*Oi Polloi, Decadence Within, MTA – Joiners, Southampton, Hampshire, UK – 14th August 1993
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Battery – 11th August 1993
When I wake up in the morning
I’m wrapped up in my lover’s body
And my heart is full of joy
That happiness is like a battery
Keeping me charged for the day
And when I forget to say I love you
And show you that I care
I’m in need of a recharge
STE Bulletin 17 – 1st August 1993
25th Jan 2024 – No writing from me in this one but I did get to be the photo this month.
Run – 26th July 1993
Together
Well run into the sun
Whatever
Obstacles can be overcome
Forever
We will be as one
Rain A-Coming – 25th July 1993
Now the sun has gone
Hid away behind steely grey
The light that beamed
Across the oceans and lands
Replaced by dull dim darkness
The rain is a-coming
The rain starts a-pouring
And my sad heart aches
For the sun again
Waiting For You – 24th July 1993
Tapping my feet, hand poised over the phone
I need to speak to you, tell you to come home
Wanting to say all the things I forgot to say
When you’re here and need to now you’ve gone away
My Desire – 23rd July 1993
There’s a hole in my heart
My desire has left for three days
The intensity of our relationship
Burns brightly as we wait for each other
The emptiness is unbearable
My desire is to be by your side again
So we can stand together
And face the world full-on
25th Aug 2024 – I’m taking a guess at the date and that this is about Bronwyn. I can’t imagine writing that last line when I was with Emma or Cherry but I could be wrong. I do wish I’d dated things that I wrote in the past!
Zimmer Frames, Chicken-Bone Choked – Joiners, Southampton, Hampshire, UK – 16th July 1993
10th Feb 2023 – Guessing I was at this as I’m sure I’ve seen the Zimmer Frames and Chicken-Bone Choked. Obviously, I have no other real memory of this show though!
Time – 13th July 1993
Oh sweet gentle time
You tick on by
Restless as the wind, your movement
Forever trudging onward
Breathing life’s soft sigh
You wait for no man it’s said
Your passing is forever
A memory of a moment
Of a second, a thought, a blink of the eye
Is gone in no time
Time is moving on leaving us behind
Now you are my obsession
To catch up, to keep up
To run with the wind
And hold onto you forever
Fruit Salad – 2nd June 1993
The real banana said “You’re an imposter” – she was the apple of his eye. The yellow-skinned imposter smiled. His face twisted like he’d just sucked a lemon.
“No I’m not” he objected. It was their first date. He had sucked her dry. Once a grape, now a raisin.
The man with the pineapple haircut interjected “Excuse me. I don’t think the cream and cottage cheese were necessary in such large amounts.” He thought the imposter was a pervert. He wasn’t wrong. The cream was whipped.
The imposter slipped on the banana. He fell – it was a peach! Caught in the act. Plum-dumb.
Still life isn’t a bowl of cherries.
2nd Aug 2024 – Submitted to dVerse OLN – just for fun!
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