Boxes To Go

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I’ll make a net of cardboard, determine all the sides

Measure edges, long or short, how high, how deep, how wide

I’ll fold along the seam lines and straighten them just so

Insert the die-cut tags in slots for boxes fit to go

 

I’ll work the booth at drivethru’ on a wage that’s minimum

And do the job that I’ve been told with directions to keep schtum

I’ll scan the lists of orders determined in the past

Pack them in and label them and do it all so fast

 

I’ll never look at menu, I’ll never get it wrong

I’ll wear their hat upon my head, work zero hours or long

I’ll never question motives, I’ll never notice flaws

I’ll fold myself in pre-made box and follow unjust laws

 

I’ll keep my glue gun handy to fix up little holes

Take no risks that contents leak or spill out captured souls

I’ll fit all folk in boxes and hope that I am right

And even when I’m wrong I’ll cope with boxes out of sight

 

I’ll make my little boxes, red, yellow, black and white

One for you and one for you and maybe I just might

Make new boxes as I go with nets of different moulds

I’ll never look within myself, I could not be so bold

 

I like my little boxes, spent years on making them

Religious ones and foreign ones, some bashed, some straight, some bent

I’m living in a carton with cardboard cutout brains

Could you repeat that order so I can get it wrong again

The Human Way

Do you know the good when you see good

And feel it, it scent it, sense it,

Recognised by actions, words

Someone well-intentioned.

Do you forgive when somehow form

Is broken, errors made

Or jump for joy at fortune’s chance

To jeer at mistakes done or said.

Do you know good and still know good

When erring treads their path

Recognise that we all fail, forgive

Or do you laugh,

Remark or feel that, justified,

You have cause for glee,

Dismiss that person callously,

It could be you or me.

Do you know good and know that good

Sometimes makes mistakes

But, in withal, throughout it all

Good still stands up straight

And nothing changes what we’ve done,

Or said or thought when wrong

But knowing that it’s understood

Helps us keep on going.

Do you do good, strive for good

Most times and most days,

Then, rest assured, when good is flawed

That’s the human way.

Do you know growth and know that goodness

While for good will yearn

Without mistakes and learning curves

We would never learn.

Validation

Validation

unrequired,

thank you just the same,

to run the race

to be the breeze

to feel the wind beneath the feet

through hair.

Validation

not requested

from anyone

to be

the being

born to be spirit

with the air.

Validation unrequired,

thank you just the same,

no permissions necessary

to be.

Carrying Perceptions And Other Stuff

The Daily Post invites see yourself through a different set of eyes.

I know I won’t be the only person who has ever been described in conflicting terms by different people depending on the circumstances of acquaintance. It amuses me that there can be such wide discrepancy in appraisal born of just those circumstances. I know I have done it of others.

When I read the Daily Post’s invitation it got me to thinking about some recent remarks and some older ones that people have made of me and how they have viewed me. There is a bit of my own appraisal in this too.

I would encourage anyone to think along the lines described in the link above. It raised a smile with me and challenged how to express their thoughts in my own words. Albeit only a few of the perceptions and appraisals freely given.

What does she carry in that bag

As hands describe the air or a fish,

Dangled earrings keeping time with her hair.

Is there someone inside the weight of that bag,

Rummaging through for everything anyone might need,

Though always at the bottom,

Necessitating constant search,

Blind hands feel, find best.

Why do her hands move when her lips are open

Yet slow with silence,

Uncommunicative, if hurt

Or laid back.

Only to rummage again,

Feeling, finding pens, paper.

Always pens, paper,

Words

And hands.

Earrings.

And that bag.

 

 

Truer Words

It’s ok, worry not,

I know youas others do,

Though little comfort for you

In this faith professed,

Kindness known and shown

By actions, words, so gentle, 

Counts my knowledge of you

As a friend well blest.

It’s alright,

Dismiss the errant prophet,

Harbinger of doom and gloom,

Unjust,

Self-righteousness in judgement,

Weak in loving,

Shames all faiths and none

As judging must.

Smile a while

At one who has ill feeling,

Be sad for them for truly sad they are,

For goodness’ sake,

A grievous wound they

Pass as godly loving,

Mistake intentions,

See and god forsake.

I pity them,

Their lonely isolation,

For who could friend

A fellow frozen thus

In testament of oddly old, distorted,

Bereft of mercy, passionate to curse,

Seeing only what they see within self,

Mirror’d words to darken and presume,

Trust instead in testimony of love and friendships,

Truer words and kindness lighting, faith resume.

May Music, Day 2 – Fairground Attraction

So Twindaddy wants to know which song I associate with my last ex-boyfriend.

Slight problem.

My last ex- boyfriend is my husband of nearly 27 years. How did that happen? Don’t ask me. I was enjoying the rollercoaster at the time.

Every time.

Every. Single. Time.

