Day: March 7, 2015

Though it stings

No words of mine can potently display
the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;
yet all our ghostly forebears went this way
where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.

No  sentient being willingly at first
Accepts the pain that true perception brings.
Yet we must not take our hearts to be a curse;
we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.

Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love
from which all better action gently stems
each day the grace we have is just enough
as through the meta narratives we thumb.

For life’s but a true story we invent,
with passion and with purified intent

Fifty shades of childhood

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I see in the paper today that an 11 year old boy went to a World Books Day at his school dressed as the main male character in Fifty Shades of Grey.Out of all the novels written in English in the last ten years even I wonder how he chose that?He was banned I heard… though his mother who is a teacher said he has not read the book….
What is sad is that there is now no childhood, in a sense.
we can’t hide these things from younger children.He may not have read the book but he may have seen ads for the film or watched porn too.I know some children will already be having a sexual life at 11 though it seems a bit risky…emotionally
I don’t mind the book for anyone daft enough to read it but it’s taking up time which could be used for writing,fishing, ,drawing,playing.reading some classics.
So I got my first feeling of,this country is going to the dogs.##

THOUGHTS ON CHILDHOOD

Oh,yes,I feel pain in my interior
Though I do not claim I’m superior
The excess of flat screens
Defines the play scene
In time it makes spirit inferior.

For children must play on sea shores
Hear the ocean where sea birds may soar
Hold shells to their ears
Play act their fears
Add image and joy to mind’s stores.”

We risk losing life’s joyous demands
as like water they flow through our hands.
We need slowness and space
Apart from the race
Not minds filled with pale sex, so bland

Where has sweet love gone,I ask.
Is grey sex an easier task.
Though still tender our hearts,
Will feeling depart?
Is life nothing else but a masque

Stan falls down and hurts his crown

Stan was cooking dinner today,
While his wife went out to play.
He cooked a pie of frogs and cress,
He wanted to impress.
Stan was wearing his old clothes.
Where old clothes come from,no-one knows.
He meant to change when he was done,
So he and Mary could have fun.
But Anne his neighbour rang the bell,
Stan was so surprised he fell.
He hit his head upon the stove,
And his poor scalp turned blue and mauve.
Ring 999 and ask for Dave,
This man is old yet must be saved
The paramedic gave him glue
To stick together his old shoe.
Then he rubbed on arnica..
The old head looks like Guernica.
“Get the camera,take a pic.”
Stan was feeling rather sick.
“How can you use my wounds as art?
Rest assured I’ll take no part.”
He hit the camera with his stick,
And felled his mistress with a brick.
So now they’re in a mixed sex ward,
This experience can be shared.
They get their food at 3 am
Half for the ladies,half for the men.
The doctor asked them what went wrong.
Both of them had lost their tongues.
Neither would say what they’d done!
Now their anger is all gone.
The moral of my myth is this:
Being unfaithfail is not bliss.
Mistresses can be a pain,
Especially if they’re very vain.
And better not to look for love,
Except with cats or sweet white doves.
Let your neighbour love you less!
And don’t make comments on her dress.
And as for voyeurs,keep a crutch.
Hit them hard, but not too much.
If they want a work of Art,
Tell them home is where to start.

Love is the opium of the asses

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We all have our own opium……

Did you know Catholics give out opium at their Masses?

Did you know they give out soap to all Classes?

Did you know that love is the opium of the asses?

Did you know that women were the opium of Picasso?

Did you know the Government dope the lower classes?

Did you know Anglicans wear those very small glasses?

Did you know Methodists can get free bus passes?

Did you know Benedictine is good for gluts of gases?

Did you know the BBC took Licence as high as they could Manage?

To B  a figure of fun is to B geometric humor

Did you know your Government is fully of millionaires’ asses with freepasses

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