Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you.

I am falling out of love for my town,
Things that have happened,
And things that I do,
Are making me feel down.

I see despair every way I look,
Finding it hard to summon feelings,
In the good that is there,
This is my town and my life it has took.

A creeper we had,
And from us they stole,
A dog we had,
Losing her has taken its toll.

Parents growing old,
And their suffering I see,
Their worry is mine,
Affecting deep in me.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.

New housing new people,
Roads clogged with cars,
Weeds in the gutters,
And litter on the streets.

Bins overflowing,
Emptied so so,
Ragged pets running loose,
And leaving their do.

In business I am,
But many their are,
All plying for the same custom,
A worry to survive.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.

Kids in and out,
Their rudeness,
Reluctance to help in and around,
Our home our house.

No money,
Few friends,
A dear loving wife,
Two kids and debt,
Consuming my life.

I need to shout,
Find a way to cope,
At the moment I see,
No sign or light or hope.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.

Friday, 1 May 2015

Sexist East Kent Mercury Report...lol

A Case of Deliberate Sexist Reporting...

Now I am not one for political moaning...absolute bloody lie...what me? Oh I admire Maggie the Iron Lady, not for what she did, but she was a leader and led well. Had the guillotine been at her disposal then she would have chopped off more heads then Henry VIII.

But we are still under the influence of Thatcherism long after her death and that is despite being in the pit of austerity. So what does the future bode...well more austerity, tinged with a return to some old Thatcherite policies if our dear friend Mr. Cameron gets in for a second term.

So what if Labour get in, is Ed up to leading us with is Skunk like hair and rat face eyes. And will he be in partnership with the Scottish lady, Ms Sturgeon, "Mary Queen of Scots reborn"... Yep she will be a tough one! And does the other Ed have the Balls to give us more and yet spend less.

Well, most will be having to make up their minds in the next seven days or less...endless leaflets dropped through your door, people with different coloured rosettes knocking on your door like bloody Jehovah's.

But I ask you, if you have a Labour poster in your window and some nerd asks "Are you voting Labour? Can we count on your support?"....der...of course!

Political programmes, adverts, broadcasts, who has done what and when and who was to blame for the mess...what the dog mess...ha ha! And then there are your local rags, profiling all the candidates, giving you some idea if you haven't made up your mind yet.

But, get this...my local rag has profiled the five main hopefuls. Now we have two female contenders, one for Labour and one for Lib Dems and three male contenders: one Tory boy, UKIP and a Green.

Now clearly hidden in its layout is the clear agenda of our local rag, unbiased, non political support but sexist to say the least. Now the Greens have been given very little edited space...so small you would think this is the editor or reporter.

So the rag has detailed the two female prospectives on one page and has the last two male contenders on the opposing page. My dear local rag have you deliberately pitted male against female..sexist point one!

Then look at the photo presentation..our two ladies have passport size pictures displayed whilst for the Tory boy and UKIP no-hoper...well they have purposely taken photos, six times larger in size then the lady hopefuls...sexist point two!

So does this,  I wonder, mean that my local rag is trying to draw your interest more towards the Tory boy and UKIP outsider and drawing you away from Labour or LibDem because they are ladies...pure sexism I proclaim.

Any way, I know who I am voting for on the day, for I have only seen one contender...not the Tory boy whom I have not seen; nor UKIP chappie; LibDem; well she could be anywhere...and the Greens...well had them for dinner...lol!

That's all folks! I gladly await my local rags response!

God bless. Amen.

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Farewell Tamba

Farewell Tamba

We will miss you staring with those Shrek eyes,
Wanting your dinner,
Always at five o clock,
Always dead on time.

We will miss your perkiness,
Looking for treats,
Or bringing that ball to us,
For us to throw for you to play.

We will miss taking for a walk,
Sniffing at other dogs,
Sniffing their scent,
Everywhere you went.

We will miss you sleeping,
In our room keeping us awake,
Your snoring,
Dreaming,
And sometimes barking at noises in the middle of the night.

