thousand for a nationwide ad campaign.”
“And don’t I always tell you to check your spelling and grammar?”
“Yes – and my grandma’s fine.”
“That’s not funny, George. You’ve just wasted a huge ‘fireball’ of money on those misspelt posters.”
“Furball!”
“Precisely. Attention to detail is a key component of our company’s reputation. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ‘sock’ you!”
“Don’t you mean ‘sack’ me?”
“No, George, I’m definitely going to ‘sock’ you!”
“Whaaack!”
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“And now on Radio Four…”
My hands are sweating, my throat is dry,
There’s a quickened breathing, then a softened sigh,
I’m in love, and in this matter I have no choice,
I have been smitten by… Charlotte Green’s Voice
Beside the radio, from dusk till dawn
I listen avidly; all forlorn
If She’s not there.
I list again from dawn till dusk
To hear Her voice becomes a must.
Shipping forecast! “Dogger, Bite!”
Oh, what might, happen, oh, what might! (W. Shakespeare, The Tempest)
The silky tone, the fluent word;
Her voice, in my head, must be heard.
I check the website for Her name,
I need to hear Her, which is my shame,
I’m fixated by Her speaking;
In Radio Times, I am now seeking:
Where can She be? Where is the One;
Who will set my heart free, or leave my soul undone?
“And now on Radio Four…”
I hear that She is to go
This was spoken on ‘Her’ radio
And soon no more shall She be heard
Her voice in my head, Her every word
Entering and possessing me will pass and fade
And, I must admit I am dismayed
For She has helped me through the night
With Her silken pronouncements and links so bright
I do not know what I shall do
When She speaks no more to me, – or you.
Perhaps we will run aground upon the Isle of Wight!
The (Poetry) Mugger by Graeme Sandford
There was a man walking through the park
Walking through the park… in the dark!
For a lark!
And I was that man!
I was hoping to be attacked… by the ‘poetry mugger’
He leaps out at you and attacks your mind
With ‘the word’ – the word on the street
And from your toes to your feet – and, beyond those toes –
You listen… with your ears… and your mind;
And if you ‘don’t’ listen… you won’t find out…
You won’t know what you are missing!
He ‘literally’ inserts a mixture of rhyme and rhythm into you
And plunges it deep, deep, deep…
And he keeps on ‘plunge!, plunge, plunge!’
And your mind is a sponge; you soak up every separate syllable, seeking something… seeking some thing… desperately seeking… Susan? No, no, no!
Some spark! Some sentient sense! Some Celeriac!!! Sorry, so silly.
The poetry mugger leaves you changed; your cortex re-arranged;
Your mind, altered, shrugs and assimilates the new knowledge within
Is it sinning? No, it’s a new beginning; your head may be spinning; but, in the long run you’re winning.
And talking of running… if it’s not the ‘poetry mugger’ but, some other bugger – run!
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Episode 7 of the ‘Toe-in-the-Water’ Radio Show
Includes music from Lisa Thorne, Syd Meats and Andrew Pogson; Sketches from Neil Lockhart, Jane Goldsack and the like; Three Men in the Sahara with Katrina Henningham and Craig Heningham; poetry from Damian O’Vitch and Graeme Sandford and others too famous to mench! Best have a listen if you want to know more – G:)
Graeme Sandford 