Action

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

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ACTION

As in very many cases seek for moderation.

Action's fine but never when it leads to perturbation.

Inaction's merely laziness, and not to be admired,

So what to do when a worthy cause gets ones spirits fired?

Sitting in an armchair and bemoaning this and that,

Being utterly inactive except for winge and chat,

Does nothing to improve life or help a worthy cause.

Things will always stay the same.....even unjust laws.

But go out and join a rabble, spill blood along the way,

And no-one takes much notice of the things one has to say.

The message is forgotten in the screaming and the din,

And, when there's too much action, no-one's going to win.

It's hard to tread the tightrope between mobs and lazy sloth;

But we have to find a middle course; we've certainly tried both.

Only civilising discourse can improve a situation.

Action's fine but only when it's tinged with moderation.

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LEGS' LABOURS LOST!

Long lissom legs;

Luscious lips, half parted.

Corrugated hair, blonde, bottle blonde.

The Beauty Spot.

The Widow's Peak.

The Kiss Curl.

The Cupid's Bow.

Gone.

All gone.

Eyes wide! But not with innocence.

Fixed smiles,

With nerves chattering at the corners of the mouths.

Bountiful thighs, no longer fashionable.

Eager faces.

Oh so eager....

For Fame.

'Please let him notice me!'

'I kick higher than she does!'

'Is my lipstick smudged?'

'This is my last chance.'

We see them, time and time again, in the background of old movies.

Fred and Ginger take centre-stage.

And, behind them the girls line-up.

This could be IT!

Kick! Kick! Kick!

Higher! Higher! Higher!

Arms around another's waist,

But not out of affection.

More like hatred.

'Surely Busby Berkely looked my way!'

The Tin Pan Alley music is full of hope.

And so are they.

But we know something they don't know:

That they will never make it.

Time will defeat them.

They will join us at the kitchen sink.

And a new crop of dewy-eyed babes will come along.

These are not great tragedies, as tragedies go.

At least, one day, they will be able to say to their grandchildren

'I was in a film once'

That will be their only reward.

Maybe now they're high-kicking on a cloud!

Maybe now they're looking down at us thinking

'I bet you never danced with Fred Astair.'

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Dare to be Different

                     Kandinsky

MAGPIE TALES

http://magpietales.blogspot.com

supplied the illustration

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT

Try to see the world anew;

Not the way that others do.

Artists with a new perception

Send the world in a new direction.

 Kandinsky was right out on a limb

And nobody thought much of him,

When he painted the above;

They said 'What are you thinking of?'

(Forgive my ignorance, it could be

That this was painting thirty-three!)

Though this work is so surreal

I can see some apple peel;

You may see a fair-ground scene

Or a dance on the village green.

All he saw was a 'Red Spot'!

Like the painting or like it not,

His work, at the time, was a surprise;

He had looked through different eyes.

Don't let society dictate

What is acceptable and great.

Dare to be different! You may find

The world is following-on behind.

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TATTERED TEDDY

I wish I were a tattered bear

With not a single stitch to wear,

With paws all worn and velvet scuffed

And fur a single mangey tuft.

I wish my eyes were not quite there

Giving a sort of anguished stare.

I wish my nose hung by a thread,

Not central, but side-on instead.

I wish my mouth had come askew,

As mouths of old bears often do.

I wish my ears had lost their lift,

Doing a sad and downward shift.

I wish I were lying by myself

On someone's high neglected shelf!

Why do I wish for this sad fate?

Because, I know if I only wait.....

That Someone will rescue me one day

In a delightful sort of way.

She'll make me paw-pads out of suede!

No finer paws, I think, are made.

With finest wool and thread she'll sew

A mouth like a perfect Cupid's Bow.

And then she'll add a nose as well,

So real it almost seems to smell!

And now the best part, button eyes,

Widening with new-found surprise!

She'll add a jacket, brilliant red,

And a little hat for my furry head.

Two holes where both my ears will go

So that they'll know which way to grow.

Then a gift tag round my neck will say

'A brand new bear for Christmas Day!'

But. alas, I'm human, not a bear

And my increasing wear and tear

Can't be put right with a handy thread,

A loving needle and coat of red.

I'll have to strive and play my part

To preserve the youth of my inmost heart,

So that, though age I cannot hide,

I'll still declare with joyful pride

'The outside's not too debonaire

But INSIDE I'm a brand new Bear!'

Smellow!

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY

http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com

SMELLOW!

Surely there was some mistake!

When they advertised The Yellow Lake,

He pictured one bedecked with flowers,

Maybe sweet mimosa bowers.

He imagined exotic hills

Decked with something like daffodils!

He pictured yellow birds on high

Under the bright blue African sky.

He imagined sweetness, silly fellow,

When the 'ad' said 'Come to Yellow'.

But his trip to Ethiopia 

Was designed by someone with myopia!

Sulphur is causing this bright hue,

And you know what sulphur fumes can do!

Rotten eggs smell of the stuff!

There! I think I've said enough!

When you get your travel-brochure

Make sure that everything is kosher .

