Wednesday, May 22, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 288 (B)

THE-HOLLYWOOD-HEROES-AND-
STARRY-OTHERS-IN-SALTBURN-BY-THE-SEA
The famed, they filed
down Stardust Alley,
towards Glenside
and Saltburn Valley.

Though Stardust Alley
was not Stardust then,
just a rear cut
to Saltburn's glen.

A cobblestoned lane
joins a dirt track
from Glenside's front
to Albion Terrace's back.

The famed, they filed
down Stardust Alley,
towards Glenside
and Saltburn valley.

(This verse is better explained in 6 or 7
info sheets posted on this blog, I already having met with Tom
Fletcher, Pete Doherty and Paul McCartney)

SOARING AND SINKING
I see, girl, in your eyes
the blue of the sea and of the skies.
I'm off the ground, I'm off the land,
flying-but-drowning, understand.

CONTROL FREAKS
There is always someone
who loves to control
the bodies around them,
steal their very soul.
There is always someone
who'd rise to the top,
control the country and
give democracy the chop.

A FAT-CAT WOMAN
UP A TREE
The weekly sum
she spends on her cats,
many families live
on far less than that.

Her weekly pay
as a stuck-up MP
makes her a pussycat
near the top of the tree.

"BEAUTIFUL BUT GOODBYE"
Beautiful as is a butterfly,
yet with the sting of a bee.
To her I'd to say goodbye,
she sure wasn't the girl for me
with only her surface beauty.

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 288 (A)

HER LONGING LONESOME HEART
In London, it's Liverpool Street Station
for the girl's up North destination.
At the platform the train's just stood.
Sergeant Pepper's music plays in her head.
She hears his Lonely Heat's Club Band.
Another town seems like another land.
Love has gone away, city romance ends.
She heads for home and helpful friends.
Alone in the crowds, even with London lights,
it's back to a small town's starry nights.

APOLLO ATTENDED BY THE MUSES ?
I'm a-Mused, I'm be-Mused,
to the highest degrees
as to low-down politicians,
and to which I make no Apollo-gies !

NO MORE A MAGICAL AMOUR
There is not the magic
for her anymore
since her word-wizard
walked out the door.

Gone has the guy
who spoke into her eyes
while he caressed
so softly her thighs.

Gone now has the guy
who made her spirit rise.
Gone the girl's man
and his amour.

A LIFE-TIME'S FLOWER
were we really dying
from the time we are born,
we'd not grow to kiss life's rose
nor feel its cruel thorn.

A MORN MARE RIDE
The girl is out riding
this early morn
upon a white horse
she calls a unicorn.

A sea-breeze her gold-hair
is to blow
as she chases after
a fading rainbow.

Chase that dream,
go chase that dream,
upon a horse
white as icecream.

Chase that rainbow
across the sand
till you find yourself
in fairyland.

Chase that rainbow
but, girl, be aware
that fairyland, too,
has its nightmares.

Friday, April 12, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (J)

FACT NOT FICTION
He'd build a rocket,
leave behind the EU.
Leave behind Britain,
the whole globe too.

He'd soar through space,
head for the stars.
Play Robinson Crusoe
up there on Mars.

Sick of the politicians,
of the lies and fake news.
Sick of the pollution
and of power's abuse,

yes build a rocket
he would, if he could.
So down on the ground
is his neighbourhood.

MAYTIME MAYOR
Who'll be our Mayor
elected in May ?
"We're sick of votes,"
the people say,
already worn down
by the PM May.

Monday, April 8, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (I)

BRANSON PICKLE
Richard Branson,
don't an air-hostess tickle;
she might land you
in a damn pickle !

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (H)

PARLIAMENTRY PANTALOONS
There's divide-and-conquer,
but no divide-and-rule.
You cannot rule division, find,
as now sees wise-man and fool !

THE MARCH MADNESS MAN ?
Mad as a March hare,
I'm one of the old-loons
who so-think April showers
shall one day be monsoons !

Monday, February 25, 2019

from MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP No. 128 the flyer/circular

From the flyer/circular:- Though Irish, Spike Milligan's parents were living in India when he was born, thus he said he was Indian. The comic became friend to Prince Charles. He voted Labour, though he'd fall out with the party at times, and fall out with the BBC for whom he worked. His manager, Norma Farnes, often visited a friend on Glenside, next door to me, and would sometimes bring Spike along for the ride. The comic was much concerned with pollution and overpopulation. He wrote both funny and serious verses, having a big fan in Joanna Lumley. Known for his collaboration with Peter Sellers in The Goon Show, he went onto his own tv series and wrote comical novels about his part in the war. He was an inspiration to the Monty Python's Flying Circus team whom I also met when there was a celebrity/star gig in Teesside, which I've mentioned more than once before. Eric Idle was over from where he was living in Bangkok. I was back from teaching English Language there, and in Pattaya, Thailand. The celebs arrived - from Middlesbrough in taxis, mini-buses, coaches - on Albion Terrace, throughout the day, and the next, filing down the alley at the rear, past my side-door on Glenside, some to go through the nearby wood to the seafront pubs, some to take the S-bank route. Cate Blanchet asked to use my toilet, but then decided most everyone else might want to! So she didn't. Later, in a tv interview, she joked the English live in alleyways! I'd earlier informed Tom Fletcher of McFly and Pete Doherty of The Libertines/Babyshambles that they, and any of their friends wishing to visit Saltburn, could use the alleyway, to avoid the town centre. Paul McCartney was already aware of my magazine Saltburn Scene. He'd received a copy on the Mull of Kintyre. David Bowie, Paul Simon and Clint Eastwood were amongst the last to arrive. Richard Branson, Simon Cowell and the Oasis brothers were amongst the first. Pere Waterman was surprised to learn from me that his old pal, Trev Teasdel, had lived for a time in Saltburn. I understand the landlady of The Queen public house has many photos of visiting celebs. Cheers mateys, Captain Mark

Thursday, February 21, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (G)

CHOOSED TO BE
NO NEW MUSE SHE
She could have been
my Angel of the North,
or the Valkyrie
on a heaven-high horse.

My angel, my goddess,
my latest verse-muse
the girl might have been.
She chose yesterday's news !

Saturday, February 16, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (F)

LOVERS UNLINKED
He found her stocking
in his bottom drawer.
She found his cufflink
on her bedroom floor.
There is no knocking
at each-other's door.
Stockings and cufflinks
are from a world before.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (E)

A-GIRL'S-DAMN-ANGRY-DAD'S-
DOUBLE-BARREL-BLAST
Her daddy pointed a big-shotgun.
Said "Marry my daughter or you're dead, son.
In seven months the stork will arrive,
so get over here boy and look-alive !
Two months pregnant is my little girl.
Say your prayers and goodbye to the world,
or come right here and be wedded
to she whom you went and bedded !"
Those were the days before the Pill
way up there on Hillbilly-Hill.
Those were the days when sex was a sin
and not as healthy as a hillside spring.
And so they married, the child kept hush
till the stork left it under the gooseberry-bush.

THE-HONEY-POT-MOON-
DOWNWARD-POURED
My girl and I lay together spooned.
Outside the window the night was mooned.
The stars, like eyes, our bodies ate
with their glare, our bed their plate.
I did not take her for my wife.
We did not pair like fork and knife.
My girl and I lay together in a spoon
while poured-down upon us a honeyed-moon.

VALENTINE-VERSE-MINE
My pen says more
than can I
when we speak
eye to eye.

My heart says more
than can I
when we meet.
I'm too shy.

Convention's surely
not my line,
but hear this:
be my valentine.

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (D)

DARK DAYS
On the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came,
riding high above the tops of trees and hills,
over pond and lake and old country lane.

On rocks in the sea the mermaids sat and sang
while along the shore the water-nymphs played,
there to be caught by the sharp eye of any young man
who onto the moonlit cliffs had strayed.

And on the pirates' or the smugglers' ship
he might have spied far out beyond the bay
the jolly sailors, after their all-round trip,
through his telescope, drunk and at play.

Yes on the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came.
It's said there is black magic still,
or that such darkness shall come again.

UGLY-THE-WITCH-WITHIN
Under the spell
of her beauty
he was the sword
to her sorcery.

