thenotsomightyom

This article made me laugh and cry inside a little too.

Who cares if you missed a train and found your ideal house outside London, where you can sit and enjoy a sea view with no mortgage.

Meanwhile I live in a small town where they are building houses that only the rich can afford and where the quality of life for those that do live here is being ruined because to put the infrastructure in to support all these houses is catastrophic. Upsetting locals and also local and holiday traffic. Digging up the roads to put already overloaded services in ( every three months at a major trunk road) for the new houses everyone says are needed. Will they be needed? Perhaps for buy to lets for Politicians who are creaming off the resources of this country as if there is no tomorrow?

signed Miss Very Angry.

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Sad to say I think humanity relies too much on their visual instincts. This reliance on what we see can dull other very important senses. The animal kingdom knows this well and must sometimes look at humanity and throw their various limbs in the air.

Still inevitably I am human and I want you (as in the whole world) to seem me in my best light. Thus my narcisstic nature will come to the fore. I will please your eye and my self-love will be like a stun gun of visionary pleasure.

My name is important. It is Narcisstica. My flower is Narcissus and you can smell me before you see me.

Namaste and thank you for reading, may your omnipotent being go with you.

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

Although my parents are now long past

They live in my mind and through a world so crass

Their quiet influence and honourable way

Are with me each and every day

They were not traditional and were nobody’s fool

And to them tradition was not a rule.

They lived their lives to do their best

And always passed the independent test

So no tradition did they pass on

For independent thought , I was born.

This poem is to thank them verily

And for the memories I smile merrily.

This day was not typical

I developed a headache whose case was typicalititus

It happened on an unpredictable cycle

The washing machine spewed out detritus

Typically the machine should not have done it

It should have done a rinse and stopped

Instead it exploded and blew out grit

The clothes were shreds and the emergency sensors popped

There was nothing more to be done

But clean up the mess and cry a little

And then I became a victim of typicalitus syndrome

The day was done and it was practically biblical

He couldn’t resist giving me this supposition

“30Kg is the maximum load”

“Typically you did not to read the instruction”

Deflated I continued to wipe the floor

“Really you should not need to be told.”

With that I screamed and ran out the door.

Namaste and thank you for reading , may your omnipotent being go with you.

I will never fit a strict design

The future will always be mine

To knit a world of magic dreams

To crease perfect my paper seams,

A woollen cuff so comfortable and warm

Protects from the potent storm.

Namaste and thank you for reading , may your omnipotent being go with you.