Folded and refolded,
For dying moments,
Folded and refolded,
For dying moments,
OK, now, I’m off to bed.
My clock says 3 and a bit.
I know, by now, that you must think
That, at this time, all I say is shit.
I’m tired, yup, that’s understood
But reason is not lost,
Verity is paramount.
But sometimes at a cost.
So let me here reiterate,
Hear me now and don’t berate
The words of one who seeks to speak
Except for when
Your arse is massive in that frock,
And, Jesus wept, you think you rock
Well, that’s not for me
To disillusion fantasy.
And though I do not seek to hurt
It does not here extend
To invites to my little clan
Oh, God, for fear offend.
You’re welcome for a cup of tea
A biscuit and a cake,
Of course, I bought them
Do you really think that
I have time to make
Claiming such accomplishments
A crock, a pile of rot.
So, what is good?
If name is on my list,
I cordially invite you here,
(May get pissed).
One thing’s for sure,
In case you doubt it,
I do not invite lightly,
I am just short of anti-social,
Well, maybe more than slightly.
These virtual parties are some fun
But person hugs are better
My loud and quiet self agree
That we all need a natter,
A smile to see, a hand to hold,
A hug, a pat on back.
Ether world, therefore,
Has something that it lacks.
Well, God almighty,
Why would anyone
Invite unto their table?
Well, here’s a difference.
Let me speak,
While I am still able
(Fuck’s sake it’s 4.05 GMT),
In my life
There’s only few, who me
Have so impressed
Consider them, if you wish,
To catch the eye of
One so cynical,
And at times, depressed.
OK, so, you’re thinking now,
This woman is a nutter,
She speaks and rattles on without
A pause or even stutter.
I know, I know,
It’s always so.
My quiet shouts to loud,
Get to bed,
Oh my God!
I slept on couch!
I’ve wakened now at seven,
The dog is barking,
And I am upright sleeping.
Oh well, bugger it,
I started so I’ll end,
Welcome to my little world
My blogospheric friend.
And just to prove that
God has hand in what I say and think,
Feckin internet has gone again,
I’ve exhausted to the brink
Its capabilities to transmit
But worry not,
This piece of shit
Of router will be soon replaced.
Monday sees a different face.
A promise from R. Branson’s team
To salvage or perhaps redeem
With shiny, new and dust free router,
Jeez, I hope it’s not my ‘puter
Playing up with such abandon,
So like me, in thoughts quite random
And sometimes not.
Feckin’ router and feckin’ Virgin media.
I’m fed up talking to them.
Ahh, I think I might go to bed.
At 8.30 in the morning!
Dizzy with sleep, he wakes at two.
Breakfast and some irn bru
To chase the sandman from his eyes.
Then on the couch, a little lie
To gather strength to start the day
That’s almost done and gone away.
A shake or two, he’s feeling better,
Opens mail, for him, a letter.
A job, you say, to start at nine?
Oh God, you moan, well, that’s not fine,
Awaking with the birds at dawn,
Not something you can depend upon.
A night-shift would be better, true.
Teenage biorhythms grew
To such extent that day is night
And night is when your mind takes flight.
So, what’s the choice? There isn’t one.
Welcome to my world, my son.
Up in the morning, work all day,
Then off to bed, take time to pray.
Set alarm and don’t be late,
Bosses don’t appreciate
Sleepy headed, idle teens
Who float through day in slumber’s dreams.
A little while and you’ll adjust.
It’s called growing up and so you must
Arise and work and earn your way.
Just think, some effort, then they pay
A pound, a few, it’s not a lot
But that’s the way life chose the plot,
Work and sleep and play some too,
Work some more, to plan and do.
Such a message to take in.
Don’t put that letter in the bin!
You start it, when? Oh, late next week.
Well, off to bed, a shock needs sleep.
When later you are full awake,
Your mind’s had time to assimilate
The hardest fact that life will give;
You have to work to earn to live.
I Give In
I really, really do.
According to GMT, it is 4.45a.m.
This, of course means that,
Because I am tired and need to go to sleep,
All suffering has ended for the evening.
And I am so happy.
Because now I can go to sleep in the knowledge that:
No child is hungry,
No child is afraid,
No child whispers dark thoughts to another.
No child wishes for playdates and release from suffering.
I’m so glad that we’ve sorted out the
And only now,
I can rest.
In the knowledge that
All children are happy.
All children are created equal.
My husband waits
Asleep in bed
His hand supports
His weary head.
His body cries its need of rest,
Still another need
Lies in his breast.
This need shall be aroused in me
When I slip beside him quietly.
I’ll take his head upon my breast
And though he has a need for rest
His ardour will become a flame
He will call his wife by my own name.
And when his passion is all spent
He’ll fall to sleep, be heaven-sent.
And this new rest
Will fell his head
Upon his pillow – soft yet firm.
And I will have had my need of him.
Eyes dimming and fading
Darkness creeping across corneas
Blurring edges and long sight,
Wanting and failing.
Pushing back blackness
Try to hold the light
Perception or procedure
Too tired to think.
Sleep awaits the doubts
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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