What if a great big wind came and picked us up and dropped us on some lonely shore? Would we try to leave or make it home? Could we stay there ever more? The experience would change us for ever. We might adjust and stay without regret. We might just sit and search our souls and be as happy as we can get. Shall we wish for a big wind to change our lives if our 'humdrum' needs rearranging? We could relish the new challenge, and start our bored lives achanging.
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November
There's a beauty in November, with a mildness not known before, and a stillness at twilight which happens more and more. For the world is getting warmer and the winter comes on late. Deeply coloured leaves cling to the trees because autumn won't abate. She stays around and fools the plants who rise early but at the cost of a swift overnight slaughter from an unexpected frost. Then this murder ceases and a warm calm descends, and living plants try once again as the climate makes amends. So, do I like this changing world when the natural order bids adieu? Having shorter winters with soft winds? Yes, I surely do.
Salute!
So rest young warrior In yon ditch or field And know that we are grateful For the might that you did wield. Rest easy in your graves For it's not you who sinned And we will always honour you Though you are but dust in the wind. The suited table talkers who fail Send our young to die But don't include their own children When they give war a try. It's the unemployed and poor who sign up for wars and adversity While the rich kids catch a jet To a foreign job or university. So many generous immature souls Come forward when the Bell is rung When the politician's remedies fail They pass the bile filled cup - To the young.
Relate
How can I ever relate when I'm secure, fed and free to the threatened, hungry and desperate folk who live across some sea? I have never suffered pogroms or seen bayonets in play or had to decide which of my children got a little food today. And what of state rape of women or Rwandan hands cut free how does all of this affect an Englishman like me? Well, I am not innocent or untainted for the guilt is just the same if I prosper in my comfort when my country invented the game.
Old Time Dance
Getting older and slowing down pausing while the world spins round no longer planning super schemes I'm dancing slowly through my dreams. Looking back to times I've spent drinking down a whole week's rent memories flood in countless streams I'm dancing slowly through my dreams. No worries about my destiny now I know how it will be - no anxieties stored in reams I'm dancing slowly through my dreams. Getting older ain't so bad I've had a wife and been a dad life isn't always what it seems I'm dancing slowly through your dreams.
Charlie Frog
Charlie Frog was tired of jumping cos he said it hurt his back so to stop the pain a-thumping he rode a skateboard on a track. This track was long, the track was vast and wound around his lake one day when going really fast he ran down Mr Drake. Such a fuss made Mrs Drake about her partner's tumble that all the members of the lake gathered round to grumble. They decided then and there to settle Charlie's hash by asking Mr Grizzly Bear to give the frog a bash. Mr Bear said yes he'd do it in return for a honey pot there should, he said, be nothing to it if he used an old fly swat. So Bear hid behind a tree as Charlie came in sight and slowly counted 1 2 3 and struck with all his might. Charlie let out such a yell and fell off in a muddle but recovered quickly as he fell into a muddy puddle. Charlie was unhurt of course for water was his home, and now, filled with much remorse he took his skateboard home. Charlie hadn't realized just how his skating had offended but he knew his priority now was to get his friendships mended. So he went round one by one to apologize to his mates for being so very troublesome and he gave them chocolates.
Try to Duck
You do your best you do your time a member of mankind straight down the line getting ready to enjoy life's plan then someone somewhere starts the fan...... Lumps as big as bricks fly in What have I done? What is my sin? As the brown stuff sticks to your last shirt the taxman strains and adds a squirt. You work to make your plight seem better then behold there comes a further letter just as you thought you were hassle free you've underpaid your VAT. As if such disasters are not enough your family can make it really rough you've just got square and it was hard now a wedding goes on your credit card. The nest is empty, just you and gran each day drink wine or open a can but comes a duty you cannot shirk to mind the grandkids so mum can work. Some pains in the chest now - just a few but angina comes as a relief to you for distracting pain means one avoids the annoying itch of haemorrhoids. Then prostrate trouble, the time has come to have a doctor's fist rammed up your bum. Surgery and pills follow but you stay placid but find friend Willy now stays flaccid. In hospital now - the last resort no chips, no booze, no sex, no sport it's heaven time, no more escapes About now the angels pinch your grapes.
New Shed
Alone at last in my garden shed The beds are made the dog is fed In the quiet I await creative thought But comes there nothing, zilch, nought. It's not supposed to be like this I should exploit this place of bliss I take yet another sip of tea but Still no talent envelopes me. The grass is dew wet and wild birds sing Today is warm as if it's spring The flowers nod in the zephyr breeze With apples falling where they please. This is autumn at its best My favourite month - keep the rest Summers gone, it is no more Now squirrels seek their winter store. I try something employed by poets passed To glorify nature! The subject is vast So inspired by the beauty on display The words now flow - I've something to say!
Some Future?
With our conditional sunshine, and smoke-filtered rain, we alter nature's colours and flush our future down the drain. See our choking oceans and there's no expanding ice we harvest shrinking forests beneath El Nino skies. Cars, cars and still more cars designed to feed our yearning no problems to the planet as they are catalytically burning. The fish are going, tigers too let's make haste to the moon for it will be our only refuge if we don't do something soon.
Then and Now
You have enjoyed your years so far and sit in quiet reflection but changes happening to your mind promotes panic for resurrection. You want to tie your shoes and wash the car run up the stairs and then without thought carry a pile of stuff and run down those stairs again. Viewing other towns and countries on TV within your home gives a yearning to revisit places you were once so free to roam. Now all the fuss at airports and the long trek to the plane precludes a once world traveller from ever going abroad again. Pathos and unfairness brings on tears you try to hard to hide confused emotions spar with anger and you suppress the pain inside. There was a day when a beer fixed it all and conscience was something rare when all that mattered were results and thoughts of others weren't there. But treat yourself kindly old man you are entirely free to choose to forgive the way you lived before and stop hitting on the bruise.
As I See Things 