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My tickets have been cancelled
I can’t afford to pay
The prices just keep going up
By day and day and day.
I want to give to charity
I want to share my funds
But if I don’t reduce my costs
There just won’t be enough.
So small cut here and over there
It won’t save very much
But one day things will be better
Then I will resume my trust
I worry if I don’t save costs
I will go totally bust!
It was yesterday? That our queen died. Prince Charles is now King Charles III.
The BBC has been showing wall to wall reports about everything that is happening. I understand why, its TV channels are the face of the establishment. They have to show what’s happening for the sake of history and posterity. But for goodness sake! The same report about the Queen’s life has been shown on the hour at least six times. Rolling news at its worst? I feel sad that she has died, but being reminded constantly is too much, at least try and vary the content. For instance another channel had stories about artists who had created portraits of her, and had interesting anecdotes. The TV stations knew this was inevitable. Stop making a meal of it. How many days will it be before the obsession stops?
Just a simple ink pen sketch of Queen Elizabeth II. I tried drawing her in one of her colourful outfits but it looked nothing like her. I should have put the eighth of September on it but I only drew it today.
The death of Queen Elizabeth II has been announced this evening. She died peacefully this afternoon at Balmoral in Scotland aged 96.
Friday? Already?
How did that happen?
Where do the days
And nights go?
When will they be gone
Run out?
The sands of time
Stretch far into the future
But soon the tide turns
You lose sand
And gain infinite water
The sea is deep
You cannot escape it
Friday’s always come round
Too fast.
Cry for them
Cry for the mothers
The grand parents
Children and babies
Cry for them
Cry for the men
Bombed and shelled
Shot
Cry for the lost lives
The hope destroyed.
Cry for the humans
And animals
All of them lost.
Sheltered in basements
In cellars and underpasses
Cry for all victims
Across the world.
Ukraine, Syria, Yemen
So many more wars
When do the tears stop?
He’s getting older, I watch him daily. He’s getting older, but he can still be kittenish. A quick mrpurr and then a dash across the room. But he likes to sleep. His heart is old, beats slowly. I hope he will stay a few years longer. Happy and contented.
Yesterday I watched a YouTube video of a man saying farewell to his much loved cat. He lay on the floor, strolling the cats nose and cheeks gently. You could see his tears. I remember the times I have had to say goodbye too.
So much sadness in the world today. Farewells are mounting up. Let there be love and peace for a change. X
When you open up Facebook you don’t expect to hear that a friend has passed away. Someone who I admired. A good artist and a compassionate and sensitive man.
I guess I would rather find out than not know at all. Waiting to see if he would post new art, or a post about how he was feeling. He went missing for a couple of months about two years ago. He eventually turned up and everything turned out OK.
Now, I don’t know. I guess I’m glad I met him on a website and saw his art, he lived in a different country so we were never going to meet up. But that doesn’t matter, he was a very good artist and was a thoughtful person.
I lost another friend in a similar way last year. This was a woman from overseas. Another artist.
The internet allows people who would never normally meet to find each other. At least I’ve found out what has happened. Feeling very sad.
What emotions or feelings do you think are shown in this portrait? Anger, sadness, upset? Concentration or thought?
Sometimes it’s hard to tell. I know I drew this a couple of years ago and the sitter was, I think, either listening to the radio or watching TV. I think the look is concentration. Some peoples can sag when they are in repose. I know it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, but sometimes a face takes on a characteristic look, a shape it settles into. That’s this look…
World wrapped… Up
In a plastic bag,
Or bubble wrap….
World wrapped in packaging
In yards or meters of soft, slithering, veils.
Plastic permiates
Plastic stifles
Plastic swallowed
Blocking guts
Strangling
Plastic smothers
It won’t go away.
Like an infinite being
Never-ending nightmare.
Permanent
Plastic…..
Mallaband-Brown