We will miss your dog hair,
Matted on our carpet,
Or the sound of teeth on metal,
As you licked your bowl bare.

We will miss you barking,
Whimpering at the dogs next door,
Or your waiting at the fence,
For a biscuit from the toddlers,
It's you that they adored.

We will miss calling you,
For dinner or walkies,
Your excitement would show,
As we open the cupboard door.

We will miss taking you,
In the back of the car,
Down to the promenade,
For that walk along the front.

We will miss you dear Tamba,
A lovely dog you were,
Smooth haired Collie,
A breed so rare.

It were the hardest decision,
But you had something inside,
The pain will go on hurting,
Without you at our side.

But doggie heaven now is your home,
And do not worry Tamba,
For you are not alone,
For I am sure God has ready,
A room especially for you.




Wednesday, 22 April 2015

A gardening poem

Tis the growing season again

Tis the growing season yet again,
First were the snowdrops, 
Then colourful crocus,
Majestically tall daffodils,
And shrubs into bud.

In shops are violets and pansy,
To plant in those beds,
Or to make hanging baskets,
For your homesteads.

The first cuts to the grass,
Might make it look yellow,
But then come the rains,
To make the grass green.

A rake and a feed,
A scattering of seed,
Will all do good,
Tis the growing season again.

Follow a plan,
To make your gardens look lush,
Don't leave it too late,
Or garden might look tired,
When it could be looking so plush.

So when buying the chocolate,
And hotcross buns,
Plan for your garden,
It's colour and look,
An outdoor space for you to have fun.

Good effort now,
Acquires some work,
And there are bargains to be had,
As shops tempt you with money saving perks.

So you see,
There is a lot going on,
Everything growing,
With the sun and the rain,
Tis the growing season yet with us again.

Saturday, 4 April 2015

They took part of our life away...

They violated our peace


On the evening of the 1st April, something happened, something shockingly bad that has affected us inside, deep inside. We feel scared, violated, useless, pathetic and more, much more.

Thursday should have been just another normal day in my battle to live and work. The first full day of the kids on their school break for Easter. I should have been happy, another day battling anxiety doing people's gardens, making them look good. The kids would have minded themselves looking for things to do during the holidays, my wife was to visit and help her disabled mum.

I was at a client's garden, weeding. Yes, digging out the stuff not wanted or loved. Then I got a call from my wife whom retorted at me that she could not find her handbag. Had I picked it up? Did I know where it was? I replied to her it must be somewhere, had she looked everywhere possible around the house. I was questioning her, my wife was questioning me and we were doubting each other and doubting our children.

Then it dawned that it had been taken, but how we could not comprehend, how? I had to abandon my client, feeling angry, stupid, thinking it was probably under a pile of clothes or cushions. I came home and my wife was in a panic mode, angry, upset and each time I wanted to look she would shout at me "I have done that, done that..."

I went outside and looked around, in fact my wife was already doing so as drove onto the driveway. We were facing the real frightening thought that someone had entered our home and lifted my wife's handbag.

And the most awful thought is that they did this while we were in, at home. We were at home.

We routed out our insurance policy, my wife contacted them, contacted the police, called a locksmith and contacted the bank. And in this time we were going into shock, shaking, angry. We kept thinking how, what did we do and trying to recall what had happened from the previous evening to the morning.

I always on most every occasion lock the front, have been bolting the back gate and locking our shed. I am always conscious about our security. And because of my anxiety I tend to double check and check again. But do you need to lock up when your at home, awake and mobile and active, especially so the door to the back garden.

We asked our neighbours next to us and we found out that there had been a disturbance outside. Some young persons were chased off down an alley by some residents in our street. Then we found out that a house round the corner had a theft.

Whilst waiting for the police to call that day, what should have been a normal working day my wife told me to go back to my clients, try and carry on, but I found it hard to do that, thinking and mulling over what we had  suffered. Kept thinking about it, the thought of someone entering our home, seeing my wife suffering and myself feeling useless on how to console her visible grief.

The police came, took notes, looked around. They told us we would never have known if someone had simply pushed opened the door saw the item and just lifted it right under our noses, either whilst we were in our living room or had gone upstairs to the toilet.

