Achy this evening. I had a very busy day up at the airfield. I had to repaint all the white lines because the grass grew suddenly very quickly and all the lines disappeared. So anyway, I've just knocked out the rhyme below as quickly as I could so that I can go to bed and get some rest. G'night! .......................................... What to say, what to do -------------------------------------------------- If I had something important to say I'd say it believe me there's no way that I'd delay it so because I've not said anything lately I guess I've got nothing important to say Instead I'll sit here mute for hours saying nothing and nothing said to me but then again I am going deaf so I suppose it's just that I didn't see whoever spoke, and I couldn't hear them so I just sat in silence feeling free of influence and pressure, lucky me 'well what of it?' I hear you say we can all be silent for most of the day but eventually we have to conform rejoin the world, it's the norm maybe it is for you and them but for me it's a different game ever since I started the pills my life's changed in so many ways the aching back and clicking joints the tinitus that makes the point of difference from the normal life I used to live, but now it's cut through like a knife my days are long the nights are longer what seemed so right now is much wronger than it was before the pills but without them I'd be very ill so on I go from day to day and from week to weak it seems to me and in the end I'll waste away and I'll be gone then totally -------------------------------------------------- Middle of the week again tomorrow, so we'll be right in the thick of it.
Candy Gal, After the end of the month I'll stop posting the poems up because I will have fulfilled the commitment I made at the beginning of the year, to write a poem a day from Jan 1st till June 30th. So at that point I'll see about finding someone to put them all into a proper book for others to read. Just think, if I do that you might get to find out who I really am, and not just the anonymous 'BJintheUK'. Won't that be exciting?
I think that will be absolutely wonderful news. But never ever post your personal details on any forum. You can PM me, knowing I that you can trust me. X
So there I was working away in the sun and then I realised I was hot! Not only that, but I was getting sunburnt as well!! Quel horreur!! So then I thought about something else entirely. .................................... Death and taxis! -------------------------------------------------------- It's a certainty that whatever happens we'll all shuffle off this mortal coil one day not only that, but the tax man will do his best to take all our assets and money away so if you want to go out with a bang send the tax man a bag full of money but wrapped around some gunpowder however I doubt if he'd find it funny or perhaps you'd prefer to slink off with a wimper so say not a word just quietly disappear in truth we might think there could be nothing simpler but of course how would we know if you're no longer here so the choices and options are endless for your ending to be quite special just dip in a toe and see if it fits and if it does it may have potential potential as a means of saying goodbye in a way no one can forget you'll be a good fellow no one can deny and if they can laugh they won't be upset your loss could be funny or amusing to all a veritable tour de force a performance that engenders many curtain calls just a shame you'd have to outsource -------------------------------------------------------- Thirsty tomorrow. Don't know about you, but I will be.
I'm sure I could trust you to thrust through the day. But it was a thirsty one for me. I've been so busy today I didn't get home till half past ten! So this poem is a bit of a rushed effort I'm afraid. Perhaps I should just retire and put my feet up, and stop rushing around. ................................................................ Coconuts and Treads or Shy and Retiring (retyreing) ------------------------------------------------------- Work is work is work is work and what a lot of time it takes every weekday's just the same labour for someone else's sake I'm getting tired of it after all I've been a worker all my adult years I'm getting on and it's taking its toll my retirement time is getting near the letter came quite recently about the pension, how much it'll be just a couple more months and I can see an end to the working life for me then I can rest and put my feet up they could do with it I'm telling you I can relax with my coffee cup and some magazines for browsing through but that won't last long I suspect I'll get quite bored if that's all there is I'll find a hobby I expect or maybe I'll start up a business wonder what the business could be something easy for me to do that wouldn't take much learning for me perhaps a service I could perform for you like gardening, no that wouldn't work it'd do my back in that's for sure so cleaning's out for the same reason I'd never even get out the door no it's got to be something that's quite special you know, like growing rare expensive blooms I'll have to do some research that's essential don't know if I'd find one that would grow in my front room still, there must be something out there perhaps a more creative hobby like still life painting that I could share all I'd need is someone's naked body and a tin of paint to pour all over them and a roller to get to all the difficult bits in no time they could be a different colour from when they came in let's hope it fits (ha ha) but all of this is pure conjecture random thoughts as time goes on no doubt I'll get a bloody lecture if I don't find something to settle on ------------------------------------------------------- All a bit tongue in cheek seeing as I retired three years ago, but fun to think about as my missus is due to retire this August.
