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Brexit

Our Land

The castles of ours are unique and built on solid stone leave us alone we do not need the slings and arrows of foreign charm, 

We can keep the seas around us safe and calm

Let us get on with it

We can do the work of so many with just a few.

Show us the red white and blue

Give us a symbolic yolk to push against and a hill to climb, we will not wipe the sweat from our brows we do not have the time.

It’s for our independence and something so sublime

We are an island leave us along have a hill to climb

The joy of bells from our village hall, they call out to us one and all

This beautiful country with its rolling green hills the fallow land the great rivers so grand let me drench my being in this glorious band

Mad dogs and Englishmen, brave Scots, Welsh rugby and sturdy Irishmen

Churchill and Big Ben give me a strong leader and more courageous country men here’s to them

Houses of Parliament, Scotland the brave, Her majesty the queen and in that we save, Punk rock and the British music rave. A good beer give me cheer, football, rugby, tennis, cricket, Golf and William Shakespeare, It is all so clear

Sing my countries anthem, Jerusalem, hope and glory, morning glory, the red dragon, the welsh valleys and the choirs. Sally, with what’s her name and all from her ally

Give me a campaign, give me work I will not complain, give me a voice so I can talk.

Give me a substantial meal with a knife and fork.

Let the village bells chime in this glorious time. Listen to wind in the willow, the warmth of the morning sun through the leaves of the sturdy oak. It brings a lump to my throat and the feeling of a tear in my eye

 I feel it in my heart but I refuse to cry

Sobriety

As the essence of life caresses the golden sands and the ocean spray curses his rustic face.

He can only contemplates the intricate lattice of life,

It is where he is, but he does feel he does not have a place

But as he lays on the beach of life with the emerald night sky drenching his eyes and the sea fish awaiting a rejected sole

A spiritual embrace enlarges an islands image of a mirage with an oasis that is not for him complete or whole

It is on his minds horizon, that he still cannot contemplate a goal

Even though he is seldom told

The now, seductive wench who he knows so well, will soon wrench at his shaking hand for steady guidance and demand liquid silence with a slow drawl

Still battered from the previous event of this sirens call.

A calming haze blinds the raging storm before the fall

It’s a fall with a call from grace for a local hero who needs a steady rock

Which requires the need to follow the tune of a religious hymn

It’s only him that can allow it to be, and sink in

The religion of this vessel that is unable to tack

But could he hack the rough in a world with so many storms and make the decision to quit, as it is impossible to sip!

Lacking the refinements of sober men he feels the subtle style of sober slobs rule.

But it may not be benign this curse for sobriety that hinders the life of a reluctant mule

He just requires the tool and possible hind sight, but could the change better the life of a stronger fool

Only abstinence can be a prerequisite to sobriety

Words

Brexit vs Brineu

Dogasea Bats home

CCTV: Big brother and the rest of the family

Avocado or not avocado

We are the wurst of friends my little sausage

Hearses for corpses or is it horses for courses?

Dark matter matters

Facelexic    Namelexic

It is the fighter behind the smile not the bambino kiss in the candidate

Don’t campaign on a empty head

Absolute free speech is only for those who have money to burn, and time to contemplate!

Run for your life, couch for your demise

Fight the good fight and workout      

Age is in the eye of the be older

Erectile dysfunction or stiffyless

It is better to be than not too, otherwise the question will not arise

If you are not ten minutes early, you are late

Down through the moon lit snowy meadow and across the brook

Two special people together, with that special look

Smoke from the cottage chimney threads its way through the heavenly night

They are so happy it is a wonderful sight

Over the roof the misty moon is low

Glistening off the festive Snow

It’s a wonderful sight

 

They are so happy to night

It’s a wonderful sight

Up on the hill the church choir dash through the crispy snowy stuff

Vicars hurries along with his face all a-glow and out of puff   

He is asking the whole choir for more not enough. 

As the silver holly-cross around his neck glows and in the moon light flashes

Crystal flakes settle on the choir’s hats and even eye lashes 

It’s a wonderful site

 

They are so happy to night

It’s a wonderful site

Take on all these holly days and let your children play,

It’s a wonderful night it’s such a wonderful day; let your children have their say

As the loyal celebrate this seasonal time with good beer and fine wine

Oh, it’s a wonderful sight

It’s a beautiful time

They are so happy tonight

It is so wonderful to hear the bells chime

It’s a wonderful life

It’s a wonderful time

Rescue Dog

We visited the cinema in Leicester Square the other evening. We bought our tickets with a couple of large carton of popcorn. As we were entering the door to the auditorium there was a St Bernard’s dog with a little barrel around its neck, sitting next to the lady collecting the tickets. I thought this was unusual, and thought no more of it. Watched the movie, and as the lights came on at the end of the film I noticed I was not only covered in popcorn but, so were the seats either side of us and all over the carpet. Their seemed to be more popcorn on the seats and carpet than there was in the boxes we started with. Then it occurred to me what the St Bernard’s dog was doing at the entrance. It was a popcorn rescue dog.

