Sometimes I’ll go a-musing
Seeking Æther’s inspiration
On paths not of my choosing
To an unknown destination.
But ‘Pride’? Some lions, a hero,
Or an anagram of di’per?
And Prejudice? (Don’t jeer, O
Muse! You know I get quite hyper.)
So back to sleep, still musing
On my quest to find a vision;
Too proud to dream of losing!
And too old to get religion.
You may have heard about the ‘naugural we had yesterday, it was the second one for the 44th President, or was it?
There is this marker in a Missouri graveyard that suggests otherwise.
Occasionally I am given some promotional material from my friends in Hollywood. One such item arrived today. It was the script for the new James Bond movie that is currently in production. The film is called Supremacy. I was told not to show the screenplay to any one or I would not receive any future goodies. Rules are there to be broke so I have copied the opening sequence for Charioteers eyes only.
FADE IN:
1 Close-up of hay. Camera pans out to reveal Bond and a girl getting dressed. They are in a barn. Continue reading “Supremacy (a taster)”
Something for everyone this month?
The topic for your musing will be PRIDE.
All of us have been around long enough to have something of which we are proud, in my case it is mostly my longevity.
It can always go before a fall of course and those of you having a Presbyterian bent (and you know who you are) can make it as sinful as you wish, it will always end in tears.
Entries here or on a separate post and linked, by February 15 2013 midnight local time.
Extra points for R-P of course, good luck.
My challenge for the photo competition this time is to submit photographs of hands – resting or active, aged or very young, or anywhere in between, singly or in pairs, working collaboratively or alone, helping hands or not… do feel free to submit a series, if you wish.
The closing date is midnight (UK) on 15th February, to give you a chance to include romantic Valentine gestures in your submissions. (nothing smutty of course)
And I thought I’d see if anyone wants to take up the challenge of making this the theme for the short story competition too? Same deadline.
Love in a Cellular Age
Beep beep.
A shard of sound pierces my consciousness
My hand gropes wildly for the phone
Searching for the source of news
Deep sleep
I shake it off with the anxiousness
Of a championship finalist undone
By the looming fear that he may lose Continue reading “From a more romantic era!”
These wild horses are obviously intent on going west.
Any idea why?
Our team is boring
Deep into the earth
With much effort
We drill for all we’re worth
Blood, sweat, tears
The toil is incessant
A long line coming up
It’s a wonder we’re not on antidepressants Continue reading “I’d like to teach the world to drill”
A longed-for pint, another half;
A break from endless rain.
A finished job, a grandchild’s laugh;
A car that starts again.
The Beaujolais, the Stilton’s tang;
The orange evening sea.
The days when fruits abundant hang
From every plant and tree.
A place we know, a new one too;
A gentle hill to climb.
A welcome bed, a stunning view;
A shared remembered time.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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