A cry a sigh a reason why
this world should be for me
No sanity, humanity
Can ever let me be
I close my eyes from troubled skies
Pretend I am elsewhere
But all around the folk I've found
Would rather I'm not there.
From days alone in mortgaged home
To Nights where sleep was lost
A price to pay for every day
It all comes down to cost.
The single tear then born from fear
Exposed your weaker side
A striking pose with runny nose
Your feelings you can't hide.
Confidence or on the fence
Our very soul at risk
No in-between for troubled teen
The punishment as brisk
So don't let bile turn people vile
Just be the friend you can
No medals earned for people spurned
Just love your fellow man.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Sunday, 26 February 2012
The heart of rain.
The sweetest rainfall heaven sent
brings life where none yet known
It's soothing kiss upon the earth
The heart of seeds just sown
The mighty river ebbs and flows
Through deepest valley winding
But how that river once was borne?
As if we need reminding...!
The sweetest taste of natures fair
Such wonders she enchants
For every raindrop that descends
The gift of life she grants.
So next the rain it bothers you
Look skyward if you dare
Rejoice with me the gift of life
For all of us to share.
brings life where none yet known
It's soothing kiss upon the earth
The heart of seeds just sown
The mighty river ebbs and flows
Through deepest valley winding
But how that river once was borne?
As if we need reminding...!
The sweetest taste of natures fair
Such wonders she enchants
For every raindrop that descends
The gift of life she grants.
So next the rain it bothers you
Look skyward if you dare
Rejoice with me the gift of life
For all of us to share.
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Heaven's scent
The breeze just wafts across the hillside
Takes the valleys in it's stride
Carries scent of natures pantry
There can be no place to hide
Birds that hover on the thermals
Swoop when prey darts into view
Trees that shimmer in the sunlight
Seem to dance for me and you
Summer is alive and kicking
Busy showing off her wares
A multi-coloured sea of wonder
All around her soul she bares
Step into this realm of wonder
'Tis the greatest show on earth
No mear mortal put asunder
Just what this is really worth.
Time is not just here for wasting
Shame on you if that is so
Enjoy what nature lays before you
It's free for you to come and go
Join me here deep in the valleys
Sit with me the longest time
Lay your fears down with your worries
On natures beauty we will dine.
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| Views from the Brown Clee Hill |
Monday, 20 February 2012
The realities of 'Prudence'
"If it wasn't so serious it would be laughable". I imagine if you are in business circles this statement is one you will have heard quite a bit recently. The truth is it IS serious and even worse it IS laughable how the current government posture and preen themselves in public gaze while doing absolutely nothing to ease the current burden being shouldered by SME's in this country.
The economy is reliant on SME's to spark the economy into life from the doldrums the city lowered us into over 3 years ago but instead of focusing on the core product this government like many others is going for the quick 'soundbite' to warrant it's existence. The reality is business people and businesses as a whole are slowly finding their work from ever decreasing circles of supply. In other words the very fuel they rely on to keep alight is dwindling fast.
Now, seasoned campaigners who have been through recessions before (myself included) realise that the sooner you take care of business then business takes care of you, a fact clearly not recognised by the current crew in parliament. SME's are the fuel for the economy as a whole, they are the nightwatchmen of the economy and you ignore them at your peril. Labour courted big business and sold it's corporate soul to the devil and we now see a re-enactment of the same scenario from the Coalition, who, we all remember came in on a wave of 'anti-red-tape' and a promise to secure funding at affordable levels from those who would see us in this mess in the first place, namely the banking industry. Neither of these promises have come to fruition. No surprise there then.
I don't blame government for all our woes, I think as a population we have lived on the credit card train at an unsustainable level far too long and it was always going to come back to haunt us. The 'buy now pay later' era has moved to it's second and hardest phase 'pay later' is here. It seems we are too quick off the mark in wanting to find someone responsible for what in the end are our own very human-like shortcomings. The same can be said about the compensation culture, instead of a simple accident due to our own bad luck or (more often than not) our own stupidity we now HAVE to find someone to blame it on and seek compensation. It destroys our ability to work on our own initiative or take even the slightest risk and worse still it makes running a business a minefield with health and safety issues taking up more paperwork than the firms annual accounts.
So, here is some advice for those that would be king in Downing St. Without fuel your economy will fail, so feed the SME's and they in turn will feed your economy. I would also suggest outlawing companies preying on the poorer amongst us touting for insurance 'no win no fee' accident claims. The money saved on payouts alone would surely equate to the funding of a Nationwide young apprentice scheme. Sounds simple?. The best solutions that work mostly are. Ask any businessman, oh sorry I forgot, we haven't any businessmen in government have we?....
The economy is reliant on SME's to spark the economy into life from the doldrums the city lowered us into over 3 years ago but instead of focusing on the core product this government like many others is going for the quick 'soundbite' to warrant it's existence. The reality is business people and businesses as a whole are slowly finding their work from ever decreasing circles of supply. In other words the very fuel they rely on to keep alight is dwindling fast.
Now, seasoned campaigners who have been through recessions before (myself included) realise that the sooner you take care of business then business takes care of you, a fact clearly not recognised by the current crew in parliament. SME's are the fuel for the economy as a whole, they are the nightwatchmen of the economy and you ignore them at your peril. Labour courted big business and sold it's corporate soul to the devil and we now see a re-enactment of the same scenario from the Coalition, who, we all remember came in on a wave of 'anti-red-tape' and a promise to secure funding at affordable levels from those who would see us in this mess in the first place, namely the banking industry. Neither of these promises have come to fruition. No surprise there then.
I don't blame government for all our woes, I think as a population we have lived on the credit card train at an unsustainable level far too long and it was always going to come back to haunt us. The 'buy now pay later' era has moved to it's second and hardest phase 'pay later' is here. It seems we are too quick off the mark in wanting to find someone responsible for what in the end are our own very human-like shortcomings. The same can be said about the compensation culture, instead of a simple accident due to our own bad luck or (more often than not) our own stupidity we now HAVE to find someone to blame it on and seek compensation. It destroys our ability to work on our own initiative or take even the slightest risk and worse still it makes running a business a minefield with health and safety issues taking up more paperwork than the firms annual accounts.
So, here is some advice for those that would be king in Downing St. Without fuel your economy will fail, so feed the SME's and they in turn will feed your economy. I would also suggest outlawing companies preying on the poorer amongst us touting for insurance 'no win no fee' accident claims. The money saved on payouts alone would surely equate to the funding of a Nationwide young apprentice scheme. Sounds simple?. The best solutions that work mostly are. Ask any businessman, oh sorry I forgot, we haven't any businessmen in government have we?....
The Spirit.
Would I walk with the spirit that so inspired my life?
Would I not be afraid of it's very presence so?
As light slowly fades so death follows life, sure,
And in that unknown darkness of death the spirit soars,
That which we know not of we are certainly afraid.
But have spirits not guided us or spoken to our mortal being?
Have we not meandered from the followed path just once or twice?
And if we knew it was a spirit that guided us hence to that place,
Surely it would follow that fear would be irrational now?.
But life is twisted in it's very course for us,
It holds all the answers and only gives us questions in it's living.
So to live must we embrace the spirit or curse it's following?
Only a wise man or a fool would dare answer with meaning.
Better to embrace the here and now and what you have become,
For only when the light is extinguished will the answer be given truthfully.
Therefore be not afraid I say, of that which you cannot change.
Embrace the spirit that walks with you. As you would any friend.
Would I not be afraid of it's very presence so?
