Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been around much lately. This is due to a variety of reasons most of which my friends in the blog sphere are aware of. When I have been around I have noticed that I am not alone in being unable to make regular posts. Some of my favourite blogs are even more sporadic than mine.

When my friend Ann moved recently she added something to her sidebar which caught my eye and my interest. It was a badge which simply stated, "Blogging without obligation". I think it is a great idea. Blogging is a lot of things to a lot of people but I believe that it shouldn't be another obligation, another burden to stress about. I have more than enough stress in my life.

So here is the deal I am not going to worry about what day I post a 55 or a poem or whatever else I might want to publish. I will be here if and when I can and the upshot is that the people who continue to visit me will be the ones who care about who I am and not just how often I comment on their blogs.

I know that some of you will still come over to see my next post and I will visit the blogs I like,when I have time, regardless of whether they commented on my last post so I look forward to seeing you all and I promise to post something amusing sometime soon. HONEST.

If you are interested in joining the ranks of the unobligated bloggers you can click on the badge in my sidebar to read more about it and, if you like, get your own badge

Saturday, November 17, 2007

History and Hysteria

November 17th, Cyprus and the Fall of the Junta

The above link tells the story of some not so anciant Greek history.

Every year on this date the schools are closed and thousands of students who weren't born at the time and are now living in a democracy take to the streets, and whenever possible lock themselves in the university to protest past events which cannot be changed. They often manage to destroy valuable equipment in our badly under equipped schools thereby making therir own future and that of the students who will come after them more difficult.

It occurred to me that all over the world wars are being fought and lives are being destroyed by anger about the past. For me this is where the real meaning of the expression "turn the other cheek" ought to come into play. Whether or not you believe that Jesus was the son of God you have to admit he was one smart cookie. What a shame that his words have been recorded in a series of riddles that every Tom, Dick and control freak in a dog collar can twist to mean whatever they want!

So how about it world, are we ready to forgive our enemies? At the end of the day it is all our futures that depend on it.

Any day is a good day to blog for peace.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Lemon Tree Prophecy.

She got sick.
The lemon tree’s leaves withered
She went to the doctor.
We called in a tree surgeon
She started chemotherapy.
The surgeon lopped off diseased limbs
Her dry skin cracked. The new shoots withered
Her toes turned black. Cut down to a stump.
Prognosis negative. We dug up the roots

Now we wait...............................................!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poems and Replies

My friend Ann has moved her blog, “At Home With Ann” to wordpress so I popped over there to have a look and found a bunch of poems that could have been ripped from the bleeding entrails of my soul.

If you can tear yourself away from the “penis peppers” and scroll down a bit you will find:-

Who knows


Love or Lust

Moral Dilemma

After reading them I was prompted to leave the following poem as a comment.
Thank you Ann for being not only a friend but also a kindred spirit and an inspiration.

Tangled Imobility

Is it naive then to seek out the bright spots of colour?
Among the tangled bracken of past mistakes.
If I spot a wild and beautiful flower,
Should I pluck it from the ground?
Inhale its sweet aroma?
Hold it close to my heart?

Will it too wither like other blossoms of my memory?
To become another corpse in my compost of regrets.
If I pass on and leave it unexplored,
Will it not still become an error to abhor?
My heart reaches out; my mind stays the hand,
Frozen by inaction,
I become joy's executioner.

by Cathy

Thursday, November 1, 2007


She stood forlornly on the rocks
the waves beckoning.
She concentrated her efforts
on reclaiming the sense of security
the solid ground had once engendered.
She contemplated the death of mermaids.
Wasn’t it better for your soul to become foam on the sea,
Rather than being a twisting knife of uncertainty
in your living flesh.