We are free to dream ; We are free to think,
Some of these prompts would turn you to drink,
To wish away the here and now,
Is life about making that big bow?
To hide your gifts under a bushel,
To refuse your teacher the tasty apple,
Perhaps we need just to see,
It’s more than enough just to be.
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I know Prince used to worry about Chem Trails and also sang about “Purple Rain”. Weather is miraculous and tempestuous.
It’s when the clouds are are grey,purple and pink against a fine blue sky and the sun is warm but not overpowering that I like it best.
The weather could change any minute or it might just stay still all afternoon. There’s a possibility of light drizzle, one of the clouds might just get darker and darker and turn black and drop a heavy downpour, and the prepared people who brought an umbrella will put it up over their heads and look smuggly at the sky , while the rest of us will run for cover.
All weather is amazing
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No one really sets out to be a teacher. It is difficult to know what to teach, to know right from wrong and to be able to explain the grey areas of inbetweeness of correct or not correct.
So we really only have the World, our World and Everyone Else’s to show us the best or better way. Perhaps it is not always the one who stands at the front who know best.
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I’m not fond of wishing my life away,
As there is so much to do each day,
We can hope and if you are religious pray,
That we manage not to go astray,
Wether it is eating too much fudge,
Or perhaps being too harsh a judge,
A wish in a fairy story is fine,
We all smile when the Prince and Princess’s hearts entwine,
Reality is what we have,
And it’s too late to have that bubble bath,
And at this juncture it seems insane,
That with with grizzly missiles we must take aim,
Surely now is the time to stop,
And save all that blood every drop,
We want Peace and No More War,
The Warmongers need to be shown the door.
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The answer would have to be ,
The same as last year exactly,
A little bee ,
Would be the one for me,
In black and yellow looking furry,
Dive bombing a flower in a hurry,
It’s location a secret just for me,
And Ron the tattooist at Inky Knee
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What is in a word, at title or a name,
Isn’t it just another way to make you go insane?
Stunning Miss Magarita,
I will have to meet her,
Manly Lord Mc Pherson,
He’s just my sort of person,
These sort of monikers,
Are labelling that’s gone bonkers ,
So don’t worry how they describe you,
Or if they use one word or two.
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I was working in Birmingham for a then major car company, after three years I had bought my first flat which is within walking distance of the factory. With no car I became quite isolated from a group of friends who from being part of their lives , I had drifted apart from.
I’d been seeing a young man who knew unbeknown to me had known the group, but also unbeknown to me they hadn’t liked him. He had broken up with me to hitch up to a very wealthy young lady with a rich daddy, who was going to set him up in business. I didn’t know that part and to be honest I had decided I really was finished with him.
I can’t even remember how we broke up, but my little group of friends had frankly been unimpressed as I think he had been two timing me.
One of them , a nice young man, turned up at my doorstep, they were all worried about me and we had a chat over coffee. The crux of it was they all liked me and thought his new girlfriend was a disaster and that I was better off without them. I had to agree with him, but my overriding memory is that it was a compliment to me that my friends had thought about me and cared enough to go out of their way to see me.
I remember my mum was visiting me at the time so I really don’t know what she thought, but the visit stuck with me and made me realise that compliments come from areas that we hadn’t expected and are very important to our well-being .
It was a long time ago , so to still remember it to this day shows it was a beneficial and of real value.
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It would have to be car for me,
Airplane , train or bus it wouldn’t be,
Airplanes they don’t cross they fly over,
Sometimes prompt you are such a” dozo! “
Buses I love though they’re a bit big,
And suppose I have driver like the Stig?
90 miles an hour down a Country Lane,
Wearing a helmet would be such a pain,
So what type of bike would it be?
Pedal power or motor to look at the scenery,
I’d plump for my little red car it’s powered by petrol which is quite rare ,
It’s not the kind that makes people stare,
Hopefully there will be fuel in the pumps,
If there isn’t we know the fault is Trump’s
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His name was Arthur Daley,
He was one of a kind,
He’d sell a clapped out Healey,
And laugh when you changed your mind,
The leaking oil, the rusty roof,
You thought you had a guarantee
He’d laugh at you and say “forsooth”,
It was fine when it left me.
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You can always find a different way to look,
Problems are many and there are no answers in a book,
You cannot guarantee an outcome or scenario,
The secret is to see life as a flow,
It comes and goes and things happen,
Sometimes you can even see a pattern
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