A thought on Saturday

 

For me, the world is in confusion

And all that annoys me seems to make it so!

A deafening noise assaults my mind

Created by a yelling few.

The greed of those who do not understand 'enough'

And beggar those poor innocents that do!

The trendy briefness of social media,

That claims invention but embraces laziness.

The indulged who want it now! Not tomorrow!

Nor with any thought of cost.

The deception of those who claim that which is untrue

And posture as they attribute blame.

They cannot rule themselves!

So why trust them to govern others?

But why am I so sad?

When, in truth, surrounded by such pleasure?

I sometime wander through trees in rich colours;

The gift of autumn - leading on to winter's hold.

Christmas too will bring some friendly cheer

And I will shake some hands and kiss some lips with joy.

My shoes will crunch the frosty grass

And my eyes will twinkle in the shiny scene.

I’ll gaze with fondness at surrounding kin!

And laugh at all their triviality.

So, let me take heart that living is so good

And concede that existence seems so seldom fair.

Forget the world of all pretentious men!

For life is more than all they spoil.

 

A MESSAGE

Don’t cling to dreams that cannot be fulfilled, 

Fortune does not always favour bravery, 
Nor does it always walk with success,

And don’t discard modest apples for exotic strawberries,

For the apples will still be ripe when the strawberries have decayed.

Start on a low rung and you will miss no fruit as you climb the tree,

And remember, dreams may lead to disappointment

But hard-work usually succeeds.

TRUMPETY, TRUMPETY, TRUMPETY TRUMP. BORISY, BORISY, BORISY BUMP

“But Dad” said a little rapscallion, as he pushed another senior citizen out of his way, ”Are you sure there’ll be a circus for Christmas?”

Well there ‘May’ be! said Dad “That’s if is she hasn’t been sacked - like the milk stealer before her. Anyway, why do you ask?”

“Well, I saw two clowns on the tele!”

“How do you know they were clowns?”

 “They both had untidy blond hair just like a loo-cleaner’s mop, and they acted like the Mad Hatter!”

“They could have been politicians!” said Dad.

“Dunno” said the lad “they both talked like the Jabberwocky - no one understood what they were trying to say”

“Undoubtedly politicians then!” said Dad. “Did one have his hair on backwards?”

“Yeh!” said the lad “They both did!”

“Did one speak with a posh accent, like he was trying hard not to fart, and the other sound like a Cornish country-bumpkin who doesn’t finish his words?”

“Yeh!” said the lad.

“I know the two!” said Dad “Definitely clowns! They’re each bringing a new kind of circus into a gullible world!”

Will it be fun? Like a real, old circus?

No! It will all end in tears! Mark my words son!

IN THE NAME OF FREEDOM

This was our hole. This was our home – for all eternity.

The rain cascaded down, driven fierce by a mocking wind.

He would scream when darkness took our sight.

He knew, I knew, that shells would hurtle down

and creature Death would tear the spirit from our souls.

Our friends were gone, scattered on the plain or swallowed whole within a blooded mire.

We did our best. We ran, with bayonets fixed, towards the foe.

My comrade fell; a dangling leg torn almost whole from his shattered frame.

I dragged him, sobbing for his Ma, into the pit,

Which now would be our tomb.

None would help. None could help.

Soon he would die. Soon I would die.

Suddenly, a quiet filled our world.

No voice. No tear. No choice. Just fear.

Willy C -  Nov 2017