Hello. Some recent thoughts: at first jotted down; then jostled into some semblance of cohesion called poetry. Continue reading
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Now is Not the Time (for Complacency)
Hello, hello.
With the current message from the powers that be so frequently being now is not the time for complacency, I can’t help but find myself harking back to the good old days when lack of care was king, dreaming of the glorious time it will be back again. Continue reading
Gin & Bare It
It’s incredible. Truly. That even now the people at the top are still expecting their big fat slice, while the people at the bottom of the business ladder have absolutely no choice but get in even more hock to them just for Continue reading
Love Plus One
For my first poetic verse of the year, a dabble in the traditional; love:
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Feed Meme, See More; Feed Meme
Dare come with as I once again walk where the streets have no name; where sunny avenues can turn dark and foreboding in an instant; where every corner drips with potential to be a cul-de-sac of corrosion; where no u-turns are allowed except for the super rich, Musky and repugnant to the senses as they might be . . . Continue reading
Not all Capes are for Superheroes
It’s said not all heroes wear capes; but what of non-daring-and-dashing cape wearing types: does anyone give a damn for our dilemma, the misery life is made thanks to comics, movies and TV? It’s a royal pain in the utility belt!
Mr. Follow Follow
More dark lore from the insidious side of Social Media: Continue reading
Oh, Rather!
About words, well, one word in particular.
Patience & the Coffee Maker
There is a coffee maker
Just along the way
Simple and rustic
Open each and every day
Aroma heavy
A dark rich roast
Mixed with a whiff
Of fresh tobacco smoke Continue reading
Grate Expectations Will Only Lead to Tares
Wot with being educated in sarf London, one left skool not well-endowed on the grammar front. Upon realisation of how the wrong 2 can leave a whole sentence in complete error—‘knackered’ as they say where I come from—I recoiled in utmost terror.
With great Gusto, I tried to get much better. Gusto—guess what—did really great, while I just mediocre. Correct me if wrong, I’ll be glad. But a two-way street it’s apparently not, as discovered to my bad.