Why people believe in god?

From a very early age, most of us are conditioned to rely on superior being/s (mother and father, carer) to feed and protect us. It must be a very nice comforting feeling to know, even though most of us will never remember the feeling from infancy, But, it carries on all through childhood That is, that we can rely on someone to take care of us and look after all our needs.

If you asked a minor to make a choice between living at home with their parents or going to live in the house of God, the vast majority if not all would choose their parents’ house to live where they are fed and attended too.

But when they get to the age of independence and realise they do not have to rely on their parents so much. They can convert that wonderful feeling they had with their parents and adopt an imaginary superior entity (God). Live their lives as an independent person but still retain that wonderful feeling of someone/something giving them guidance and protection.

When you get to that point in your life where you have no other option than to be independent, why not retain that wonderful feeling. There are others who believe they are a god and they have a responsibility to all the living things in their bodies, by exercising and eating the foods that are going to fuel their body to achieve their goals. Do you “just do it!” (Nike) or do you pray for it? Some people do both, either way, it has got to be done to achieve the objective.

But in the name of religion and the name of God many people have been motivated to achieve great things. There are many people in the world that need that additional thought to get them through their lives. So it is not a bad thing unless it is used to convert or corrupt those of us that have an alternative view.   

Give me
an adventure

Give my wide eyes the nourishment they need

Let me wallow in the mud pools of excitement

Bring on the stallions

Let me grasp it with my talons

Let me put my nose in the fallow fields of deafening cannons

Happy
New Year

For the New Year I have decided to include you once again within my circle of friends

Even though you have a terrible habit of picking your nose and scratching your arse, this I can live with! 

But if you could please refrain from belching and passing wind loudly in public when I am with you,

It would make it a lot easier for me to make a decision next year

NHS
IS THE MOTHER OF ALL SERVICES
THANK YOU MUM!

Postcard from
Bournemouth to Cy

Just sandwiched this ink between pen and paper to let you know how saucy the weather has been.

That is if the one above does not make a ham of it!

The sun is coming down like hot butter on my back,

..And the seagulls are dancing on the crust of a wave.

There is the occasional fluffy mash potato cloud in the sky.

With a dumpling moon that has just settled on the horizon.

But, I must say the overall view is giving me pizza of mind

Now getting a bit low on bread, but other than that I have quite a plate full

Fish stew fleur beer

See
Creatures

The intrinsic nature of life is there only true possession why should intelligent beings take that away.

Let them have their say let them be allowed to sing freely across the oceans any time any day

They have nowhere to go; the large machines have an abundance of speed and power

Enough to catch an elegant and beautiful creature and needlessly devour

Where is our voice, where is our world power

Why can’t the silent masses who object empower

In the eyes of these creatures it is man in arms as brothers Why should I be tainted by the needless acts of miss guided others

Imagine swimming in the crimson waters of your mother, father and your children

As they witness there family and genetic extinction

Have the conviction and fight for jurisdiction

Will the folly of these foes be forgiven or can they hide behind a driven need

Humanity is swimming in the same pool can we exceed our expectations and guide these others from arrogance and greed

These creatures are better off left alone in their liquid home to roam, for us and our children to see

To
Guinevere

It’s alright my lady I’m only bleeding

I have seen worse, but the thought of dying without a mate is the curse Whilst contemplating my match and the thousand mile swim to share your sword.

I will ward off another lord who can only kneel in your presence and fumble with an unnecessary cord

Let the grace and virtue behind an intoxicating smile adorn the presence of a humble knight in a this large field

Have my steed through your gate and accept my arrow without your shield

Come, ride high with me on my shimmering stallion, and have done with a lesser companion

Samurai
Samaritan

Would the sound of a Samurai Samaritan sword cutting the wind whistle a helpful tune?

To the passer byer who could not see the need to assist

Or would the terror illuminate the mindful thought as he got the gist

For he who is the one biting the dust can only appreciate the gesture of others regardless of the threat

To him, it is the generosity of a humble heart as he feels the helping hand, and knows he owes a debt.

But unknown to him this humble heart pumps to the beat with the feeling of fret

Will he live to be the recipient of an indelible impression of regret

As only his anxious look is disguised with a delicate smile.

His eyes might betray him, but he does not know if they will be looking at each other from opposite sides of the path without expression in a very short while

And who is he to beguile the intellectual energy of this unfortunate soul?

As he is only here taking on a reluctant roll

Why scroll this in a statement when the message should not be allowed in such a darkened cloud

For he who calls the tune with his whistling sword and bright eyes in a darkened shroud.

REACH

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