Turn the tide.

 In my mind the world I knew had no more answers,

All the crossroads led the way to perfect hell

It was time to run or go down always fighting

The demons that no one inside could tell.

I ran so hard to stop my heart from breaking

The choice of looking back was never mine

No doubts about the risks that I was taking.

Just chasing all I had and that was time.

If you think walking out is really easy 

That time will heal the hurt that sits inside

That all the world will change when you start running

My friends I tell you it won’t turn the tide.

I sat alone so many different evenings

Just thoughts that ran each corner of my mind

No one could help the nightmare of my feelings

The people that I loved seemed so unkind 

But life must always judge you from two corners

Your version you must walk a lonely trail

Through Summer Spring and all the cold of winters

That ship of your decisions you must sail.

If you think walking out is really easy 

That time will heal the hurt that sits inside

That all the world will change when you start running

My friends I tell you it won’t turn the tide.

The grass well it may seem a little greener

Your life more tranquil than the hurt you felt

But I can tell you tides ain’t  keen on turning 

Despite the hand that you think you were dealt.

You can’t run and hide from all life’s asking

Your mind will tell that it’s fit to run

But that ain’t sun in which you think your basking

It’s just the calm before the storms begun.

If you think walking out is really easy 

That time will heal the hurt that sits inside

That all the world will change when you start running

My friends I tell you it won’t turn the tide.

No, It won’t turn the tide,

No, no It just won’t turn the tide,

It matters what’s inside 

It won’t turn… the tide.

The New Year.

 Happy New Year.

The table sits in darkened room

Its fare now spent its contents strewn

All use now ended, empty shell

A place where memories will dwell.

For this is last years empty table

Feasted on by all those able

Some who sat and sang their best

Now left this mortal life to rest.

Friends anew have stepped on board

As life continues rest assured

From growing light the room next door

The circle starts again once more.

A brand new table full and flowing

The contents never ours for knowing

Life will guide you now you’re here

So take your place for this New Year.

And dine on newly laid out feast

When hope and faith are all increased

Now welcome what the new year brings

As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings. 

Have a good COVID safe 2021 all. 👏🎉

From your good friends down under!🇦🇺

Time Will Tell.

I sat all alone this Xmas,

So rarely do I have the time,

But while contemplating,

I read so much hating,

From people chatting online.

You see I was born so polite,

That swearing well, just wasn't hip,

If you shouted out loud

And you weren't in a crowd,

Your ear ended up with a clip.

But now it's a normal reaction,

It scarcely raises a titter,

On Facebook they swear,

With scarcely a care

And dont start me off on that Twitter.

The voices are straight from the gutter,

The words are simply just bile,

No care of offence,

Free speech the defence,

And often a sarcastic smile.

The bully has found their own heaven,

Like the playground you have no rights,

They can give you a poke,

Just claim its a joke,

And hide behind hundreds of "likes".

Of course this won't last forever,

We've seen it all time and again,

When only a fool,

Will think Twitter is cool,

As it floats like a turd down the drain.

So there I was sitting and thinking,

I surely just wasted my day,

There are nice people too,

Just like me and you,

They scarcely are given a say.

So next time you read something nasty,

Just remember this poem again,

They want a reaction,

There's no need for action,

They'll slide like that turd down the drain.

 

There seems to be a problem.

There seems to be a problem,

Everyone's involved,

The world has stopped revolving

A disease has taken hold.

There seems to be a problem,

The new out is now in

We sit indoors and stare at walls

And struggle to stay thin.

There seems to be a problem,

Many now are dead,

Just wear a mask and dont dare ask,

The Politicians said.

There seems to be a problem,

The planes are parked in rows

No checking in, we're checking out,

To where, nobody knows.

There seems to be a problem,

People cannot breathe,

If you are in a hot spot

You're not allowed to leave.

There seems to be a problem,

But Houston cant reply

No-ones there to guide them in,

We're leaving them to die.

There seems to be a problem

No short cut can be taken

Its not the flu its something new

We need a vaccination.

There seems to be a problem

The flu is here to stay,

Just one more vaccination

Is what you'll hear them say.

There seems to be a problem,

A body bag for you?

The world has stopped revolving

My goodness...we have too.

A New Normal?

Strange times indeed. The world is a very different place to the one we knew just a few months ago. The almost intangible emergence of a semi-apocalyptic virus shutting the globe down is surely the stuff of the latest Stephen King thriller. People have been locked down (the new in-word) for weeks, deaths of seven to eight hundred a day in countries throughout mainland Europe are common place and we struggle to even comprehend the scale of just what confronts us.
The source of such horror has reportedly been traced to the so-called "wet markets" in China. For the uninitiated these markets sell anything that breathes, then kills it, cooks it, (sometimes not) and then feeds it to an omnipresent customer base while they wait. Whilst consuming such delicacies as rats, bats and dogs, (there are also the "normal" options of chicken and fish), wet markets play a very important part of the rural Chinese economy and cries to close them, (as has been suggested of late) would simply drive such business underground and as such, probably cause greater damage to not only the eager consumers but possibly the entire world in one fell swoop.

