Author Archives: The Eaghams

About The Eaghams

Singer Songwriter. Poet. Writer.

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

The Eaghams Weekly: The Thirties

The Thirties



By The Eaghams 

When you're thirty five, you've traveled far and wide and read broadly, made some progress in a career, had a relationship or two, listened to some cool artists and bands, watched some classic movies. Maybe you've calmed down and drink Nescafe, (as the advertisements expect you when you reach your 30s) and go to restaurants, have a good mate from the early years - you reap what you sow. Maybe you're at a crossroads, maybe the road is level.

Maybe, the clubs are something you can revisit. Maybe the old group of your mates have scattered. Some married, some abroad, some doing new careers.

Maybe what worked for you was trial and error, and in your experimentation you went too far, run-ins with the law, or perhaps transcendence of some kind. Maybe conformity was your thing, to watch and follow suit, and not to set yourself so free you'd wind up having to define yourself anew.

Maybe you're wiser, maybe more reluctant, maybe more steadfast.

Maybe you don't need the dramas of your 20s, that art would do your sense of perspective good.

Maybe that although you'd been there and done that and got the t-shirt, it didn't portend anything too much as you were onto getting the whole suit and the three piece.

Maybe the concerts were a fire you could burn again in and experience didn't get in the way of whats new.

Maybe it's not that were thirty five that makes us more cautious but the playing out of events in our lives, the betrayals and dishonor.

Maybe others hardships made us steer clear and withdraw, maybe all the hype wasn't what it was supposed to be for, and withdrawing some hasn't been so bad if it's peace that we want, at least some of the time.

Maybe the incessant purchases of mp3s each week makes our jobs worthwhile, for the days off, the days of our lives.

Maybe it's our little obsessions that makes life sweeter, the being all dressed up is somewhere to go and if nothing happens maybe it does, but so slowly that you've already done so much, and culture our wardrobe.

If you would like to read the further pieces in this series please click on the following links:

The Twenties

The Fifties

© 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

On Minimalism

On Minimalism 

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By The Eaghams

Minimalism is something I became interested in after I wanted to get past the emotional debris of the past. It was in the photos, gifts, CDs, of the time. I let an age go to bring the future closer to present. As I threw things out, I was telling the universe that I was willing to see what next is coming into being. As I threw things out, the remnants of emotion that created atmosphere and ambiences that were mingled with feelings of yearning and heaviness left my room, were effectively subtracted, creating more of a zen uncluttered space. If I had several photos of one scene I would keep just the one.

To round up this post, enjoy this song by Gnarls Barkley entitled ‘Feng Shui’.

© 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.

Poetry: Salvation

Salvation



By The Eaghams 

The heart knows more than the head

She fought in her youthful vigour
 The smile of fate encountered?
 Taught that things were hard
 Long in the conundrum
 Went the way of the hero
 I think she knew Falun Gong
 Was good, of this she sang?
 It was the dawn that arrived
 Interrupting the Scottish night
 Withstanding that evil dragon
 It wont drag on for long
 The people will change their tune
 and what they will give you...
 Our good name restored
 In this great land
 There you stood
 With sword in hand
 Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now
 In the karaoke me and my friend sing

For the half of a life
 Before the ancient ways
 Returned, caught between
 Two ages, is where I stand
 Five year plans grow
 Ever smaller with time
 There are such changes
 To see you and I
 Each of these years
 Bring us something
 Different, the bright
 And broad road
 The momentum of
 How we speed through

Commentary: This poem makes mention of Falun Gong, the peaceful tai chi type practice that abides by the characteristics of Zhen-Shan-Ren, Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance. The peaceful practice has been persecuted in China today under the sinister CCP regime. Falun Gong is good. 

© 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

Poetry: The Light Beams Through The Green

The Light Beams Through The Green



By The Eaghams 

The light beams through the green
 And brown borders round
 The flower on the window sill
 With the Sky of Tao, ambience of hue
 Light brown wood freshly furnishes
 The abode we build, new chairs
 A mountain backdrop, London city.
 Joey's hat, starship sailor.

© 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

Poetry: Set Your Sights On

Set Your Sights On



By The Eaghams 

There was a gulf that widened
 Between us as time goes on
 Between life and your mind's eye truth
 Like memories only of the garden
 You saw through my eyes
 But time will return the land
 You once only set sights on

A prophetic prophet happened through
 Our town life, website.
 All that's in your heart
 Will be shown
 There's no rush
 While the breezes blow.

© 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