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Missing my T…
_he _ on my keyboard keeps missing
I_ goes for a li__le walk..
I_ skips off _he page every minui_e
and disappears in_o _he dark.
I can’_ find _he _ on my keyboard….
I_ has los_ I_’s way once again.
Im blas_ed fed up wi_h _he missing _
cos a drink of ho_ _ea is no good!
There was a question today on Facebook about remembering old sayings that people used to tell you.
It made me remember things my father said to me. When I asked my dad where he was going he would say ‘there and back to see how far it is’ these words had a magically irritating affect on me! Also when he was annoyed he would tell us to ‘go and take a long walk off a short pier!’ Someone also talked about going the see a man about a dog.
The first time as a child you hear these, you think they are true. I used to try and work out what it meant. I didn’t know it was a saying. I imagined people falling to their deaths off the pier. And would dad be bringing a dog home? The worst was always the one about going there and back to see how far it was. It irritated the hell out of me. Eventually I was old enough and he would take usv for rides on the back of his motorbike. Generally I used to go for a ride out into the countryside just for some fresh air and to get away from the city.
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I’d written a poem about nature and autumn. But my phone won’t save drafts of my posts. I hit the wrong key. So I’ve lost it. It no longer exists. Like summer moving into autum then onwards, the poem has gone into the aether, lost for all time. I could try rewriting it, but the sentiment is lost, the feeling has gone. I’d done some nice rhymes, but I’m not going to easily remember them.
And when we get to this time next year? The world will have moved on through space and time. We never come back to the same place. The Earth turns, spiralling around the sun, which in turn moves around the galaxy…..
Bye words, take care xxx
Apply online, fill in this form
The website gave me orders.
Now send in your proofs
Don’t forget to show
Your evidence of identity.
Your form is wrong
They tell me when I ring.
Please re-do this bit?
I send again, and yet, and still
There is another problem.
We accept your evidence
But you need to make an application.
But I sent that in, in April,
I reply in great frustration.
Oh we duplicated your account
It’s covid fault
They come back with more words
We will merge the forms
It will be OK,
You will here from us in due course.
Now I ring again…
The phone numbers wrong?!
Why didn’t you tell me I said?
It may be on your other account…
I’ll get it done again.
I’ve had enough,
I’ve tried so hard.
Beauraucracy
So annoying!
The owl and the pussycat went to sea
And found they couldn’t swim
They had to call the coastguard out,
The captains name was Jim.
He told them to get in his boat
It was a pretty sight,
An owl, a cat and one old stoat
With souwester and pipe.
I wanted to write a poem that rhymed more. A lot of what I write is in blank verse (a poem where words don’t rhyme). I tried to do something more flowing here. Don’t know if it worked. (Could be a song?)
Different time
different place in space,
we’ve moved on,
you and I,
its a different sky.
My time is here,
your time has gone,
my life moves on,
you are almost forgotten.
Don’t force a smile,
you will be fine,
just let me go,
the stars say so.
Do say farewells,
and stay a friend,
but our sweet love,
must have an end.
This was a sign in a local museum that someone shared on Facebook.
It was strange coming to live here. In my home town people would say hello chick, or love. But Stoke people say ‘duck’. I had no idea of the origins, and the first few times I heard it I literally did duck! I thought someone was warning me! Eventually, though, I got used to the greeting. Together with the phrase ‘cost kick a bow agin a woe an it it wi yer hed til ya bost it?’ I may have misspelt this but it means ‘Can you kick a ball against a wall and hit it with your head until you burst it?’
As you can see, the old dialect and pronunciation is interesting. But as someone with a west Midlands accent. Oim not reealy botheered abowt iyt.
That feeling of being trapped, a prisoner. But should that be our first feeling? In these weird times we can use ideas to try and cope. I’ve been talking to a friend, and I said that I thought being enclosed in a home is more akin to being a priest or a nun. Let me explain. I don’t mean in a religious way exactly. But if your home is safe, then it’s like being closed off from the rest of the world. Even to the extent that some people became hermits. Clearly this is not out of choice. But the point is you don’t have to feel imprisoned.
Yes it’s frustrating. I would really like to go to a restaurant or a pub or go out for a walk. And because I can’t go out I think about it more. But it is a temporary situation. It’s bad, but it’s not going to harm me to stay home. Stay safe.
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The sunlight sneaks in
Through the cracks in the door
Through the chinks in the fence
Under the trees
Through the blinds
Past the steel reinforced concrete
Over the brick wall
Tumbling down the chimney
Through the grid over the window
When it’s sunny
Sunlight finds a way.
Zing, pow, wow, words
Colour, fields, world
Splashing, crashing, dashing
Down new ways and old.
Bold, hidden, subtle, explosions.
Harsh or soft.
Voom va voo.
Give me 54321…..
Lift off!
Colour or color
don’t care how you spell it..
Just share it!
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