The Good, The Bad and The...

From Spring Vale to Cutting Edge

From Jiving K Boots to Percy Sledge

On Tuesday nights and Thursday nights

Following the mobile discotheque

Young girls losing their cares

Young boys saying what the heck

Tuesday and Thursday at the discotheque 

Spring Vale to Cutting Edge and what the heck

Would you dance with my friend

She fancies you a lot

I’m only asking because she is quite shy

Would you dance with my friend

Go on give her a shot

I’m only asking because

I don’t want to see her cry

Tuesday and Thursday at the discotheque 

Spring Vale to Cutting Edge and what the heck

So we danced and we danced

And I walked her home

I was smitten

Truly I fancied her quite somewhat

So we danced and we danced

And we were no more alone

I should have asked for her number

But I forgot

From Spring Vale to Cutting Edge

From Jiving K Boots to Percy Sledge

Dance with my friend?

Not a chance, not one jot

Dance with me you inexperienced youth

I can show you

How to taste and sense the sweeter spot

Dance with me

I want you to be wild and uncouth

Tuesday and Thursday at the discotheque 

Spring Vale to Cutting Edge and what the heck

So we danced and we danced

And we didn’t go home

We were rampant together

Were we not

So we danced and we danced

And we clung to the bone

I should have asked for her number

I know that was the plot

Tuesday and Thursday at the discotheque 

Spring Vale to Cutting Edge and what the heck

No one to dance with

All to do is stand and stare

They are both with boys

Of more than equal to your size

No one to dance with

So try to look as if you don’t care

Let them know they’ve missed

Their greatest prize

From Spring Vale to Cutting Edge

From Jiving K Boots to Percy Sledge

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Christopher's Collected Works

A Reflected Poem

Now I understand the spectrum
Yes, the colours of the rainbows
Yes, the tones of love
Yes, the care in those eyes
If only to follow

To follow without thought
To follow without hope
Taking on board not one thing
Yet overwhelmed by the beauty

Confounded by oneself
Without reason
A life otherwise dictated
Caught in a vague recollection
Of once before
Being subject
To a seasonal fallout

A harsh sentence
No more to it than that
So, as Chumbawamba sang:
I get knocked down
But I get up again

I can see
I can breathe
I can move
I can rest
I can do anything I want
Well, almost

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Studious Daydream

I have this openness
This easiness
I am in that place
Where distractions
Haven’t yet engaged me

But I can hear birds
Both chirping and squawking
Some in bushes, some in flight

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In This Time

There is a calm, a peace, a quiet
Which silences the longing
And prevents the breakthrough
Of the darker thoughts

It is however hemmed in
By the walls, the doors, the windows
Which provide a formidable barrier
To prevent its escape

The sunlight, even if not appreciated
Gives a warmth to further engage
The body, and perhaps the mind
In this somewhat settled state

Of course this is the exact
Atmosphere that the thinking
Seeks out; for what better place
To hold court, to sway

I do offer some resistance
Don’t go there I say to myself
Yet just as quickly strikes the ego:
Go there, go there you must

The shadows, the pictures, the memories
Once the floodgates open
The floodgates are opened
And all we can then do is to submerge

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Non-Verbal Communication

We approach each other
In our automobiles
On the narrow country lane

I pull into the side to let you pass
You do the same
Then flash your headlights
As if to say, please carry on

I drive forward
As I pass you I wave
You do the same, then move off

We haven’t met before
We might never meet again

After this short, but pleasant interlude
I return to listen to Pink Floyd’s
Obscured by Clouds

They sing that there will be war
They sing that there will be peace
I say to myself: such is life, c’est la vie

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