Leisurely Scribbles II

doesn't matter how rich ya are - when it's time to go it's time to go!!



but who gets the letf behnd money?>?

 

I mourn now for dear Hong Kong - just before we arrived by a few years they had had terrible typhoons and harbor storms - so much so that who ships had been washed up out of the harbor and into the streets!!



now they fight for their lives of democracy - 1 million estimated to be on the streets protesting of giving over too much poor to China - this could be the line drawn in the sand?

 

rocks and trees don't care about money, and humans are collectively narcissistic to think we have to own everything, or that the universe was created just to be our stage.

 

HK is ultimately fighting /protesting about freedom and democracy - this is the first brick in the wall to be removed - more will follow - Russia and China are the two mega powers who believe democracy is wrong and people need to be controlled and managed without consultation for their own good! Make a list or just search on google of the most democratic to the least and see where they stand - myanmar isn't doing too crash hot either and we had so many hopes for the lady!!

even fully democratized countries sometimes struggle - follow the amazing story of Australian Federal Police raiding the home of an ozzie journalist and riffling through her underwear cupboard without the knowledge of the PM - this strange story is still unfolding and is continuing at high level today - more to come later!

 

Oh Fitzy
Up the top are members blogs.
Fascinating reads
Go look my lovely.

 

seen 'em eons ago - not impressed!!

 

HK NEWS - HK NEWS - HK NEWS - thousands of students - teenagers have stormed the parliament building and are preventing politicians from entering - police now using tear gas - this is so reminiscent of Tieneman Square incident it's very scary. These students are so brave and honourable but I do fear for their safety!

they are now firing rubber bullets and tear gas at the crowds

 

I do fear the worst - this is a mini repeat of Tienamen square massacre - I hope they can stop at rubber bullets and tear gas - once again the YOUNG are showing us elders the toad to take for freedom!!!

 

Oh Fitzy, can we have some of your poems please on my knees. X

 

i don't need demons and i don't need wars
and i don't need folks who think peace is all snores

come on folks, theres's mores and mores
logic don't keep you from opening doors
and there's more to life then just money and chores

you can have all the gods if that's what you wants
but they ain't no excuse for harassment and taunts

we make the world that bits us on the ass
and it don't give a shit about the gas that we pass

heaven and hell are ours to make
not some 'wait until after' kind of a fake

hate makes hell and love makes heaven
but what i mean's not somethin in the oven

imagination is the name of the game
it don't make growing older any kind of a shame

tyranny comes when you hate your brother
and if you hate truth, you blow your own cover

sorry i'm not fitzy and that's as far as i got so far,
i'd rather be about how to make it all good,
then go down the bitter path of what we're doing wrong
that is just too easy and too common

 

lovely stuff themax - welcome - I've got tonnes of stuff some silly, some bad and perhaps some good - must try and dig them out of those pc files !! can I find one now??

Us old Sages

I must have reached the biblical score
When she walked through that sparkling door
She looked and smiled and I smiled back
It was then I knew I had been ‘hacked’

She asked me if we’d met before
And I fell hook, line, sinker on the floor
I offered her champagne on ice
With tears she said ‘ you’re very nice’

The room just vanished in a haze
I’d become a man half crazed – half crazed
We talked of places we’d both seen
Yet had never met through lovers screen

We lightly dined and talked so briefly
And then she said so very neatly
‘I think it’s time to talk some more
Perhaps behind a firm closed door?’

I gulped and thought this can’t be true
As we stepped in the ‘rising box’
She gently nuzzled up real close
And I could hear the ‘time bomb’ clock



The key seemed to appear as from nowhere
And it wasn’t in my hand for sure
There was a rose scented glow that built up from real slow
And I knew that I was through heavens door

She beckoned me sit on the chaise lounge
As she poured out more champagne on ice
Then she pushed me real slow and I went with the flow
And lay back thinking this could be nice!

I must have closed both my eyes for a minute
But it seemed hours had passed
When I came to I was nude and felt that was plain rude
To continue without being asked!

But as she hovered around and behind me
Her eyes had a way of making small talk
Then she said time for bed, and like a lamb I was led
To the slaughter I was religiously brought

I lay on the bed like the 'bismark'
all sails had been fully unfurled
as I prepared to up anchor, she said " oh what a w....r"
and flew atop of me with an 'albatross whirl'

I confess I have tried may positions
but never an 'albatross whirl'
her arms turned to wings-I could hear angels sing
as she nibbled my neck - what a girl

she purred "be still my darling -I'll fix you"
soon get back the wind in ya sails
I must truly confess I was not feeling my best
and my reasoning power had failed

and then if struck by some lightning
a thunderbolt pursed through my veins
my eyeballs did spin - I felt like 'heavenly sin'
I thought is this pleasure or pain?

I closed up my eyes in exhaustion
it seemed for a minute or two
but when I awoke the morning had broke
and the 'albatross' flown the coup

there ya go see what ya did - inspired me!!

 

Wow now you got me going.
I will be back.
I needed inspiration.
What a joy to have themnax.

 

anyone can post dud pics and Utubes but what about some of your poems CG?? - you know I jest lurv ya pims!!

 

‘Common’ Routines

The Buddhists tell a thousand tasks

Will concentrate the mind

Stay centred in your daily rhythms

And never count the time


It’s constant change bewilders

Makes the ‘monkeys chatter’ louder

Did God make mountains fall each day

Volcanoes hourly prouder?


Just let the day bring what it brings

Adjust your seasonal timing

Is ‘daylight’ measured by machines

Does ‘night’ still need defining?


The ancient sages warn us wise

Don’t hurry through lifes other side

The newborn leaps in spurts and bounds

But only for a third of rounds


We were given seasons to survive

Not rush ahead and fantasize

The farmer knows that rushing spoils

And count the cost with useless toil


So throw those time machines away

And learn to pace another way

By what the body needs in rest

Let nature cure as it sees best

© Fitz

 

I once met a guy called Gummy Bear.
He gave me kisses and stroked my hair
Along came Pugsy and stole him away
They stole my stockings, and that was OK
But then they started to argue and fight
Most of it over a load of Shite
Then came the mod who wiped Gummy away
I was so sad, on that very day
I followed him to another place
But we were naughty and got a slap on our face
We struggled on come what may
I think I found him, what can I say.

Candy x