Trevor Valentine - Books, Words, Promises & Songs

Trevor Valentine - Books, Words, Promises & Songs The Collected Original Poetry of Trevor Valentine

08/11/2024

‘Catouflage’
by Trevor Valentine 💚
16:56 Sun 11 August
Leicester Square, London

I roll in summer
Fur hot
But somehow soothing
Purr away the day
Quietly thinking of new words
New words even
My gentleman and lady keeper
Do not know

I think
And scratch my head.

‘Pawroll’
Maybe that
Or
‘Soothlick’
Or what about
‘Contentpurr’?

I have this,
It's almost there,
Coming now
On the tip of my whiskers
Hiding from my sunbleached mind
‘Catouflage’

There, we have it
To hide and bask
And soak in the sun
'Catouflage'
What a clever p***y I am, I am
What a clever p***y I am. 😺

© Trevor Valentine 💚 11 August 2024

07/25/2024

Remember that pandemic thing?

When I compiled my collected works of poetry and poetry-song, I managed to overlook this little heartache of a poem. I shall now add it in, I think it deserves its place. BTW, you may have realised my post of my complete works (actually two posts, too big for one post!) I took down almost immediately on the advice of my prospective publishing friend Peter . Him busy just now, but has me on list list. Means so much to me.

I wonder how this couple are today.

Enjoy your lives, it is not a rehearsal. x

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'I Touch The Screen'
by Trevor Valentine

Care homes are perhaps one of the main epicentres in these covid times. So much heartache surrounds them. I’m not sure if you heard the lady on the radio yesterday, recounting in such a stoically secure way that she hadn’t been able to meet with her husband of almost 60 years. He is in a home for his care needs. She used to visit daily. And they shared their remaining days. Then covid came and changed all that, and she hasn’t been able to be with him since March. But, in her 80’s, she zooms with him a couple of times a week it seems. Her only option now. Her words were ‘I touch the screen’. They haunt my mind.

'I Touch The Screen'
by Trevor Valentine
12:10 Thu 19 Nov

“I remember our first day
The smile, the hand, the hope
While around us teddy boys played
And mods took on rockers
And Woodstock heralded so many new faces
And voices rang through protest songs
We were there, you and I
Together.
And much like all other lovers
We held hands and more
And never spent a night apart
It was the holding, the nearness
Which I treasured
The family grew and distanced
But we still held hands
And watched each other’s back
And loved whenever we could.
The smile lengthened
As did the days
The constant energy
Drained
But the love endured
And now, in our later lives
We take our part
Apart for your care
But I still came
And held your hand
And talked
Love still rules
I look to the day
When I can do the same again
By your side
And breathe through the fog
Which now addles your thoughts
For some reason
Not understood by many
I accept all this distance
And put it into the context
Of our full life
For the moment
I can only touch the screen
But that will do.
I love you.”

07/14/2024

'Pooh-sticks'
by Trevor Valentine 💘

Life.
Childhood.
A pooh-stick.
Thrown in.
Beginning of bridge.
Hides.
Emerges.
Found.
By God?

Trevor Valentine
11:42 14 May

07/11/2024

I am deleting this post in hope that my works might be published. I will keep you posted.

07/11/2024

I am deleting this post in the hope that my works might be published. I will keep you posted.

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