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Category: Creativity
Following on from some post or other (can’t remember which one)
I thought that this may be of some use.
Since more and more Seniors are texting and tweeting there appears to be a need for a STC (Senior Texting Code). If you qualify for Senior Discounts this is the code for you. Please pass this on to your children and grandchildren so they can understand your texts. Continue reading “Following on from some post or other (can’t remember which one)”
Keats…
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her: Continue reading “Keats…”
Bin ‘ot ‘ere
Our second week of 100 degree plus days and when the air conditioning on one’s car fails one is forced to get creative.
The window unit air conditioner was easily “foamed” into the right rear window, getting mains voltage requires the trunk mounted generator, a few sheet metal screws and she’s ready to go.
All-in-all a simple and elegant solution to an overheated commute.
My chequer tolled me sew
Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.
Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew. Continue reading “My chequer tolled me sew”
The haircut didn’t work.
So now he has 16 months to grow it back to a foppish length and perfect his poetry reading skills, which he can deliver to a captive audience. Plenty enough time to commit The Ballad Of Reading Gaol to memory.
Couldn’t get away with it these days!
Version 2 after yesterday’s failure – I’ve re-read the manual!
An old chum emailed me these old adverts recently – I thought as there may be a few…..ahem….older charioteers who may remember some of them…. 😀
Enjoy! Continue reading “Couldn’t get away with it these days!”
Unexpected or unusual reflections- 12th photo competition
The next photo competition is entitled: “a photo of an unexpected or unusual reflections.”
To illustrate my idea here is a tree in the glass of my car’s back window: you may have seen it before!
Continue reading “Unexpected or unusual reflections- 12th photo competition”
Hay ho
Something about being at Hay Festival compels me to sit and scribble. This is what I wrote yesterday.
So here I am back at Hay Festival again. A lively breeze is whipping the tops of the trees, the creaky aluminium-framed tents are protesting and the tall pastel ripple-edged flags are waving as though frantically trying to catch some attention. We are surrounded by green pastures. Continue reading “Hay ho”
To Althea, From Prison
When I was a child, one of my favourite books was Children of the New Forest by Frederick Marryat. I must confess that from the age of eight I was firmly on the side of the dashing Cavaliers and Charles 1; and in many respects, I still am to this day!
So, whilst I am preparing an account of why he came to such a sticky end, and extolling the virtues of Oliver Cromwell, you might enjoy this poem by one of the “Cavalier Poets”, Richard Lovelace, set to music by Fairport Convention.
To Althea, From Prison
Richard Lovelace 1642
When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates;
And my divine ALTHEA brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lye tangled in her haire,
And fetterd to her eye,
The birds, that wanton in the aire,
Know no such liberty.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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