Late again today. I was playing my guitar earlier and it no longer sounds as sweet and mellow as it did only a few months ago. My hearing is now deteriorating quite rapidly, and I'm losing all the beautiful harmonics and details of tone from my quite expensive acoustic guitar. ...................................... Here hear ----------------------------------------------------------- This is madness I do believe there's so much happening I can't control all I want is some relief you know, the kind that soothes the soul music's the food my soul is craving music that feeds my inner being it fills me up I feel it saving me from all those negative thoughts send me the rhythm send me the beat with melody soaring very graceful I want vibrations through my feet and counterpoint that feels so tasteful the experience is just so moving it's overwhelming when it works but sometimes music can be jarring if there are unexpected quirks but mostly I find only solace in the notes and chords I treasure I hope there'll always be a sound place for the music that gives me pleasure sadly though I feel it changing hearing now is starting to fade and smooth chords that were so engaging now cut through me like a sawblade a rusty blunt one makes it worse the notes now jangle in my ears instead of smiling I now curse the deafness that increases every year dear mister boots please hear me calling I need a hearing aid from you I'll need a test and then a fitting I hope there's not much of a queue I have the money please just take it all I need is what I have but right now I want my hearing back so I can play my phonograph ---------------------------------------------------------- Saturn's Day tomorrow, and I'll bet it runs rings around us all day long!
Hot today, and still quite warm this evening too. As such I've left the door open, but a stray cat wandered in and stared at me till I noticed it, then it turned and sauntered out, completely unfazed by the experience. Ho hum! ............................................................... Something rustling this way comes... -------------------------------------------------------- The quiet sounds infuse the ear rustling almost silent they slowly rise are they getting nearer, are the owners close what will we see when they arrive but as it's dark no-one will see they'll only hear when the owner is here by then it'll be too late to take any action only then will we know what reaction we'll have to the presence of the unknown for unknown is all it is and unknown it will remain as long as we feel fear and run and from meeting the unknown refrain but knowing is safety and knowledge is power we want to know everything rather than cower in fear for our lives and in fear for our souls we run and we hide we cover our eyes and hide in the dark till we realise that light is the key and light is our saviour light is the way we can beat all our fears so stay in the light and wait out the hours listen intently till the rustling appears then we'll see who it is or if it's a person it could just be an animal in search of some food such was the case many years ago when I was camping in France there was rustling outside the tent one night as I heard it slowly advance in fear and wonder I waited till it shuffled right outside the door then I shouted and grabbed through the fabric but wished I'd waited some more for my hands were suddenly stinging impaled on spikes it would seem and all the poor hedgehog had wanted to do was get to some butter and cream -------------------------------------------------------- Barbie Q day tomorrow I think. Yum!
Sorry I'm late. We had the children round this evening for a BBQ and it went on quite late. So now I'm trying to catch up with everything, unlucky for me, eh? ...................................... Thirteen -------------------------------------------------- Thirteen is only a number in fact it's a baker's dozen so it's lucky for customers buying their buns they pay for twelve but get an extra one yet in all other areas thirteen is a curse it's seen as unlucky and sometimes far worse an unholy number for Jesus and friends when Judas betrayed him and brought the meal to an end so eating for twelve is fine for an outing but thirteen's a number even Thomas is doubting but the wisdom of numbers it seems is a force so if you see number seven then bet on that horse numbers are awkward sometimes they're not logical the workings of Pi are completely unfathomable with every decimal working out different the numbers keep changing it makes me feel ignorant so instead I'll just stick to thinking with words they're not so unlucky although there are some that can cause you some grief if you say them out loud if a copper should hear it won't be a good outcome stick to the mainstream with the language you use don't go down the cuss route it's not very bright or clever to use them unless for effect and then only sparingly or they won't sound right for the more of them used the less room there is to show your reader that you can really write it's a cop out to think that by swearing you're hip and the words all seem heavy with no room for the light instead fill your writing with wit and with style always strive to travel for the extra mile to give to your readers a story that's clean or you'll be the unlucky one just like thirteen -------------------------------------------------- Money Day tomorrow.
Ah, Candy Gal, for me it's Money Day because I've got work to do on two separate engines, so I'll be earning money today.
