A Community Network for Bowes Park and Bounds Green
A LIFE ALPHABET RHYME
A is for apple, shiny and bright
B is for bat, who flies in the night.
C is for cow, munching on hay
D is for dragonfly, hunting its prey.
E is for eggs, snug in the nest
F is for flea, an unwelcome guest
G is for grasshopper, buzzing its call
H is for hedgehog, who rolls in a ball.
I is for iris, a flag in the breeze
J is for jellyfish, floating in seas.
K is for kingfisher, skimming the stream
Added by Andie Phillips on October 21, 2018 at 9:23 — No Comments
Some transparencies of Spring
Some of my hopes have air in them -
Polluting and renewing;
They are inhabited by light breezes and hurricanes
Erratically, like prayer flags
On a Himalayan hillside;
A photon spectrum like daggers and gifts, like galaxies.
My hopes grow quietly after winter chills;
So many bulbs gently budding through cold earth
Trigger my cynical self, as I hold down the…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on January 15, 2018 at 9:30 — No Comments
A mass of granite thrust up
Through the schists and gneiss of lower hills;
Planed down by the ice cap;
Split, shattered and scooped
By frosts, glaciers and the strength of running water.
Its strong flight haunts not precipice, but plateau –
One summer day, your ear catches the plover-like cry –
You pause and watch – no bird is there;
You move softly towards the sound,
And in a moment, one bird, then another,
Added by Andie Phillips on June 1, 2017 at 11:22 — No Comments
If you don't need me,
as much as I want you,
why do I see my hopes
like a hundred prayer flags
on a Himalayan hillside?
Added by Andie Phillips on June 1, 2017 at 11:00 — No Comments
Confessions of a Middle Aged Girl
We met at the retreat, friends at first.
Casual conversations, weeding organic vegetables.
Occasional weekenders, just friends.
You were slightly younger, tall, dark, attractive
In an ugly way. Kind words. Common sense.
Good hugs, but friends, just friends.
Then one weekend it changed: or I changed.
Friday as usual, Saturday transition,
Sunday I was…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on April 14, 2017 at 15:13 — No Comments
Gangnam Style Strictly Sonnet
We’re glued to the set every Saturday
To see glamour and glitz, sequins and frills
Athletes, presenters, singer and actors
Strutting and gliding to show off their skills.
Now we know who’ll be going to Blackpool
With the judges and Claudia and Tess
Who’ll be cool? Who’ll play the fool? Who will rule?
Will their tangos or salsas have finesse?
Craig Revel Horwood is…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on November 15, 2016 at 14:54 — No Comments
Shrugging off the worn leather jacket, he hung it on the chair back, sat down, and comfort stroked his thin white moustache. Pot of tea. Tiny jug of milk. So different to the semi-stewed 6 pence a cuppa tea of the sixties. Blue Boar inn used to run it. We thought we were it back then: guitars, sideburns, drainpipe jeans. Cold draughty vans, swapping drivers to stay awake. Polo mints all night. It wasn’t all bad though - this was the place, the middle ground, this ‘no man’s…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on April 18, 2016 at 8:09 — No Comments
Grimaldi’s Leap Frog
Mrs Sullivan runs the bar and other facilities
Dolly young serving wench
G Burgess friend of William Heath
It is 13th February 1812 and Harlequin and Padmanada or The Golden…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on March 31, 2016 at 22:02 — No Comments
Good day to all you spankingly wonderful people of Bowes Park and Bounds Green. It is such a pleasure to be here with you today. What ho! Well, chaps and lady chaps, I am delighted to inform you that in this oncoming by-election, I am standing in this electoral district for the Gross National Interest Party – headed up by our estimable leader, Bertrand Aloiyishious Wooster. Jolly decent chap. Great pal of mine. Spiffing old boy.
Let me make a few things spankingly clear. In…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on January 21, 2016 at 10:00 — No Comments
BACK TO CAVE by Andrea Phillips
Go back to your cave
It’s raining fierce, cold
Hard, wet, solid rain…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on November 28, 2014 at 9:30 — No Comments
If you like sacred music, there is a performance of Elgar's "The Kingdom" with small orchestra and professional soloists plus Barnet Choral augmented (that includes me!) choir on this Saturday 16th March 2013 starting 7.30pm at Queen Elizabeth's School, Queens Road, Barnet, EN5 4DQ. it is £12 to get in and there will be an interval. It will be the most fabulous sound.
Added by Andie Phillips on March 15, 2013 at 11:11 — No Comments
The Scaffold. by Andrea Phillips
Guilty. Hang, Draw and Quarter him.
Added by Andie Phillips on November 3, 2011 at 18:00 — No Comments
Season of chill breezes and blue skies,
When the young sun shines its clear bright rays;
Striving to warm the shadows of last winter’s chill
And call again to rouse the sleeping daffodil;
To swell buds and explode pale young leaves,
Open petals, release scents, for eager bees.
Bursts of blossom bedeck the cherry trees,
Where blue tits dart, and swoop, loop, chase and play;
Busy redbreasts hop by with beaks of grubs
To feed their hungry nestlings…
Added by Andie Phillips on April 13, 2011 at 10:00 — No Comments
Kettle Song by Petal the Kettle
There’s something I must ask you
If you could be so kind
It’s something that is weighing
Quite heavy on my mind.
It’s something that is simple
And an easy…
Added by Andie Phillips on January 21, 2011 at 16:30 — No Comments
De Cow is De Enemy by Benjamina Zaccarina
You bin brainwashed you idiot man
‘Drinka Pinta Milka Day’ is crap
An you knowit.
Don’ drink no milk is what I say
An here is reasons forit.
De cow, presented forever as de gentle creature
Is de enemy
She chop down deforests for her grazin’ land
An all de creatures who live in dem forests
No mo’ home, no mo’ food, no mo’ good lovin’
Added by Andie Phillips on January 1, 2011 at 10:30 — No Comments
I Would Like..... by Andie Phillips
I would like to delve into the wet leaves,
feel their wetness,
slippery rounded oak leaves,
immerse my senses in the smell,
musty and sharp.
I would like to enter the wave as it rolls and crashes,
flashing foam bubbling.
I would like to crawl into the earth,
I Don’t Believe In Ghosts, But…. By Andie Phillips
I don’t believe…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on November 6, 2010 at 21:21 — No Comments
‘SPIRIT OF THE ORCHARD’, TRING APPLE DAY by Andie Phillips - A short story
She wrote the Mummers…Continue
Added by Andie Phillips on October 29, 2010 at 20:00 — No Comments