
Too many bad things
Drugs and war and poverty
Make me sad and weary
Fearful situations
Is it wrong to cocoon myself?
In a little room of kindness
I wish for peace in all things
Seeking
Calm repose
I want to help
Others get there too…
New paintings and regular art updates.
Too many bad things
Drugs and war and poverty
Make me sad and weary
Fearful situations
Is it wrong to cocoon myself?
In a little room of kindness
I wish for peace in all things
Seeking
Calm repose
I want to help
Others get there too…
What jobs have you had?
OK, I will admit to having jobs, a few of them, but I’m not saying what.
Why? We give out a lot of information freely over the Internet. Stuff that only friends and relatives need to know. If you start telling everyone everything then other people can steal your identity.
People here know I’m trying to be an artist, and that I have done various jobs in my life. But to write it all down in a post asking what jobs you have done? That seems a little unsafe. Data protection is important and if I tell things that I don’t want people to know, I think I’m being foolish.
That said feel free to tell me all about yourself. I promise not to steal or use your data!?
Tell me everything that you do
So I can tell you my story too
And I won’t tell
Jobs you do well
I won’t lie, I will be true….
Unfortunately there are a lot of people out there that want your information. Whether it’s your jobs, or bank details, what year you were born, your star sign. Where you went to school. How many jobs you had. We think of sites like this as a friendly forum, and in the main it is. But sometimes it’s better to be circumspect. X
Something in my brain ‘dings’
I remember how the song ‘sings’
Music has a way of sticking
Notes together, metronome ticking.
Sound comes back as mouth opens
Words come out, with the vocals
Songs from months or years ago
We remember how they go!
From some dark corner of my mind..
My vocal chords my brain reminds
The timing, tempo, notes and all..
Into a pattern they all fall
My joy as memory keeps going
And music, memories it keeps sowing…
Blow wind, loose seeds
Fly high over grass
Dandy lion
Mane of fluff
Lifting up
Gossamer parachute
Land and grow.
Spiky leaves
Golden flowers,
For bees to drink…
Deep tap root
Ties it down
Weed or plant?
Who cares…
New seeds
Afloat….
You’ve got to play
Create curves
Enjoy colour
Contrast warm
and cool
A mixture of spirals
Doodled tones
1970’s vibes
Fun!
It’s growing,
a bit of water
It’s gone mad!
Pots overflow
Burgeoning leaves
With green waterfalls
Bubbling out of the soil
Brown turned green
Ferns in the wall..
Yellow Welsh poppies
And dark mauve geraniums
Fun to see it grow
But no room to walk
A path is required
But raspberries
And blueberries
Have flowers
Now I need bees!
A peaceful place.
With singing birds
Aloft in the trees.
A shape of calm
Seated meditation
Floral and fluted
Music in mind
Not reality
Four legs stand firm
Support a bent back
Weeping in memory
Of one who has gone.
Three weeks I’ve waited
Waited for my email
Email to be fixed..
Fixed, new phone
Phone number the same
Same…. No email
Email gone, lost
Lost – now connected
Connected, but no email!
For three or four weeks I waited.
The technician was ill
It’ll be fine now
He said this morning…
Now I can send,
But not receive…
Fired up my PC.
3800 emails!
NO!
How do you balance work and home life?
Balance, what’s that?
Retired: bored or busy?
Sometimes life sucks
Other times it’s lovely.
Time passes quickly
Flowers grow, and fade
Trees shed leaves
And bud.
Stay up late
Lose the daylight
A twylight time?
Prevaricate and regret…
Loss of what’s left…
I should work more
But my mind is tied
In gossamer threads
Of nothing…
Frustrated by
My lack of
Vision and
Determination
To do more…
Are you a leader or a follower?
I am not a leader,
so I must be a follower?
Following up a hill,
Always behind
Lost in a maze
Following my gaze
Happy to be lead
As long as its fair
and honest advice
Why don’t I lead?
I’m not bombastic
Or over confident.
I can and do try
But I prefer
Supporting
Caring and thoughtful
I hope….