2884 - The art of the charts

It's not often these days I see the charts
The top twenty in full, on video
Takes me back to the nineties, and a part
Of Saturday mornings, yes, The Chart Show
They didn't play every single song though
They played the rock, dance and indie charts too
I used to tape a lot of it, video
Tape rocked back then, it was exciting to
Watch it again, do compilations. Few
Of them still remain. Got friend to convert
Them to DVD. Had thought we might go
To watch the first semi-final with Lou
And Vee outside, but it's too cold and wet
And we're both tired from work. Go, Brazil, go!

2532 - Floatin' like a butterfly

Feels like it's been a long long day somehow
Though it's still only just about gone nine
Some chores, some pix on Facebook, a video
Of butterflies shot yesterday's online
Deciding about travelling by train
Down to see Pearl in London at month's end
I've got agreement to take Josephine
Not taken her away from home since when?
Think I took her to Wales with my children
(The older two), but her mum went also
When we stayed at Claire's near Swansea. This time
It's without mum. Mum trusts her now she's ten
But I must take good care of little Jo
Now to book train tickets without delayin'...

1329 - Poems galore, Manchester tour

Been round Manchester and Salford and Cheshire
Filming some poetry… Done it before
Some years ago back down in Staffordshire
It’s fun doing location shoots; it’s more
Worthwhile to do than just shooting indoors
At home. Andy and me toured all around
In my car once the rain had ceased to pour
And while initially we got poor sound
By standing closer to the mic, we found
The words were far more audible, clearer
For putting on You Tube; likely to score
With people who know us already; bound
To impress those who don’t, even viewers
Who thought that poetry was such a bore

1317 - Not much wiggle room

A second day in court, more familiar
Now with proceedings, wigs, gowns and all that
Thank goodness I’ve not got one on my hair
Those wigs look itchy and also somewhat
Dirty. Began at ten, a later start
Part of the jury, any seat will do
The kindly judge clarifies, plays his part
After we shuffle in with coats, bags too
And watch the rest of a long video
Part of the evidence, so we must bear
With it, and above all else, concentrate
We mustn’t miss a thing, a vital clue
Mustn’t send to the clink unless we’re sure
About the case, of course, I cannot chat

1092 - (Inter)net profit

I'm nearly falling asleep at my desk
Because I stayed sober until the end
Tonight, awake till two, completing tasks
That often get neglected. Tried to mend
The recent fall-off of poems; I spent
Some time on a new one, posting it on
The Write Out Loud site, where I've been absent
Not having chatted or posted since June
I also blogged on MySpace; I've redone
My new tune, 'Red' on there, so thought I'd ask
Them to listen again. Messaged some friends
And uploaded two videos, first one
The view from Tour Montparnasse, then the masque
Known as 'Insanesburys' which should leave ‘em stunned…
Mon 31 Aug

1065 - Hadn't had any beer till I wrote this

Feel tired: took too long dozing off last night
Too excited at being back online
Well now I must continue the good fight
Of reading all the emails from that time
I had no net (more than a month), though I’m
Already halfway there; I’ve binned the junk
Now it’s the good stuff: video of rhyme
And music from Bantry, an event sunk
Now in the past, but one of which I think
Lots of images survive. There were quite
A few comments in my inbox, so I’m
About to read and reply. Like a monk
I’m teetotalling for the second night…
Or shall I get some beer? Hardly a crime…!!
Tue 4 August