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Yearning

Gulls Turning.
Me yearning
To be free
As the sea

She Stood Upon Her Head

“I don’t like rules” she said
As she stood upon her head.
“I agree with thee
‘Tis good to be free.
Now do take tea
With me”
I said with glee.
“But the manager is looking.
Soon the shop he will be shutting.
I hear him shout
“You two, get out”!
She replied with a pout

Poets

This poem deserves to be read. Kevin

People, Things, and Life

Someone–
who sees poetry in the death
of a leaf and its demise
as it tumbles down
onto the bitter, hard ground.
Someone–
who hears music in the wind’s
constant whisper,
in its silence,
and in its screams.
Someone–
who feels the rhythm in the beats
of monotony.
who senses the beauty, the pain,
the love, and the emotion
in the nature of life.
who knows everything
is worthy to be captivated, captured,
and treasured forever
is someone–...

Wishes

You may desire a thing
And whistle in the wind.
But wishes fail to fly
And oft times die
With a doleful sigh.
Such is the lot Of you and I.

Amazon’s first physical bookstore

An interesting post by a lady who has visited Amazon’s first and (thus far) only physical bookstore. It wouldn’t surprise me where Amazon to consider opening a shop in London always assuming, of course that their US bookstore is a success. Kevin

Dream by Day

A few weeks after opening, I finally visited the Amazon bookstore in the University Village shopping center of Seattle, Washington.

The first thing I thought (along with just about everyone else hearing the news)is that it’s ironic that...

The Robot In Your Bedroom

Several days ago The Guardian published an article (http://www.theguardian.com/technology/2015/dec/13/sex-love-and-robots-the-end-of-intimacy) regarding the rise of sexbots. There are companies specialising in the production of such things and David Levy believes that such machines can alleviate the lonleness of those who are not in relationships. The growth of sexbots has lead to the founding of an anti sexbot organisation which calls for the prohibition of such robots.
The Guardian article...

Literary Merit

Recently I purchased 2 books of poetry: “I Just Stepped Out” by the late Felix Dennis and “Essential Poems”, edited by Neil Astley. Both works have much to recommend them (Dennis is a wonderful poet and I am currently enjoying leafing through Astley’s anthology). I am, however irritated by the prominent endorsements by famous people carried by both works.
While I am pleased that the great and the good derived pleasure from the books in question this is, ultimately a matter of supreme indiffer...

Commonplace

The dress she bought
Was cheap and short.
The bus she caught.
The vehicle’s slow pace
Her burning face.
Barely coping.
For salvation hoping.
Groping
For a way out.
Inwardly she shouts.
People are about
Staring
She is almost beyond caring.
A suburban place
His flushed face.
A girl’s disgrace.
How very common place.

Secret Santa

Today I attended my work’s Christmas Dinner with my guide dog, Trigger. As part of the festivities those attending participated in a Secret Santa, where gifts are given and received, with the recipient being unaware of the giver’s identity. I opened three presents: a selection of miniature whiskies, a furry squeaky toy and a rawhide chew in the shape of a ring. What is puzzling me is this. The whiskies are obviously for Trigger but what on earth am I to do with a squeaky toy and a rawhide che...

I Remember, I Remember By Thomas Hood

A beautiful and poignant poem by the English poet, Thomas Hood. “thee tree is living yet” says it all.

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I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
...