As light slowly fades so death follows life, sure,
And in that unknown darkness of death the spirit soars,
That which we know not of we are certainly afraid.
But have spirits not guided us or spoken to our mortal being?
Have we not meandered from the followed path just once or twice?
And if we knew it was a spirit that guided us hence to that place,
Surely it would follow that fear would be irrational now?.
But life is twisted in it's very course for us,
It holds all the answers and only gives us questions in it's living.
So to live must we embrace the spirit or curse it's following?
Only a wise man or a fool would dare answer with meaning.
Better to embrace the here and now and what you have become,
For only when the light is extinguished will the answer be given truthfully.
Therefore be not afraid I say, of that which you cannot change.
Embrace the spirit that walks with you. As you would any friend.
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Breaktime..
Having been off for a few days to charge the batteries it's never easy coming to the last day, but there is also the thought of sleeping in your own bed once more (hotel beds are never the same) and for me the return to my beloved keyboard with fresh inspiration, so its a two sided sword.
Keeping the kids entertained is never good for inspiration of the written word, as any of you know who have them between the ages of 5 and 8!, so rather than try to be inspired I have bottled it all up for my return.
So after having swum in water-gardens,roller-coasted until I am dizzy and been up a tower that was 450ft high when my previous best was 10ft because i get vertigo on a shag pyle carpet, I think I have earned the right to sit at my keyboard for a few days in total peace and quiet.
That is of course as long as I am allowed to !
Keeping the kids entertained is never good for inspiration of the written word, as any of you know who have them between the ages of 5 and 8!, so rather than try to be inspired I have bottled it all up for my return.
So after having swum in water-gardens,roller-coasted until I am dizzy and been up a tower that was 450ft high when my previous best was 10ft because i get vertigo on a shag pyle carpet, I think I have earned the right to sit at my keyboard for a few days in total peace and quiet.
That is of course as long as I am allowed to !
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
A snippet from 'A sense Of Duty'
Currently I am writing my first novel, I have no idea if this is good or bad, only that it is something i need to say and want to say in words, more importantly i want to share it. Jake is a youngster being raised on a hillside in 1940's Shropshire. This is a small snippet of his story. Feedback would be a big help here, if you have the time. Thanks.
.......Jake had very few toys of any
sort, being a country lad born and bred he made his own entertainment within
reason, chasing the ducks and hens around the farmyard was indeed a great
pastime for a 3 year old, on the other hand he gave the 20 or so geese that
were kept for Christmas a little more respect.
Jake always looked up to his father greatly, he always emulated him as
the big man walked across the beloved hills that they had made their own,
striding with a stick that had a ‘v’ on the top of it to rest his thumb on,
Jake would have his own small stick that he used and pretended to dig into the
ground to help him on his way just like his father was doing. They would walk
for miles together fetching sheep and cattle from across the hills or simply
heading to the ‘local’ butchers and grocers, even though that was still a good
3 mile walk across country.
The surrounding hills were as harsh in winter
as they were breathtakingly beautiful in summer. The views from Clee Top were
the best in Shropshire , the fields and
trees stretched for miles in front of them, homestead farms surrounded by small
cottages that had small white wisps of smoke that seemed to hardly move from
their chimneys, the only sign of visible life far into the distance. The summer
brought a cascade of colour that showed the County in its most favoured light,
Jake used to sit and listen for a few minutes at the noisy hum of so many
insects going about their daily toil, a sure sign that summer was in full flow,
the air smelt heavy with every fragrance that the thriving plant life could
throw out into the air as it competed for the battling bees and other
insect-like pollen catchers that danced amongst them.
These were Salad Days for Jake
though he scarcely knew it. He lived amongst all this and thrived, Jake was
home, at one with what nature had to tell him and slowly as his life mapped out
and he grew older this would come more to the fore. But for now, Jake was happy
just being Jake.
At the age of four Jake was sent
to school. In those days mother didn’t bundle you into a warm car and go and
meet the teachers for a quick chat to help you settle in, Mum just waved from the front door and you
walked, in Jakes case 2 miles to school, even on your very first day. A few
older lads from neighbouring farms took Jake under their wings and showed him
the ropes, something that was normal in the early 1930’s, elder children had
responsibility that extended to the youngsters that were among them and Jake
being Jake he soon made lots of new friends, however that didn’t detract from
the fact that at 4 years of age Jake had to tackle his first day at school on
his own an almost unimaginable scenario in today’s cushioned world.
A few months into school and Jake found himself sat next to
one of the teachers daughters, a Miss Annabelle Spencer, who was just a little
spoilt. Jake had never really seen eye to eye with this little starlet, but
like his Dad before him, Jake said little and watched plenty. One particular
morning the venerable Miss Spencer had an accident that resulted in a wet
floor, something Jake found highly amusing, right up to the point where the
little diva pointed Jake out as the culprit. Jake took the punishment of
smacked legs, despite his innocence and lack of obvious physical evidence as to
the deed and opted instead to tell his mum at teatime what had happened. His
Mum Janet merely replied “I shouldn’t worry son, you won’t be there for very
long anyway, its harvest time soon”.
Indeed those words were the catalyst that saw Jake miss out on plenty of
schooling days, it became the norm for
Jake not to be in school and if he did he was almost always sent home for one
reason or another, in fact late one June day he was sent home as it ‘looked
like snow’ a reason that was common in winter but not so much nearing
mid-summer!.
Jake was fast becoming a man of the land, his boyish good
looks and blonde hair with soft blue eyes stood him out against his friends who
teased his good looks more out of jealousy than an affliction that Jake had to
bear. Jake was a fast runner too, very fast. He won many races at sports day in
the local village and excelled at the distance running. In reality running was
something Jake did every day of his life, fetching animals in and working the
two sheepdogs the family farm kept. Jakes horsemanship was also excellent with
his fearless ability and skill at reading animals thoughts and wishes, he
treated them all with a respect that they seemed to acknowledge, Jake could
make the sheepdogs work better than anyone on the farm, he seemed to be able to
talk to them and they responded with great loyalty to their master who cared
for them deeply, a fact the animals seemed to know. Days turned into weeks and
weeks turned into months, then at the ripe old age of 13 Jake was out of school
for keeps. Jake was overjoyed to be out of School, but it was also a sad day as
Jake knew that now he was expected to work on the family farm for good and
seeing his many friends would become harder and harder to do as he picked up
the mantle of farm worker from his dad.
One True Friend.
You caught me when I fell from grace
You stayed when times were thin
You helped to heal the open wounds
You found the man within
My heart had cried enough it seemed
Alone and on the brink
You filled my cup to brim with life
Then taught me how to drink
The hollow shell that once was me
Has found a way to live
The words of comfort we both shared
Were yours alone to give
Though time has been a cruel friend
The hurt and tears remain
It helps that i can take your hand
Just time and time again
So though I may be far away
Our soul's just melt as one
With you the girl that held me tight
And helped me find the sun.
You stayed when times were thin
You helped to heal the open wounds
You found the man within
My heart had cried enough it seemed
Alone and on the brink
You filled my cup to brim with life
Then taught me how to drink
The hollow shell that once was me
Has found a way to live
The words of comfort we both shared
Were yours alone to give
Though time has been a cruel friend
The hurt and tears remain
It helps that i can take your hand
Just time and time again
So though I may be far away
Our soul's just melt as one
With you the girl that held me tight
And helped me find the sun.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Say what comes into your head..
Just flatlining..neutral.. a nothingness of words....this is what happens when i just write exactly what comes into my head.... don't ask me, I only write this stuff !
