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Drops Of Inspiration

Drops of inspiration
And the oyster opens wide
For a world of opportunity
And much more else besides
A land of hope and glory
A place for future dreams
Pearlescent jewel in reach to hold
That shines auspicious gleam

pearl oyster

pearl oyster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Mother’s Son

One minute, he was a baby
A small, innocent child
The apple of my eye and more
So tender, meek and mild

And then before I knew it
He’d got to six foot three
A strapping, independent lad
Leaving nest and family

Venturing out to greener fields
To take the world by storm
Whilst finding out for himself what
Path will become his norm

Creating his life on his own
His choice and making too
A fiercely independent chap
Striding to pastures new

Yet in his wake my heartstrings
Stretching from Mum to boy
With built-in elasticity
Connection to employ

A dichotomy or paradox
Willing him to go far
Yet feeling twinges and the wrench
Emotions slightly charred

But also by the same token
Being proud from job well done
With joy and thrill that’s just saying
“Become a man my son.”

“Become a man and blend your life
Make footsteps in the sand
Ones of contentment; happiness
By which you will then stand”

“And be compassionate with grace
Upholding honour true
For boy now grown up; fledging flown
I will always love you!”

A Mother's Son

 

A Biased Coup

I woke this morning and measured
Whether, I am a child
For yesterday when shopping out
VAT on my bill was filed
Yes filed, I say, on school clothes
Those things we have to wear
In compulsory education
For ‘children’ everywhere!

And yet I’m not an adult
Til 18 years are reached
Or is that so, for I have heard
By 16 rules are breached
And adult rates are then charged
On buses and much more
And sex is legal so I’m told
But not voting says the law

So now at fourteen years of age
Confusion is quite rife
For I’m an adult in my clothes
But don’t get the adult life!
And then by sixteen they’ll charge me
The adult fare – it’s true
Yet I won’t be an adult then -
Well ain’t that a biased coup!

To put this in context, I have just found out that value added tax, which is supposed to be zero on children’s clothes, is actually charged at the full 20% on all school uniform (and other clothes) for children over the age of 13 in the UK which effectively renders school uniform for key stage 4 as adult clothes!!!

English: British school children in London, En...

English: British school children in London, England (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Boy Racer

He revved his throttle loudly
He donned sunglasses on
And ramped his music up so high
So we could share his song

He pumped the gas quite heavily
Exhaust fumes belting out
And with a screech of rubber tyres
He raced his car about

He sensed the open highway
The gap in traffic too
The hole in car park exit
Through which he then just flew

With shoppers knocked sideways standing
And trolleys in a spin
It’s wondered who he was racing
What game he hoped to win

Then as he saw the lights turning
And tried to pip to post
He was held up by amber turn
The thing he hated most

And sat there on the bumper
Of another car it’s true
He ranted and he raved at wheel
Until green light shone through

Then with a roar of engines
A stench of burnt out fuel
He sped off down the road so fast
But left looking a fool!

An extreme example of "Ricer;" a Toy...

An extreme example of “Ricer;” a Toyota Corolla dressed up as the Poser Mobile for the T-Mobile TV ads. However the originator of the pic wishes to remain anonymous. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What Kind Of World Do We Live In?

What kind of world do we live in
What hatred abounds
Where wars sap earth’s bounty
Where animosity is found

What kind of world do we live in
Where is the peace
The love and the kindness
When did that cease

What kind of world do we live in
With starvation and curse
Where is the compassion
Why does it get worse

What kind of world do we live in
Where murder is rife
Where each beats the other
And the only answer’s a knife

What kind of world do we live in
Without souls and no hearts
Where trusts have been broken
Or are breaking apart

Why kind of world do we live in
Where lies are complex
And dishonour abundant
Another reason to vex

What kind of world do we live in
What planet is this
Where Earth’s beauty is lost
A beauty I miss

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer Holidays

School’s out!  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

To keep the children occupied
To save the words we fear
“I’m bored – there’s nothing good to do”
Those words heard year on year.

So fix a picnic, step on out
Into the countryside
Or park, the beach or open space
For more to do besides

Or kick a ball, or flop, relax
Just chill, or play, have fun
Perhaps go camping underneath
The stars – enjoy the sun!

Or maybe do some art and crafts
Museums – they’re often free
Or swimming, biking, taking in
A film that’s on TV

Or play a game – a board one! Yes?
To generate a smile
To keep the “I’m bored blues away”
At bay for a short while

School’s out.  At last the holidays
But what is there to do?
So many hours to entertain
Amusement to imbue

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach...

English: The beach at Old Hunstanton The beach is empty even though it is mid-afternoon in July – but the school holidays haven’t started yet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Big Bellies; Floppy Boobs!

Big bellies; floppy boobs
The need to thin on down
But is that what it’s all about
To have the stick-thin crown?

Is it all about the image?
Or more so for self-care
To disregard what the mirror says
Instead for how we fare

Accepting that some squidyness
Along with cushioned tums
Is part of life and much better
Than living on mere crumbs!

Whilst focussing on health not fat
On fitness; feeling great
On cherishing what’s underneath
Hearts, minds and other states

Not centring on measurements
Or even size zero
But more intent on how we feel
For hale and hearty hero

So big bellies; floppy boobs
Take courage; ditch the scales
Don’t care what mirror or world says
But more your health details!

Fading Memories

There is a door
Enticing; alluring
That draws me closer
Bids me to enter
Beckons me to go through
And yet the key escapes me
It evades my touch
Hanging out of reach
On a silver thread above the door
Woven like the silk of a spider’s web
Dangling in the shadows ahead
Occasionally catching the odd ray of sun
That beams in a single dart

So many times have I unlocked that door
So many times have I entered
And walked in the garden the other side
The garden of memories
Pictures of the past
Sentiments, emotions, recollections
Where the feet of yesterday
Are the footholds of today
A landscape of verdant pastures
Beautiful flowers in full bloom
The scents and perfumes alive
And the sounds, the sights, the sensations
Drawing the images of life now spent

But now the key to the past vanishes
Slowly evaporating in the folds of age
Greying into obscurity
Dissipating into the ether
So that only sometimes can I take hold of her
And walk through the door and reminisce
Yet soon I will never go through again
And then what will I have?
Memories gone forever
Lost behind the door
The key lost in the web of life
A dark corridor in which to wander
Without the glories of the garden beyond

Fading Memories

Dreams

Dreams past reality
Yonder the given
Deeper than slumber
Outside yet within
Further; farther; untouchable
And yet almost tangible in their existence

Dreams past reality
Unconsious existence
Being unfathomable
Surreal and bizarre
Images, emotions, sensations
And yet accommodating desire’s ether

Dreams past reality
Beyond consciousness
Intrinsic phenomena
Conscious insights
Manifesting parallel illusions
And yet expressing a heart’s core content

 

 

Search Engines

Yahoo, Google, Chrome and Bing
They all just do the same old thing
To search, to find, to list to know
Not forgetting old DuckDuck Go
Search Engines praying on our mind
To lift the blinkers; quench mankind’s
Endless quest to find out much more
In ether banks of data raw
To store, to file, retrieve and make
Our lives enriched; but what’s at stake?

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