Delphi

I am not in Delphi

This is no revelation

And I am no oracle

Yet even I know

Though the same sun rises

And birds will continue to sing

They will be all the fewer

We are all touched now

By the madness of history

Everything has changed

Nothing can be the same again

Prophesy is served

By the recklessness of man

Vampires Exist

If I said, I had an idea for a story and the synopsis was:-

People keep female horses on farms in terrible conditions, get them pregnant and then drain blood from their jugular veins to use in farming and pharmaceuticals. Of course, the more blood taken the more profit made so if more is taken than the horses can spare, well it is an economic risk.

You'd think it was fantasy or some form of new sci-fi film, well sorry, it is fact. Perhaps it cannot be stopped because the balance of gain for humanity is too great. But it can be at least regulated and managed better.

End the Frankenstein horse vampires. Please sign the petition by Avaaz. (Follow the link below)

Sign the petition - End the Horse vampires

What a difference a day makes

Sparkling day with lots of sunshine after all the recent fog 

A touching remembrance left by someone on a bench dedicated to a loved one. I would be happy to know that I was remembered. Even if, it was just one person who remembered me and thought enough to do this.

Fog's back

Wow all we needed was Tippi Hedren and we could have re-shot 'The Birds' as it was atmospheric enough with all the fog.

Lesson 1

Now to retreat and secure all the borders

But who will treat the internal disorders

People are blameless for being scared

For believing a patriotic self-serving word

Carnage, greatness, religious morals abound

But in these politics, God's word is not found

The finite resources of money and care

These are what the elites refuse to share

And to where now, will new days lead

When we have planted such bitter seed

The new days to repent have now begun

It's far too late for change, for it is done

Soon the strategy will become all too clear

For it was never about fairness my dear

When dark times lament the passing of grace

Seek shelter and solace in your special place

Take heart that the light will surely return

But regret the lesson was so hard to learn

Perspective

Took this picture and then saw that either way up works. The one at the top is the correct orientation.

Breath

Silence and longing

Then instance breathes out

So comes the pause

When time freezes

In cloaked foreboding

And what comes next

Peace and reflection

Hope and forgiveness

Or simple certitude

The world close about us

But ever we let it

And if we are content

In peaceful anonymous calm

Deep in the winter mist

Where none may see us

We are become free

Walks 2017

Some pictures from walks over the last week...it has been a week of snow, fog and frost. Nice flare off the sun though.

Swell

For the cold, cold water

That swells upon a winter lake

It does not settle to calm

There is no warm, watery balm

To ease thoughts of immortality

These futile, vanishing dreams

That slip away into the cold

Delivering ever decaying kisses
Into winters, still brutal clasp

Colour

There is no hope in optimism

Strategy forsakes the aged

And these memories I have

They are drawn out in pain

Uprooted by unwelcome tempest

So is our grief all we have left?

When days become grey in loss

Painted to dark shades by sorrow

And our grins turn to frowns

Like curves of forsaken gems

Enfilmed by a patina of sorrow

But then anguish releases errant smile

For recollections come bittersweet

So I shall count new days like teeth

That all too soon nature loosens

And if what is gone is lost forever

Then memory stays vital and blessed

And while something of us still remains

You will never be forgotten

And in time you will return in colour

Jane Stacey (1965-2017)

Jane Stacey (1965-2017)

Clouds are come upon the bright days

A deep sky hangs all the greyer for loss

And time sweeps away our last courage

For now our grief is made all the darker

When such an unexpected shadow falls

Tis the hammer blow of utter sadness

Where the woods and fields yield

Empty landscapes of hopelessness

For we cannot be made whole again

Now time has set you to slumber early

All we may do now, is find a little peace

Remembering your eloquence and laughter

And within darkness see your illumination

Shorten this maze of grief by remembrance

Without sorrow will we talk of joyful times

In whispers of friendship deep in the night

And we will never forget you sweet lady

52 is too small a number to count with you

Tide

We swim, it seems, in a great river of half-truths. It never slows or ceases to churn and we are made so wet by its overwhelming spray we become soaked to distraction in the message. We cannot successfully navigate such powerful currents; but we continue to try; to seek out in vain, the wide, shallow waters where calm resides. I have decided I shall no longer fight the current. I will now float to the shore and sit upon the riverbank. There free of the tides I shall hope to see the world anew. For it seems to me, our lives are mostly spent trying to reach the moon; until we at last realise, all we needed to do was sit and look up at the stars to be content.

Stars

Trying to reach the moon

We rise above possibility

But always fall back to earth

It is the remit of humans

To ignore all the stars

When the sun is shining

We are born so perfect

Till we are unravelled

Into shreds of inevitability

Blow

The wind may blow or still

But it will not fill our sails

Allow us travel over the ocean

The ships have long departed

And all that remains to see

Is the golden trail of longing

Broaching the slowing waters

Honour

Understanding our New Year Honours is not very hard

If you have made no fortune, then you will get no reward

No one is rewarded very highly by deserving or chance

Nothing is actually done for real egalitarian circumstance

The athletes and celebrities kneel willingly at the throne

They've joined the club of elites; they are no longer alone

And I confess that I will be thought as a little retarded

Failing to value why the lucky are more richly rewarded

To our shame we've made this world where money is king

And all you need to do is have enough of that green thing

How you get fame and wealth is of no great importance

So long as you have helped the UK trade or cultural balance

All I will remember is that in the end there is little honour

For a pouting ex-pat with yet more reward thrust upon her

Ants

And I shall make you a lord

Though fate has already made you a king

And the ants will mill in confusion

But briefly; till always, they settle

For the world is not very fair at all

And we understand too well

Silence is bought in full bellies and warmth

And the elites will do as they please

It is their world after all

Deeds

The world delivers another year

But I will no longer wish for peace

Vie with dawn for the better days

That would have us wish upon delusion

To maintain this status quo of importance

Till at last we are become effete spectres

Incorporeal carriers of hopes unrewarded

The fantastic beasts caged within servitude

The time for such dreams is over now

The war for lasting peace has been lost

We are the refugees of a revolution

Rainbow warriors under the falling skies

Ambassadors of goodly circumstance

And now forget the world is wide and full

Stay close to home, to where the heart is

And within every day do one good deed

Till the blood of acceptance pumps everywhere