The Demon Editor

Who would you like to talk to soon?

Ah…what joy life brings and what laughter.

Perhaps we are all on this planet to smile at each other and laugh at each other’s jokes.

And then life happens,there is pain,illness, failure and problems to overcome.Nothing is like what we want it to be.

And then…you hear about the  Editor, who at the  touch of a suite of buttons can edit everything so it sounds and looks fabulous. So reality fades away and you think all your problems are solved and life is edited to be exactly what you want it to be and you decide I want to talk to them.

But it’s not that straightforward, the Editor is part Demon and you have to negotiate with them about the good edits and the  bad edits.Would you still want to meet up and talk.Yes I probably would.

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My Red Swimsuit

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

When I wear my red swimsuit it means it’s warm and I’m near the ocean.

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New Bird

Heard the distinctive peep of the Eurasian Oyster Catcher at Godrevy Point in Cornwall

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Edgar Allen Poe’s ” Diddling”

This work of Poe initially seemed to be quite naive,but as it went on and the strength of the language he used and the various scenarios of fraudulent behaviour which to the modern day computer savvy  might seem ridiculously simple and then it hit me.

Poe had generated in my mind the face of “Nigel Farage”. Perhaps we’re not so sophisticated after all.

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Lost Sounds

As some of you already know,

I like to listen to birds as I go,

A friendly chirp ,a flirty tweet

The noises they make are most sweet

It struck me though how we’ve lost some sound

As there were birds here that used to abound

The capercaillie you will never hear howl,

Thankfully,we still have the screech of an owl,

The Kentish Plover has now long gone,

In the late  nineteen seventies it sang it’s final

song,

The slender Billed Curlew did not survive,

Its habitat and lifestyle took a dive,

And in the decade that Tina sang minus  Ike

The Red Backed Shrike took it’s final hike.

Now as I breathe  and gently doze,

All I  hear are  cackling crows,

They’ve even learned to imitate my  car alarm

Oh my have we done nature some  harm,

The poor wryneck ,a sparrow sized woodpecker,

No longer stops to breed here though a

sometimes visitor

The conditions aren’t right to have their young,

So they  fly in and then move on ,

I started this poem when I saw a duck

They seem to thrive and  I wish them luck,

But we need such varied habitat to attract species

The  birds,once native, are  sensitive

creatures

It would strike my heart just like an arrow,

If we were to lose our humble sparrow.

And as I watch the magpie duck and dive,

A wily bird who uses humans to survive.

For is  that is our future  in this

competitive World,

An Arthur Daly type of bird.

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The Cornish Ideal or is it Idea?

Ah….some beautiful views and sunny weather ,hearty food made with good local ingredients and sandy beaches,long walks and all sorts of scenery and fauna to make your heart sing.A great holiday you would think?

Reality is it certainly is not perfect.

Nearly had my dogs paws lacerated by glass outside the Penzance Lido wall, couldn’t believe how close we were to having what would have been a disaster for us and our dog.It was clear glass too.

I screamed at my partner  to come to a  halt just in time.Someone had obviously swept the glass  into the side.

Dogs sniff and follow other dogs smells against  walls,so shame when the breakage happened ,someone didn’t make the effort to   clear it up and not just leave it.

Then the likelihood,it was someone on alcohol or drugs that had left it there. And there’s the rub, alcohol and drugs, they are wreaking havoc on our society and it’s the young and disenfranchised that turn to them, because their life just isn’t giving them what they need.Perhaps it never will?

Another incident, a young man,high on alcohol and marijuana launched himself across the road out of a beer garden and nearly poked my partner in the eye with the reefer he was holding in his hand.

“Sorry Man” as he turned around and proceeded shouting at his friends on an outside table,that he was going to the Watering Hole for the music and he would see them up there.

It was then his girlfriend appeared and bumped into me, but she was annoyed and just kept going to follow her errant boyfriend.

Finally, a campervan in the Car Park at Perranporth as we returned to our car was all set up , with two girls in it.

I was greeted by a big smiley face and a hello from one of the girls, she was pretty high and I smiled and said hello. I thought that’s not the normal grouchy look you get from people in a  car park who are upset because you got the last spot in the shade. Still it was very pleasant and she seemed nice.

I proviso my thought though with the fact that she was probably dealing drugs and she thought I was walking towards her to make a purchase,not just return to my car.She circled around for a while and then got back into the Campervan and sat totally out of it with the other girl, heaven knows who was driving.

And there’s the rub, here I am loving the fresh air, the sea,the sand and all the weather and scenery has to offer.Meanwhile these young people’s lives are being defined by bad choices and misguided values which lead them to think that to be “out of life” is far more exciting to be “in life”.

I hope the light one day will come through.

My dog

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Is it time to Blog or Not?

Well yes, probably, but then again all I’ve got to say is I’m at Peace

And it’s not because I’m not making an effort it’s because life feels like waves gently lapping against me and continuing on their journey wherever they go.

I am glad to see and feel them and grateful for the lessons that the tide and the sea have taught me.

Wave

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Birds Today

Hearing Common Chaffinch,Blackbird, Thrush, European Robin and Greater Spotted Woodpecker

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Croatian Cliffs

Yes here we are stuck in a field

No view to send on your Internet feed

With your fancy camper you will travel,

I hope your plans don’t unravel

But actually my field is very nice

To contemplate and challenge every vice

I look at the daisies and breathe the air

Funny about the view I really don’t care,

Enjoyment isn’t about who you show

Of that I’m sure you’ll never know

It’s not a view worth sending to your friend

And there dear sir I see the end,

My little dog you tried to wind up

He’s not the one I’d call a pup

He knows many things and likes a fuss,

And I’m so glad he belongs to us.

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Thankfully some people don’t have dogs.

I know there is a need for all animals to be looked after, but basically there are some people who just shouldn’t bother.

Firstly,if you think somehow they are going to be a trophy to show off ,don’t bother.Yes they can be good looking and powerful but they have so much more to them than that.They are complete beings and they have a gamut of emotions and must have  the opportunity to exercise them and themselves.In other words shoving them in a room with food and water is just not going to work.

Secondly, from birth ,they will be taught rules, the mother wants them to know how to behave within their little group.When they are weaned they can learn other behaviours which are important if they are to interact well with humans.It is worth spending the time with them.If you are not willing to do that, just don’t get a dog,or any other animal for that matter.

Thirdly, don’t encourage bad behaviour for your fun and amusement.It’s neither clever or attractive and very often edges on cruelty It will be the animal who will suffer in the end.So just don’t.

It’s a Dogs World

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