Posts from — December 2009

Its so nearly Christmas,
I just can’t wait,
The present pile under the tree is growing,
There’s one for you and one for me,
Time flies by, its Christmas eve already,
Just one more sleep until…
ITS CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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Fun tour of Liverpool on a World War Two Amphibious Landing Craft (Duck).

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One complete revolution of the Big Wheel at Liverpool One ( at about £2 per person per revolution including loading) in the run up to Christmas 2009.

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For trainspotters and afficionados of “real” art everywhere.

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Freeze my bones, bury them deep in an icy ground, rot them long and forget them longer.

Discard my ideas, let them flutter idly onto an eternal wasteland, forever barren and unadmired.

Crush my deeds, mangle them lifeless between the granite rollers and titanium cogs of ignominy, shapeless henceforth and beyond memory.

But remember my love, offered whole, without condition and forgive the blind imperfections of the soul that seeks to please.

Remember my tears, shed freely in defenceless moments, prostrate before you and at the mercy of your pleasure.

And remember me, my love, in my condition of devotion, a deafening heartbeat silenced only when love lives no more.

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Brightly party coloured frocks and heels with emigrants sequined mingle at Lime Street.

Stepping onto the platform feels as if we are heading towards an ocean liner and a new life.

The Steam Bar is only a partial destination. A woman adjusts her set.

The black ties have upped and gone and the dark haired barmaid with the cleavage has wiped the table. Gold lame and glittering red but no regulars.

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Lime Street
Liverpool Central
James Street
Hamilton Square
Birkenhead Central
Do not alight here!
Green Lane
Rock Ferry
Bebington
Port Sunlight
Spital
Bromborough Rake
Bromborough

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andrew massing is a luxury
top shelf goods
positioned to shape
and deliver strategy

sharp of mind
and king of utility
he stands out
in a speakeasy world

authority
working to a plan
shrewd objectivity personified
he, luxuriant, rocks.

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it’s an evolution,
progress? maybe!
momentary confusion,
when I was a lad
it was a lifetime away,
now frittered.
the brain dances
on that knife edge
of fulfilment.

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Crawled up into Bethlehem, feeling ‘bout half past dead
Just really needed somewhere to rest my aching head
“Hey there Mr Innkeeper, can you tell me where I can stay?”
He just grinned, shook my hand and whispered “Allow me to lead the way”

I’d been walking with the Devil, walking side by side
He was filling my mind with lies and stuff pertaining to my bride
Innkeeper shouted over “Lucifer, leave that poor boy be,
She’s been true and she’ll produce your perfect match, presently”

Mary’d been carrying heavy, for the last few miles or so
Her time was coming up fast, she didn’t have long to go
“Joe, I can’t have my baby – not like this on the road -
I’m ready to show the world, the seed the Spirit sowed”

A bunch of shepherds ran into town, sweating hard from fear
“What been going down guys, what did you see up there?”
But they stood still with parchment faces, wouldn’t say a lot
Just stood around in wonderment, with eyes that had witnessed God

Two years later on, with my family on the run
Three kings rocked up on camels, they’d been following the sun
Their baggage seemed real heavy, they were all dressed mighty keen
The gifts they brought were the finest the world had ever seen

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