Welcome, To The South Shore

Welcome

Welcome to the South Shore

Welcome

Welcome to the Promenade

Won’t you, won’t you kiss me quickly

Won’t you, won't you kiss me hard

Jo and Tan

Holding hands

They never can

When staying home

Welcome

Welcome to the South Shore

Welcome to the Promenade

Kiss me 

Kiss me

Jo and Tan

Need your love

Trying hard

To understand

Joe and Tan

Come to terms

Society expands

Culture blinds, culture burns

Welcome

Welcome to the South Shore

Welcome to the Promenade

Kiss me

Kiss me quickly

Kiss me slow

Jo and Tan

Tiptoes of expectation

Love is no surprise

Summits of sensation

Joe and Tan

Wrapped in exultation

Inside each other's skin

Breathing breath together

Welcome

Welcome to the South Shore

Welcome to the Promenade

Kiss me 

Kiss me more

Joe and Tan 

Candy floss

Piers for souvenirs

Take me home

Joe and Tan

Break down

The treasonable pretences

Shake us to our senses

Joe and Tan

Boy and Girl

Save the world

Live your life of love

Welcome

Welcome to the South Shore

Welcome

Welcome to the Promenade

Won’t you

Won’t you love me, slowly

Won't you, won't you

Won’t you love me anyhow

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Schoolmaster or Engineer

A well pressed suit, oh Lord

Close cropped slicked back hair

A bicycle with trouser clips

Memories of service in the Second World War

I thought I saw you today in Lincolnshire

For certain, but a while ago, for the both of us

I also saw you heading for the Post Office

In deepest Devon

Your wife I will now surmise

Passed this way backalong

Dusted off her apron, polished the dresser

And shone the grandchild’s shoes

The Maserati and Isuzu Impreza

Roar on by with the throttles to the floor

Passed the stockings and the trousers

Faster than the well groomed hair

I’m not a working man

Nor are the rest of them

I think that one day I can

Then I hear the news

The bicycles of Tiananmen Square

The flashing flesh of youth

I wondered

If, oh no Lord, were you there?

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Indebted to forever true

A triangle of light, a trigpoint

In your personal space

This then your mountain

To climb with grace

Walk one step, then one other

The raindrops, before the sleet and snow

Wind chimes remind you of your mother

The Inkspots, the Black and White Minstrel Show

A circular sunrise

Vehicular and vernacular

Over nearby trees, and I suspect

Also in far-off valleys

And on the Somerset flatlands

Over the populous Lincolnshire marshes

Across the Arizona desert

And more slowly; somewhere nearer home

Talk, one word and then one other

The bottoms dropped, from down below

Rhythm and rhyme remind you of your brother

Also of Amen Corner and Andy Fairweather-Low

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Cut with a razors touch

Sat

On the arm

Of the vast armchair

You look

But you cannot

Stare

Your ears

Tuned to some

Super sensitivity

You listen

But you do not

Dare

Flat

On the edge

Of the cricket square

You took and carried

Now you know

You can’t not care

Your hands

Tuned to some

Downhill delivery

My throws

Are curled, hurled

With hopes of receptivity

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The back end of September

This could be

The long last day of summer

This time so so free

It is now I have I see

Once again to become a number

Though not before the breeze

Or the sunrise

Or the filtered light

So so tight; my eyes, my hands

They have to find their own way

The gardener, in his Suffolk smock

The fairground girl

With her countryfied frock

The world is our oyster

With fate now so firm unlocked

Sit here

In this Mediterranean zephyr

With an English tea

And rose perfume

Among the pagodas

Down by the waters edge

The tinker bells

Tinkle tap their tune

This could be

There goes the breeze again

Through and out the garden

Over the roses, down by the waters edge

You do know how it is now

Now don’t you

Although it could still be the middle of June

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