From that first meeting.

Every time you looked.

Came near.

Dared to speak.

Every time.

 

The possibility.

I clenched,

knuckles white,

rode the slow ride,

a semi-death,

anticipating climax

in descent.

 

Every single time.

A fairground attraction.

 

Deathly fear in

chamber of horrors

that today,

this moment,

would be

the last today.

 

Waltzers spinning…..

 

…..whirling mind…..

wondering,

Is this love?

 

Then we would ride

rollercoaster.

Up, Up, Up!

Neverending upness…..

…..till that peak.

 

A descent of

 

Was this love?

 

I wondered.

I queried.

I asked

of someone,

anyone.

Was this love?

 

I begged for answers

to an inevitable future.

No right or wrong  way

of reckoning.

 

I wondered.

I queried.

I dismissed.

We paused.

 

We dated again;

the question ever present.

Was this love?

Was this

Animal?

 

We talked.

Is this love?

 

I heard her then.

Asking my questions…..

…..in a pub…..

…..in Glasgow.

 

And I asked,

Is this love?

 

We looked.

Paused forever

over

possible ever

or never.

And married

six months later.

 

 

Power To All Our Friends…..

So I ‘do’ poetry and fantasy and sensuality. A little eroticism goes a long way for me too. I ‘do’ family and politics. And pretty much anything that comes up my humph if the truth be told. And I’m partial to the truth. Even though it hurts sometimes.

There’s something of a crisis occurring on this little planet of ours. And all the sex and romance in the world can’t nullify its presence.

Huge stuff.

Stuff that puts matters of shagging and candlelit dinners into the shadows. Stuff that affects us all. And our kids.

There’s a power battle going on. Yup. Let’s call it evil and good. Devil versus God. Call it what you will. Well, no. For the sake of argument and clarity let’s call it what it is.

It is the battle between selfishness and the well-being of humans as a species.

Have I got that quite right? Let me think. Certain individuals acting individually or corporately to further their own ends here ensuring a world of humanity destined to servitude and alienation from self-determination and continuity of a thinking and free species?

Would that be about right?

Now, I’m no expert on anything. Other than, possibly, the method and manner of primary education and child development. I studied that shit. Well, I passed papers on it. And I’ve practised it for around thirty years. So, something of an expert I’d hazard.

Also, I have to admit, family members (who shall remain nameless) have accused me of having more brains than common sense. I’ve had to own up to that a fair few times I have to admit. Embarrassing moments when, well, never mind when. ‘Nuff said.

So I get that I’m no guru. Nor wizard of any description. I’m not even up on some of the current news happenings because they depress the hell out of me.

But I do know a few things.

I recognise common sense when I see it. I do think. I’m not always right. Although don’t tell my weans and man that.

But there’s an awful lot of stuff coming together for me at the moment.

Oh, first let me warn some people that this could get political.

Sorry, scratch that. It is political. It’s also spiritual. It’s also practical. It has its roots in humanity and a god I believe and trust in. A god who gave us the free will to get on with it. The capacity to think. And a source of love that is endless and self-generating once harnessed.

Now, I know that Cole would maybe have issues with the god part but she’s so cool she’ll allow it. Each to their own as it were. She’s so cool ice freezes further in her presence before melting under her persuasive and reasoned arguments. And the heat of her passion for right. She epitomises for me an upbringing of stellar quality, so obviously surrounded by love and logic that reaches out to embrace humanity and clarify some misguided notions. She wants a better world. Speaks for a better educated populace that is capable of reasoning and value judgements that go beyond myths and legends. Even while she loves and knows the myths that created much of what we believe. How cool is that?

Now I separate here with her on the presence of omnipotent forces. But I also feel that my faith and hers are so similar in essence.

Like Beth, a woman of thought and feeling, I share their desire and hope for a better world to leave our children. For a better world that we can live in right here and now. Beth is so on the mark with common sense and intellect. So practical. And articulate. She’d sure as hell make a better job of this post than me.

Both Beth and Cole have written extensively on education and the demerits of its current state in each of their countries. I’ve written a bit about it myself.

Aspirationally, every culture once sought to educate their children to the point, at least, of literacy and numeracy. Teachers engaged in this as a priority. Some took rather strange routes to achieving this aim I grant you and not all of them laudable.

But, in literacy especially, and in exposure to thoughts written and recorded from the beginnings of time we learn about our world. In the humanities we reach and delve into the commonality of human experience and seek our place in becoming explorers of a brave new world.

Unless, of course, education is dumbed down. Unless, of course, it benefits some higher authority to produce semi-literate individuals whose driving force is survival and fear. Or articulate beings but whose motivations are other than communal growth and welfare. Where is the brave new world and the hope of all our futures? Where are the original thinkers of a new dawn as each generation must prove to be?

Where is the action?