Fight the beauty
and her spell ?
Kings and fools -
truth to tell -

have found it hard
to try to resist
the skin-deep beauty
of a soul-ugly witch.

Saturday, February 2, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (C)

A-HOUSE-HAUNT
Down the road that leads to the old mill
the haunted house was standing still
where Tom and Paul used to play
long ago on that fateful day.
The house was not haunted then,
but the two were to pretend
that a ghost went its rounds
and that they both were out of bounds.
There the pair would clown, would fool,
that day they were truant from school,
yet something dreadful was to occur
and set young Tom's mind astir.
Now young Paul has long been dead
for against a beam he struck his head,
though Tom insisted Paul did not die,
were you to ask he'd have told you why.
It was because they'd meet up to play
every year on that fateful day,
while the two together you'd not see
as Paul was the ghost of Tom's memory.

THE SINGER MISS G. MOTH SOARED
War had come around again.
Find the girl had took the name
of the Gypsy Moth aeroplane.
In the bar soldiers thronged
to hear her voice her songs
of lovers and lovers wronged.
All their fears they overcame
with a soaring sing-along.

DRAWING A LINE BETWEEN ?
She was drunk on love
when she phoned.
He was very-drunk
and droned and droned.
She'd not heard him
when this stoned.
She put down the phone,
hung up on him.
He'd be hung over
in the morning.
A landline now drawn
'tween both of them ?

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (B)

FREE SPEECH
You can speak of freedom,
you can win applause:
and yet speak freely,
you must die for your cause !

CAREERING TOWARDS
COMPLETE CONTROL ?
There has always been division
due to our individuality.
At our very best
we can agree to disagree.

Who wants to be the same
when we can be unique ?
Most governments don't like that,
it makes their power weak.

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 287 (A)

EDWIN-THE-BEHEADED-KING
The ravens perch
upon the headstones
in the graveyard where
lay buried the bones
of York's King Edwin
whom, in battle beheaded,
in Whitby Abbey's grounds
was then bedded.
Hilda of the Abbey
was his great-niece.
Now, like Dracula ?
the King was a peace.

BASKING IN THE BAST-LIKE SMILE
Bast, offspring of Isis,
Bast of the cat or lion-head.
Bast, director of the sun's rays
it once had been said.
Musicians come play, dancers come dance,
time for a Bast festivity.
I bask in the very sunny-smile
of a sure-catlike Siamese lady.

WENT-A-WATER-HORSE-KNIGHT-RIDER
A fairy-knight upon a kelpie rode.
It swam as fast as the river flowed
through the valley 'tween highland hills.
And under an old haggy's spells
her minute minions took up their bows,
and fired, at the pair, poisoned arrows.
But swam the kelpie with such speed
the arrows missed the knight and his steed.
There is magic in thoughts just as fast,
and imaginations that sure do spell-cast.

THE ARTIST-AND-THE-POET
Kate went to live in Newcastle
where had been filmed Get Carter.
I went to live in York City
where'd be filmed some of Harry Potter.
A sort of grim reality or fairy-story
our own dreams we had to pursue.
Cities are often made of both.
Oh katy, have you found that too ?


Friday, February 1, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 286 (E)

GREEN GIANT AHEAD OF THE GAME
A Green Knight, as green as holly,
rode into King Arthur's court, bold as a berry.
Prickly was the Green Knight's boast
to Arthur's guests, and to their very-host
whom to his challenge, would've give way
to the Knight sent by Morgan le Fay,
or Morgan the Fairy, as we English say,
who held the Knight under her sway.
But Gawain, or Gavin, Arthur's nephew,
a fine man of honour and integrity too,
took up the challenge, ah yes Gawain
took up the Knight's Beheading Game.
The Knight's head fell like a berry,
yet still he rode-off, and merry !
Head back on his shoulders he went,
the Knight whom Morgan le Fay had sent.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 286 (D)

A-LANDED-DOLPHIN-DESTINY ?
The word love's been abused
by churches and by states,
by rascals and revolutionaries
whose hearts know only hate.

The word love's been abused
by many writing songs
who think only of the money,
but do not get me wrong

for there are those who love
though love's not reciprocated
by the ones who are loved.
Returned love is not fated.