Sweet the sound of melody
Sweet the players tune
Sweet the day for you and me
Sweet the loving spoon
Sweet the days reality
Tho we can scarcely see
The way ahead for you and I
It's easier for me
Roll the day into the night
Halt the track of time
If you ask I say I might
It's never seemed sublime
Every heart that ever beat
Or sang a lovers tune
Has stolen just a slice of time
Or chased away the moon
But time and man can never wait
For any mortal soul
I stand alone and hesitate
Yet give the dice a roll
For what we say and what we do,
It's merely part of us
And this we are for evermore
So dont make such a fuss
Take the chance and run at life
One hit is all we get,
And if you're still found wanting
Well you havent finished yet... !
Sweet the sound of melody
Sweet the players tune
Sweet the day for you and me
Sweet the loving spoon
Sweet the days reality
Tho we can scarcely see
The way ahead for you and I
It's easier for me
Roll the day into the night
Halt the track of time
If you ask I say I might
It's never seemed sublime
Every heart that ever beat
Or sang a lovers tune
Has stolen just a slice of time
Or chased away the moon
But time and man can never wait
For any mortal soul
I stand alone and hesitate
Yet give the dice a roll
For what we say and what we do,
It's merely part of us
And this we are for evermore
So dont make such a fuss
Take the chance and run at life
One hit is all we get,
And if you're still found wanting
Well you havent finished yet... !
A little fun at our EU friends expense..
My apologies to Brussels in advance...!
One, two, three, four, five.
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine ,ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because Brussels told me so.
Quotas full and that's my plight
Governments are always right.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
He sued the kings horses he sued the kings men
And now he is richer than all Dragon's Den
Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow
If its in the EU There will be a to do
If you haven't let MAFF and Co. know.
She sells seashells upon the seashore
But Eu told you she cant anymore
She sells seashells but needs a permit ticket
But she says No Eu you can bloomin stick it.
Little Miss muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and way
But Brussels decided
They weren't confided
And told her to throw them away.
Mary had a little lamb
It hadn't got a billet
Brussels said we cant have that
And sent some men to kill it.
Little bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where they're at
She's been reported and now she's deported
And you can thank Brussels for that.
Incy wincy spider climbing up the spout
Incy wincy spider couldn't work it out
Out came the sunshine on that sunny morning
Along with the MP's who said its global warming
Simple Simon met a Pieman going to the Fayre
Said Simple Simon to the Pieman "can I taste your Wear"?
The Pieman said I'm sorry son but they are frozen hard
I transport them at -6 or Europe says I'm barred..
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine ,ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because Brussels told me so.
Quotas full and that's my plight
Governments are always right.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
He sued the kings horses he sued the kings men
And now he is richer than all Dragon's Den
Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow
If its in the EU There will be a to do
If you haven't let MAFF and Co. know.
She sells seashells upon the seashore
But Eu told you she cant anymore
She sells seashells but needs a permit ticket
But she says No Eu you can bloomin stick it.
Little Miss muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and way
But Brussels decided
They weren't confided
And told her to throw them away.
Mary had a little lamb
It hadn't got a billet
Brussels said we cant have that
And sent some men to kill it.
Little bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where they're at
She's been reported and now she's deported
And you can thank Brussels for that.
Incy wincy spider climbing up the spout
Incy wincy spider couldn't work it out
Out came the sunshine on that sunny morning
Along with the MP's who said its global warming
Simple Simon met a Pieman going to the Fayre
Said Simple Simon to the Pieman "can I taste your Wear"?
The Pieman said I'm sorry son but they are frozen hard
I transport them at -6 or Europe says I'm barred..
That Special Place.
The grass shimmers in the the gentle breeze
Moving in waves that seem to caress the ground beneath
It twists and turns as if escaping an unseen foe
Yet in its urgency a beauty is exposed
I sit here on this hill alone but for my thoughts.
The warm sun kisses my face like no mortal dare
It grabs me and shares my very soul
I relax here like no other place on earth.
In the distance cattle graze unaware of my thoughts
Heads down in green field like silken blanket,
The many people in the distance, so many working
Ploughing, walking, driving, all with thoughts and dreams
I feel like an observer, a judge, a spectator on life, not in it
I wonder if others dare go to where I am right now
A time of reflection, self-pity, judgement, a time of reckoning.
All my senses are alive unburdened of their daily routine
The summer's haze fades the farthest view,
Butterflies caress the ground in flight, then settle, but only for a second.
Their flight of fancy catching the eye as if their lives depended on it,
They tussle mid-air as if to celebrate their very existence.
The smell of harvest floats on the breeze, it fills my lungs with the taste of my youth
The days spent running in fields and climbing trees,
Days when the summer sun went on forever, or at least so it seemed
The memories of rain and dark clouds conveniently erased as we grow into adulthood.
Here is peace. Here is the world that I have come to love, just showing off.
I am no stranger here, I am embraced and empowered with a faith
That faith is strong, it has the power to draw me to it like a moth toward light
I feel as one with my surroundings, I am happiest here, its where I belong. My Hill.
Moving in waves that seem to caress the ground beneath
It twists and turns as if escaping an unseen foe
Yet in its urgency a beauty is exposed
I sit here on this hill alone but for my thoughts.
The warm sun kisses my face like no mortal dare
It grabs me and shares my very soul
I relax here like no other place on earth.
In the distance cattle graze unaware of my thoughts
Heads down in green field like silken blanket,
The many people in the distance, so many working
Ploughing, walking, driving, all with thoughts and dreams
I feel like an observer, a judge, a spectator on life, not in it
I wonder if others dare go to where I am right now
A time of reflection, self-pity, judgement, a time of reckoning.
All my senses are alive unburdened of their daily routine
The summer's haze fades the farthest view,
Butterflies caress the ground in flight, then settle, but only for a second.
Their flight of fancy catching the eye as if their lives depended on it,
They tussle mid-air as if to celebrate their very existence.
The smell of harvest floats on the breeze, it fills my lungs with the taste of my youth
The days spent running in fields and climbing trees,
Days when the summer sun went on forever, or at least so it seemed
The memories of rain and dark clouds conveniently erased as we grow into adulthood.
Here is peace. Here is the world that I have come to love, just showing off.
I am no stranger here, I am embraced and empowered with a faith
That faith is strong, it has the power to draw me to it like a moth toward light
I feel as one with my surroundings, I am happiest here, its where I belong. My Hill.
Monday, 13 February 2012
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Merchant Bankers... rhyming slang.
25 security checks
An 08 number dialled
Made to feel inadequate
Belittled and reviled
No-one there to answer to
Incompetence abound
None of them available
And some just not in town
An explanation fruitless
Excuses they've a plenty
It's not their fault again you see
Your bank account is empty
A manager is just not that
A number cruncher true
He has but one sole target
making money out of you
So if you run a business
Had troubles with your bankers
It's not unfair to tell the truth
They're all a bunch of wankers
While business strives to keep our jobs
The bankers brag and gloat
About the money they have made
While we keep all afloat.
Our battered business owners
Have backbones straight and true
While bankers and their owners
Couldn't hold a torch to you
We bailed them out aplenty
When they all got too greedy
But now the purse is empty
When our business is so needy
So here's a proposition,
When recession comes to pass
And bankers find they need us
We all say 'kiss may ass"
Saturday, 11 February 2012
In My Minds Eye..
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/InMyMindsEye.html This was my first effort, very enjoyable, have to admit was a little naive when it was written but it was a great start and if you are thinking of writing something then just do it !!. Am currently piecing together some themed work with illustrations, its hard work but i am looking forward to the challenge.
