A walk for a dog is never just that
Come rain or come shine
Be it cloudy or fine
New smells to investigate
Are a magical time
Be it inlands or seashores
The great outdoors
Has so much to explore
No outing’s the same
Of that they are sure
LEAD THE WAY
A walk for a dog is never just that Come rain or come shine Be it cloudy or fine New smells to investigate Are a magical time Be it inlands or seashores The great outdoors Has so much to explore No outing’s the same Of that they are sure
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It used to be that counted the hours of my life I had wasted waiting for buses Then waiting for children To finish school, art club, judo, sea cadets Now I wait for pages to load Computers to connect Things to up and download Replies to messages, emails, texts The postman But not for correspondence from loved ones Now it is about stuff purchased online From the comfort of my own home That is if I can ever get the pages to load And the payments to go through Without frustration setting in I still spend hours waiting for buses But now they are precious times An escape from the technological rat-race A time to stop and breath FRED A spider named Fred Sat on the shelf above the bed Watching Lily wriggle her toes “Good Morning” Said the spider named Fred “What will you do today?” Lily yawned and gave a frown Putting on her dressing gown “I do not know” Was her reply “I suppose I could try to maybe fly” The spider laughed “Don’t be silly” Said the spider named Fred “Everyone knows that humans can’t fly” Then he spun his line And jump right off “But I can” He shouted “Bye-bye” AFTER THE STORM
Sunshine Heats the earth Warms the land Air rises and condenses And the clouds grow Vapours within become heavy Coolness pulls the water downwards Rain Heavy rain Thunder pulsates within the cells Lightening ignites The storm explodes Terrorising the lands And once its course is run Dissipates as if a dream Conjured within an active imagination DISCERNMENT
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. (Claude Monet) Preferences are subjective Art is governed by perspective Writing idiosyncratic Best sellers are a matter of choice Great films are skewed by individual taste Music is indicative Inclinations are peculiar Governed not by nurture or nature But by the things that make you tick There is no right or wrong No best or worst No cultured or offensive All have equal value All are appreciated by someone MINDFULNESS
Pay attention In the present moment Observe Moment to moment Attention and awareness Contextualise Live ethnically Evaluation Not blind judgement FAMILY
Family is so much more than blood and genetics It’s about who will hold your hand Through the good and the bad It’s knowing who has your back And who will hit you with the truth when needed It’s about love and being loved But not totally unconditionally It’s about respect Mutual and for always It’s about tears in the night When the world crashes and burns It’s about laughter and sunshine Throughout time It’s about friendship … and so much more BEYOND
Wait There is supposed to be more More of what? I am not sure But there has got to be … more This cannot be it All we are going to get What happened to dreams? Where did all the plans go? Now the future is on hold This lifetime This existence Has got to be for something Wait … just wait There has to be more LOOKING BACK
Let mankind Seek out the marks of corruption The truth and the lies The abuse levied by the men of power Let him still standing Calculate the number of the beast The mortal that played in the fire of the gods A power behind the sacrifices Let those that survived Learn Seek not retribution But stride forth with the benefit of hindsight Lily’s Little … PURPLE FROGS
A tiny family of purple frogs Lived in dark tunnels right next to a bog Mama and Dada and their baby girl Jumped around And as far as anyone could tell Were as happy as happy As frogs could be Living in luxury by the sea Daddy frog would hop to the world of the giants To steal from the houses being ever so quiet Then slipping and sliding Back down to home Evading capture by the garden gnome They’d greet each other with a sniffing of butts And clapping their feet like total nuts They’d settle for sleep in their tunnels of slime That smelled like dead seaweed and a rancid old lime |
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