Do not go march for love,
who are you to demand it ?
Love leaps like the dolphin;
sure is very hard to land it.


Monday, January 21, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 286 (C)

A DARKLY-DRESSED DANDY
WAS BAUDELAIRE
Fashions go out,
new ones get in.
The black-peacock ?
Yes very-much him.
The darksome dandy
in the darkling.

Opium and brothels,
his poems a-flower,
Charles Baudelaire
in the midnight hour.
These, and these only,
his ivory tower.

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 286 (B)

ETERNAL YOUTH (II)
Yes I'm a Peter Pan,
young ladies keep me youthful.
The Muse of all my muses -
if I am to be truthful -
is the goddess of verse-poetry.
Forever young sure is she.

HOUSE !
We 'lived in sin' -
you understand the lingo ?-
for thirteen years.
Lucky for some. Ours "Bingo !"

GOLDEN ERAS
Britain was an empire
as once great Rome.
In empire-building
we were not alone.
Other countries, too,
were wont to enslave,
equality being
for those in the grave.
Racism's not only
for a few whites,
and sexism wears
trousers or tights,
while - as to ageism -
we all grow old.
There's just not a time
to call pure-gold.

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 286 (A)

MORGAN LE FAY
Caliburn or Excalibur,
the sword in the stone
was as an arrow
in the heart of flesh-and-bone.
'Twas no pink Cupid
let loose his shaft
but Morgan-the-Fay
with-bolt-sharp-witchcraft

AN AGES OLD STORY
Not always the same person,
we change as do the seasons.
Dust unto dust,
change we must.

A PHANTOM LOVER VERSE FIND
The man came forth
from out red mist,
embraced the girl,
oh how they kissed.

Oh how they kissed,
the man and girl,
the red mist grew,
in the otherworld

she found herself
with the phantom
who was her lover,
all earthly things gone.

All earthly things gone,
earthly stuff sure lost.
Their very love, though,
so worth the cost.

COVER-TO-COVER-JOURNEYS-
JACQUELINE-WITH-THE-MUSIC-OF-RAY
Saw her sat in beatnik-black.
She read a novel by Kerouac.
Hit the road Jack, hit the road Jack
(from front cover to back),
hit the road Jacqueline.

Saw her sat in beatnik-black.
She listened to a Ray Charles track.
Hit the road Jack, hit the road Jack
(en route to the end, sit back),
hit the road Jacqueline.

THE-DAMN-UNTRUSTWORTHY-POLITICAL-
PARTIES-PROBLEM-CAN'T-NOW-BE-SOLELY-MINE ?
LABOUR sure brings to mind
Red-Russia's labour camps.
TORIES sure bring to mind
the blood-sucking vamps
myths tell us prey on man.
This verse says, "Both go hang."

BAMBI'S BACK
Tony Blair's illegal war,
the death of whistle-blower Kelly.
The smugly smiling man is back -
as to Brexit -on the telly,

trying to re-win favour
with people who'd voted Remain.
Ex-Labour-leader now millionaire.
Red Rose... and blood-red-stain.


Saturday, January 19, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (J)

STRIPPERGRAM SEAMAN
Long John Silver
in his underwear.
Long John Silver
found almost bare.
Long John Silver,
she shall see
him going for gold
at her hen party !

NO MORE  A DOWNBEAT DECK-DANCING
NOW MY SHIP SHALL SAIL
Your big lies have been whaled,
your beasts have been impaled
and it's time, girl, my boat sailed
far from yet a further chance
of you leading me a merry-dance.
Say farewell to our brief romance,
yes say farewell to another chance,
this relationship has, girl, failed.

A-MERCILESS-MADAM-MILKS-HER-
SO-SEXY-HARD-WORKERS-DRY
Very much a pushy-pussy,
a big-bossy-boots,
the doggone drug-dealer
with whom she's in cahoots
wears his golden chain
as if it is a medal
for all the stuff he's sold,
for all the drugs he's peddled.
The big-bossy-boots
goes wear her sable;
her guy has his purchasers
and she has her stable
of good-looker hookers
with their time for sale.
At her Majesty's service
she will reside in jail
just like a caged rat -
or rat caught in a trap -
very much a pushy-pussy
no more milk to lap !

