The many singing lochs of Penge

Praise for I live in Penge close to the true Lake District as referenced in this article from the Independent from 2013. Neither of Norwood’s lakes is the singing loch of which I speak. My singing loch cannot compete with the ancient mythical status of Michael Graeme’s. I think he will agree with me thatContinue reading “The many singing lochs of Penge”

“And one clear call for me”

“And one clear call for me!”   How I yearn for this call. A call to arms A call to action A call to war.   What is wrong with me that I can only imagine a call to fight.   A call to create? Too much has been created. Too much has been made.Continue reading ““And one clear call for me””

Short poem about death

From Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sunset and evening star,      And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar,      When I put out to sea,    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,      Too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out the boundless deep      Turns again home.    Twilight and evening bell,      And after thatContinue reading “Short poem about death”

Political anonymity and the end of the world

Dear friends,I nail my colours to the mast.I am a tory, but I didn’t vote for them.Is this of interest.No.Not if you don’t know who I am, or have no interest in me.If I am political, I must be public.If I am intelligent but not political I should shut up. (no, really).It is no goodContinue reading “Political anonymity and the end of the world”

The mouse who lives under my woodpile

Published after the Tory party were re elected with a shift to the right wing.   The mouse who lives under my wood pile Has an excellent healthy diet. He lives on Strawberries, Redcurrants and Mulberries. He finds all of these vitals, within easy reach of his cosy warm burrow.       If IContinue reading “The mouse who lives under my woodpile”

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