In dreams
It sometimes seems
That dark
Fantasy is reality.
In art we see
A kind of reality.
While inside the dreaming mind
Hides the truth of art.
In dreams
It sometimes seems
That dark
Fantasy is reality.
In art we see
A kind of reality.
While inside the dreaming mind
Hides the truth of art.
My great friend the late Lord Kettle
Said, “I am quite unable to settle”.
Then he made some tea,
Which he shared with me,
In a place that’s known as Settle.
You praised polyamory.
As for me
I am not polyamorous
But you, being glamorous,
I found time
To rhyme
And discuss polyamory
With thee …
On my way home
I pause for drink.
Then go to bed alone
And think,
‘Ere I sleep
Of my work and play
On the coming day.
Yet, I may
Forever stay
In sleep.
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “watch out as I’m coming for you!”.
And I said, “are you a ghoul,
She said, “no! you stupid old fool!
I’m Lou, and you’ve just stolen my shoe!”.
When a young lady named Kate
Said, “Kevin, you really do procrastinate!”.
I said, “I beg your pardon!
But I am doing this garden!
But perhaps the garden can wait …!”.
Corporate types programme their likes
Into computers,
Where they are heard
By commuters
And a middle-aged poet
Who romanticises vinyl,
And exchanges a final word
With the barmaid,
Who doesn’t remember vinyl.
A careless young lady named Mar
Is known for losing her bra.
While her friend Coral
Is really quite moral
Though I’ve sometimes found her bra …
I forget the last time.
But often look
In dusty books
And find pleasure in rhyme.
I still feed my need
With verse from volumes
Full of musty scent.
But there is another perfume
Of which I sometimes repent
As someone who is registered blind, I can relate to Lorraine’s post. I haven’t experienced the extreme behaviours Lorraine has. I have, however been patronised on account of my visual impairment. I have, however found that most people treat me with respect. All of my close friends are non-disabled and I live independently getting around with my guide dog Apollo, or, occasionally with the assistance of a long white cane. All disabled people are individuals and their experiences differ as is the case with all people, whether they have a disability or not. The bottom line is that everyone should be treated with respect irrespective of whether they are disabled or otherwise.
To begin with, I HATE that word disabled. I do not know another one though.
It is amazing how some people seem to think about us. I want to say that I am quite normal, whatever normal is lol. It seems that some people think I have lost my marbles just because I am blind and in a wheelchair. Although on occasions I can still walk with two canes and was hoping to get better at that.
Anyway, let me tell you what happened to me at the church where I used to go. For years I had played my flute at the Sunday evening Mass until people started to view me differently. They used to give me a hug quite often, until i became more blind and disable. Ugh, how I hate that word. Anyway, they started to avoid me. Also they ridiculed me and my husband. This was…
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