Currently, governments the world over are being manipulated and, more likely, controlled by bodies that do not represent the people they were elected to represent.

Yeah, yeah, conspiracy, blah.

Well if I’m paranoid it’s only because I can tell when some big bastard is following me. I hear them breathing, I sense their presence, I see their footprints when I look behind me. I know when I’m about to be shafted. The signs are there. Let’s face it, it’s not really ‘about to be’. We are currently being screwed by entities that exist to serve self. These entities, however, are no demons wrought from mythology. Rather, they are the personification of the greed and selfishness inherent in us all if we choose not to control those instincts for a more valid and worthwhile national and global state of affairs.

Now I don’t know about you but when I succumb to pleasures of the flesh I say if, I say when, I say who, I say yes. Or no.  Even in the lawfully binding contract of marriage I have authority over my own person.

I want to view the family as the epitome of government.

OK not all families operate under the same rules. But the common factor usually, or ideally, is a desire to further the individual membership while retaining a sense of the whole and working together towards an advancement of individual talents and worth, while not destroying the fabric of the whole support system.

It doesn’t always work. More’s the pity.

But, in whatever form the family takes, where there is love and a desire to cultivate that love through education and acknowledgement of its intrinsic, unique and constituent parts there is hope. Hope that new and brave ideas germinate and take root. Hope that the world continues. That it recognises that humanity is but a blip on the planet and, without intervention on all our parts, the world may continue but we may not. Not in any sense worthy of recording in history.

Gawd, I’ve gone off on one.

This is so not what where this post was leading.

Let’s see if I can break the habits of a lifetime.

Power.

Literally and metaphorically.

Is it just me or has anyone else spotted the obvious?

On this gorgeous big planet of ours there is a renewable source of energy in every country. Every single one. Name one where the sun doesn’t shine. Or wind doesn’t blow. Or waters don’t flow. Even if we only have one out of three we have the capacity to generate power repeatedly.

We in Scotland would have to depend more on the water and wind option. But I’m good with that. Might as well get some benefit from the crap weather.

Tell me. Is there a place on earth where some renewable form of energy does not exist?

Might the ability and will to generate it be the answer to some of the conflicts that abound worldwide?

Yes there will always be greedy bastards who want to make more from whatever sources they can conjure up, manufacture trouble where peace could exist. Carve out of the earth cash and chaos where order and sustenance could prevail.

But that’s kind of where education comes in. If we know. If we care. If we have the will.

I knew I’d get there in the end.

Just always takes a bit of time with me.

And I know. Before anyone says it. It has been mentioned by family members (who shall still remain nameless) that I could personally supply the grid with enough air to supply the needs of Scotland for generations to come. But I’m kinda good with that too.

Now, Cliff Richards kind of says what I’m saying and you’ve got to have a laugh in the midst of all the serious stuff. So, If you can take his words seriously while doubling up at the costume and dance routine so much the better. Who knew, Steve, that the Eurovision Song Contest would feature in one of my posts? Not me, that’s for sure. But more power to it if, occasionally, we get classics like this!

Please take the time if you can to check out the links mentioned. You won’t be sorry. The world needs people of this calibre. I’m proud to follow their thoughts and journey.

 

 

 

 

Preconceptions

Ah’m no’ hard.

Ah’m no’ even that tough.

Bit ye see, Ah come fae Glesca,

So that seems tae be enough,

To send some people scurrying

Right off their mark,

Terrified I’ll chib them,

Attack them in the dark.

Bit ye see, it’s jist an accent,

‘Cos ah come fae this place

Jist lik you’ve got wan,

Mibbe nicer. Bit still an accent.

An’ a face.

Ah could dae Irish fur ye,

That sounds awright.

Ah’ve always liked that yin,

‘Cos it disnae gie ye a fright.

Or mibbe the Highlands cos

They sing a wee song,

Makes ye want tae dance

As if ye belang.

Or ‘ow about ze French?

I ‘ope eet’s not too bad

Been a leetle while seence I practeesed

So eet might sound a trifle mad.

But ah’m no’ fae they places

Ah’m fae Glesca, awright?

An’ ma voice is jist a voice

Wi’ an accent that’s no’ too polite.

A helluva wie tae judge people though,

Lookin’ at faces an’

Listenin’ as if ye could know

Whit they’re aboot,

Like ye know them so well,

Rubbish that is,

A terrible wie tae foretell

A person’s character, their

Values, their worth.

Makin’ judgements ‘cos folk are different.

Who dis that kinda stuff?

Ah’m no’ hard, ah’m tellin’ ye,

Jist a Glesca lassie that’s aw.

Inherited my accent

Fae ma da an’ ma maw.

Bit they always tellt me,

No matter yer station,

‘mind yer as good

As the rest ae the nation.

A message ah learnt

When ah wis jist wee

No’ tae judge others

‘cos ae where they’re fae.