Friday, January 18, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (I)

JUST JUNO
June called herself Juno,
the Roman goddess of fertility.
She'd say it with  a sexy smile,
and what a beauty she.

It was many a year ago
this very-fine girl I knew.
The Roman goddess of fertility
even more beautiful grew.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (H)

WORD-POWER WIZARD
One was a warlock who -
out of envious spite -
struck a word-wizard
with a great-might.

But the word-wizard's magic -
in his book of verses -
overcame the warlock
and his many curses.

A-CRUISING-DREAMBOAT-CAPTAIN-
MISSED-SHY-SHE
Opportunity for her knocked
but she left closed the door.
The boat to dreams was rocked,
she landed back on the shore.

He'd sailed into her harbour -
the captain of the cruise -
there he was to down anchor,
gave her good time to choose.

Opportunity for her knocked
but she left closed the door.
Days, months, years up clocked
he cruised her way no more.

BREAKING-IN THE BEASTS
The offspring of the elephants
the Thais beat with sticks
so as to tame the baby beasts,
make them do fancy tricks.

Living by the elephant farm
on Pattaya City's skirts
I saw the brutal beatings,
I felt the animals' hurts.

They reared their baby heads,
waved their trunks at blue skies
as if their Hindu god Ganesh
had closed his elephant eyes.

Had the Hindu god Ganesh
his elephant eyes truly closed ?
Did they try poke him awake
with their trunks, their long nose ?

HIS DAD'S HAND-ME-DOWNS ?
Call him The Great Fatsby,
he really is a fat-cat.
Huge house here, huge house there,
and more than just one yacht.
You do have to wonder
why he drives a Rolls
when he's so roly-poly
he'd benefit from swift-strolls.

Call him The Great Fatsby,
he never was self-made;
no rags to riches story,
his wealth does he parade
as if he's somebody special,
as if he's  Mister Big.
As if he's The Great Gatsby
without the backing jazz gig.

MAD AS THE MAN IN THE MOON ?
Some think the earth is flat,
think it no sphere.
Boats sail over the edge ?
Seamen to disappear ?

Some think the moon's a disc
visited by no man,
"No real rocketship
could ever there land."

We each take a view
that others will not,
so sure we're the one
hasn't lost the plot.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (G)

THE CAPITAL COMIC
He thought he was Che Guevara
but was more like Wolfie Smith
the comical tv character
who gave our spirits a lift.

He made a bomb out of revolution
with angry words and waving fist,
selling Che Guevara T-shirts.
Now calls himself a capitalist !

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (F)

SHE-IS-THE-FIERY-FIEND-
WITH-HER-PITCHFORK
She's a woman scorned
and now she's horned,
cloven-hooved, dragon-tailed.

Yes she's a woman scorned,
into a fiend transformed,
board your ship, set sail.

She's a woman scorned,
you have been warned,
on her fork don't get impaled.

Monday, January 14, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (E)

A PLAYTIME QUEEN'S QUARRY
Way down her back
her dark hair streamed.
It was every night
the young boy dreamed
of his one true friend
the Jackdaw Quarry queen.

In the Jackdaw Quarry
the two of them played.
Visions of the girl
with him have stayed.
His memories of her
shall not go fade.

Yes down her back
her dark her streamed,
and how her eyes
to the boy gleamed.
But long ago flew
the Jackdaw Quarry queen.

SMOKE AND CLOUDS
Both had jobs at the factory
which churned out black-smoke.
"I sure think you're the girl for me,"
coughed aloud the guy, "no joke !"
Now the two are a so-happy pair,
high as white-clouds in the air.

THE DOWN-AT-HEEL DOLLY
She'd like to be a call-girl,
live in fairytale Amsterdam;
lie in bed much of the day
with some wealthy man.

She'd like to be a call-girl
and not have to walk the street
in a dull poor people's town.
Spend less time on her feet !

