Winters’ Call (Audio)

The Fan

 

 

Winters’ Call

Started off a stronger man

But wayward went the hopes

I had to find me

Hearts so strange and I am flawed

My sympathies are stretched and torn

It happens

Throw a whisper in my wake

Takes its toll on me again

I always tried so hard not to let you worry

Winters’call and me, yeah
Winters’ call and me, yeah
Winters’ call and me, yeah

The ground was cold again

A Frozen layer of leaves

Pretend I’m happy

Turned away from your embrace

I’m troubled by the words

That fail around me

Throw my passions to the rain

Takes another day to wait

I always tried so hard not to let you worry

Winters’ call and me, yeah
Winters’ call and me, yeah
Winters’ call and me, yeah

Music and lyrics by Harris & de Gruyther. Winters’ Call from the Liquorice Tone E.P. recorded in 2003/2004

©Harris & de Gruyther 2014

Loxton’s Time-Travel Gift Certificates

 

Paisley Soul MEME

 

For his birthday this year his family got him a wonderful gift

A time-travel gift certificate

They’re all the rage

 

As he melted into the bath,

With just the steam, pleasant dripping sounds and his thoughts for company

He contemplated the ageing process

 

Thirty-Five, just a number

But it swam at him gloomily

 

How could he be Thirty-Five?

From 12 to now in a blinking of an eye

Still the same in so many ways, excited by Christmas and

Thrilled at the release of Star Wars Episode XVIII

In other ways all he felt was uncertainty and fear

What must it be like to be Sixty-Five?

A brilliant idea occured to him as he dwelt in the tub

There’s only one way to find out his future

Use the certificate and ask the only man who knows.

 

So he gets out of the bath, dries off and pulls on his Superman pyjamas and monster feet slippers

With trembling anticipation he picks up the card containing the certificate

 

“LOXTON’S TIME-TRAVEL GIFT CERTIFICATE

ONE DAY PASS – RETURN TRAVEL INCLUDED*

 

*PLEASE NOTE LOXTON LTD DOES NOT TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANY HISTORICAL EVENTS ALTERED AND THE USE OF THIS PASS IN NO WAYS REFLECTS LOXTON’S ENDORSEMENT OF THE USE OF TIME TRAVEL”

 

He was delighted and choked up with emotion

When they gave him this present, so magnificent

The kids had outdone themselves this year

He could feel its significance

 

He had always wanted to try time-travel

Ever since he saw that film,

You know the one?

That film with the guy from the other thing

 

A time-travel gift certificate

He smiled to himself

Time travel had become so much more affordable these days

All he had to do to activate it was type in the code

So that’s what he did

And the portal opened, swirling lights before him

 

But before he stepped through the shimmering window in time

He pondered his mood of the last Four months

His every action feeling perfunctory

Being miserable and down in the dumps

 

What would he learn from his own future self?

He hoped for happy retirement

Holidays in the sun

He couldn’t envision it the way that life had become

 

His Dad was happy in his retirement days

Travelling about in his camper van

Seeing things he’d always wanted, a whole new life stretching out in front of him

Is what he had often heard him say

Dad was happy, so maybe he could be too

 

So he set the date and location

And stepped through the time-travelling doorway

And what did he see?

 

His own gravestone

Dead at 43

 

©John de Gruyther 2014

Grand Design

This is a poem from last year that I have re-written as I like to experiment with perspectives..

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Selfish

Self-Pity

That’s you today

Can’t concentrate

On anything

Apart from gradual decay

No oil in the engine

Feeling dry

Trying to encounter

Some grand design

Thoughts dwell where they should not

“Empty”

“Vacant”

Just give it a shot

Concentration isn’t everything

Shush can you hear

The worms!!

The ground is breaking and shaking

Beneath lonely toes

Can you see the voices

“Returning”

“Taunting”

Self-deceiving

Always misleading

A confused tumble of forgotten denials

Just do it for the money

Like everybody else

Selling parts

Don’t get left out

Outside with the gold

Glazed interest

No life behind the eyes

Songs, traffic and corruption

Cigarettes and alibis

Can still see the box

Oh God! It’s too heavy to carry

“Heavy”

“Failure”

Stumbling and tripping

To the sounds of odd music

Autumn chill in your hair

Joints not working as well as they did

Selfish

Self-Pity

That’s you

And all the times that you hid

©John de Gruyther 2014

The Rise of Man and So Much Machinery (The Tall Man Chronicles, Poem 4)

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I have now completed the photography for The Tall Man Chronicles and I am in the process of sifting through the pictures to select the best ones for the book. I have almost completed all of the poems and will be editing and formatting very soon. Hopefully everything is on track for a December release. Here is another poem from the collection.

 

The Rise of Man and so Much Machinery

 

In the year 5 ATAF*

A clearing was made

Blood metal shattering the dark blue sky

The Wizened King chuckled

He knew this day would come

“Let it begin then as it must”

Men who started out wide-eyed and with peace in

Their souls

Grew muscles

And greedy

Their eyes blackened by the trickster called

Progress

CHOP CHOP

 

The new hymn of the land

Hacked, ripped and shaken

The trees appalled

As one by one they are murdered

Victim of the saw

Buildings and concrete now to the fore

Twisted metal deformity rising into the skies

Blocking the sun

Nothing is growing

But it is hot

 

Much hotter than any hell

Imagined or created in the mind of Dante

Wisps of cloud churned into black

Smoking decadence

The ground turned to ash

Oil and smoking chimneys bellowing

Ferocious toxins

Invisible liquids escaping from fridges

Rubbish heaps full of used nappies

Flying metal monsters

Dripping chemicals and lies

The animals are herded

Force fed supplements

Tall Man

Weeps in dignified pent-up silence

A house built on his toes

 

Once friends in harmony

Man now a deadly foe

Burn down the garden of Eden

No room for paradise to grow

Farewell Magmell

Elysian Fields in decay

The land of trees soon to be gone

Moksha already with us

Now in flames

*After the Axe fell

 

© John de Gruyther 2014

Words and Photography by John de Gruyther

 

 

People Watching

Maybe St. Mary knew this place well
She certainly didn’t drink coffee here
Waiting for kin
Discussing theology
Feet on the street

Cobbled pavements
The might of a dragon
Not sure what bus to catch
Watching people go by and about
Blinking into the sun

Free and with freedom

Copyright John de Gruyther 2014