Sunday, 4 June 2017

Fighting for peace

I got up this morning to the awful news that there has been yet another terrorist attack in my country.

People are justifiably angry about it and most are blaming religion as the cause.

But is this really the case? If there was no religion, would war and conflict cease, would the world be at peace?

Sadly, I believe that it would not. Man will always find a reason to fight, to start wars.

We will always fight for what we think that we deserve, what we are owed.

Without religion, we would fight over land, food, money, to name but a few.

We would fight over small things that in the grand scheme of things don't matter at all, but we feel it is our right to do so.

Animals fight over the same things, and at the end of the day, as much as people dislike to hear it, we too are animals, with the same instincts to fight for what we want and need.

But here lies the difference. We have the gifts of compassion and logic. The ability to compromise for the good of all.

We can negotiate, we can put ourselves in the shoes of others, we can see things from their point of view.

All wars and conflicts start with a disagreement between two parties.

Instead of killing each other, we should use these human abilities to find a peaceful outcome.

Maybe this sounds simplistic, but if more people used these uniquely human abilities, then the world would be a kinder, more peaceful place for everyone.

My thoughts and prayers are with everyone, the world over who has suffered and lost due to war and conflict.

Let us hope that one day our humanity will triumph and our beautiful world will be a haven of love and understanding rather than one of death and destruction.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

It's too hot!

My last little poem,
About feeling so cold,
T'was a while ago,
It's getting quite old!

So now, I'm too hot!
The sun is now here.
I'd like to go out,
It's too warm though, I fear.

My head it is scorching,
Cos I've got blond hair.
I'm sweating and baking,
It's really not fair!

I cannot be pleased,
I'm British you see,
It's too hot or too cold,
Never just right for me!

Too wet or too dry
Too light or too dark!
Summer's light is too early,
I'm up with the lark!

In winter I'm tired,
Because sunlight is gone!
This chopping and changing,
Is really a con.

So I'll sit here and sweat,
Wanting coolness for me,
Then I'll moan it's too cold,
And make some hot tea!

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Where is my blanket?

Where is my blanket,
I feel oh so cold.
Right to my bones,
Is it cos I am old?

It's the middle of May!
It should be sunny and bright,
Nice and warm,
Breezy and light.

It's raining hard,
The sky is so grey!
I want blue skies.
Please go away.

The heating is off,
Because Winter has gone.
But I'm so very tempted,
To switch it back on!

In just a few weeks,
Summer will be here,
But this awful weather,
Won't get better, I fear.

I'd go for a walk,
But don't want to get wet!
Those comfy old shoes,
They'll leak, I will bet!

So I'll sit on the sofa,
Cuppa held tight,
And pray for good weather,
With all of my might!

Monday, 3 April 2017

Snatch that parcel!

There's a new game,
That I've been playing of late,
You can win lots of stuff,
I think it is great!

It's like pass the parcel,
That as a child I played.
Is it still fun?
Did my love of it fade?

Well this game is different,
You can win some cool stuff,
From flights, food and cash,
And if that isn't enough..........

You can be quite mean,
And snatch from a mate,
Maybe open their parcel,
And find something great!

Or if you are kind,
You can pick up from the map,
Sat on your sofa,
With your phone on your lap!

Or you can go for a walk,
And pick up that way,
Enjoying the sun,
Watching trees as they sway.

Sometimes I feel mean,
When I grab a mate's stash,
But they might block the attack,
Stop me increasing my cache.

When a parcel is picked up,
There's six hours to kill,
Till it's locked down,
A prize in, I will!

It's a fun little game,
Played naughty or nice,
But snatch from some players,
And you could pay the price!

Cos they'll nick back their stash,
In the blink of an eye,
And I'll have no more parcels,
Maybe I'll cry?

No, when you are sleeping,
All tucked up in bed,
I'll steal them all back!
Is that something you'll dread?

If you would like to join in,
And play this good game,
It's in the app store,
With prizes to claim.

If you do want to play,
Please input my code,
It's EEG8FD,
That is the end of my ode.