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (D)

FREELAND ENGLAND
"You'll be home for Christmas"
my father was told,
as were my grandfathers,
all the brave and bold
who went to war
to fight for democracy,
a land fit for heroes,
all their children free.
They'd get to know
lies, lies, lies were told
to all the soldiers
who were brave and bold.
Two World Wars
and the same old story,
"You fight for peace
and a land of glory."
But where is it now,
this democracy ?
What kind of future
can we hope to see?

FIND-TWO-FACES-TO-JANUS-
A-GATEWAY-GUARDIAN
Without there being love
there can only be hate ?
You may live with neither
until one comes through the gate !

A PUBES BY CUBES PAINTER
An artist was Picasso
who liked the cube
as well as the fair sex
who posed for him nude.

Yes a painter was Picasso
and much older than those
who were far from square
in their cool naked pose.

YES-IT-IS-A-TIGER-GIRL
Like the fierce Blakean tiger afire
comes the girl with symmetry and ire.
Of her burning beauty who could tire ?
Of her anger who would not desire
such abandon beneath the bed-linen ?
Big-cat, wild-cat, cub-cat, sex-kitten.

A HOOKER
In her fishnet stockings
by the park gate,
the girl's the hook
and she's the bait,
and if your appetite
has been whetted
you'll be hooked
as well as netted !

Saturday, January 12, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (C)

A STREET HALF-AWAKE
The postman whistles
in the morning sun.
The half-asleep street
would strike him dumb
with curses, damnation.
The twittering birds
they'd also silence
with some foul words.
Can't face the day
so it sure seems.
They'd like full-sleep,
a world of dreams.

PLAYING PARTY POLITICS
You can support PC
and play politics
when the other party
lets a non-PC word slip,
fall on your own sword
when you, find, go slip
on a non-PC word
in the game of politics.

DIZZY DUO'S CLIMBDOWN
Up the Blackpool Tower
and the Eiffel too,
climbed you and I,
went me and you;
and there we viewed
the 'pool city lights,
and there we viewed
the Parisian sights.
But I am afraid
it was found to be true...
we were not meant
to last dizzy-heights.

MOTHER EARTH
A plastic sea, find a plastic sea,
and all countrysides concreted.
Is this how the world's to be ?
Mother Nature so defeated.

A BITTER BITE
The sweet-apples offered
will almost always turn damn sour
once the sweet-apple offerers
find themselves in power.
The apple-green envy of politicians
poisons their systems when in opposition.

from MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 107 (the flyer/circular)

From Magic Ship flyer/circular:- Ever the adventurous child, following my star Aquarius, I was able - as an adult - to inform many fellow Saltburners of what they were unaware, via my community magazine, Saltburn Scene. You can mount Huntcliff, and walk along the top to where a Roman fort had once stood, by climbing the footpath behind The Ship (Inn) where the King-of-Smugglers once was landlord, and passing behind the old coastguard cottages. You can also walk along the rocky foot of Huntcliff (check high and low tide times first) till you come to skinningrove and its legend of a captured merman. The car park by Cat Nab and miniature railway in Saltburn was once a boating lake. Where the rail is situated now was once a donkey field. Donkey rides were given on the beach. A residential fairground complete with a gypsy fortune teller stood on the seafront. The half-penny Bridge spanning the valley, over the beck, no more exists, come twilight bats may be seen winging in circles by the beck, or burn, from which Saltburn gets its name. Along the lower promenade in the opposite direction to The Ship (Inn) if you walk far enough you'll come to Hazel wood. Witches used hazel wands in folklore. This wood leads to the old caravan site the back way. The miniature rail leads to the Valley Garden. Above the Valley Garden is a path leading to Fairy Glen and through the deeper Rifts Wood. At the end of Rifts Wood is a path which gives a spectacular view of the Victorian Viaduct, and a path to the right which brings you back into the town's Marske Mill Lane or alternatively Victoria Terrace and Victoria Road leading to Glenside, where I used to live, before moving to York and then Bangkok and Pattaya in Thailand. Some of these areas have since been signposted and there are information postings now, also. Saltburn Scene got around, even overseas, and attracted celebs and film makers. Paul McCarntney of the Beatles and of Wings was given a copy on the Mull of Kintyre. I later met him and he said he liked my article on the Victorian pier and piece on the woodland 'jenny wren'. Prolific poet, Captain Mark. 