China has (rightly so) been chastised internationally for its lack of transparency in regard to this current Corona Virus outbreak. Previous outbreaks in the form of SARS have largely been restricted to the Asia peninsula but unfortunately, maybe due to the relative easy access to air travel at an affordable price, we have seen a much quicker development of the COVID19 variant across the Globe, in no small way, lets not forget, also attributable to the contagious qualities of the virus, far more-so than any previous mutations.
The consumption of raw meats and in particular, so science would lead us to believe, bats and snakes, has helped the virus to jump the species barrier to humans, this most unnatural way of life which (to most Westerners is abhorrent) is the norm in these markets. This being the case though perhaps the best way forward would seem to be education and better regulation of such arenas. I know that America is calling for the banning of such markets, (I believe the WHO have been clumsy at best to this point) and its understandable that this is the case. On the contrary, though, I believe now we should be pressing China to bring in stricter regulations, endorse what can and cant be done and stick to it. Only then can we start to tackle these cesspits of infection and Zoonotic diseases.

So, from here what do we see? More lock down is surely on the cards, borders will be closed across States and Countries for the foreseeable future. We will all learn much from this, not only about social manners but also the art of self-distancing that will include more hand washing and better hygiene, in itself, not a bad outcome!  As far as the Global markets are concerned they are taking a bashing, but as we have seen many times before, they survive, mostly with some new millionaires and some new bankruptcies, but they survive. It will also be interesting indeed to see if Sweden's herd immunity works in the long run, as we know they have only asked the vulnerable to self-isolate and given everyone else cart-blanche, except for the two meter rule. Although at present per-capita their death rate is higher than America, it remains to be seen how much quicker they turn the corner.

 As for myself? Well I am at home entering my fifth week of isolation, any of you who know me well will know that cutting my arms off would have been a less severe punishment! But we all have to make major adjustments and motivate ourselves to carry on.
 My adopted Country Australia has so far dodged the worst of the virus by locking down early and keeping those lock downs in place, though of course it is well paragraphed that cruise ships have caused almost half of the current death toll, which raises an even larger eyebrow when we are told the industry has seen forward cruise bookings increase by over 40%. Maybe some natural selection is at work there, but I am sure the cruise lines will be doing everything to keep their customers safe.
All in all however, as stated Australia has been very fortunate, unlike our European friends Spain, UK and most notably Italy.
So, in such times that we find ourselves, lets all be thankful for what we have, not what we haven't got, lets talk to our older neighbours and offer support where its needed, lets take this time to make life adjustments, spend time with the kids if possible and take it as a "time out".
 Motivation (or lack of it) is just our heads adjusting to what is no longer "normal". This can also be a time of self revelation so don't waste it and hopefully we will have learned enough from this to avoid such an issue in the future and even better we find a new 'normal' that helps us appreciate the simpler things we now have no access to.

 Stay safe and well all.

This Virus #COViD19

This virus is hectic
population eclectic,
Hurtful, painful seen it so hateful,
Spreading its claws
Through windows and doors,
Use your hand wash,
It ain't tosh
Do as I'm preaching,
Save your life I'm teaching
Insightful advice you'll know it's damn spiteful
No pill gonna save ya
Chase you to the grave yeah,
No conversations,
This bug will sink nations.
Keep yo ass indoors,
Help yo mum with da chores
Use your head, don't be dead, take it as read.
Keep your own distance,
Wash yo hands, be consistent,
You need to exist,
Don't end up on a list,
This disease ain't sick
Its gonna kill you quick.
Come into your home, dying all alone, no one on the phone,
When you sneezes,
It gonna spread diseases,
Cough into yo elbow
Stop the germs in the airflow,
Remember what I said,
Or you gonna end up dead.

Amongst The Breeze.

A breeze can muster thoughts that dwell,
From years that served our souls so well,
Of spirits high in warming sun,
So etched upon our minds so young.

The grass that waved upon our meeting,
As pure by chance a moments fleeting,
Would share our dreams from therein after,
Forever mixed with tears and laughter.

And how our parents spawned these feelings,
Protected us with walls and ceilings,
They fed our hunger, quenched our thirst,
Bathed our sickness, placed us first.

Our days gone by so real and pure,

Our thoughts not clouded that’s for sure,

No phones or photos clicked to send 

No Social Network, cardboard friends.

As I grow older now I see,

Just what those days had meant to me,

Mistakes we’ve made or so it seems,

Have robbed our children of such dreams.

One day the sands of time will call,

Our earthly bodies fade, then fall.
Return to dust from whence we came,
Our thoughts amongst the breeze again.



 

Kids No More..

Facebook makes promises kids cant deliver
Their souls overwhelmed by the networking river

Make-up and make-outs are shared with a selfie
Diva's on You-tube get fabulously wealthy

Feeding on children that just don't know better
Hoping to be the new fashion trendsetter

The kids are all fucked up before they're eleven
Presents discarded no sooner than given

All pleading for iphones and ipads and make-up
Pouting and posing before the next break up,

A million likes for those schoolgirl poses
Pushing their top lip right up to their noses

Now bullying sits in the heart of the home,
There is no escape for your kids from a phone

What happened to kids being kids just a while?
Ask Instagram Snap-Chat and that bloody mobile.

Our lives are now lived in a bowl like goldfishes
Dictated by Apps that betray all our wishes

By promising so much, but handing us nowt
And kids with illusions they are living without

So now we have bullying, suicides then follow,
Doesn't it make so called progress seem hollow?

Remember?

The night cloaked the day like a slow curtain closing
The lights all came on like the Milky Way posing
The children all headed for bed with dad's stories
While mum gazed the city from a full twenty storeys

Up from the streets came the sounds and the smells
The heartbeat of street feet and distant church bells,
While beggars held signs explaining their toil
And drains spewed a mist like a kettle thats boiled