Swinging sanity book has arrived

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My friends poetry collection has arrived via Amazon. I’d been told not to expect it yet, but I got it this afternoon.. . Its by N. F. Mirza. A woman I met through WordPress. Her account here is #or @ stoneronarollercoaster. (I don’t know how it works).

She supports and encourages people and is a very interesting person. Quote “a quintessential weirdo, who was supposed to be crunching numbers but these days crunches words, colours and charcoal instead.”

ISBN 9798618202992

Printed in Poland by Amazon Fulfillment.

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Memories again.

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I was thinking of rhymes I learnt as a child, when into my inbox popped an email. It was a pingback saying that someone had shared the poem “the North Wind shall blow”. It had a copyright sign, but it’s not by me! I don’t know it’s origins, but it’s a lovely poem, well crafted, poignant.

Anyway I’ve let them know. In this Internet age, with so much information it is not surprising that things get lost or forgotten. I learned this when I was a child, which is over fifty years ago!

The other ones I remembered today were:

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie,

kissed the girls and made them cry,

when the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgy ran away.

And :

See saw, Margery Daw

Jenny shall have a new master,

she shall earn but a penny a day,

because she can’t work any faster!

I guess although these will have been written decades, or perhaps centuries ago, they are still relevant today….

 

White sails

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White sail, sailing, over the water.

Barely a breath to help you move.

White canvas, taut and stiff

Or billowing softly in the breeze.

Hot sun and morning mist,

A twinkle of ripples follow your wake.

Sails, tall and fair.

Sails standing out across the lake,

Bright against the wooded hill.

Your beacon shines to me.

Gossware falcon

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On the gable end of the Falcon Works. Visible from Sturgess Street in Stoke.

I see you, Falcon,

Goss Hawk, swooping.

Air sifting between stone feathers.

Built as a plaque of identity,

Goss ware, pottery, strong and sturdy.

History, trade mark, art, bird.

Bird of prey,

Snatching art from thin air,

Your claws knead the clay….

Helium balloon…

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What to do?

If we let you free..

You will drift up..

And up….

Taking your helium high!

High pitched gas.

Into the sky….

Your plastic body

Metallic coloured bag

of odourless atoms..

A death trap for fish

Or other animals

If we release you.

So thanks friend,

We will wait

For your gift to deflate.

Hisssssss….

Then dispose of it.

Responsibly…