There was a young lady of Dutch extraction
To whom I felt an attraction.
She was a lover of art
And lived in my heart,
But to her I was a mere abstraction!
There Was A Young Lady Of Dutch Extraction
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A Writer’s Legacy
I hope people will read my writings after I have ceased to be. This is perhaps somewhat peculiar in that I possess no certainty of life after death (being inclined to agnosticism). If one will have no awareness after one has shuffled off this mortal coil, then why concern oneself with the survival of one’s writings? None the less I do (as stated above) hope that my work will survive and in some small way enrich the lives of future generations. Kevin
Death, the one thing that is inevitable. It cannot be stopped. Life can be prolonged but death cannot be conquered. It comes from the darkness, taking its due.
But not all is sadness, for as writers, we have abilities that can even live long past our own death.
I am talking about our legacy.
We write stories each day. We create epic journeys of heroes conquering evil, of forgotten races rising from the depths and of love appearing in places of darkness; and we sometimes forget that we can change peoples lives.
We as writers can change so many peoples lives, every single day.
With this post, however, I am speaking about, in particular, our legacy.
The Macmillian Dictionary states legacy as,” something that someone has achieved that continues to exist after they stop working or die.”
I strongly believe that a writer’s legacy is incredibly important. Our life stories…
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Two of my earlier poems
Below are 2 poems, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” and “Two Voices”.
Both poems can be found in my collection of poetry, “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”, which was published in September 2015 and can be found HERE.
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I am the girl who wasn’t there.
I did not sit upon that chair,
Playing provocatively with my hair.
I did not drink that expensive wine,
While gazing on your paintings fine.
I did not recline under the quilt so red,
Or moan with ecstasy in your bed.
If, by chance, an earring she should find,
Worry not; it is not mine.
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You talk to me of lambs gambolling, of ramblers ambling, through fields green, beside the meandering stream.
You speak to me of verdant bowers, where lovers while away the hours, in love’s young dream.
I tell you of an urban street, where the gale buffets and people battle to retain their feet.
I impart to you the wind’s loan moan, as I wander home alone, in weather bleak.
There Was A Young Man Named Sleary
There was a young man named Sleary
Who advocated Marx’s theory.
When his ideas failed to come to fruition
He said “the people require more tuition,
For there is nothing wrong with the theory!”.
Three
Two is company but three
Is a crowd you see.
Yet for some three is the magic number.
Fear of judgement may encumber
The desire to fish
But still waters run deep
And the wish
To sleep
May overtake
And secret fires wake
There Was A Young Poet Named Zeff
There was a young poet named Zeff
Who wrote a poem about death.
The Grim Reaper heaved a great sigh
And said “I have long pondered on why
You poets are so obsessed with death”.
Random Acts of Poetry Day October 7
Thanks to Annette for bringing this day to my attention.
Calling ALL scribes! This is a terrific opportunity for you to let your voice be heard, as Saturday, October 7th is
RANDOM ACTS of POETRY DAY
Whoa! Are they sure they know what they are doing here? Unleashing bards and bardettes from all over the world to explode with poetic joy, any and every where they are? Methinks, this could be one for the books…
or walls…
or coffee houses…
All of you who have a poem or two in your boodle bag, this is day to bring it out for some fresh air! Write it on a wall (okay, write it on a sticky note and LEAVE IT on a wall), sing it in your car or pretend you are part of an invisible flash mob and get it going while you are walking through the mall. Imagine that all the ghosts of poets past, are joining you, one…
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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto, Change of Season – Bob Fairfield
Being blind I can not see the photograph. I am, however rather taken with the poem.
A
shaft
of light
illuminates one tree
and silhouettes in stark relief
the ravages of Autumn’s dessicating wind and warmth
Source: Change of Season
Das Kapital Anyone?
In a Guardian comment piece entitled “The truth about Capitalism is out as Marx’s magic cap starts to slip”, Giles Fraser, an inner city priest in London launches a frontal attack on capitalism and, in essence argues that Karl Marx’s analysis of Capitalism is correct, https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/belief/2017/oct/05/the-truth-about-capitalism-is-out-as-marxs-magic-cap-starts-to-slip.
The article contains many weaknesses:
1. Fraser fails to mention the many crimes committed by Communist states (E.G. Stalin’s Russia and Mao’s China). Of course it will be objected by some that true Communism/Marxism has never been tried and that the states styling themselves Marxist where nothing of the kind.
My response is, how many people need to die before Marxism is laid to rest along with Marx in Highgate cemetery?
2. Fraser details the problems associated with Capitalism but there is no such analysis of the profound difficulties flowing from attempts to implement Marx’s ideas.
3. Apart from a few extreme anarcho-capitalists, very few supporters of market economics advocate completely unrestrained capitalism. In the early 19th-century the Conservative social reformer, Lord Shaftsbury was instrumental in bringing in “The Climbing Boys Act” which banned the use of children as chimney sweeps.
Long before the first Socialist government was elected in the UK measures to curb the worst excesses of unrestrained Capitalism where on the statute books.
Again anti-discrimination legislation is not merely a preserve of the left.
The Americans with Disabilities Act was introduced by the Republican Party under Ronald Reagan while the UK’s Disability Discrimination Act (now the Equalities Act) was brought in by the Conservative government of Margaret Thatcher).
Both pieces of legislation place limits on what employers can do by prohibiting discrimination against disabled people (I.E. by placing restraints on Capitalism red in tooth and claw).
Fraser fails to acknowledge this.
4. For all its faults a mixed economy (containing a good dose of Capitalism) is more efficient than any alternative yet discovered.
Again Fraser fails to acknowledge this.
In conclusion, there are many faults with Capitalism. The mixed economy (containing a good dose of market economics) does, however ensure political and economic freedom and its excesses are capable of being reformed.
Reading makes you feel more empathy for others a new study finds
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