Memories
A cult of wheeled angels to replace the winged ones Rebellion needs knuckleheads and symbols of an inglorious past Lest we forget what the torches and black white red flags parades brought No harm is meant by the many, but ignorance of history is a slippery slope When Ministers of state in Germany hold torch-lit […]
We need wheels to go back in time Walking over a sunbeam along the avenues The tightrope of our wavering memories Young beauties looking for an electric adventure Time now runs faster than our lives We need machines to catch-up Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Elves and all other kinds of beauties Will roam the London streets on Halloween night A one night license to kill game But even if we live in a land of plenty We need a mask to forget about ourselves We let the selfies control our memories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Life come with many options One of them is the memories As you go along this bumpy road They become heavier with the years I can remember when the Bunny thing started Something to warm up the cold war days But beyond the unreserved taste for bunnies All I did share with Hefner was the […]
Five in the morning wanderings along the Thames River The full moon plays the Halloween star in the clouds Tin airplanes with tiny lights so small in the night While the sun is still tucked in bed, fast asleep A few joggers and the odd insomniac walking his dog And here I am, walking my […]
Night does not erase the memories of the past It funnels them into our dreams Like the ice cubes in a shaker at a late bar At the hands of a dreamy barista beyond your reach The lights flicker in your newly acquired solitude Memories of those who jumped the parapet haunt you Photo Hugh […]
We always will wonder about the purpose of street photography Is it pressing the panic button to stop the flow of time ? The basic instinct to stack fantasy visions in an orderly disorder Like a butterfly collector pins beautiful memories in a box for scientific lust For the days will come when dementia or […]
Christmas and year-end celebrations rage on in distant London Memories of past summer days bring colors to the rainy streets As the Northern hemisphere goes through its winter throes Meanwhile the tropics remain under the same sunny skies Broken at the rhythm of monsoons and tropical storms Carnival is a piece of ancient African culture […]
The beautiful wanderers, the lost, the amazed and the dazed Streaming uninterrupted down Chepstow at the beat of reggae And smokes mix with the alcohols of sweet wine and brandy Like waves, memories cross the oceans to break at the cliffs of oblivion Life is a desert island where passing birds bring light hopes and […]
A lull in the storm that rushes down Chepstow A chic fashionista left almost unscathed from the paint assaults Between a Bob Marley fan and an aspiring Diva goggled like a bee It is rainy tonight and I look at the patterns drawn by the water on the window Memories flash back at the rhythm […]