Post by morningall on Mar 4, 2009 14:16:56 GMT
Just doodling around in my head a while ago listling to the big guy in the morning. So here's a little poem as a result. I hope you don't mind me sharing it with you.
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A kiss on the cheek from my wife as I head for the car and my 9 to 5 life.
With a downhearted sigh, I turn the ignition, buckle my seat and set forth on my mission.
With my spirits now spiralling low, I turn to my trusty old car radio.
And I pray that please god today that it functions, as I head towards hell and the motorway junctions.
Thankfully, she springs into life, So I search the waves for an audible gem, as I turn the dial from F to M, and then onto W and I find a young man saying sorry to trouble you, but you should know that teen pregnancy is rife. Oh and peace in the Middle East is breaking up, but good grief all this while I am still waking up.
Then a tense heated phone-in has contributors moaning about their woes and societies ills.
Oh, “the plights of our times and the financial grimes and the cost of your petrol refills.”
But right now I can’t handle despairs, so I tune off from stories of sad world affairs.
You see I just need tranquillity not stories of military, social scandal and shame, or political blame.
So reaching back for the dial, I fumble a while, and arrive at, ah yes, it’s our Terry.
Now this is my choice, just to hear a kind voice and a show just a whole lot more… merry.
Because I just want to sit, and listen a bit, to a calm and comforting chap, who can hopefully assist in removing my mist and in helping my mind to unwrap.
So he’ll read out a poetic ditty then chat with that kind sounding lady.
He’ll play likeable tracks to help me relax, not 2-pac, Snoop Dog, or Slim Shady.
And I may not be devout but even I have no doubt that when ‘Pause for Thought’ comes on the air..
I have an uplifting feeling for community healing and a life to be led honourable and fair.
And finally I’m here, I have now arrived. So thank you kind Sir, my sole has revived.
And with a smile on my face my day ahead clears, I turn off the engine… and Terry, disappears.
Paul S, Dorking
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A kiss on the cheek from my wife as I head for the car and my 9 to 5 life.
With a downhearted sigh, I turn the ignition, buckle my seat and set forth on my mission.
With my spirits now spiralling low, I turn to my trusty old car radio.
And I pray that please god today that it functions, as I head towards hell and the motorway junctions.
Thankfully, she springs into life, So I search the waves for an audible gem, as I turn the dial from F to M, and then onto W and I find a young man saying sorry to trouble you, but you should know that teen pregnancy is rife. Oh and peace in the Middle East is breaking up, but good grief all this while I am still waking up.
Then a tense heated phone-in has contributors moaning about their woes and societies ills.
Oh, “the plights of our times and the financial grimes and the cost of your petrol refills.”
But right now I can’t handle despairs, so I tune off from stories of sad world affairs.
You see I just need tranquillity not stories of military, social scandal and shame, or political blame.
So reaching back for the dial, I fumble a while, and arrive at, ah yes, it’s our Terry.
Now this is my choice, just to hear a kind voice and a show just a whole lot more… merry.
Because I just want to sit, and listen a bit, to a calm and comforting chap, who can hopefully assist in removing my mist and in helping my mind to unwrap.
So he’ll read out a poetic ditty then chat with that kind sounding lady.
He’ll play likeable tracks to help me relax, not 2-pac, Snoop Dog, or Slim Shady.
And I may not be devout but even I have no doubt that when ‘Pause for Thought’ comes on the air..
I have an uplifting feeling for community healing and a life to be led honourable and fair.
And finally I’m here, I have now arrived. So thank you kind Sir, my sole has revived.
And with a smile on my face my day ahead clears, I turn off the engine… and Terry, disappears.
Paul S, Dorking