Bernician Poetry (15)

Love.

I will never give or take a heart
Until I know we will never part

Before your heart I need your mind
To see so clearly never blind

Balance feelings, oh so slow
Stronger and stronger as they grow

When respect and desire blend
Should be no broken heart to mend.

Tomorrow will bring you worries
Todays will fade away
You can make them disappear
Or you can make them stay

Some may fill you full of fear
Some you may just forget
The choice is yours if, when and how
To solve with no regret.

Tomorrow may bring you happiness
Or may even make you sad
Some of this you can’t control
There will be good and bad.

So let tomorrow bring what it will
And hope it comes along
Enjoy today in every way
Dance and sing a song.

Today is in the sunset
Tonight is in the past
The days go by so slowly
Though the years go by so fast

So believe me when I tell you
Nothing at all can last

The problems of tomorrow
Will quickly pass you by
There is no point of worrying
No reason for you to cry.

Now wont be around for long
As sure as all things die.


Paint your dreams with colour
And tomorrow will be fun
Give your soul to today
For a new place in the sun

Time will give you all you need
And Karma will be done.

Din Guardi

© D Heckels


The only memorial of all that is told
are of sieges and valorous chieftains of old
from that bleak rocky throne in magnificent pride
Din guardi stands with its secrets it hides

Bard divint tell ya tales aboot ya divinatory dreams
Merry Cole was a king but may not be as it seems
and Arthur round his table? that’s not clear to see
did they dance a jig to the fiddlers 3



Did they thank you kind Sir Oswald for that plate of meat so fine
did Aiden in his blessing foresee you in a shrine
did they take your hand in friendship but surely not your arm
they came to you in hunger not to cause you any harm.



So if all that is said was so much more than just a dream
did Lance give his guard to Jenefer the queen
or was it with Elaine such a joyous time was had
who bore him such a child as the mighty Galahd



Will you ever give the answers let us know from whence they came
will we find them in your body will we find them in your name
From that bleak rocky throne in magnificent pride
Din Guardi boldly stands with its secrets it hides

Phonaesthetically speaking its like 123
Like William once told us, its like A B C
So write your mystical thoughts
And clever words that rhyme
But make sure Iambic Pentameter
Doesn't go sadly out of time, again, ooops!

It is to us forever our duty to relay
With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day.
September 1838 she battled through the storm
for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn.

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- shall ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

'Forfarshire' had carried folk, or so the story goes.
It smashed up on Big Harcar Rock where the leeside water flows.
With courageous hearts and fighting fear they rowed the coble out,
And rescued nine from broken bow before she turned about

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- will ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.

So all of this brought to her fame much to her dismay
She only wanted a simple life and wished they'd go away
She was showered with gifts of gratitude and a lifestyle of the best
Which caused her great discomfort she craved for time to rest.

Twas only four years later and she still oh so young
Her life was taken from us no fairness to be done
The Islands rise in glory in memory of our lass.
Her name in hearts forever and ever as times pass

Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- forever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.



© D Heckels

The Belle of Yeavering Bell

It was an eye for an eye
In times gone by
A life when they lived to trade
So if you enter her home
Where you are free to roam
Be sure when you leave
You have paid.

Toss a coin into the air
Make a wish, leave it there
Listen to the whispers on the wind
Hear echoes of the past
Telling tales of those who sinned
Take the beauty
And make the memory forever last

The Belle, of Yeavering Bell
Is watching you I tell
To be sure, her hospitality is repaid
Nothing is for free
Not in the past, or now, you see
So pay your way to have no need to be afraid

You’ll be cursed if you don’t heed
To repay the Belle out of greed
For ill gains, you will now be in her debt
As she guards her sacred home
Where her ancestors roamed
You’ll live a life that you surely will regret

© D Heckels C Irving.

JAMIE ALLEN


Play ya pipes
& hey em dancin
drinking wine
and a prancing
play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa

Run on wild
tek tha hand
tek tha bodies
tek tha land
run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad

Tek Geordies shilling
t de some killing
or run like hell
if you're not willing
will yu be red and or yellow Jamie Lad?

On a Gatesheed steed
Yu wa hasting
up t Jethart
they wo chasing
ride on looking fo the dreams yu niva had

Noo rest in peace
doon there in Durham
and yu'll be sure
t git ya pardon
but play ya pipes play foriva Jamie lad

I need some Synchronicity
To have the possibility
Of finding out how I can see the light
The ones I want to talk to most
Are the father son and Holy Ghost
I need to know where I should be tonight.


So Christine take us by the hand
and lead us to the promised land
Of milk and honey love and light
So Nancy, Gina, Darren and Paul
Come with me I need you all
I need your energy to feed my sight.

But if you take my sanity
I'l be not where I want to be
I don't want anxiety and strife,
I want you all to take me there
I need you all, I know you care
And that's the bare necessities of life.

Alauna-Alaunos

© D Heckels


Let me tell you a tale of harrowing times
For the farmers of Alnwick life wasn’t so kind
So the duke of the county extended his hand
And cut down their rents to help manage their land
So they built a great column their gratitude showed
But the Duke was not happy for the honour bestowed
For where all the money had come from at last
So he raised up the rents to what they’d been in the past


So all of thee from the south come gather around
Gaze up to the column which now can be found
Which moral for you doest speak out so loud
For me it’s the farmers for whom I'm so proud


Now there’s a tale about some bottles at the Old Cross Inn
That may make you laugh or smile with a grin
The keeper he cursed them on the day that he died
Touch them now at ur peril his widow she cried
Now I tell u the truth and this is no lie
Touch them now and be cursed, will be thee, and will die
Tis for two centuries that they have so stood
The bottles in the window left dirty for good


So all of thee who have doubt come gather around
Be welcomed the chance 0f being felled to the ground
And if that you do we will laugh out so loud
Tis the folly’s of Alnwick that we are so proud.

Jamie Allan
© D Heckels



Play your pipes Jamie Allen
hey em dancin ti ya tune
wi gypsy wine tha fallin roond
play your pipes Jamie Allen like ya dad


Take Geordies shilling Jamie Allen
sign on here ti de some killing
or run like hell if you're not willing
will you be red and or yellow Jamie Lad?


Run on wild Jamie Allen
run em ragged take their hand
take their bodies take their land
run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad


Ride on by Jamie Allen
on that Gatesheed steed ya hasting
up ti jethart they wo chasing
ride on looking for the dreams you niva had



Rest in peace Jamie Allen
give it up doon there in Durham
and you'll be sure to git ya pardon
but play your pipes play forever Jamie lad