Some engine work done, some still to do tomorrow, but the sun will rise and it's back to work again. Till then, take a look at the latest missive. It's not too massive, and is really quite passive. ........................................ The nature of time ------------------------------------------------- The time comes and then fades away what we do with it is up to us the green grass grows the trees will sway in short the world won't make a fuss whatever we do we cannot change it oh, we might think we're special we bluster and bustle like we're having a fit but nature's on a different level if nature chose to end our lives there's nothing we could do to prevent it all we can do is hope to thrive for as long as we can keep it a secret from the power of nature's mind and yes she has one just like ours but hers is thinking in the long term our lives last less than one hundred years but hers is as old as planet Earth so don't imagine we're omnipotent killing bees and felling trees all we do is short term development but it's all there in our lease the one we took out when we grew from knuckle draggers to program writers thinking we're the real bee's knees but one day that could easily be reversed ------------------------------------------------- See you Toons Day.
A toon a day keeps the crochets away, or so they might say minim ally. Here's todays little dittie about brothers. I am an only child, so I have never had to deal with sibling interactions, but I imagine they'd be something like this. ................... Brothers ------------------------------------------------- "Gimme a break!" he said, so I trod on his ankle if that ain't a break I don't know what is I'm sure he'll agree and no doubt it rankled but over time it'll heal, or should that be heel anyway he'll get better soon and regain his fizz that's the trouble with moaners they moan for a pastime I do wish they wouldn't it gets on my nerves you'd think nothing's good now not like their past life when they were full of energy and verve but now it's all gone and the dark clouds close in the storm is a'comin the air's gettin' thicker soon all we'll see is thunder and lightning it'll be so strong it'll even make the street lights flicker but don't get too worried the storm will soon pass and with it the heaviness filling the air instead all the rain will bring out the grass and with it our gardens will dazzle and flair for the storm clouds will cleanse the air that we breathe leaving us lighter in mindset and mood the heaviness gone we can all take our leave of the darkness that dogged us and filled us with gloom so what did he think when I stepped on his ankle he screamed blue murder is what he just did then the scream died back to just blubbering babble and while he was doing that I ran and I hid I know he can't chase me he's been injured you see the poor bloke has to limp like a one legged man I suppose that really it should have been me but you know that now I'll do what I can to help him get better and heal his wounds and meanwhile that break he originally asked for I'll write him a letter and visit real soon then arrange for a holiday down by the sea shore so all is not lost as it once seemed it was for I did make it good eventually and although he'll always think that I'm monstrous he'll have to forgive me coz we're family ------------------------------------------------- Mittwoch tomorrow. Dig out the steins for a well earned long cold one. This warm weather is quite draining I find.
It got really humid late afternoon, then I felt the first spots of rain. Time to pack up and get back home quickly! ...................................... I wonder whether the wether will weather the storm? ------------------------------------------------- When the heat comes the rain comes soon after when the cold comes the thaw will come too when it's neither hot nor cold nothing seems to happen the weather just ambles easing along through today it's been hot, and tonight it rained tomorrow will be cooler I'm happy to say but now that the sun's gone it's a different pace it doesn't feel like I've just run a five mile race so it's back to jumpers and coats going out the wind will provide a soupçon of cool and when it gets warm again we'll cast a clout then hide in the shade or swim in the pool the trouble with having a temperate climate we're not used to extremes in the weather a pleasant dry day with some cloud and some sun is perfect for us to gather for a natter interestingly soon it will be Summer I wonder what difference we'll see then I'll bet it gets colder and wetter not warmer and we'll wait till the Autumn for an end to the rain ------------------------------------------------- Thirst Day tomorrow, but I'm thirsty now!
It's gonna rain tomorrow in our area, and I do mean RAIN!!!! All day according to the weather forecast, so I'm staying in bed and listening to it, but not bothering to get up, what's the point? I won't be able to go anywhere or do anything without ending up like a drowned rat. There's just no justice in the world is there? ..................................... Justice ------------------------------------------------------------ Justice just is or that's what we'd hope but in these days of uncertainty there's plenty of scope for those with the bent to play it quite straight while the angry ones vent and the quiet ones wait for the advent of peace and return of the normal we need a new lease of life for us mortals to take us on board and heal the breech that we've all fallen into it's one we can't reach from one side to the other the width is too great so we need some assistance to help overcome the problems we face that we hope will be gone when the new world arises from the slumber we're in to the morning Sun's lightness that helps us regain our sanity as soon as the dangers recede and the silvery Moon that smiles down in the night will watch as we dance in the pale moonlight for the world will recover we know this can't last and we know when it's over we'll heal very fast so look out for justice to bring to the fore the heads of the guilty who made us all poor and trod on our lives like an ant underfoot we know we'll survive even if somewhat battered and we'll win in the end in the ways that it matters ------------------------------------------------------------ Can we fix Frixxxxxxxxday, only with an automatic baler I think!