Those who really know me would have expected me to put “mountain” a counter attack as the title after lead photo of Table Mountain, but I resisted the temptation, but yay I’ve just put it anyway.?
But yes I, and hopefully everybody, is counter attacking our suffocation from Curse Covid, and as my photos suggest, by road (Oz), land (getting out), sea (well Murray River) and air, with even Pegasus joining in ?. Now this is a very positive start to my hopefully usual cheerful Blogs, so here we go……
Positive shoots of growth and normality in past few days from a pretty shite recent period for me personally, and exacerbated for all of us by Curse Covid murdering life
A Leader and the Pack
Many people have to bunch up
To follow the crowd like sheep.
But for others this is folly
And so to themselves they keep,
Being both confident and able
In their abilities and ways,
And while herds gets bogged down
They will look for better days.
It’s said who goes fastest, goes alone
And I guess that may be true.
But the strong leader type
Will always look for pastures new,
Where they seek out opportunity
They mould to satisfaction,
Whilst meanwhile the herd complains
Of their lack of life or action.
Though there’s safety in the pack
Jostling along with all the crowd,
Never having to worry much
As lateral thought is not allowed.
So with their minds stagnating
The herd moves slowly on,
But may later rue chances missed
After the prizes have all gone.
So why do people want to lead
With all that added strain?
Though I think many would do so
If they had the choice again.
For while there’s company in packs
With not very much to fear,
In that boring cheerless herd
Life is dark and very drear.
Thus the leader makes his way
Continuing to take his chance,
And while he may go wrong at times
His whole life he will enhance!
Anyway enough of that, but before I forget a quick “Hello” to “James’s Mum”, who apparently said kind words about my Blog article to said son James…. YAY, well James (Harvey) of course is my unseen hero and veritable “wind (?) beneath my wings” who is now both my esteemed publisher, and most importantly this Website Guru, so thank you from me and They Bears Ted n Beth🐻🐻 to James, or Bette Midler? Thanks man!
Next poem and quite an important one, as is the Intro poem in my first book, that was meant to be the only book, Ha ha, 8 books on now, so what did I know, but here it is….
Aspects and Feelings
Life’s wonder is all around us
However near or far we look,
So I have made poetic observations
And put them in a book.
Romance will touch and thrill us,
Tragedy can make us cry
While humour lifts our spirits,
Reflection questions why?
Everyone has needs and feelings
Should they run off and retire,
But knowing views of others
Just may switch on and inspire!
I will mention some more good news before bringing it all down with my Corny Jokes, (BUT I know you all LUUUUUUUUUUUUUURVE them really) Tony F. Rod & Alistair, Grahame, Mick Sea, Jane etc AND those who lol “just don’t always quite get them”? I KNOW who you are 😁😍.
The good news? Well for me, but C’mon it IS my Blog ha ha haaaaa, and that I have had a plethora of wonderful and kind compliments on my poems (and Blog, but “Comment Section at end please), on all of my social media etc. Not only that but it has produced some book sales and donations to Help for Heroes too, thanks guys, Danny Mac etc 👍. Talking of comments at end of here, thanks to my regulars, D B, S B, K B, (lol all B’s but lovely though), S P, Odd Job Bob, (I added your kind words to “comment section”, Bob thanks), and even our “Kings & Queens” expert “Henry the First” who brilliantly thinks I might be a “Poetic King” (just because I have Ted n Beth, Henry?)…..
Getting near “Those Jokes” (pen ready Tony?), but another poem first,,,,,
Just a Shadow
The visitor comes to my door
In a cloak complete with hood,
No need to ask why he’s here
For that is understood.
As a shapeless face peers out
From darkness cast by shade,
So no eyes glare or gleam
To betray any offers made.
But I was quite familiar
With this figure’s eerie stance,
For I had seen it many times
Though often just a glance
Of fleeting dark awareness,
And cold shivers up my spine.
Though I recognised the meaning
Of this spectre that is mine.
For in those visits to me
When no words were exchanged,
I knew temptations were offered
With safe passages arranged.
But each time I had declined
To succumb to any deal,
For my integrity and reason
My visitor knew were real.
So what you ask is the meaning
Of my visitor in sombre cloak?
And why did I deny him
The offer to remove my yoke,
Of all the burdens we carry
Which at times drive us mad?
