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Gary Trevose


Lichfield, England, UK

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A Welcome


Gary Trevose

Hello and welcome to my page.
I hope you will not disengage.
I hope you'll like it, click off, and then
One day you'll click it on again.
I hope that you will find you're smitten
When you've read what I have written.
You may have some kind words to say,
But if you don't then that's O.K.
I wrote for me, not you, you see;
If you don't approve, that's cool by me.
Praise it, damn it, what you will;
You can't make me glad or ill.
However, friend, the welcome's there.
I hope through words that I can share
My feelings, loves and passions, too.
I'll just say on.
Thank you.

Strange Days Indeed


Gary Trevose

I find it quaint, I really do,
It's definitely mad;
How these things can make me laugh
And how it makes them sad.
The tarot-cards, the astro-lines,
The horoscopes made up;
Lines on hands and bumps on heads,
And tealeaves in a cup.
Seances and ouija boards,
And what your dreams may mean;
Spirit guides and clairvoyants
To see what cant be seen.
The vaguest words are twisted round
To make it true for them.
Spohisticated people
With a mental age of ten.
I'm sure I've missed a lot more out,
But I think you get my drift;-
Can they live accordingly
To how the stars may shift?
And yet these same wierd creatures
With minds that cannot change,
Can see a man walk out of church
And say "That guy is strange!"

Strange Days Indeed


Gary Trevose

I find it quaint, I really do,
It's definitely mad;
How these things can make me laugh,
And how it makes them sad.
The tarot-cards, the astro-lines,
The horoscopes made up;
Lines on hands and bumps on heads,
And tealeaves in a cup.
Seances and ouija boards,
And what your dreams may mean;
Spirit guides and clairvoyants
To see what can't be seen.
The vaguest words are twisted round
To make it true for them.
Sophisticated people
With a mental age of ten.
I'm sure I've missed a lot more out,
But I think you get my drift;-
Can they live accordingly
To how the stars may shift?
And yet these same wierd creatures
With minds that cannot change.
Can see a man walk out of church
And say "That guy is strange!"

Pirate Pete and Wrecker Joe


Gary Trevose

Pirate Pete and Wrecker Joe
Rowed a boat from Polperro;
Passed The Gribben, Dodman's Toe,
Veryan Bay and Portscatho.

Pete, he had a lifetime's quest
Safely buried in a chest
In a cave that none else knew
Round the point that is Poldhu.

The old man needed someone strong.
The journey would be three days long;
And came the day he met young Joe,
He crossed his palm to make him go.

No road could take them over there;
Their bounty...only theirs to share.
So in a boat they had to row;
Pirate Pete and Wrecker Joe.

The sea was calm beyond belief.
The blazing sun shone through the reef.
Sparkling waters, blue as dawn;
Like chips of ice on uniform.

Joe at first was scared of Pete.
He'd never ask which merchant fleet
Had pirates here in blood run cold
Sacked a ship once full of gold.

Then when Joe had summoned courage
And asked about a stolen luggage,
Pete sat still and shook his head,
And talked of something else instead.

Joe kept prodding through the day
And teased the old man all the way.
"I'll say you're frit of what they'd do
If they found out about your crew."

Pete retorted:"Aye, and you?
What good is there in what you do?
Destroying lives with your deceit.
A ship-wrecked vessel...a village treat!"

On they went in evening sun.
The Roseland and Rosemullion.
"Rest you now," said Pete to Joe;
"We still have two more days to go."

They spent the night at Frenchman's Creek.
They'd known each other just a week.
Pete was wary of his mate;
He didn't know if he could wait.

That night when Joe was full of rum
He shouted:"Tell me what you done.
Enough," he cried;"I've had enough.
The air is full of sailor's bluff."

"Hoi Polloi," cried Pete to Joe.
"I don't want all the world to know."
"Hoi Polloi," said Joe; "Indeed
They'd hang you for your kind of deed."

Pete sat still and didn't flinch;
He didn't move a single inch.
And when the lad had cooled his heat
The air was still for Pirate Pete.

"Watch your tongue, I'll cut it out!
I will not have you scream or shout.
Now listen 'ere and listen well.
I have a sorry tale to tell."

"I've seen them come, I've seen them go
From Velvet Rock to Poltesco.
The last lad, he was just like you;
I thrashed him back to Sennen, too."

"I thrashed him till he had no sense.
He'll bear the scars forever since;
And then I threw him in the sea.
No more that lad will bother me."

