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Here's one about being smitten, badly!

If love is stepping in front of cars and smiling at the abuse
If love is pounding heart, wobbly knees and a propensity for walking through closed doors
If love is getting on the right bus going the wrong way
If love is oblivious to insult, injury and mayhem
If love is an itch you can’t scratch and an irrational desire for a tattoo
If love is like the weather, whatever you do it’s inevitable
If love is not taking no for an answer even when there’s no question
If love is blind to ridicule, embarrassment and common sense
If love is an unbreakable chain irrespective of someone feeling the same
If love is for life with no time off for good behaviour
If love is illogically logical with no in between from happy to sad
Then love is what I’ve got for you, and boy have I got it bad.

 

April the 4th and suddenly a sunset
Scores a line on my window ledge
The world turns and for 6 months
I can sit and watch the sun meet the sea
Which raises the question of where we fit
Fleeting in comparison with this panorama
And though this spectacle is all mine
Selfishly there is sadness in my view
That I can't share my window ledge with you.

Sunset from my window

 

A tribute to all the Frank Zappa's of this world!

If one day you’d like to be good at something would you be happy to be half inept at nothing?
If it’s 2.30 in the morning and you’re in love would you take up the suggestion to emigrate?
If somebody asked what the difference between a duck was would you speculate that one of its legs was both the same?
Is a rash the body’s way of warning you off bananas?
Do you think the human race has a built in imploding mechanism, get real, how many dysfunctional types do you know?
Do world leaders wear shiny suits so nothing sticks?
Is DIY a leftover from our subconscious desire to corral mammoths?
Do scientists make up science to justify their own existence?
If somebody said ‘half an hour of love is worth a lifetime of misery’ would you shoot the messenger?
Is there any truth that a Jurassic pebble always gets into nightclubs due to its smoothness?
If I could get the Pope to pray for my soul would my cowboy boots stop hurting?
Is there mileage in the fact that ‘small’ shirts don’t fit me anymore?
Where do sea horses figure in the Darwinian scheme of evolution?
Is marriage a sacred institution or did the druids get it right?
Can I be a non active anarchist or should I throw a brick at a policeman?
Does ‘under the table’ mean pissed or are we sheltering from the residue of the cold war?
Is there a point to the Universe or does it depend on what angle you look at it from and who you know?

 

This is about the fountain on the Strand in Barnstaple that was having a hard time doing watery displays!

So wet and so watery and a little bit sad
In it’s futile efforts to be big and bad
Struggling to mount a public display
It groans and it spurts in a suggestive way
Not wowing the crowd like a geyser or flood
As spectacle, well it’s just no bloody good
‘It’s not my fault the filter is faulty
I spurt like that as the water is salty’
Dysfunctional piping is something to relish
And a phallic fountain is something to cherish!

Picture to follow!

 

I lingered at the crossroads
Dreaming of the past
Wondering if my time had come
Or was my vision fast?

 Somebody said
She had eyes like limpid pools
Unaware that I was already swimming there.