She...of course!.
Enjoying my evening in the warm... been a long week and a cold day. Hope your Friday evening is a good one too. I wrote this 5 years ago, it still seems very fresh and innocent to me.
The sun wakes up and casts an eye,
across the world I love,
Yet something seems quite different -
and its not from up above..
For time flies by, no question why
and days are just a blur
I try to blame the working game
......but really it is her,
The sparkle she puts in my day,
her smile could light a palace,
They're given free, belong to me -
and given without malice,
So if you ask me what has changed? -
and why my life is heaven
Its down to she, all i can be
And all the love she's given.. .
across the world I love,
Yet something seems quite different -
and its not from up above..
For time flies by, no question why
and days are just a blur
I try to blame the working game
......but really it is her,
The sparkle she puts in my day,
her smile could light a palace,
They're given free, belong to me -
and given without malice,
So if you ask me what has changed? -
and why my life is heaven
Its down to she, all i can be
And all the love she's given.. .
Don't Tell Me...
My daughter Megan's favourite poem by my own hand. Hope you like it too. In pink, she likes pink !
Don't tell me that life is tough,
Don't tell me you've had enough.
Don't tell me your feeling sad,
Don't tell me it makes you mad.
Don't tell me that it's not right,
Don't tell me about your plight.
Don't tell me its so unfair,
Don't tell me that i don't care.
Don't tell me about your woes,
Just take a hint from one who knows.
That we all moan and curse our fate,
When we are but a minute late
And shops aren't open through the night,
The weathers wet or suns too bright
That money never stretches far,
Or you can't have a nice new car
That eating out you had to wait,
There's not enough upon your plate.
For i am he who sees the child
with furrowed brow, so meek and mild
That hasn't food enough to eat
Or shoes upon their blistered feet
That takes a beating every day
that wishes Dad would 'go away'
The child that weeps and no-one hears
And being brave beyond their years
That hasn't Mum or Daddy there
That hasn't anyone to care
That shivers in the darkest night
Yet burns beneath the sun so bright
So don't tell me about your day
How everyone got in your way
Or someone hasn't done their best
Or all you want is home and rest
For in this world we call our home
So many children cope alone
They've not a care about such things,
Or any gift that money brings.
They only have what God allows,
Until he stoops to mop their brows.
So think before you next complain,
And don't tell me about your pain..
Don't tell me that life is tough,
Don't tell me you've had enough.
Don't tell me your feeling sad,
Don't tell me it makes you mad.
Don't tell me that it's not right,
Don't tell me about your plight.
Don't tell me its so unfair,
Don't tell me that i don't care.
Don't tell me about your woes,
Just take a hint from one who knows.
That we all moan and curse our fate,
When we are but a minute late
And shops aren't open through the night,
The weathers wet or suns too bright
That money never stretches far,
Or you can't have a nice new car
That eating out you had to wait,
There's not enough upon your plate.
For i am he who sees the child
with furrowed brow, so meek and mild
That hasn't food enough to eat
Or shoes upon their blistered feet
That takes a beating every day
that wishes Dad would 'go away'
The child that weeps and no-one hears
And being brave beyond their years
That hasn't Mum or Daddy there
That hasn't anyone to care
That shivers in the darkest night
Yet burns beneath the sun so bright
So don't tell me about your day
How everyone got in your way
Or someone hasn't done their best
Or all you want is home and rest
For in this world we call our home
So many children cope alone
They've not a care about such things,
Or any gift that money brings.
They only have what God allows,
Until he stoops to mop their brows.
So think before you next complain,
And don't tell me about your pain..
Friday, 10 February 2012
Committee 1. Country 0.
Do you ever find yourself wondering just who it is that advises MP's and senior management in this country?. I have to admit to being slightly bemused at the amount of time and effort (and money) they put into something that from the off is a complete and utter red herring.
The new health service bill for instance is causing uproar and one can only sit back and watch this implosion of yet another thoroughly ill thought out, ill conceived and completely irrelevant bill hit the deck faster than a speeding bullet.
So, who is responsible for putting such ideas into peoples heads in the first place?. Well I have an idea, a long shot but all the same an idea. It's not the fault of one person in the singular sense, its down to the phenomenon that blights the human race time and again and will do for ever and a day. It's the fault of a committee. Something very strange happens to previously intelligent, like minded people when you put several of them together and task them with putting a plan together. My guess is its because there are so many ego's that need to see their input stand out in the plan that in the end they miss the actual point of why they sat down in the first place.
Sounds harsh?, well perhaps maybe, but look at government as it stands, there are so many petulant snivelling little brats who just have to have their 15 minutes of fame that in the end a decision of common sense proportions is the last thing that will ever happen and if they don't get their way then they will leak something to the press and a 'he said she said' scenario develops for all of us to see, as we have witnessed time and again.
A committee is a group of people that takes a good idea down an alleyway and slowly strangles it to death. This is fact and i believe that a certain Mrs Thatcher was so successful because she controlled those committee's around her so well and had a foresight and complete courage to stand alone and make a decision that would be sadly lacking in today's Blair/Brown/Cameron style of leadership, if you read a speech from Blair to yourself I swear you would not be able to say if it was written for any of the previous 3 Prime Ministers.
Therefore, what we could do with is a bill from an MP who has been asked to do his duty, go into his office, look at all the facts that surround the matter in hand and put something cohesive and workable on the table after consulting not with committee members, but the very people who work the shift and then take the flak or the glory if it works or is a complete white elephant.
This would serve two purposes, firstly it would be there for all to see if the said person can actually do the job that they are charged with and secondly it would make for easier translation as only one person would be needed to explain it.
After all, isn't making key decisions what we actually pay MP's for?
The new health service bill for instance is causing uproar and one can only sit back and watch this implosion of yet another thoroughly ill thought out, ill conceived and completely irrelevant bill hit the deck faster than a speeding bullet.
So, who is responsible for putting such ideas into peoples heads in the first place?. Well I have an idea, a long shot but all the same an idea. It's not the fault of one person in the singular sense, its down to the phenomenon that blights the human race time and again and will do for ever and a day. It's the fault of a committee. Something very strange happens to previously intelligent, like minded people when you put several of them together and task them with putting a plan together. My guess is its because there are so many ego's that need to see their input stand out in the plan that in the end they miss the actual point of why they sat down in the first place.
Sounds harsh?, well perhaps maybe, but look at government as it stands, there are so many petulant snivelling little brats who just have to have their 15 minutes of fame that in the end a decision of common sense proportions is the last thing that will ever happen and if they don't get their way then they will leak something to the press and a 'he said she said' scenario develops for all of us to see, as we have witnessed time and again.
A committee is a group of people that takes a good idea down an alleyway and slowly strangles it to death. This is fact and i believe that a certain Mrs Thatcher was so successful because she controlled those committee's around her so well and had a foresight and complete courage to stand alone and make a decision that would be sadly lacking in today's Blair/Brown/Cameron style of leadership, if you read a speech from Blair to yourself I swear you would not be able to say if it was written for any of the previous 3 Prime Ministers.
Therefore, what we could do with is a bill from an MP who has been asked to do his duty, go into his office, look at all the facts that surround the matter in hand and put something cohesive and workable on the table after consulting not with committee members, but the very people who work the shift and then take the flak or the glory if it works or is a complete white elephant.
This would serve two purposes, firstly it would be there for all to see if the said person can actually do the job that they are charged with and secondly it would make for easier translation as only one person would be needed to explain it.