"The salty waters made him yell.
They heard his screams in Bloody Hell.
And just like you, his name was Joe.
Where is he now? I'll never know."

"I shall not tell you where it lies;
But take me to my greatest prize
And you'll be thankful you're here, Joe.
'Tis only 'cause I cannot row."

"My hands are sliced half clean away."
Pete's fingers lie in Coverack's bay.
They didn't like the things he'd done.
The priests and peasants made him run.

Up in track in bleeding fright,
Ran screaming from the flock at night.
He jumped the rocks at Point of Dolor.
At least he fled the clergy's collar.

"'Tis all my effort is to walk;
My legs are smashed because of talk.
Now you must take me there, my boy.
Quietly now, else Hoi Polloi."

The morning sun, and just as calm.
The water like a warm,
So gentle and so crystal clear.
The ocean like this holds no fear.

Ever onward past the river
And Coverack's coastline made Pete shiver.
Past Green Saddle and The Jay,
Thorny Cliff and Kuggar Bay.

Black rock, Enys and The Pan;
Cadgwith Cove and Vellan Drang.
And round The Lizard Joey rowed
Because they dare not take the road.

A thousand ships had met their fate
Round jagged rocks that sailors hate.
Ten thousand souls began to bleat.
They spewed their anguish out on Pete.

The Pirate heard the drowned men shout,
Splashing water all about;
And on they came with cries of woe.
The Pirate screamed out:"Row, lad, row!"

The clouds came black, and sou'east blow
And Joey heard the shout to row,
And pulled oars with all his might
Till Man O' War was out of sight.

Then Joe spoke up "My hands are raw,
You'll treat me like a boy no more.
I rowed the boat, we are a pair
So I'll take half of what lies there."

Said Pete: "Take half and you'll be dead.
Just remember what I said.
I've lost good friends around this bay,
So shut your mouth and take your pay."

"We have to rest with darkness falling;
I'll find salvation in the morning.
I've kept my torment fifteen years;
What lies ahead is worth the tears."

And as Joe tugged the boat ashore
He thought of what was said before.
He hatched a wicked, evil plot.
"They'll never know, I'll have the lot."

And so they stopped another night;
Two figures resting 'till first light.
But at the beach that is Polbream
A sharpened blade destroyed a dream.

And when the night was still and dark
Joe thought "I will end this lark."
That night while Pete slept in his boat,
Joe stepped inside and slit his throat.

And as the night fell into dawn,
And as the old man's dream was torn,
And as the sun picked out a body,
Joe knew that no-one would be sorry.

So Joey rowed alone that day.
"I know it can't be far away.
I'll search each cave until I find
The old man's haul he left behind."

On he went that fateful day;
The coves and cliffs around Mount's Bay.
Caves and beaches circled round;
Elusive treasure wasn't found.

Ever onward, cliff and cave;
Now he was his own man's slave.
Till he found the darkest pit.
Now he knew that this was it.

But at the coast of Gunwalloe
Time was up for Wrecker Joe.
For guarding the cave of the pirate fleet
Stood the ghost of Pirate Pete.

Joe capsized the boat in shock
And screaming, clung onto a rock.
The timeless charm of Kernow's shore
Would be his grave for evermore.

Beneath a towering Cornish grace
Shook a furious ghostly face.
Eyes once beneath a furtive brow
Were burning red with anger now.

"My bounty wasn't yours to kill.
If I can't have it, no man will!
Let the ocean roar, I say
You'll come with me to Hell today."

Did you think you'd read this story
Without the Lizard's storming glory?
The pirate stretched his wounded hand;
The wind and waves were his command.

Thunder crashed and gales blew.
Lightning cracked the sky in two.
Steepling ocean, walls of awe
Toppled down with deafening roar.

The ghost stood out above the reef
And bellowed out his bitter grief.
He bellowed out a hurricane;
Great hills of sea, and sheets of rain.

And then the greatest wave of all,
Upon the pirate's beck and call
Rose with grand majestic flow,
And swallowed up the drowning Joe.

And so both men would never know
Glorious bounty near Gunwalloe.
Both men never thought it through
What the other man could do.

A pirate's life was Peter's sin;
A pirate's death befell to him.
And young Joe, too, a wrecker's life;
That day he left a wrecker's wife.

On that dark and stormy day,
Both men's souls were washed away.
For greed both men had taken breath,
By greed both men had met their death.

Legend claims there's still a prize;
Common man's fortune there still lies.
Yet none knows where, and too few dare
To venture in the cavings there.

