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Music harmonises the universe

Steve Fordington is a North Norfolk poet, lyricist, musician and teacher. He has written poetry all his life as well as playing and teaching several instruments. He is an active member of a Norfolk poetry circle and regularly performs in bands, groups and orchestras. He has published many compositions and was a schoolteacher and manager for nearly forty years.

Senses Of Music by Steve Fordington

Music – you can’t touch.

Yet music lets you feel.

It’s from imagination.

Yet music is so real.

Music – you can’t taste.

And yet it stirs your soul.

One note, one chord, a passing phrase

Brings back what memory stole.

It helps recall the sights,

The smells and raw regrets.

It fixes a moment frozen –

A diary point time forgets.

For music is our backdrop,

Our wallpaper of being.

Our collective inspiration

Of loving, knowing, seeing.

Its entity exists alone,

Away from instruments and scores.

No crowded media imposed,

Nor locked away indoors.

And like an everlasting strain

Of all life meant and more,

Music harmonises the universe

For futures gone before.

Steve Fordington, North Norfolk

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my life was scarred forever and a more

Thanks to Stuart Hardy-Taylor for his humorous and witty contribution to Voices Poetry Blog and the competition. There is indeed a certain darkness in many of the stories and rhymes we are told when we are children. Stuart sums this up in a very clever way, and we are sure his excellent poem will make you smile. We really appreciate his unique offering.

Nursery Mares

Ever since I was a child, I’ve had horrendous nightmares

Because of all the stories and nursery rhymes, like Goldilocks and the three bears

And Hansel and Gretel and red riding hood

witches and granny eating wolves, how could that ever be good

And every night I would worry, unable to sleep

Because I was so emotional and scared, about bow-peep and her sheep

Expecting me sleep and stop crying, parents what were ya thinking, it begs all belief

WHEN ALL I COULD SEE IN MY HEAD, IS A BRIDGE AND THE TROLL UNDERNEATH

Jack and the beanstalk and the goose laying gold eggs

But only thing i can remember, is the giant that wanted Jack for his bread

And the three little pigs, i was petrified the wolf, would blow my house down, just like the one with the sticks

And my life was scarred forever and a more, because Humpy dumpy would never be fixed

And I’m not surprised I took drugs, come on, cows jumping over the moon

The fox ate the poor ginger bread man, and the dish ran away with the spoon

And the little dog laughed because he thought it was fun

But I would cry and I’d weep for the little piggy that had none

And little miss Muffet and that great bloody big spider

Fancy telling me that as a child, that it came and sat down beside-her

I never wanted to hear, about the old duke of York and his ten thousand men

And especially the time that they wasted, just going up and down and again

Putting all these things in my head, I didn’t think it was healthy or fair

Oh the nightmares that I had, about the mouse in his boots, WHERE, there on the stairs

But I’m going to bed now, and going to try and go sleep

And you can do one bow-peep because I don’t care anymore about you or your bloody lost sheep

GOODNIGHT

Stuart Hardy-Taylor, Loughborough

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Senses of Music – Steve Fordington

Nursery Mares – Stuart Hardy-Taylor