Roy Stannard's Blog

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  • Farewell, Old Long Since

    It was a year that didn’t stop for anyone but there will be another one along in a minute. Read more

  • Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere

    Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere Before the rise and fall of everything When the tilting storm clouds creased their foreheads And the world felt numb I searched for meaning in words and phrases like a dictionary compiler struck blind I couldn’t see for the eyes in front of me I couldn’t hear because there were too many… Read more

  • The Poppies

    We were at peace with the poppies, whispering like moths wings on a perfect Sussex hillside Feeling the fairy stems caress our legs like a repeated yes, yes. Read more

  • It Was Darker Then

    A poem about revolution inside and outside the heart. Read more

  • Moment

    Moment   There was a New York moment An ice-splinter in a sheet of sunlight When without the aid of smart devices Using dumb mind trails and heartstrings We managed to connect Like two sparrowhawks circling the Downs Two wayfaring strangers caught in eye contact A brother and a sister separated at the orphanage The… Read more

  • @petefij thanks 4 Homeboy – Terry and I did some stuff Brighton Festival FM project back in 1996. doing a weekly show on http://www.seahavenfm.com Read more

  • Scarecrows

    No longer see straw men But the beauty of lovers Making hay while the sun shines. Read more

  • 2012 in review

    The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: 600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 12,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 20 years to get… Read more

  • Winter

    https://soundcloud.com/roystannard/roy-stannard-winter Recorded live on Roy Stannard’s ‘The Whole Nine Yards’ – my weekly radio show on Seahaven FM 96.3 and online at www.seahavenfm.com on Thursday 6th December 2013 this is a poem about Winter inspired by the South Downs just north of Newhaven at Rodmell and Piddinghoe close to where I work. The music bed… Read more

  • Forgiveness

    Forgiveness You are barely sketched, like a catching shutter A hesitant boy, a man bud Afraid to blossom, huddled in front of the man you became Pre-lined face, milky and indistinct like moon mist Framed for future crimes In pre-figured recognition, the prequel to me, a déjà view Seeing what was to become of you… Read more