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (B)

LOOKING FORWARD TO A FUTURE TIME ?
Fast-forward wind to the future
as if life's a film projection.
What do I see, in this here movie,
as though mine's a psychic connection ?
What I do see, in this here movie,
is ever the comedy and the tragedy.

VERY CLOSE TO VACATION
The eye of my mind
has seen inside your head,
and there it was, girl,
that your thoughts got read.

Has it not been said
there's a book in everyone ?
You're more a postcard
with very-few lines upon.

SNOWY OWL MPs ?
A parliament of owls ?
No wise-birds are all these.
They're more the cocaine-heads
or crack addicts, if you so please !

THE TOUGH TIMES' TROTTERS
We got through the Winter of Discontent
which helped usher in Maggie Thatcher.
We got through the hefty Poll-Tax
that many were to suffer under her.
We Brits are known to tough-it-out
while in the trough our politicians' snouts.

SAD AS A CLOWNFISH
Just like the clownfish
out the ocean deep,
only she was shallow
with a circus clown's feet.

Yes so like the clownfish,
with a circus clown's feet.
Imagine she had tail-fins,
huge would be their sweep.
You've got to laugh to yourself
otherwise you should weep.

A SHIPPING-OUT POEM
My over-six-foot-casket -
during my cremation -
will be a Viking long-ship.
Such is my imagination.
Yes a real long-ship set afire
would be more to my desire !

A RUM DREAM
All hands on deck
from down below.
Through the rigging
feel the wind blow.
Unfurl the flag
this wind-swept day,
set the boat's sails,
up anchor and away.

Ye gods, were it so;
ye gods, were it so...
the dream cruises on,
my head lies low !

THE DOE-RABBIT JUMPER JUST
THOUGHT A TRICKSY-BUCK A
TOP-HAT ACT
The magician was a rabbit,
oh yes a bob-tailed hopper
who pulled a tiny female-human
from his seemingly empty topper.

Then the stage-conjurer -
with his magic carrotstick -
made a jumpy-bunny of she
who just made the buck her 'trick'.

THE COMING KEEPER ?
The collective is a pen, a keep,
and the collected are all sheep,
or so the collector would have it be ?
"The collected WILL think the same.
The collected MUST play the game.
Nevermore any individuality,"
shall say the shepherd of a future time
should democracy begin to fail or decline ?

A-HELL-HOUND'S-HEAVENLY-DESIRE
Go dig with a fury,
go dig with fire,
go dig with a passion,
go dig with desire.
Dig a deep hole
there in the zone
you sure think buried
a big juicy bone,
just like the world
digs a grave of its own.

THE TYKE ON THE MOTORBIKE
The guy was a tyke,
more suited to a child's trike
than he was to a motorbike.
Out of control from the start,
here and there he'd dart.
Folk would have to part
or be mowed down in a bunch.
Yes he sure was out to lunch !
It came to the crunch
when he was to go crash,
when he was to go smash.
He was gone in a dash.

from MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 121 (the flyer/circular)

Snippet from Magic Ship flyer/circular:- Alice Cooper was the name of a witch supposedly burnt at the stake in America. Singer/screamer Vincent Furnier, son of a preacher, and his group of musicians, a shock-rock outfit, claiming to be surrealists, became The Alice Cooper Band. Vincent later, legally, took  the name Alice for himself.
A fan of author Edgar Allan Poe, Furnier's act was a gothic horror show. They'd a big hit with the single 'School's Out. Fame, or infamy, made him a neighbor of horror film actor Vincent Price, of whom he was also a fan. He bit the heads off realistic-looking bats, before Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a real one thrown on stage. Ozzy sang about the O-zone Layer in the 1970s, but many Tory and Labour MPs were in denial as to climate change even in the late 1980s. I met both Alice and Ozzy and a great many other celebs, 10-12 years ago, when they visited scenic Saltburn due to my magazine, Saltburn Scene, and due to the members of young bands I'd helped out lyrically, and with band names. The stars/celebs were attending gigs in Teesside, Manchester and near London, film maker Oliver Stone confirmed to me. The three venues were a celebrity bash. Professor Brian Cox was among them. Have a Cosmic Christmas, Cap'n Mark

From MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 123 (the flyer/circular)

From Magic Ship flyer/circular:- David Coverdale was born in Saltburn though he also lived in Middlesbrough and spent a lot of time in Redcar. He first came to my attention when I saw him sing for a band called Stormy Weather in a Saltburn pub, and later with The Government at Redcar's Coatham Hotel/Jazz Club. Deep Purple were looking for a vocalist to replace Ian Gillan who'd left the band. Guitarist Ritchie Blackmore had favoured Paul Rodgers of Free, who'd also lived in Middlesbrough, but Rodgers had other ideas and formed Bad Company with a member of Mott The Hoople. He'd later still be Freddie Mercury's replacement in Queen. It was Coverdale landed the job with Purple. Blackmore later left Deep Purple, supposedly wanting to form a band called Baby Face with Phil Lynot of Thin Lizzy, but formed Rainbow instead, without Lynot. Deep Purple eventually broke up (reforming some years later with Ian Gillan back as vocalist). Ritchie's band were made up of members from Elf. Singer Dio would later front Black Sabbath who'd previously been fronted by Ozzy Osbourne. Ian Gillan would briefly front Sabbath on their album 'Born Again'. Coverdale went on to form Whitesnake (sexual innuendo, though it is suggestive of Bram Stoker's novel about the 'White Worm'?). Now living in America's Hook City, Dave would visit Saltburn when over here in England, looking up old pals, and his female friends Sue and Julie. Sue had been a local singer too, and kept old copies of my community magazine Saltburn Scene for him to read. She lived in Zetland Terrace. Julie was a girlfriend before he found fame. Sue and Dave came by my door on Glenside, walking her dogs. She hoped I'd do an interview with him, but I was preparing to move to York, and only doing a flyer similar to Magic Ship called The Ship's Log. Coverdale was somewhat bashful anyway, Sue was just urging him on, but he liked what I'd already written about him, mentioning him to much younger locals, and said he liked my 'fairytale-type verses', wishing he could write similar lyrics. Ironic really, considering Hook City conjures up images from Peter Pan! Ha. Cheers mateys, Captain Mark 

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 285 (A)

HIGH TIME AND A
LOW TIDE
We shared a bath
by candlelight,
"Mermaid," and "Merman,"
we laughed outright.
Her naked body
was a pure delight.
The candles burnt
like stars in the night,
but time is the tide
that turns at its height.

THE FAR-OUT FEMALE-FRIEND
She could be pink,
blue or green,
someone somewhere
men have not been.

She could be from
way beyond Mars,
someone somewhere
beneath a far star.

She could be someone
out of this world.
Does not a man desire
that kind of girl ?

THE OVER-HEAVY ROAD AHEAD
We are on the road
 to an overload?
Many more mouths to feed ?
Verdant forests fall,
should we crush all
as man continues to breed ?

SELFISH SHELLFISH
She clams shut,
tight as a nut,
won't open up.
Shellfish. Selfish.


A CUTTING-OUT-CARDBOARD CAT
He lived in Cardboard City
though not cut out for that.
He slept inside a box
like a fierce stray alley-cat.

The guy's no more homeless,
lives in a cramped-bedsit.
Hardly room to swing a cat
by the tail; he's glad of it !

A SPIKY-HEELED DOORMAT
TREADER
Just how many times
must a guy forgive
a girl who doesn't learn ?
Just how long live
with open arms
and an open door,
lie like a mat
upon the floor
for her to walk over
with stiletto-shoes ?
No more chances, girl,
your advances refused.

THOUGHTS ABOVE
Yes I'm an outsider, girl,
on my thoughts you may intrude
as they go round the world
in their satellite solitude.

SHE'S A BIT OSTRICH-BIRD
A law-laying
bird is she
who'd lay her laws
down on me.

Lady Little-Legs,
her laws are eggs
I'd just break,
make no mistake.

She's no tall bird
but understand
she buries her head
there in the sand

like an ostrich.
What blind justice !
Lady Little-Legs
can keep her eggs.