After all, isn't making key decisions what we actually pay MP's for?
The mask.
Would I be that person you know,
If my face was not a made one?
Would you acknowledge that face?
If it was not to your liking?
Do I have to put a face on for you?
Or is it just to answer my own anxiety?
You smile but you don't say
You stay but you don't answer.
Is it I that you admire?
Or that which man has made?
If you want me changed
Then why did you want ME?.
The scars of change run deeper than your skin,
They stay with you as sure as rivers run,
Yet they are mine to bear.
Mine alone to bear.
As I walk through each chapter of life that i am given,
I find my mask takes more precious moments,
Takes my life... yet I am still me underneath.
Who wants to see the real me?.
I do.... Goodness me... I do.
If my face was not a made one?
Would you acknowledge that face?
If it was not to your liking?
Do I have to put a face on for you?
Or is it just to answer my own anxiety?
You smile but you don't say
You stay but you don't answer.
Is it I that you admire?
Or that which man has made?
If you want me changed
Then why did you want ME?.
The scars of change run deeper than your skin,
They stay with you as sure as rivers run,
Yet they are mine to bear.
Mine alone to bear.
As I walk through each chapter of life that i am given,
I find my mask takes more precious moments,
Takes my life... yet I am still me underneath.
Who wants to see the real me?.
I do.... Goodness me... I do.
Thursday, 9 February 2012
9.2.12 Folded paper.
Have chosen not to read the paper this morning, partly because it just depresses you and also it will be full of the departure of our National football team coach's decision to quit his £6 million job because of his support for our erstwhile team captain the infamous John Terry.
Quite why Mr Capello would jump to the support of Mr Terry who is currently facing a racism charge (in which he vehemently denies any wrong doing) and has been found to be rather less than a gentleman with his other team mates spouses, will always remain a mystery to myself and I am sure countless others, but then again, I dont understand why the game has such a following in the first place so that's hardly surprising!.
I must admit to being something of a football phillistine, I cannot for the life of me see why millions of people up and down the country throw their hard earned at such a bunch spoilt little rich kids, who appear out of the training ground and jump in a new Ferrari and disappear off up to Cheshire-le-Moneybelt while those that actually pay their wages are living mostly in abject poverty. It's not that they are even role models for our offspring, what with arguments with the referees adultery,rascism,tax evasion, you name it we have seen it over the years. One or two do stand out as exemplary in many ways, Gary Lineker was one and obviously David Beckham but it seems alas they are the exception not the rule.
I have a feeling that the ridiculous wages and transfer fees are going to suffer a similar fate to the housing market crash in this country sooner rather than later and in my view the sooner the better, it's at time's like these that people need to have a distraction that they can afford to use, football was always the working man's way of letting off steam from the humdrum of a week's toil, now sadly it is starting to be out of reach for many families, father and son's etc and that is surely to the detriment of the sport and all it stands for.
I for one will continue to read the newspaper until i reach the holiday section then close it and bin it, that is, when i can be bothered to pick it up at all !.
Quite why Mr Capello would jump to the support of Mr Terry who is currently facing a racism charge (in which he vehemently denies any wrong doing) and has been found to be rather less than a gentleman with his other team mates spouses, will always remain a mystery to myself and I am sure countless others, but then again, I dont understand why the game has such a following in the first place so that's hardly surprising!.
I must admit to being something of a football phillistine, I cannot for the life of me see why millions of people up and down the country throw their hard earned at such a bunch spoilt little rich kids, who appear out of the training ground and jump in a new Ferrari and disappear off up to Cheshire-le-Moneybelt while those that actually pay their wages are living mostly in abject poverty. It's not that they are even role models for our offspring, what with arguments with the referees adultery,rascism,tax evasion, you name it we have seen it over the years. One or two do stand out as exemplary in many ways, Gary Lineker was one and obviously David Beckham but it seems alas they are the exception not the rule.
I have a feeling that the ridiculous wages and transfer fees are going to suffer a similar fate to the housing market crash in this country sooner rather than later and in my view the sooner the better, it's at time's like these that people need to have a distraction that they can afford to use, football was always the working man's way of letting off steam from the humdrum of a week's toil, now sadly it is starting to be out of reach for many families, father and son's etc and that is surely to the detriment of the sport and all it stands for.
I for one will continue to read the newspaper until i reach the holiday section then close it and bin it, that is, when i can be bothered to pick it up at all !.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Social Network Hell..?
My status just updated
My thoughts the world will know
My love life "complicated"
My profile says its so
My friends are all out shopping
My mother feeling sick
My ex is just bed hopping
My thoughts are he's a dick
My profile needs updating
My head is in a spin
My friends all sat there waiting
My what a mess I'm in
My Facebook woes are truthful
My keyboard never lies
My friends all look so youthful
My mugshot not so nice
My greatest aspiration
My story I should tell
My message to the nation
This Social Network's hell.
A cold Monday...so what ?
Realistically, hoping for a Monday to be anything other than a damp squib on a cold and icy early February morning is being hopeful in the extreme, but i am ever the optimist, the 6.30 am start this morning doing nothing to inspire anything other than negative thoughts.
However, being the eternal businessman I took my well used sense of humour along with me and was soon having a "what are we doing here?" conversation with an owner driver of a 44 tonne truck who had parked in the yard over the weekend. He too has seen margins for earning a living diminish to the point of barely scraping a living, a sad indictment of that industry in the 21st century.
We spoke of his weekend, he won 2nd place in a kick boxing competition and was justly proud of his achievements despite his sore shins and bruised nose !
Waving him out of the yard i turned my attention to the icy cold looking buildings and snow covered ground and almost felt myself shiver with the cold. I went into the office and grabbed a coffee, enough to bring that smile back to my face as the lads started turning up for a days work in sub-zero conditions, have to admit i admire their aptitude and dedication in such conditions, as tyre fitting is a tough job that takes a special kind of mentality when faced with such searing cold weather, proving that once again however much the newspapers fill our heads with the sins of the youngsters these days they merely scrape the surface of the fantastic youngsters this country possesses.
So, Monday almost dealt with apart from a glass of orange juice and a couple of Jaffa cakes sat on a plate next to me as i write in a lovely warm home, it's not all bad when we think about it !.
However, being the eternal businessman I took my well used sense of humour along with me and was soon having a "what are we doing here?" conversation with an owner driver of a 44 tonne truck who had parked in the yard over the weekend. He too has seen margins for earning a living diminish to the point of barely scraping a living, a sad indictment of that industry in the 21st century.
We spoke of his weekend, he won 2nd place in a kick boxing competition and was justly proud of his achievements despite his sore shins and bruised nose !
Waving him out of the yard i turned my attention to the icy cold looking buildings and snow covered ground and almost felt myself shiver with the cold. I went into the office and grabbed a coffee, enough to bring that smile back to my face as the lads started turning up for a days work in sub-zero conditions, have to admit i admire their aptitude and dedication in such conditions, as tyre fitting is a tough job that takes a special kind of mentality when faced with such searing cold weather, proving that once again however much the newspapers fill our heads with the sins of the youngsters these days they merely scrape the surface of the fantastic youngsters this country possesses.
So, Monday almost dealt with apart from a glass of orange juice and a couple of Jaffa cakes sat on a plate next to me as i write in a lovely warm home, it's not all bad when we think about it !.
A time to think..?
Be still like stone had made you so,
Be silent just like flowers grow
Think thoughts that light the darkest night
Make wishes you can keep in sight
Yourself and all your thoughts transpire
Those moments spent in lifetimes fire
For mortal souls like us abound
Find life a toil without such sound.
