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A Familiar Story
sorry to drop this on you
before breakfast
there is no roundabout way
of saying this
but your bnb service which used to be outstanding
is hopeless
the cabin leaks
the entire place needs refurbishing
it is without rancor and in the spirit of friendship
that I advise you to chill out and pay more attention
to your dwindling assets
OLW # 135
a much needed rest
after a hellish couple of days
to sit cosy and warm
looking out at the grey sky
listening to the guitars
playing a sad love song
thinking of you
feeling like this
i was young
it was always summer
i had no idea
about anything much
an innocent
tiptoing through tulips
i am pleased
maturity
was a long time coming
discovering all those truths
reality
makes you wise
but not necessarily happy
Tsk Frankie Valli.....Can't take my eyes off you?
Fraid not Frankie....At Club 77 Darlinghurst Sydney
management will call the cops
you use to be able to look
but not touch
not now
no longer
not unless you have prior verbal consent
Darlinghurst nightclub bans patrons from ‘staring at someone’ without
prior ‘verbal consent’ at popular Sydney venue Club 77. It is considered to be sexual harrassment. The club said “safety officers” in pink vests would enforce the staring rules.
woke pc insanity
alive and thriving
keep eyes lowered
maybe hand out consent forms
to be signed and witnessed
with verbal consent as well
there was a time
wandering eyes
were not confused with
wandering hands
helas
no longer
rivers gone
revealing their hidden secrets
113 million year old dinosaur tracks
in texas
rivers of tears and blood
spilled by the suffering ukrainians
rivers of despair
the river styx
always present
no point in trying to hide
from the ferryman
rushing rivers rise
rivers overflowing
drowning destroying
everything in its wake
floods everywhere
when all fails
retreat to the world
of winnie the pooh
a gentler time of childhood
sadly we know
this will never be enough
for most of us
there can never be enough
for most of us
hence
our disastrous calamitous world
China bans Winnie the Pooh film after comparisons to President Xi
words
spoken in arrogance
are always faux pas
and fan flames for
those with an appetite for scandal
finally
gossip passed around usually comes
from a dank dark place
not trustworthy
not the answer
and never nice
nice trustworthy fauxpas flames passed answer arrogance appetite final always spoken never
Shadorma
after work
it's good to relax
kick off shoes
have a drink
enjoy those few hours before
it all starts again
daily grind
most of us know it
we work hard
we come home
we do chores about the house
labour of love - sure !
FOR CHINA
Friday Night
port and lemon
pate on a baguette
snuggling together under a fur rug
on a cold winter's night
watching
une hirondelle a fait le printemps*****
(fantastic movie )
banana cake and cream to follow
la bonheure chante et l'amour sourit
SINGALONG
LA VALSE AU VILLAGE
JEAN SABLON
Dans la même ivresseD'un rêve un peu fouDans cette humble fêteAu décor simple et douxGardons-en l'image au fond de nousSouvenirs trop courts d'amour
D'un beau jour d'amour
Un beau jour d'amour
a coincidence
photoshop
no
i don't think so
forgive me olive
am having an edith sitwell moment
no use sending
me messages
you are preaching
to the converted
somehow
your strong hands
must reach out
and touch the
walking dead
make them listen
make them see
throttle them
if necessary
we all need to know someone
who will leave the landing light on for us
when we are feeling scared
poor milly wasn't together
wore her dark clothes back to front
never combed her hair
which served as a bird's nest
for an owl she carried on her shoulder everywhere
until she discovered poetry
transformation
milly had a columbia pictures logo moment
became sublimely happy
sorted out the hair and clothes
ditched the owl
who found a pussy cat friend
together they took off
in a beautiful pea green boat
to the land where the bong trees grow
and milly
well milly spent her time writing poems
and swimming at the beach
her first heels
red leather pointy toes
wrapped in tissue paper
in a shoe box
looked at adoringly
every night before bed
she had waited so long
next hurdle lipstick
then maybe
an elvis presley movie
TUMULT OF RAGE
her beautiful hands
a soft rose pink
60s beauty
she loved music
probably her only love
her dreams destroyed
her misery palpable
she only made one recording
threw in the towel and
married a loser
to have a kiss
from a lovely young lad
i wonder if klimt was a good
kisser
dangerous
thing to do taking
your dog shark
to the beach
it's a really bad idea
change the name to roy
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long
long
ago
a young girl
called brigitte bardot
was a celebrity icon
she was a pinup for many teenage high school girls
with determination somehow i managed to fool myself that i could look like this
helas it was not meant to be even with all my effort so i accepted the fact that i would never be a femme fatale francaise
OPEN LINK WEEKEND # 130
however
on a whim
i bought a convertible
just like hers
now i have to work out
how to pay for it
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
— from House of Light, 1990
Globally we may feel the impending doom of a rapidly-changing climate, but our angst will probably seem halcyon to someone living 50 years from now;
50 years from now
i wont be here
there will be many changes
i don't even want to imagine them
horror stories for sure
in 200 years from now
i doubt if there will be humans still here
if we are looking for new beginnings, it is well for us to begin in our own back yards, that place of personal experience and enactment.
no new beginnings for us
if we don't
change our ways in everyday life
if we don't
become responsible stewards
of this magnificent planet
if we don't
abandon materialism
if we don't
embrace spirituality
if we don't rethink everything
