Rollercoaster
Tis a strangely mad
route to take
When a decision has
been made
To effect and affect
the world
And how
And now
And when
As the little car
clings to these rickety tracks
Following ratchet
demand
Defying potential and
becoming kinetic
And foreign
Alien
Like most decisions
before.
Long Tailed Tits......
This one decided to just get stuck in, right in the caged feeder.....
Second Coming.
Every night remains the
same,
The day before, the
waiting game,
The eye for the chance,
The monument's dance.
Here in your cavern,
insane,
Nobody's ever heard
your name,
Called over the
cliff-top,
Scream please stop,
don't stop.
All the tales that went
before,
The bi-millennial
metaphor,
My saviour's gone
insane,
Sitting in on the
waiting game.
The Lord of the Dance,
The eye for the chance,
What can you see there
?
Just the cavern's wall
bare.
Anglicans and Papists,
Theological rapists,
Assaulting the mind,
With you left behind.
Come out from your
cave,
In the land of the
brave,
Hold up your hands,
Encompass these lands.
Jesu, I implore thee,
Rise up from the sea,
Walk up from the sands,
To encompass these
lands.
The Oracle.
The oracle spoke
Through the early mist
Feminine and clear, the
voice
Someone you might have
kissed
A voice in tongues,
words no need
But You hear
I hear you clearly
But deafened by fear.
Very nearly the view from my bedroom window. Hill House, and Cartworth Moor.
The North facing side of this part of our valley, bathed in yesterday's evening sun....
Gwyn accepting that her Dad is busy trying to capture the evening light, rather than working.
Hardly any rabbits there, and we lost our old team-mate, so working the brambles isn't really a goer right now anyway......
The Virgin's Song.
If she'd just look this
way,
Ah, she's seen him.
Well, let the moments
play,
Even sharks learn to
swim.
Learn to dream, but
awake,
Alert to the chance
maker.
But when I saw you,
him, the snake,
The two-faced fork
tongued faker.
But the meat of the
Bird of God,
Is poison unto the
serpents.
See, his head starts to
nod,
Under Satan's breath
relents.
Retreat still smiling,
Is she coming our way ?
In your head she (your
numbers dialling.)
Let bravura come to
play.
Fortune will smile on
the righteous,
But these days are
long,
No fun for the
virtuous,
As they sing the
virgin's song.
Wait now, pretend not
to see,
Ah, the introductions,
("Please fall in
love with me."
There are no
compunctions.
But the reserved
Is reserved for fate,
Your loss conserved,
And lands upon your
plate.
Not necessarily aesthetically up there, but, when you see a horse on a roof, when you've your camera in hand, what would you do....!?
The Old Boy
A couple of kids, from the
school,
Used to come round and play with
him
The old boy looked at the
terrier.
Then there were two more then
four, then ten,
All playing, and piling on
him....
I wondered.
But he never turned, never
grabbed, never bit.
He threw the yellow plastic
ring.
A flash of inspiration, of sharp
clean, white teeth,
Finished the game, and the
sentence.
With wise ironic precision and
That knowing look.
Nice to see a few sheep up on the moor again, though not a fraction of what there used to be. Maybe they're escapees...... Times are a-changing, just wish they'd change for the better, for once.
This old road is just about a mile straight.....
The Viewpoint.
The sombre reality
Surely a matter of
perception,
'The Percept'.
Sobriety, a naked
concept.
Shield my shame with
numb mooring,
Bob in time with the
lapping tides.
And still gain some
acceptance
In a world adrift from
itself.
Self-delusion, and
image,
Prideless lion-cub.
Sober and incommunicado
With the dreamer.
The sombre reality is
Surely a matter of
deception,
'The Decept'.
An old favourite...
For the record, especially for the UK, as I'm sure there are others globally, check out The Butterfly site......
As a rule, a tripod is way better for a long-exposure, rather than a mono, but hey, these will do......
My mistake, this last was the 1/4000th sec one.....but hey, it's my Blog.
This is the bit where I don't do personal, but as there isn't anything personal to write, that's an easy ask. Am shut. Closed to things, while able to smile and operate and function.
It's September, and I didn't post the David Sylvian song.........not sure if that's a good sign, or not, but hey.
This is the bit where I don't do personal, but as there isn't anything personal to write, that's an easy ask. Am shut. Closed to things, while able to smile and operate and function.
It's September, and I didn't post the David Sylvian song.........not sure if that's a good sign, or not, but hey.
Presented without comment.......!
Long Tailed Tits, Nuthatches, A random Woodpecker, House-sparrows, Blue/Coal/Great Tits, Robins, Blackbirds...... and earlier this week my first visiting Goldfinches......
Just waiting until the local Sparrowhawks suss it out, as my neighbour's cat has......
Stay strong, and thank you for visiting. It actually ridiculously means quite a bit to me. x