The air we breath unto us sacred
Born unto our mothers naked
In that wail of new born cries
Our birth begins our own demise
So take a message we should heed
On life's harsh pace and chronic greed
That from the cradle to the grave
Money makes us all a slave.
Money makes us all a slave.
Monday, 6 February 2012
The sales pitch..
Not exactly artistic but great fun to do, hope it makes you smile.
Its quarter to Eight and nan sits alone
Eastenders is suitably violent
Then without warning there goes the phone
When she answers it's suddenly silent.
Then a click and a whirr and a very loud buzz
As a young Asian guy breaks the quiet
"Good evening Miss Cartwright I wont make a fuss
I have something, I Know you will buy it!"
"But really young man i don't think I would
I'm sure you are wasting your time"
"Aah but Miss Cartwright the deals so good
Believe me its worth every dime."
So nan just sits back and hears the old crack
As the man tries to pedal his wares
"I'm here to save legs and even your back
With a seat that will take you upstairs."
"It makes you a cuppa and sings you a song
And carries you like you're on air
From bottom to top it wont take you long
you arrive with scarcely a care"
"But".. Nan interrupts with the gentlest of tones
And says "Oooh it really sounds nice
its just not for me, can i watch the TV?
As Eastenders is my only vice."
Our man hasn't heard, he's into his pitch
There's really no stopping his banter
"I've got you a discount, there wont be a glitch
And we"ll throw in a crystal decanter"
"Now look here young man you are wasting your time"
Gran says with the longest of sighs
"But Miss my stair lift"s the best that there is"
And continues as she rolls her eyes
"I tell you this now i will alter my price
just for you more than fifty per cent!"
"No thanks" says poor Nan still being so nice
"It really won't make any sense"
"It will save you a walk to the top of the stairs
It will make you so happy I know!"
"That's maybe" she grumbles "ask someone who cares!"
"Cos my house is a damn bungalow...!"
The phone then fell silent a word wasn't spoken
our salesmen knew he was beat
The banter was gone and his spirit was broken
He beat out a hasty retreat.
The dial tone sent out a horrible sound
As Nan put the phone on the shelf
"There's not a dull moment with that lot around"
Nan chuckled along to herself.
So slowly she eased back into her chair
Eastenders was still just as minging
She put on her earmuffs with hardly a care
As the phone began noisily ringing...........
Its quarter to Eight and nan sits alone
Eastenders is suitably violent
Then without warning there goes the phone
When she answers it's suddenly silent.
Then a click and a whirr and a very loud buzz
As a young Asian guy breaks the quiet
"Good evening Miss Cartwright I wont make a fuss
I have something, I Know you will buy it!"
"But really young man i don't think I would
I'm sure you are wasting your time"
"Aah but Miss Cartwright the deals so good
Believe me its worth every dime."
So nan just sits back and hears the old crack
As the man tries to pedal his wares
"I'm here to save legs and even your back
With a seat that will take you upstairs."
"It makes you a cuppa and sings you a song
And carries you like you're on air
From bottom to top it wont take you long
you arrive with scarcely a care"
"But".. Nan interrupts with the gentlest of tones
And says "Oooh it really sounds nice
its just not for me, can i watch the TV?
As Eastenders is my only vice."
Our man hasn't heard, he's into his pitch
There's really no stopping his banter
"I've got you a discount, there wont be a glitch
And we"ll throw in a crystal decanter"
"Now look here young man you are wasting your time"
Gran says with the longest of sighs
"But Miss my stair lift"s the best that there is"
And continues as she rolls her eyes
"I tell you this now i will alter my price
just for you more than fifty per cent!"
"No thanks" says poor Nan still being so nice
"It really won't make any sense"
"It will save you a walk to the top of the stairs
It will make you so happy I know!"
"That's maybe" she grumbles "ask someone who cares!"
"Cos my house is a damn bungalow...!"
The phone then fell silent a word wasn't spoken
our salesmen knew he was beat
The banter was gone and his spirit was broken
He beat out a hasty retreat.
The dial tone sent out a horrible sound
As Nan put the phone on the shelf
"There's not a dull moment with that lot around"
Nan chuckled along to herself.
So slowly she eased back into her chair
Eastenders was still just as minging
She put on her earmuffs with hardly a care
As the phone began noisily ringing...........
It just can't be a fair world.
A harsh statement?. Well if we lived in a perfect world then yes, to say it cannot be a fair world is almost like speaking the unspoken. But just for a moment let's look at the reason for that statement and see where it takes us.
To earn money and to keep a democracy alive and well we need 2 essential ingredients, pay and taxes. We get paid and out of that we pay taxes and from that our elected democratic leaders distribute those taxes to pay for services that we all need to get by in a modern world.
In principle it seems simple and to be honest it really is that simple. However, problems can and do arise, simply because human nature has a habit of being 'river like' in that it likes to follow the path of least resistance. If you offer someone an easier path to take the majority will take it and that is where we are at the moment.
To be successful in any area of business takes hard work and commitment with endless unpaid hours that take you away from your family and friends and ruin your social life. This sacrifice is on it's own bad enough but when you see people sat around while you juggle all these balls in the air taking a very nice living out of your toil that is when democracy starts to be called into question by the very people that built it and also the leadership that controls the funds you are paying in to it.
Not one single businessman or woman i have ever spoken to has an issue with paying tax. Surprised?. Well, to be honest I wasn't. Any business person worth their salt realises you only get out what you put in, something in-grained in your psych after a while and something all of us need to understand if we are to succeed and there is where the problem of modern day democracy lies.
While we are so busy looking after those that are less fortunate than ourselves we ignore at our peril, the breadwinners, the engine room of freedom, the very power house that keeps all the wheels firmly on the track and pointed in the right direction.
What we have amongst business people in the UK at the moment is a series of issues all making the larger issue much more dramatic than it should be. Little or no help from the banking community, extra legislation, late payment of bills, fuel costs, health and safety issues, insurance costs rising at alarming rates etc etc, all that thrown into the pot that is 'recession' and you have a recipe for a very muted slow moving business world.
In order to keep the wheels of industry turning, small to medium businesses need nurturing and encouragement. They need investment and guidance while building an empire and more importantly than that once built that empire should be protected not destroyed by taxes that get diverted to those who would not work to achieve or seek to make life impossible with legislation that has no place in efficiency.
That is where the title to this peace comes in, we need to reward those that get off their backsides as it were and chastise those that refuse to help build the society we all wish for. As in nature the fittest survive, harsh but fact. It's how Mother Nature has survived all these years, it's the law of the jungle.
Now, of course I am not advocating throwing all the weaker people in society to the wolves on Monday morning, far from it, but we must learn to take more notice of where the very blankets we shelter under actually come from, if you enjoy the benefits of free speech and freedom to be yourself then at some point regardless of your position you have to contribute to that society or it starts to fall apart.
Bonuses paid to Bankers and business leaders are not where society should be looking to put it's house in order, yes it's true the numbers are obscene but they are relative to earnings. If it's a high powered job then it needs a high power salary, that's how it works or why would the very best people in the world be in our country? ..it's human nature at work again, it happens at the top of the tree and it happens at the bottom, who is right? the businessman getting a bonus of 1 million pounds from shear hard work or the guy on benefits at the end of the road that does a little work for cash to supplement their pay? it's all relative, £30 to the man down the road is a tidy sum of money the same as if you are on huge monthly pay and enjoy a bonus, one is still legal, the other is breaking the law. We need to appreciate those that bring work to our doorsteps and look after them, yes more so than those that choose not to work. That's how it should work and that's how Mother Nature survives.