Friday, 24 March 2017

Glasses, glasses everywhere!

I went for my eye test,
Just the other day,
Squinted and struggled,
What will they say?

Do you drive?
No I do not,
That's good,
Cos your vision's not hot!

What work do you do?
Do you stare at a screen?
Yes? You need 'puter glasses,
So the text can be seen.

But I use reading glasses,
Is that so wrong?
No, no, they're no good,
They're rather too strong!

So down I go,
Perusing the frames,
There's many to choose from,
It's all fun and games!

I choose two pairs,
They're on offer you see,
Two for one,
That'll do nicely for me!

So now I've got four pairs!
General, reading and lappy,
Get it wrong,
And my eyes won't be happy!

So I'm sitting here now,
Surrounded by specs,
Chopping and changing,
Depending what's next!

Why can't I have,
Just one pair, not four?
Chopping and changing,
Is really a bore!

I did try varifocals,
But I didn't do well,
They made me feel,
Like I was at sea in a swell!

So for now and a while,
I guess this is best,
Now excuse me dear reader,
My eyes need a rest!

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

The Tempest

Andy looked at the umbrella by the door. Should he go after her, out into the rain, or should he just wait for her to come back?

He walked to the window, looking out at the turbulent weather.

He had always loved Cornwall, with its tempestuous seas and steep cliffs. But somehow, it's very wildness could make him feel uncontrollably angry, make him say things that he shouldn't!

He looked through the window, into the teeming rain. A lone figure walked towards him along the beach. It was Laura! Tall, willowy, beautiful, with her long black hair billowing behind her.

Andy turned and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He put down his empty whisky glass and with trembling hands, smoothed down his hair.

He thought back to earlier, the fight, the harsh words, the recriminations.

He had told her about Claire, the girl that he had met at work, how he had fallen in love with her, wanted to be with her, not Laura!

She had cried and begged, told him that she loved him and that she didn't want him to leave her.

She had run out of the chalet, into the wind and rain, saying that she needed to clear her head, needed to think.

She came closer. What would she say, would she be angry still, or would she accept that it was over?

Perhaps this holiday was a bad idea, maybe he should have told her before they had come.

What was that in her hand? He couldn't quite make it out. Something that she had picked up on the beach and thought may be useful, knowing Laura!

She opened the door, battling against the wind, and stepped into the room.

Her face was set, he couldn't tell what she was thinking, how she felt.

“Laura, talk to me! We need to discuss this, work out where we go from here!”

Her face suddenly became dark, frightening!

“I told you, I don't want you to leave me, I won't let you leave me!” Andy suddenly felt afraid. He had never seen this side of her before.

With horror he realised that she had a length of metal piping in her hand. She raised it above her head.

A look of confusion passed over Andy's face in the split second before the world exploded as Laura brought it crashing down on his head.

He fell to the floor, blood pouring from the wound. He looked up at her. “Why?”

She stood, silently watching as his breathing grew ragged and slow, the pipe dangling in her hand. “You will never leave me Andy, and you will never be with her”, she whispered.

He took his last breath, sighed and went limp, his eyes staring blankly.

Laura turned, opened the door and walked back out into the storm. He would always belong to her now, nobody else could ever have him!

Monday, 13 March 2017

What do you see?

What do you see?
Am I loud?
Am I quiet,
Do I seem proud?

What do you think,
When you look at me.
That I look old?
Is it just my age that you see?

Am I clever?
Do I have a good brain?
Or am I invisible,
Walking home in the rain.

Is my life very blessed?
No worries or care.
Have I lots of money?
Or a house that is bare?

What you see here,
Is the outer shell of me,
Not what's hidden within,
That's what is key!

I am clever,
I am bold,
But what you see.......
Is just old!

Please give a care,
To the person within,
I am special, clever,
Sharp as a pin!

I may be an old lady,
But I've lived a good life,
Raised a family,
Been a good wife!

I've given and helped,
Those worse off than me,
I've learnt and I've given,
Please hear my plea.

When you see me about,
Don't ignore and not see.
I'm not a poor old lady,
I'm special, I'm ME!