Poetry: The Things We Call Life

The Things We Call Life



By The Eaghams 

The boat it's sail follows the breeze
 It's flow
 To show us which way to go
 The flame kindled by the woods
 We call home of a flowering
 Forest gate where Henry VIII
 His name a gate came to hunt and play
 The annual rings of loyalty
 The populous of trees a generation
 Take us to the Tavern or Caravanserai
 Of the Good Man's Poetry
 Taking my coffee at the Station Cafe
 Writing these songs horizon of harbour
 Reading the epic verse of Derek Walcott
 Were philosophers seeking the basics
 Were writers penning the dynasty
 Of all that's related -
 Of all that congruent, straight up.

© Zubyre Parvez 2016 All Rights Reserved The EaghamsWRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Taoist Crucible.  His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams



ARTIST BIO:The Eaghams aka Zubyre Parvez is an Urban Indie singer songwriter from London. His song The Roots was played on BBC 1Xtra by DJ Excalibuh. He has collaborated with artists such as Mr Hectic and Jason Air formerly of Island records. He has played at The Garage, and various open mics.
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Poetry: Pilgrims Progress

Pilgrims Progress



By The Eaghams 

Looking out my window canvas frame
 I set out in the world of Pilgrims Progress
 Of mirrors and the characters of January dawn
 I paint a picture got it down in sights and sounds
 Reflecting the timeless flowing stream
 Flaneurs of our country observed
 The rocks from the mountain deep
 Unconcerned with how I measure up
 To a ruler in ruins of a great house
 It's key there's been doors in the hall
 To get past what we used to know
 Grounded before the ivory towers
 On the chessboard they stay
 Hands on the clock
 So no looking over our shoulders
 Run the leg of the journey
 We dont need to hold arms
 Eyes on our vision we hold fast to
 There's been bridges
 With sheaves of harvest
 as our rails
 Over the seas they run across
 The stream leads to the river
 The river to the sea
 The sea to the ocean
 Love my lineage to bits
 In all it's fragments
 That's why I know
 Were one tribe




© Zubyre Parvez 2016 All Rights Reserved The EaghamsWRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Taoist Crucible.  His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams