Sunday, 6 November 2016

A House Of Cards

A House Of Cards


A house of cards
Is neat and small:
Shake the table,
It must fall.
Find the Court cards
One by one;
Raise it, roof it, -
Now it's done: -
Shake the table!
That's the fun.
Christina Georgina Rossetti :

The Echoing Green

The Echoing Green



The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound. 
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.
 
Old John, with white hair 
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk, 
They laugh at our play, 
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys. 
When we all girls & boys, 
In our youth-time were seen, 
On the Echoing Green.’
 
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end: 
Round the laps of their mothers, 
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green. 

William Blake

In Jumping and Tumbling

In Jumping and Tumbling :
    


In Jumping and Tumbling

We spend the whole day,

Till night by arriving

Has finished our play.



What then? One and all,

There's no more to be said,

As we tumbled all day,

So we tumble to bed.



Anon



Nurse's Song William Blake

William Blake (1757–1827)
 
 
WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green,
  And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
  And everything else is still.
 
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,        5
  And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
  Till the morning appears in the skies.’
 
‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
  And we cannot go to sleep;        10
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
  And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.’
 
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
  And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh’d        15
  And all the hills echoèd

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

There are 65 million refugees in the World.



Imagine that the entire population of Great Britain and Northern Ireland had to leave the UK immediately without any warning and find a new home.

Just consider that you had to leave your beautiful home
and leave most of your possessions behind
and that you have had to walk for miles and miles
and then survive within a campsite without clean water
or proper toilets
and food is scarce
and that your life expectancy is severely reduced

It is not a safe place.
It is a hell on earth. 

The world instead of taking you in,
in an understanding way
just treats you like vermin
that deserves its lot
and tries to build walls
to stop you entering their countries
and if you do manage to enter a country
you are treated as a threat. 

Forget that you were once a judge
or a priest, or a doctor,
or a minister,
or a teacher,
or any other person worthy of respect,
that means nothing.

I think we can do better than this.
I think we can do far better.
We can do better.

Friday, 9 September 2016

my Identity

Today I am myself but yesterday someone  pretended to be me, which made me sad.
I am myself but yesterday someone  pretended to be me, which made me sad.
I am myself but yesterday someone  pretended to be me, which made me wonder why?
Yesterday someone  pretended to be me, which made me wonder why?
Yesterday someone  pretended to be me, why?

I have tried to escape that person but I was not believed.
Why was I not believed?
I have tried to make the situation stop but only when the Police became involved did it stop.
This person invaded far too many yesterdays.
But today I am free
Today I am free of the con
Today I am free of the pretending person.
But the ghost does not exist.
The thieving doppelganger has evaporated



Wednesday, 7 September 2016

My identity has been stolen

My identity has been stolen
One day in October 2011 someone stole my identity
They bought something worth £300
They ran away without paying
The Debt Collectors wrote to me in 2012
I thought I had proven then that, that Graham was not me.
A new Debt Collector wrote to me in 2016
I have proven conclusively that I am not that Graham
The Police are involved
The New Debt Collectors thanked me for my help.
I am relieved for Now.
But my identity is still stolen.
This fake Graham is wandering in the shadows
I am wondering if they will step into the light.
I am wondering if this fake Graham will get caught.
But they wont


Blast