But if you're feeling brave one day,
Take a boat around the bay.
You'll know you've found it when you meet
The ghostly form of Pirate Pete.



Gary Trevose

So come on then my son, what do you want to be?
I've been asked that one ever since I was three.
Do you want to see Santa? Then do as I say.
Do you want to have good things? Then pray everyday.
Don't play down the lane, you'll get covered in mud.
Do you want to see Jesus? Then you must be good.
Do you want a good job? Then here there's no doubt
You must study at school if you want to make out.
Do you want to be rich? Or be mopping the floor?
Then you must work hard or you will be poor.
Do you want education at university?
Do you want to get on? Do you want a degree?
Do you want to have children? Or live all alone?
Get a job, get a girl, get a house of your own.
A semi-detached or a bachelor pad,
Do you want to have all the things we never had?
Do you want a career? Do you want lots of pay?
Do you want to work nights? Or toil hard through the day?
And now I've grown up, I still haven't a clue
About what to be, or about what to do.
I don't want to work in an office all day;
It'll make me go mad, and they'll lock me away.
You don't understand...I've been counting the cost.
Do you want a black eye? Do you want to get lost?
They're all very nice, but my heart never sings;
I can't live my life for material things.
What good is there in achieving the lot
If I haven't a clue about why, where or what?
You'll never believe this...I want to be free;
I want to be sane. I want to be me.
I want to be different, not blind like a mole;
And if I can see then I might find my soul.

Godrevy Bay


Gary Trevose

Went to the beach by the lighthouse today.
Went to the beach at Godrevy Bay.
Ran down the steps and ran over the rocks.
Ran to the sea in my shoes and socks.
Ran to the sea, I was running for joy;
The feeling I had when a teenage boy.
Ran in the water for I made it roar.
Ran 'till I swam then I ran no more.
Blue was the sky and blue was the sea.
Blue was the colour that covered me.
Looked to my right to the tower watching me;
Looked to my left and infinity.
Onwards and outwards, resurgence of youth;
To leave the deceit and be faced with the truth.
And then just as quick as the rush of the blood,
My body told me the thing that my brain should.
Fatigue had set in and the sea became cold.
Experience told me not to be quite so bold.
The kingdom of ocean holds principles dear.
The rich and the poor are all the same here.
I flooded back in with the waves on the sand;
I dried myself down and walked back to the land.
I'll never forget the return of the joy;
The feeling I had when a teenage boy.
The sparkle of sea and the gleam of the tower
Shall return to my heart when my soul needs the power.

The Lizard Dead


Gary Trevose

Should you visit this old place
With griglen cliffs and rugged grace;
Think of the men who lie below;
Hiding now...but you must know
They wait the final trumpet call.
Cornishmen risen, one and all.
When our Creator stirs the ocean,
And sets the final storm in motion.
The sea gives up its dead that day
On Lizard Point and in Mount's Bay;
The Manacles and off the Rilly,
And dead men walk along Goonhilly.
A sea-dog re-commands his lugger
Up Kennack Sands and into Kuggar;
And souls that wreckers took away
Shall walk inland and have their day.

The Cornishman


Gary Trevose

Hassled and cheated since records began.
Taxed to the hilt by the Government Can.
Denied simple pleasures by the rest of the race.
Forced to retire in his own saving grace.
Robbed by the thief on yesterday's shore.
Raped by the tourist who comes back for more.
Forced by his hunger to lure ships on the rocks.
Sacked by the Spanish and burned on the docks.
His living has never been easy, that's true;
Fish, tin and copper have always pulled through.
And in spite of the fact that his future looks black,
Like the tide on the beach he will keep coming back.
Hunger and poverty still thrives today,
But there is summer trade and now china clay.
The rest of the land would take all if they could
Off this Man of the West, the most misunderstood.
Those who don't know him may find him quite quaint;
They might think him simple; but simple he ain't!
It is never that simple to live hand to mouth,
And sail to the sea when return is in doubt;
And to shelter in caves, and to sleep on the floor;
And to toil on the farm when the harvest is poor.
Again and again there's a threat in his midst
But by stealth and attrition he'll always exist.
What Spain couildn't fight for is now taken by "right"...
The boats and the fish and the industry's might.
The tin and the copper have gone, it's a fact;
But if you don't work for someone you cannot be sacked.
And despite all the hardship he knows what is best.
Ask the man if he's proud to be Cornish...
"Oh Yes!"