One lapse in our security, our movements seen from outside and an opportunist thief took that small moment of time and not only take the handbag but took a part of our life away.

We went out and looked around our neighbourhood and I will go out this morning and look again. And probably do the same again tomorrow.  I have scoured selling sites and will do so again later in the day. My wife will check our bank, we will look out of our windows scrutinizing each and every person walking by in our street.

And then we must overcome the fear inside us in that; can we leave our house, visit the shop, go and see relatives and friends. We can draw back our curtains and blinds, momentarily closed because of fear, we can leave the back door open in the daytime whilst we are at home, not having to lock it just because we are turning our backs to head into the living room or reach into a cupboard.

This is normal life but when normality will be restored I do not know. One opportunist thief has destroyed the peace we had, scum we call them, scum. In taking your chance you took from us not just an item but you took a part of our life away. In stealing an item you stole our life, violated our peace and your own inner thoughts were of triumph and escape, you think you were victorious in some sort of battle, had a right to take when you did not have.

We feel we have no right to belong in society now, but it is you who should have no right to belong. God may forgive you but why should we forgive. We might feel sorry but why should I empathise with persons like you. I pray your thoughtless action stays with you until your death because today you changed us, destroyed us, violated us. It is you who should be in a prison not us!

May God have mercy on your soul.

Amen.



Friday, 27 March 2015

A day of crime, cake and tea...

Well, I am going to a very first today...a crime writers' convention! Yes, I am going to a meeting where there will be nothing short of murder, mystery and suspense.

Why I am going is a mystery in itself but I have reason because I wrote a 100 word crime novel and entered my writing into the Flash Fiction Competition. So that is the suspense part...will I win??? without knowledge of any other short stories entered then I have no idea what the competition is like in terms of quality of writing, brilliance of comprehension, grammatical excellence.

My story is simple, well it had to be in 100 words. The scene is set and a few words bring you from the past to the present. And there is a twist...at least I think it is a twist. Good enough, well have to wait and see at the convention.

Now going to a crime convention for writers, if I win, I am sure going to upset a few, because there are many, no doubt, who have been writing of dreaded deeds, and have never made a huge success of it, this writing lark. A bit like my blogging, because sure no one bloody reads this waffle...I mean there are hundreds of blogs, about different subjects all over this internet thingy, we can't possibly read them all, more so the ones adorned with pop-up adverts.

My, going off on a tangent there! So, back to this convention...now one will have to ponder on what to wear? Agatha Christie style or hoodie and jeans? Polished shoes or trainers? A few coins in my lean wallet or a wad of Monopoly notes? Panama hat or beanie? Cigarettes or cigar? Oh dear, I think I am going to stick out like a sore thumb...not good if your trying to get away with murder!

Not that I am going to murder anyone, but I will certainly feel a bit odd because I am only going to see if I win...and if I don't then, Then, THen, THEn, THEN...BAM!!!!

" No officer, I had my own cake and drunk tea from my own flask...why were everyone poisoned?? How nasty...tut, tut, tut."

Oh yes, I am going to make sure I am on my guard, treat everyone with suspicious eyes, sit at the back and inspect my tea with vigour...fresh milk please! I will listen to all the guest authors with interest whilst trying not to fall asleep. I may also make conversation, with the less suspicious of course, so not to get bored.

But most of all I am going because its a little bit odd and something different and I need to expand on my skill of writing something great.

So bye for now, God Bless and amen.

PS: Now where are those darkened glasses of mine!!!!???

Thursday, 12 March 2015

My lovely town...(part 1)

Here are some photo memories of my joy of our town from 2014 and good reason as to why we should love our fantastic town...Its not just for the DFL's (Down From London) lot!!!


 A great seaside walk

The fun of the fair

It's history

Old Deal

It's churches

Recapturing the past

Carnival fun

The carnival atmosphere

The lorry pull event


Places to dine and wine

Great fundraising characters

The pier


 
 
Just some of those moments why I love my town...it is just GREAT and lovely.