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Crackpot Conspiracy Theories Have Consequences

On Wednesday evening, I received a telephone call from an acquaintence. Having asked how I was, she proceeded to relate how shed watched a video which explained that COVID-19 (the Corona Virus) is a hoax and is, in point of fact caused by radiation generated from mobile telephone masts.

I responded that the persons promulgating such theories are nutters and conspiracy theorists and that such ideas are highly dangerous as they mislead people into believing fraudulent claims and by so doing...

Jane and Claire

When a young lady named Jane
Said, your verse is far to mundane!.
And I wrote a poem about her
And my mistress whos called Claire,
I got warned by Janes lawyer Lorraine!

When A Loose Young Lady Named Bell

When a loose young lady named Bell
Said, many men have here fell.
And I said, on yonder path?,
She said, are you having a laugh?.
And then, dear reader, I fell!

An Elderly Gent Living in a Tent

An elderly gent living in a tent
Said, I have all my money spent
On good living and young women
And now my hair is thinning.
Sir, could you pay my rent?.

Half-Apart

I stand half-apart
My heart
Distanced, from the fray.

I love the night.
But, sometimes, I pray
For the light
Of day.
Do I play
At art?

My heart
Does say
Long
Before civilisation came
There was birdsong.
The birdsong
Will remain.

What Do Your Bookshelves Say About You?

Yesterday evening, Owen Jones (a Guardian columnist and supporter of the former leader of the British Labour Party, Jeremy Corbyn), posted the following tweet regarding books displayed on the shelves of Cabinet minister Michael Gove:

Why does Michael Gove and his wife own a copy of a book by David Irving, one of the most notorious Holocaust deniers on earth.

Whilst Jones is correct that Irving is a holocaust denier, ownership of a book in no way implies that the owner subscribes to the...

When A Young Lady Of A Philosophical Bent

When a young lady of a philosophical bent
Invited me into her leaky old tent,
And she said, men are full of lust,
And we are all but whirling dust.
I said, you should fix this leaking tent!.

Physicists Say

Physicists say
That all this
Will, one day,
Fade away.
Tis
A sobering thought,
So perhaps I ought
To stay
In bed today?

But the universe
Is still here
And, I fear
That verse
Does not pay.
Therefore I must
Put aside thoughts of whirling dust,
And go about my mundane day.

The Rain

In the latter part of this week, London was visited by some heavy downpours.

I have always been a lover of the rain. And the recent heavy showers reminded me of my poem Raining, which is reproduced below:

I awoke to the rain

Drumming on my window pane.

Opening my lattice, I let it in:

The purifying water that washes away sin.

The hypnotic sound

Of rain falling all around.

All my life, I have listened to the rain.

The same drumming

Of water coming

From the sky

Falling on you and I.

The rain...

When A Young Lady Named May

When a young lady named May
Said, tis a beautiful spring day.
Im feeling real sporty.
Let us be naughty,
The vicar knelt down to pray!