To earn money and to keep a democracy alive and well we need 2 essential ingredients, pay and taxes. We get paid and out of that we pay taxes and from that our elected democratic leaders distribute those taxes to pay for services that we all need to get by in a modern world.
In principle it seems simple and to be honest it really is that simple. However, problems can and do arise, simply because human nature has a habit of being 'river like' in that it likes to follow the path of least resistance. If you offer someone an easier path to take the majority will take it and that is where we are at the moment.
To be successful in any area of business takes hard work and commitment with endless unpaid hours that take you away from your family and friends and ruin your social life. This sacrifice is on it's own bad enough but when you see people sat around while you juggle all these balls in the air taking a very nice living out of your toil that is when democracy starts to be called into question by the very people that built it and also the leadership that controls the funds you are paying in to it.
Not one single businessman or woman i have ever spoken to has an issue with paying tax. Surprised?. Well, to be honest I wasn't. Any business person worth their salt realises you only get out what you put in, something in-grained in your psych after a while and something all of us need to understand if we are to succeed and there is where the problem of modern day democracy lies.
While we are so busy looking after those that are less fortunate than ourselves we ignore at our peril, the breadwinners, the engine room of freedom, the very power house that keeps all the wheels firmly on the track and pointed in the right direction.
What we have amongst business people in the UK at the moment is a series of issues all making the larger issue much more dramatic than it should be. Little or no help from the banking community, extra legislation, late payment of bills, fuel costs, health and safety issues, insurance costs rising at alarming rates etc etc, all that thrown into the pot that is 'recession' and you have a recipe for a very muted slow moving business world.
In order to keep the wheels of industry turning, small to medium businesses need nurturing and encouragement. They need investment and guidance while building an empire and more importantly than that once built that empire should be protected not destroyed by taxes that get diverted to those who would not work to achieve or seek to make life impossible with legislation that has no place in efficiency.
That is where the title to this peace comes in, we need to reward those that get off their backsides as it were and chastise those that refuse to help build the society we all wish for. As in nature the fittest survive, harsh but fact. It's how Mother Nature has survived all these years, it's the law of the jungle.
Now, of course I am not advocating throwing all the weaker people in society to the wolves on Monday morning, far from it, but we must learn to take more notice of where the very blankets we shelter under actually come from, if you enjoy the benefits of free speech and freedom to be yourself then at some point regardless of your position you have to contribute to that society or it starts to fall apart.
Bonuses paid to Bankers and business leaders are not where society should be looking to put it's house in order, yes it's true the numbers are obscene but they are relative to earnings. If it's a high powered job then it needs a high power salary, that's how it works or why would the very best people in the world be in our country? ..it's human nature at work again, it happens at the top of the tree and it happens at the bottom, who is right? the businessman getting a bonus of 1 million pounds from shear hard work or the guy on benefits at the end of the road that does a little work for cash to supplement their pay? it's all relative, £30 to the man down the road is a tidy sum of money the same as if you are on huge monthly pay and enjoy a bonus, one is still legal, the other is breaking the law. We need to appreciate those that bring work to our doorsteps and look after them, yes more so than those that choose not to work. That's how it should work and that's how Mother Nature survives.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Remember.
I have someone who's opinion I value greatly who dissuades me to write about wartime or anything to do with soldiers and the battlefield. I try to keep out of such subjects as I am no expert and I know she is right, but just this once I am indulging myself because I quite like this, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed piecing it together, I also hope my great friend is not too upset with my choice.
Fresh breeze awash with meadows scent
Enhanced by natures rhythm
Through broken silence voices heard
Respond to orders given
The call to arms it's time to go
Strikes fear borne straight from hell
To march towards their foreign foe
The prize... to live and tell.
We asked so much of just so few
Words spoken now by many
A throw-away that hides such pain
The few will know, If any.
Fierce battle raged in sky so blue
God's canvas spoilt by hatred
They fought this hell for me and you
As families watched and waited
So here's to fragrant meadow's thus,
That once knew so much sorrow
To those that gave their last today
So we may have tomorrow.
Fresh breeze awash with meadows scent
Enhanced by natures rhythm
Through broken silence voices heard
Respond to orders given
The call to arms it's time to go
Strikes fear borne straight from hell
To march towards their foreign foe
The prize... to live and tell.
We asked so much of just so few
Words spoken now by many
A throw-away that hides such pain
The few will know, If any.
Fierce battle raged in sky so blue
God's canvas spoilt by hatred
They fought this hell for me and you
As families watched and waited
So here's to fragrant meadow's thus,
That once knew so much sorrow
To those that gave their last today
So we may have tomorrow.
Voodoo?..yes i do too.
This is what happens just after reading a Dr Suess book to my kids...can't help myself can I !
What do you do? I do? you do?
I do voodoo you do? I do!.
Is voodoo that you do true to?
I do voodoo true to. here too.
If you do voodoo here to
when do you do voodoo there to?.
There to? i do voodoo its true you knew
I knew... who knew you do voodoo?
You knew I do voodoo here to
I knew you do voodoo there too.
I do voodoo here too you knew
no i knew you voodoo'd there too.
Here too voodoo I knew not now
There too voodoo hits the spot now.
I voodoo here and there i do do
The here and there i never knew true
What do you do? I do? you do?
I do voodoo you do? I do!.
Is voodoo that you do true to?
I do voodoo true to. here too.
If you do voodoo here to
when do you do voodoo there to?.
There to? i do voodoo its true you knew
I knew... who knew you do voodoo?
You knew I do voodoo here to
I knew you do voodoo there too.
I do voodoo here too you knew
no i knew you voodoo'd there too.
Here too voodoo I knew not now
There too voodoo hits the spot now.
I voodoo here and there i do do
The here and there i never knew true
A hot coffee and a warm house.
Sometimes the simplest things really are the best in life and I am a firm believer in that tale.
I have managed to get myself in just about every situation possible in business, from absolutely flying to struggling for my very survival, but in all those times i have managed to clear any thoughts of business from my mind in the evening and relax.
I don't worship money, in fact i loathe money as it loses you good friends and attracts false ones by the dozen.
I have managed to get myself in just about every situation possible in business, from absolutely flying to struggling for my very survival, but in all those times i have managed to clear any thoughts of business from my mind in the evening and relax.
I don't worship money, in fact i loathe money as it loses you good friends and attracts false ones by the dozen.
I have no wish to be a millionaire or ever want to be rolling in money, i would be happy to be just comfortable, something of a task in today's business climate as i am sure most of you will appreciate.
Over the last few weeks I have stepped back from my full time onslaught of running my tyre company and commercial vehicle sales and service outlets and let the staff carry on without me, while i turn my hand to catching up with a bit of life. When I say life I mean not working all day Saturday and Sunday and having an hour off when I want one and, believe it or not the business hasn't fallen around my ears, in fact dare i say it, its running very smoothly without my input.
I now feel a little less than useful as I have been used to being at the centre of all that was going on, now I see Lee my manager simply getting on with the job and even making improvements that are making quite a difference. I hate to say it but I am almost feeling a little redundant.
So, time to focus on something new I think. But what?. I have been writing poetry and am in the middle of my first book so perhaps I should knuckle down and get that all finished and put some new rhymes together, but hang on, that's not earning a crust and I couldn't do it full time. I have had some experience in public speaking am/dram of late so perhaps i should go and tread the boards for a while?.. then again i need to eat and i think that may be a step too far and i would be homeless in weeks !.
