Morrissey

He’s not a god
But growing up in the crumbling north
He was more…

Whilst Wham blasted out Club Tropicana
And flags waved our troops home
He reminded me that you don’t have to be a thug to be a man, and to read is a blessing not a curse

He’s not a god
But growing up in the crumbling north
He was more

Made me stop
Think
Feel….
That life was not paper thin

His words laying our hearts
Wide open to receive
A nugget, a gem,
That I can still play
Over and over again

© David Mellor

Morrissey: has his light finally gone out?

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.

Positive Notes

Hello! My name is Michael, girls and boys.
I play with schools as you with siblings' toys:
That is, I carp and criticize, and take
Whatever I'm denied the chance to break.
My promises and answers, when they come,
Rival in truth the ones you give your Mum;
But, boys and girls, please note my latest boast,
Which doubtless is reliable as most:
We're slimming down your schooling, it is true,
In aid of Ashcroft, Philip Green, and you;
But, subject to the weather and my brain,
I more or less think music will remain.
As someone said - the Bible? Mother Gove? -
Melodic stimulus is food of love.
That's why our fast-food chums provide Muzak,
Enhancing your affection for Big Mac.
Be useful, occupy your mouths and hands;
Don't take drugs when you form your little bands;
Work hard, keep out of jail and do not panic:
Play on, and mop the decks of our Titanic.

© Philip Challinor

Music in school: Michael Gove sounds optimistic note

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