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Autumn

As I walked through the trees

a soft breeze

Stirred the fallen leaves.

A girl was there

with golden hair.

Light as a feather she flew

into mine arms true.

The scent of the forest she wore.

Her clothes blended with the woodland’s russet floor.

“I can not stay

for my father, winter is on his way”,

she did say.

The sky turned grey

and winter did bay

As a ravenous wolf

who would the earth engulf.

I felt her father’s icey hand

laid firm upon the land.

His command

is law.

I must see his daughter no more.

But winter must sleep

And out his children will creep.

The lover I adore

I will see her once more!

I May WalkWalk From TalkTalk

As a blogger I rely on the internet. I don’t think about it often. Rather like the driver who knows very little about cars I just get into the driving seat and drive. As with the driver in the above example, I know little about how the engine (internet) works but I trust that the manufacturer (my Internet Service Provider or ISP) will get me safely, from A to B without incident. Unfortunately as with vehicles, so with the internet, things can (and do) go wrong. In this case spectacularly so – my ISP (TalkTalk) has been hacked, (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/talktalk-cyber-attack-company-accused-of-cover-up-following-reports-customers-targeted-a-week-before-a6707091.html). The incident is shocking as the Chief Executive, Dido Harding has been reported as saying that she is uncertain as to whether key customer information (including bank details) where encrypted on the TalkTalk servers. As the head of a company entrusted with the data of around four million customers I, in my naivety would assume that chief executives should be cognisant of such matters. That is why they receive salaries which the vast majority of their customers will never see in a lifetime.

The above incident is the third such in a period of twelve months. Either TalkTalk is incredibly unlucky (but not as unlucky as it’s hapless customers) or a worrying degree of incompetence is at work here. I have my suspicions as to which one it is.

A close friend of mine (a former AOL customer, as AOL was subsumed into TalkTalk) is in the process of moving to another ISP and I am strongly minded to follow his example.

I remain in a state of disbelief that a security breech of this magnitude could take place not once, not twice but three times in a time-frame of some twelve months. Stable doors should be shut prior to (not after) the horse has bolted but TalkTalk appear to be desperately attempting to fasten the door long after the beast has departed.

The Mermaid

“Jump in

and swim.

The water is cold

but the bold

will find gold

in the dank cave

which the brave

mermaid

may explore”.

Mermen adore

the rocky sea floor

and will implore

you to play

as the day

darkens.

The wise mermaid harkens

to the gull

who cries above,

“it is not love.

‘Tis better to stay on the sand warm

than have your heart torn

asunder

by mermen who plunder”.

The waves thunder

And the mermaid does wonder

About gold dust

Lust

And sin.

The Fairy Ring

The ring is no longer magic

but the tragic

fairies continue to dance.

There is no romance

yet as a magnet to the metal

man can not settle

and is drawn

to this sight forlorn.

The flesh tires.

Desires

cool

but the fool

plays with the burning coal.

Man’s goal

is the salvation of his soul.

The fairies cease their play

as day

breaks.

Man as from a dream awakes

and forsakes

for a time

the circle, once thought so divine.

 

A Poet To A Young Maiden And The Girl’s Reply

“Let us pile high the fire my dear.

Come you near

and warm the cockles of your heart.

Let us practice love’s art.

Draw closer and sit upon my knee.

Let us make free

like the amorous swan

for time rolls on

and desire, ‘tis soon gone.

 

“Sir

My mother warned me to beware

Of poets who pretty verses spin

Lest they lead me into sin.

Good night to you noble sir

I must be off and wash my hair”.

Heaven And Hell

To float on a cloud

As angels sing loud

Hymns

about the redemption of sins

Would, I think

Drive me to drink.

The devil would wink

And invite me to sink

To his abode below.

Should I choose to go

There would be good cheer.

bitter beer

and a warm fire, forever near

 

Well Spoken Girl

A girl well spoken.

The doors that could open

close

on this delicate rose.

The primrose path to hell is sweet

But the way back will defeat

Those who walk on dainty feet.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Or you may discover

Something other

Than you bargained for.

Janus stands atop the door

while the raven does khaw.