A Tall Man Like A Tree Long ago I loved a man Tall like a tree – With a wave Or two In his hair – Eyes blue As heaven – Skin fair – Long-fingered hands Rather funny ears Legs of a stallion Kiss of a rogue Time wears Lovers out Little by little Only…
Primroses
A fruitful and widely spread flower that shows its light yellow flowers most of the year in the hedgerows and across the fields and woods in Cornwall and elsewhere. We used to pick them for the vases and in the house they even give off a slight perfume. I associate them with great happiness because…
When All Was Young
I heard again the old saying that we realise as we get older and wiser what we missed knowing when we were young. He was talking about the digital blood festival that is Starship Troopers and the fact that the people in it live in a fascist state. I don’t know but I was always…
Throw Me A Conspiracy
The situation is bizarre. Nothing is interpreted for what it is. A learned behaviour from years of being lied to? Not Really. It is the extreme end of the way in which politicians and leaders have manipulated public pion over hundreds of years,. The way in Pope’s were hypocrites and monarchs devilish but nothing was…
How They Are Laughing Now
I can hear the laughter on the Indian Sub-Continent of those who follow the news and know what is going on in the UK. I smiled myself. We have the first Prime Minister of Indian descent with an Indian national wife and wife’s family. After the hundreds of years of wars with the UK and…
Tough Crowd
I attended the Rejoin march on 22nd October in London. I even shouted Down With The Tories as news came in that Johnson had landed. Along with Rejoin the EU, There were hundreds of flags and a few whistles and about 50,000 people according to the organisers, thousands according to the newspapers. I saw s=me…
When All Is Quiet
I am working for a high-end regional gallery in a lovely spot in Cornwall. It is self-employed work so I agree my days with the director and owner. This past week we have had a lovely exhibition of ceramics by the British/Egyptian ceramicist Ashraf Hanna. In a city scape the days I have worked would…
You Are My Oasis
You Are My Oasis You are my oasis The fertile spot In the desert of My life – From you and only you Words will flow like water From the underground-well – The spiritual oath Needed by poets Will always be sacred – You are my illustration – More than my ideal – My symbol…
ISIS
I recall ISIS kidnapping hundreds of women – mostly Kurdish – to be used as baby factories and married to their fighters. though in what dimension you could call them marriages I am not sure. But I do remember feeling at the time we should have gone to war with ISID for that reason, as…
Running to a New Country
Asylum seekers, as they are known, should not be a problem. If someone is running from war, persecution or criminal they should always be given asylum. It is not beyond the wit of Europe to assign numbers biased upon the flow annually given we all know where the pressure points are (every woman in Afghanistan…