Bland On Bland – The BookThe theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Imagination“.

That was the best show ever.
If you missed it,have a listen to the 3RRR site and play the whole show. Jon/Dan/everyone was on top of their game. Just brilliant.

No backing this week. Its all my own work, have a listen to how it went below…

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I sailed the Cerberus to the Java Sea
Then sailed back home in time for tea

I battled pirates, showed no fear
I walked the plank; at least the pier

Held the reigns for Santa Claus
Won at least two dozen wars

I was Viking, Zulu, ancient Greek
I was rarely killed more than once a week

Prince, centurion, knight and king
Armed with, sword, bow and sling

I escaped from Krypton, lived with Noddy
Proton pills transformed my body

Flew a cardboard rocket ship to Mars
From the garage roof; I still have scars

I beat Jack Brabham by a nose
Went ten rounds with Lionel Rose

Against the Poms I took ten for none
One ball to go I hit the winning run

I won seventeen flags at the MCG
Goals on the siren all kicked by me

Each a hundred metres I swear
Kicked with a torp from the centre square

I scaled Everest in an air balloon
Then trekked both Poles in the afternoon

I wrestled monsters of every persuasion
Even thwarted an alien invasion

It was me who tried to free King Kong
And caught a fish five metres long

I shot the apple, not William Tell
I painted the Mona Lisa as well

The works of HG Wells came from my pen
All before the age of ten

Seduced, aged twelve, by Brigitte Bardot
The details however are for me to know

Jammed with Hendrix at the Isle of Wight
Sang back-up vocals for Gladys Knight

Joined Wendy Saddington on stage
Me and Lobby and Jimmy Page

I scaled the heights and explored the deep
Discovered new worlds while sound asleep

All that has been and all that will come
Every dream and imagining, we are the sum

They imprison, liberate, restrain and inspire
All that we are; all we desire

To this land, we escape, to reflect, to pretend
To conceive, to invent, to plan and to mend

Give birth to our Gods, our theories and bias
Where passion and lust share a bed with the pious

For what is this world without dreams, without thought?
Denied our imaginings the answer is nought

© Copyright 2017 Ian Bland

Also have a listen to “Everything or Nothing

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