But the answer is quite simple,
In that I chose good, not bad.
For that was the decision
My ominous caller sought,
With Siren like offers
On my very being, that he sought.
Though I am no virgin soul
Who has never made wrong calls,
But always put my hand up
If I ever broke the rules.
So no conceited hat do I wear
Or a countenance all contrite,
Just a firm unwavering belief
That I try to do what is right.
YAY JOKE TIME 🤡🤡🤡
1) As a Scarecrow, I’m outstanding in my field, probably because it’s in my genes? C’mon that IS clever
2) I told a friend of mine that she draws her eyebrows up too high. She looked really surprised!
3) Two Eskimo’s were fishing in their kayak but were freezing, so lit a little fire, which made the boat sink! THAT just goes to prove you can’t have you kayak and heat it ……
Moving swiftly on then, and Laurie seeks sanctuary in another poem, but a very serious one, and also close to my heart from my career in Psychiatry (hence The Psychy Poet come on lol) on mental illness which I have been promoting awareness of also lately, AND (see my Facebook Pages) with some kind comments and unexpected response, thanks yet again……
One in Three
Love and laughter may sprinkle around
With no real problems for you and me,
But we must always be aware of the fate
That will befall every one in three.
For our lives can change in a trice
When the world sends us a test,
To deal with tragedy, failure or loss
When we are forced to do our best,
To keep our chins up and smile
And face the world with fragile pride,
That may fool many, and maybe you
Until you realise you’re dying inside.
As a blackness so dark falls all over you
With no pinprick of light in your pit,
So you blunder about and don’t even try
Whilst every sinew begs you to quit,
And perhaps shuffle off this mortal coil
That right now seems most appealing,
For even if you do try to fight back
You’re overwhelmed by a darkest feeling.
Where has all this come from you ask?
But in truth you may never know,
How you are reduced to anxiety tears
And constant feelings of death and woe,
That will affect many now in their lives
As if have swallowed a depressive pill,
For you have become one in the three
Who learn the trauma to be mentally ill?
Not just mounting (mountain ?😂) a counter attack here then, but also promoting Help for Heroes and Mental Health awareness, so be kind please guys, but I know you all are…..
One little sadder note is that our “Glorious Twosome” Ted & Beth 🐻🐻 are still a bit depressed that although the world is opening up a bit, there is still not any news of them being able to come with me to do live Gigs yet. I miss them too, and also the money the Gigs brought in for charity Help for Heroes! SOON I hope……
Nearly all done here then, and I really hope it has maybe helped you feel a little more happy, positive and perhaps join me in counter attacking this suffocating chuffing virus….
Last poem, and a romance one (yup I know those of you who love them❤️❤️❤️) and this one is perhaps unusual as starts with trinkets or keepsakes etc that people love and collect like (LOL Teddy Bears Laurie?), dolls, spoons, elephants, stamps, letters etc. What do YOU collect or keep please? Let me know, as I’m ERrrrr Nosey….
A trinket is an ornament or memento
That is of little value and worth.
But could possibly get sentimental
If allied to a special birth,
Or something that’s held dear
Becoming an intrinsic part of you.
But mostly the trinket is worthless
Whatever you feel or do.
So why then do we collect them?
When not wanted until seen,
With the initial attraction to them
That soon made us very keen,
To get and own these items
Which we succumbed to and bought,
Though now lay about forgotten
Without a second thought.
Because far more important in life
Are the lovely people there,
With you to make those memories
And wonderful days you share.
So when without a thought or plan
A chance meeting turns to bliss,
That without a shadow of doubt
You wouldn’t want to miss.
So going back to our trinkets
And maybe other things we get,
Which cannot hold a candle
To that someone special met.
Who fills our life with sunshine
Even when it’s a cloudy day.
For a person to love and treasure
Is a far better gift and way,
To find life’s joys and wonder
That a trinket could never do,
As the simple fact of the matter
Is that love is best for you!
The end nearly, and I gave you some clues on the photos that feature, but largely have some connection to positivity and lol counter attacking, but as ever, MASSIVE THANKS for being there and all your encouragement, kind words and support, BLESS YA ALL !!!!
Thus The Journey Continues in Counter Attacking positive mode…….
Thanks, Cheers, Love and Peace,
Laurie and The Bears xx
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