I get the feeling this could be the start of my very own mid-life crisis. Now there's food for thought. I suppose if a fast motorcycle and a soft-top classic car appear on the drive accompanied by urges to go to the gym more often it will mean it's almost certain.
So i guess for now, I should stick to a warm house and a cup of coffee, both guaranteed to bring a calming influence during troubled times, while i consider my future contributions to society and my bank manager. Cast adrift mid-forties ,mmm... pass me that motorcycle price list someone...
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Homecoming.
They say a soul can never wain
They say a life cannot be be bought
That life and love can bring such pain
And using them cannot be taught
A single shadow walks beside us
Traces every waking breath
Never shows just what's inside us
Only vanquished by our death
So lay my hat right here beside me
Question not my right to stay
For feelings that have grown inside me
Brought me home I'm here to stay.
They say a life cannot be be bought
That life and love can bring such pain
And using them cannot be taught
A single shadow walks beside us
Traces every waking breath
Never shows just what's inside us
Only vanquished by our death
So lay my hat right here beside me
Question not my right to stay
For feelings that have grown inside me
Brought me home I'm here to stay.
Friday, 3 February 2012
Why do spiders spin a web?..
I have way too much time on my hands sometimes ! ... just for fun.
Why do spiders build a web
Without a tiled roof?
No shelter there without a care
Less than waterproof
In wind and rain he hangs on tight
A task he so enjoys
Never seems to have a care
worries not of noise
No doors to open glass to clean
And always fresh and gleaming
could it be he builds a web
to cut out all the cleaning?
I doubt it is the simple truth
our spider seems so busy
Round and round he spins his silk
So rarely getting dizzy
Well maybe he just likes fresh air
And dangling from his castle
Or maybe building tiled roofs
Is just a load of hassle.
What thought has he of human needs
Or why he needs to shelter
He spins his web and stands well back
And says "wow that's a belter!"
Thursday, 2 February 2012
The world of the parent..
spoken with just a wry smile..
Without reason or rhyme we take on the task
Of bringing up youngsters, no questions we ask,
But what if we did?,would results be the same?
Would we rush to the bedroom with only one aim?
Would our ardour be crushed by the thought of no sleep?
Knowing of just what hours you"ll keep,
The wailing on high and nappies galore
Are only a taster of what is in store,
And don't think a day out will give you a break
Not with the clutter you"ll now have to take!
With wipes and the nappies, a pushchair to load
The cars on the floor barely missing the road
Then off you all go, but soon you"ll be met
With the Disney CD and "are we there yet?"
When you arrive they all want a wee,
Which isn't so easy now you have three!
So Dad heads for one loo while Mum to another
To relieve the toddlers, sisters and brother,
Then prams get filled and we are off at a gallop,
"Just watch where your going!", oh no, too late, Wallop!
So screams fill the air as they show you the grazes
Just how you keep going it really amazes,
round for the groceries and shops as you pant,
"I want an ice cream" "oh no you cant!"
Then off for dinner but your not surprised
When hoops of spaghetti fly past your eyes,
Then comes the pudding, oh what a mistake!
2 wanted ice cream but you've got "em cake
Now dinner is over, the battle is won,
How did you cope before all this fun?
And when day is through and you've packed all away
And you've sung all the rhymes as in bed they lay,
You sit down and cuddle the one that you love
open some wine and then thank God above
For all the tough work is sure not in vain,
And given the chance you"d do it again!!
What a tangled 'Fred' we weave...
I have to admit to being slightly sceptical at the merits and eventual repercussions of stripping 'Sir' Fred of his title. It's not that it wasn't deserved in some way but more to do with those that sought his head for his obvious part in the demise of RBS.
You see, if you read the 'Good' book it say most distinctly 'Do unto others as you would have done unto you' which loosely speaking means if you live in a glass house don't throw stones for use of a more modern term.
It's all very well politicians baying for blood and holding up the token scalp for the sake of a Daily Mail headline and it's readers, but the reality is those that now crow and pout with their chests stuck firmly skywards were, in the last two years being investigated for a worse crime ie: defrauding the country out of millions on hyped up expenses on second homes and porn movies.
It leaves a somewhat bitter taste that even our own Prime Minister at the time sold our gold when it was at rock bottom and then raided our pensions and yet has skipped town without so much as a flick in his ear. Surely pro rata it follows that if Fred loses his title then our very own Mr Brown should be locked in the Tower permanently?.
Alas, we live in a world that let's people in public office behave as if they are some overpaid spoilt 'A' list celebrity in town to promote a new film or series, gone are the days of dignity in office, now all we have is a massaged and rehearsed performance with scarcely a hair out of place in a freshly ironed suit or dress..( the vision of Michael Foots bedraggled grey/white locks being as untamed as an African lion on speed, seem a very distant memory for instance) .. no, we have Mr Tv or Mrs celeb for politicians these days and if i am honest it worries me but in true English style i will moan but put up with it as is our 'duty' in this poor wretch of an excuse for a Country.
So is Fred worthy of being stripped of his 'Sir-dom'?, if we, as the general voting public had decided it by referendum then probably so, but as his scalp was offered on a plate by no less than a pack of wolves with their own agenda then the answer would be no, he has suffered enough for mistakes made by all the financial industry AND the government of the time, so to quote another religious line, 'there but for the grace of God go I' ought to be entrenched into our current leaders psych.
You see, if you read the 'Good' book it say most distinctly 'Do unto others as you would have done unto you' which loosely speaking means if you live in a glass house don't throw stones for use of a more modern term.
It's all very well politicians baying for blood and holding up the token scalp for the sake of a Daily Mail headline and it's readers, but the reality is those that now crow and pout with their chests stuck firmly skywards were, in the last two years being investigated for a worse crime ie: defrauding the country out of millions on hyped up expenses on second homes and porn movies.
It leaves a somewhat bitter taste that even our own Prime Minister at the time sold our gold when it was at rock bottom and then raided our pensions and yet has skipped town without so much as a flick in his ear. Surely pro rata it follows that if Fred loses his title then our very own Mr Brown should be locked in the Tower permanently?.
Alas, we live in a world that let's people in public office behave as if they are some overpaid spoilt 'A' list celebrity in town to promote a new film or series, gone are the days of dignity in office, now all we have is a massaged and rehearsed performance with scarcely a hair out of place in a freshly ironed suit or dress..( the vision of Michael Foots bedraggled grey/white locks being as untamed as an African lion on speed, seem a very distant memory for instance) .. no, we have Mr Tv or Mrs celeb for politicians these days and if i am honest it worries me but in true English style i will moan but put up with it as is our 'duty' in this poor wretch of an excuse for a Country.
So is Fred worthy of being stripped of his 'Sir-dom'?, if we, as the general voting public had decided it by referendum then probably so, but as his scalp was offered on a plate by no less than a pack of wolves with their own agenda then the answer would be no, he has suffered enough for mistakes made by all the financial industry AND the government of the time, so to quote another religious line, 'there but for the grace of God go I' ought to be entrenched into our current leaders psych.
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Reflection.
Sometimes i chance to sit awhile
And take a breath of life
As day to day we miss the point
And moan about the strife
We miss the times that matter most
We"re blinded by our need
To grab the things that money brings
I guess we call it greed.
But now its calm the world is still
I pause and then reflect
What life should mean in all its forms
Perhaps just more respect.
For friends I've met along the way
have made it all worthwhile
They've held me tight when it seemed right
And gone the extra mile.
I know you've given me so much
A reason just to live
Then showed me life in different times
And all life has to give.
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