BLACK DOG MORNING

Somewhere in the night My Black Dog waits for me. Catching me unawares In the morning As I rise, Completely unprepared For his slobbering attention. I can only let him Have his fun with me And wait ’til He lies exhausted from his play. (c) 30/07/17 Advertisements

A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL INVOLVED

    Every accident is followed by many hours of discussion, reflection and talk. It’s in our nature to analyse events and our responses to them. What could have been and what should have been, how it could have been avoided and how it could have been worse, are all areas of debate. However gratitude…

Facts, Figures, Statistics and Lies.

  I listen to the radio a lot. Discussions, phone-ins, talk shows take up a lot of my ear-space. I also read newspaper articles, many on-line. I read the comments on them, whether it’s directly or on social media. Facebook, Twitter and so on keep me delving into news items and keep me up to…

Life

I was very angry when I wrote this poem many years ago. I had spent a number of hours in the National Gallery. Surrounded by great art in the company of many strangers from home and abroad, cosseted from the reality of the lives other humans endured on the streets of our city. We in…

TO THE KNOW-IT-ALLS WHO KNOW NOTHING.

Ya can keep yer priests Yer rabbis too. All yer mullahs, imams, Yer atheistical crew.   Politicos and terrorists, Who raise the flag Of sect and country, Leave me to my crag.   You’ve all the answers Expounded with certitude. Vomiting words ‘Times eloquent, ‘times crude.   I for one know nothing With absolute certainty. In…

“Sometimes … I just sits.”

    ” Each day, at round about the same time, the old man would shuffle quietly into the church, bless himself, nod towards the altar and sit into the same place in the same pew right at the back of the church.

New Year “resolutions” part 10

  It begins as a new year and then a few weeks go by and it’s a new month. Before you know it, it’s the beginning of a new season. So here I am now at the beginning of a new week,

A Falling Leaf.

Nor guilt nor grief Shall torment me When in the ground I lie. For

Today’s Tarot

” What do I need to know for today ? “ It’s Tuesday, March 29th and I am sitting here trying to put a post together, struggling against lethargy, tiredness, procrastination and a general feeling of being washed out. I want to be doing this. I don’t want to be doing this.