Washing.

I'm doing a spot of washing so while it's in the machine I will regale you with my latest thoughts.

I woke up this morning, which is always a good start to the day I think, with the desire to find myself someone special to spend quality time with. This person does not necessarily have to be beautiful on the outside as long as they are interesting and interested, oh and female. Chaps are all very well but to have a person in ones life in a meaningful and supportive fashion my leanings would always be toward the feminine. No offence guys. For a roistering good time chaps are great but for a combination of a spot of roistering and gentle companionship the girls win every time in my book. I'm sure someone will say I'm being sexist one way or another but what can I say? I prefer women's company when it is available and will make do with blokes in the interim.

Now I'm not talking about sex here, although my leanings are to the heterosexual.You know, I reckon I'm going to quit while I'm behind and stop now.

Lovely day for a spot of washing isn't it? My second load is in and I think that will do for today. There is a mushroom stir-fry with ginger sauce waiting in the wings for dinner, plenty of books to be read and The Tale to be moved on so rather than alienate the whole populace I will get on and do something else until I have something more sensible to say.

Peace and Love ttfn. x

Writing

So I keep trying to produce some writing and constantly find myself falling at the first fence. I have some corking ideas which seem to fizzle out once I start to put them into a story or a tale. I've also written a few poems but I'm pretty sure they don't scan or rhyme or make any sense. Having said that, I'm not sure they need to. If I write what's in my head who cares about the rules?
The question is, I have about three, maybe four short stories on the stocks as we speak. Should I try to finish them or start something new? My inclination is to finish what I've started.But what then? How do I get them out to the discerning public? There is no publisher worth their salt who would take them on so it seems they need to be made public another way. I've tried putting my poems on here but no-one seems to read them, or if they do I'm getting no feedback.
Anyway, I'll finish a tale soon and post it on here somehow and hope that someone will read it and let me know if I'm wasting my time or not.
Until then, ttfn.
Peace and Love. x

Not much to say really...

... so I don't know why I'm bothering but it's good to talk so why not?
Anyway, what's going on in the world, is there any good news? Wars, pestilence and death seem to be the prevailing topics exercising the media just now.
Robin Williams sad demise has had the usual sensitive coverage the papers and TV news reserve for such events and suddenly everyone is an expert on depression.
I wish people would try to educate themselves more about such things before they start spouting off in public.
Depression is a disease not a lifestyle choice and no, people who suffer can't 'snap out of it' or 'just get on with it' they, we, really do suffer and sometimes, more often than not in fact we can't pin down why, as Stephen Fry says, it just is and it can't be explained.
So please, if you know someone who suffers just let them know you are there for them when they need you and don't try 'tough love' or a 'good talking to' because that doesn't work. Sensitivity and empathy are what is needed not what sometimes can amount to bullying.
People who suffer from depression need help to recover and don't need to be pushed or cajoled. Believe me I know, such approaches are counter-productive and are likely to make things worse.
If you want to help, be there.
And on that note, ttfn.
Peace and Love. x

Here's one.

Grass don't grow.

I used to have a head of hair

but now it's gone I don't know where

I checked my chest and 

I checked my feet

but all I know is

Grass don't grow on a busy street.

Another poem

 

This one's a bit more cheerful. J

 

The evening sun (7 August 2014)

You have to love the evening sun

Shining out on everyone.

The shadows deepen but I don't care

The evening sun she is still there.

She helps us all to have some fun

Our good old friend the evening sun.

Drinking wine or even beer

Under that lovely girl, the evening sun.

Some Poems

Here are some poems I wrote. They aren't Wordsworth, but I try.

Green Tea (29 May 14)

Green Tea is good for you

Refreshing and tasty

It beats coffee too

Although I might be hasty

 

Money (29 May 14)

Money.

Who needs it?

We all do.

Don't we?

 

Separation (6 Aug 14)

Separation is an awful thing

Which leaves us all bereft

Loneliness and longing come

In waves over the poor soul who

Has been left

Sadness comes in waves

Between attempts to laugh

Renew life and forget

The hurt

When does the pain of separation leave?

Unlike the one who has gone

Never.

 

I drink to forget (6 Aug 14)

I drink to forget

Forget what?

I don't recall.

 

 

As darkness falls (6 Aug 14)

As darkness falls

The walls

Close in.

As darkness falls

The light

Goes.

As darkness falls

The sadness

Comes.

As darkness falls

My hope

Leaves.

As darkness falls.

 

New Love (6 Aug 14)

It will never end

New Love.

Happiness is eternal

New Love.

We touch and can't

Be apart.

New Love

We call and text

Good Morning

And

Good Night.

Then we stop.

It's gone

New Love.