His travel agent will get the sack.

AND he'll ask for his money back!

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Gerald Gee

GEE WHIZ!

Every colour on earth is there,

Suspended in the middle air!

And every sound on earth is there

Caught in a second rich and rare!

Can't you hear them, Can't you see?

How rich a monochrome can be!

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Tantrum

THEME THURSDAY

http://www.theme-thursday.com

suggests the topic 'storm'

TANTRUM

Suddenly a storm arrives

To cause disruption in our lives

Oh the yelling, stamping, screaming!

Rain in the form of tears comes teeming.

Madam likes to kick and shout.

But, in a moment, the sun comes out!

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COMPATIBILITY CHECK

ARIES with LIBRA

Aries lacks sophistication, something Libra likes.

I can't see you on a tandem; you should stick to separate bikes!

Your bodies may seem in harmony, but your minds are poles apart,

Though you kid yourselves you’re soul-mates, right at the very start.

When it's just a matter of having fun, you make a perfect pair,

But the good times soon evaporate, off into thin air!

Both of you like socialising, but both need something more;

When it comes to conversation, Aries proves to be a bore.

Libra is a Peace sign and Aries loves a fight;

Conflict makes one uneasy, while the other feels just right.

Libra's indecisive, which drives poor Aries mad,

While Libra finds Aries boorish , which is really rather sad.

Though you're shooting stars in the bedroom, this fact can quickly pall;

When people can't be friends, you see, sex means nothing at all.

Aries acts romantic, but only to one end,

While Libra fantasises about a truly sensitive friend.

Better enjoy a brief affair and get out while you can!

Another case of  'Don't call the Banns!

You’re better with a Ban!

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History Repeats Itself

The Wordle

THE SUNDAY WHIRL
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
asks us to use the twelve words in the Wordle


HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

It all began in anguish; 

Our green earth born in flame;

With volcanic shocks

From melting rocks

This peaceful planet came.

And then our earth was frozen;

The permeable soil turned to ice.

All was white

And hard and bright

Not just once, but twice.

And now our earth seems settled, 

Serenity seems the norm,

We wash our feet

In fields fresh and sweet

Apart from the occasional storm.

But, sometimes, something startles

Us out of our seeming calm.

Intimations of slaughter

By fire, ice or water

Still fill us with alarm.

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THE WONDROUS WAYS

I've never been to Lincolnshire

And the time to go is past.

But the lovely lanes of Lincolnshire

Have caught me and held fast.

The dreamy curves all overhung

With shades of vivid green.

The gate-posts and the fences

And the tufted grass between.

The wondrous ways of England

That I didn't know I'd missed.

And the lovely lanes of Lincolnshire

Leading on into the mist.

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The land I've chosen spreads so wide

It's greens are muted, soft.

The gums shine silver overhead

And hold their leaves aloft.

The brilliant blue of summer skies

Arcs daily overhead

And the heart of this great country

Is like blood, a brilliant red.

But a lingering love of England

Is still with me, so it seems

And the lovely lanes of Lincolnshire

Lead on into my dreams.

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The cottages, the village greens,

The cricketers in white

The 'chintzy chintzy cheeriness'

The misty moisty light.

They tell me life has undergone

Some sorry alterations

They tell me mine's the biased view

Of older generations.

They tell me nothing's permanent

And dreams aren't made to last.

But the lovely lanes of Lincolnshire

Lead back into my past.

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Indignity

MAD KANE

http://www.madkane.com

incited me to write this vulgar limerick

She supplied the first line.

INDIGNITY

A woman was trying to lead

A dog of a very smart breed

When the dog got the urge

And rushed up the verge

Cocked its leg up a tree and then pee-ed. 

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WAZZAT?

It slid quietly down the stairs

And settled itself on the carpet.

It was multicoloured,

Flat, throbbing with life,

And infinitely strange.

The boy looked at it fearfully.

"Wozzat?'

'Don't be afraid!' I chortled.

'It's only sunlight!'

But the boy knew better than I did.

He knew that he was face to face with magic.

He knew he was right to be afraid.

I saw in him a man of ancient times

Trying to make sense of it all.

Positioning rocks to capture the sun

On Midsummer's Day.

The echo of my voice

Sounded banal.

'It's only sunlight!'

The echo of his two-year-old voice

Sounded aware,

Worshipful.

'Wozzat?'

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My Motto

POETIC BLOOMINGS

http://poeticbloomings.com

asks for an original motto

MY MOTTO

Try it! Pretend

Everyone is your friend!

It may not be true but you'll find

That this odd little ruse

Will give rise to good news.

It helps to try tricking your mind.

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I suppose the actual motto is
'Pretend everyone is your friend'.

But please don't let this be true!

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FAMOUS (?) LAST WORDS


I'd love to astound everyone by saying my last words in rhyme!

Dear one and all,
Don't stand and bawl
Because I'm on my way.
Dear treasured friend,
Life has to end;
Night always follows day.
Remember Mum,
In days to come,
As one who did her best.
I'm nackered now!
I'll take a bow.
I deserve a damn good rest!
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