So GDPR has struck, confronted, confounded, confused, complicated, coooocked up and generally constrained us on here, as 112 of us originally are now 32, BUT quality not quantity a?
Thus as of Shakespeare’s Henry 5th "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, (AND sisters)" and thanks for staying with me, (ok Bears, US)!
Being ever positive I think a good few will join us later, after working out how to "agree, re join, sign up etc", realising they are not getting my Blogs, get a poke (nicely) from me, have a look at things after GDPR, return from Mars or just possibly miss what they had and are not getting…..
As this is first Blog after all the confusion, and to me much time, expense and T B H more than a little frustration ? an appropriate poem is "Enigma" from my 5th book.!!! Apt, but unlike nearly all my poems, it doesn’t have a meaning…. OR does it? Well you know me?
Consider all of your playing cards
And bring that cake in from the rain,
For there is always so much to do
So that you don’t go insane.
If you’ve climbed all the mountains
But still not found your dreams,
It is looking more unlikely
That you are going where it seems
You desperately wanted to go,
And begged for in those prayers.
And this will no doubt upset you,
But no one really cares.
So walking out in the showers
And hiding from the sun,
May disguise all those tears
But not get too much done.
For Helen of Troy told lies
About something special tonight,
So the virgins trimmed their wicks
In the hope of some delight.
And as the rightful son of your father
Beware the ladies of the night parade,
Ensuring an eclipse of the sun’s light
That may encompass a whole decade.
With no more sunshine ever blazing
From where it will usually shine,
Thus I worry that all the troubles
Are now going to be mine.
Yes lord I am so very thirsty,
But there’s no water for you and I
That can ever quench our parched lips,
So best now that we die.
Well have you worked it out? NO the poem, NOT GDPR ?, but enough of that.
As I have not done a "usual" Blog for a while I will make this fairly succinct and catch up a bit later. Is that ok please?
News then, and I’ve been in France the last 12 days, so not as "externally active" as in U K, stalls, meetings, gigs etc I mean!
I have though been prolifically writing as usual, published my "monthly" article on The Sussex Newspaper online & Bonjour Limosuin entitled "Loud" so look it up for a smile?
When I return home in a week or so I have already a busy schedule with three radio station interviews, two now as "Regular Guest", LOL somebody likes me, a School Fete stall, a couple of networking meetings and a "personal meeting" with a new lady who wants to possibly share our stuff with bit of work together? The Psychy Poet goes where others fear to go, or something like that but she looks very nice!?
Second of 3 poems, and like all three I’m putting up, are from my 5th and latest, (last August), book, called simply "Will". You can hear me read first part on the video on my website…
Well weeks will come and weeks will go
And months soon follow in life’s flow.
But days we enjoy will pass by quick,
Whilst tougher times go slow.
So then we must remain steadfast
With our resolve strong and unbowed,
As all of us will have our turn
To be under a sad, tragic cloud.
For nothing in this world is given
To remain the same, or even arrive.
So grab those moments of delight
And just celebrate you’re alive!
There will of course be time for sorrow
With that very time going slow,
So try to cry behind your mask
Because others may not know.
Well at least that’s what I try to do
Not that I think men shouldn’t cry.
But I shed my tears in private
So the world doesn’t puzzle why
This chap with a constant smile
And a jokes all-day token,
May continue to laugh and grin,
When inside his heart is broken.
So back we will go to the weeks
Which pass according to our fate,
But whether going quick or slow
We should try for heaven’s gate.
Photos included then:- 1) Me at my French place and significantly "still standing", 2) At a stall prior to coming away, 3) Our "Favourite" Bears Ted n Beth, 4) Me beside my banner.
For those seeking more of my poems I am featured in the excellent Mantel Farm’s ?? magazine with my poem "Effortless" about lazy people, so don’t you be too lol (busy?) or idle to look it up. Read about the "birds and bee’s" in there too! Lots of activity "daaaarn oot farm" ?
Last of poems before close, and those of you who know me well will really get this choice of poem called "The Messenger"… Please enjoy!
The messenger calls as usual
And you take it as always read,
But you may get a shock
When worrying that he’s dead.
For he hasn’t called, or spoke
So you wonder what is wrong?
But maybe nothing is for him,
When he sings another’s song,
Just how they like to hear him
As for her he speaks so well.
So you’ve faded in his memory,
Though not that you can tell.
As like thunder, the silence roars
Reverberating about your ears,
That once rejoiced to hear him
But now noise is replaced by tears
Of an acid recrimination,
That you didn’t cherish it all.
And thus you have lost it now
Even if begging him to call!
So your messenger has vanished
And seems won’t be coming back,
To pick up all the pieces
That crumble as you crack.
For no messages are forthcoming,
As the delivery man has gone.
Leaving you with a hard lesson,
About the man who shone
That bright light in your life,
And always made you smile.
But when felt you gave nothing
He knew you weren’t his style.