There was a young lady called Pam
Who liked to generate lots of spam.
When the cyber cops came to take her away
She said, “I rue this day
And in future will stick to ham …!”
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Winter
The death of the year
Is near.
The last day of November
Is icey cold,
I wonder, what will December
Hold?
This freezing wind
Does rescind
Summer’s delights
As winter Makes toys
Of all our joys
Digital Heroin for Children
Research claims that children spend upto 5 hours a day glued to their smart phones, people’s attention spans are shrinking as a consequence of over exposure to technology and those aged under 18-years-of-age should use technology for no more than 2 hours a day. This is all worrying stuff, however if one digs beneath what some might consider as the hysterical headline, “Digital Heroin for Children”, it becomes obvious that not all researchers agree with this gloomy picture. Others argue that gaming can enhance intellectual capacities. A number of contributors also make the point that it is a matter of parental control, for example employing a “no mobile phones at the table” rule and limiting the amount of time children can go online.
As a child I spent much of my time reading and could, at times be anti-social preferring the company of a novel to that of my fellow human beings. I also well recollect, when growing up the concerns about the over exposure of youngsters to television. It was an oft repeated mantra that those who watched “the box” excessively would get “square eyes”. Are we seeing the same panic over the internet as we saw over television?
My own view is that the internet can be addictive. It is easy to go online with the intention of checking if Jo Bloggs has replied to that email only to become distracted by a blog post from one of your favourite bloggers. Being blind I am not a typical internet user as a fair portion of my time online can be traced back to the fact that I am visually impaired. I cant read print and therefore get much of my news via the world wide web. Had I the ability to read print I would buy a daily newspaper (perhaps several) and, as a consequence spend less time surfing the web. When I am online for protracted periods I feel tired and gain a huge sense of wellbeing by switching off the computer and doing something completely different such as reading a braille book or going out into good old fresh air!
So are we going to hell in a hand cart or are we seeing a mad panic over nothing? We cant uninvent the internet (and I wouldn’t wish us to do so), but we can (and in my view should) use it and other forms of technology responsibly (this is particularly the case with children where parents have big responsibilities).
For the article please visit, https://www.google.co.uk/search?site=&source=hp&q=digital+heroin+for+children+daily+mail&oq=digital+heroin+for+children+daily+mail&gs_l=hp.3…8107.23246.0.23739.39.36.0.3.3.0.688.4563.18j15j5-2.35.0….0…1c.1.64.hp..1.15.1897.0..0j35i39k1j0i67k1j0i131k1j0i131i67k1.NNPO7t1T7qU
There Was A Young Lady Called Pearl
There was a young lady called pearl
Who’s heart was all in a whirl,
Over a man she met.
I do forget
Whether she did dance and twirl …!
K Morris reading 3 of his poems
Me reading 3 poems, taken from my collection ‘Refractions’.
A poet’s best friend
K Morris reading a selection of his poems
Me reading a selection of my poetry, all of which can be found in my book ‘Refractions’, available in the Amazon Kindle Store.
A podcast of my interview on Croydon Radio is now available
As many of you will know, I was interviewed by Tom Cannon of Croydon Radio, on Saturday 26 November, about my latest collection of poetry, Refractions.
A podcast of that interview is now available and can be located
HERE
My interview occurred in the last 15 minutes of the programme.
For Refractions please visit
HERE
Death of the Blog
Unlike Monty Python’s Parrot, the blog is far from being deceased (a point well made by Janice in this post, http://www.mostlyblogging.com/death-of-the-blog/).
On Patrol
On patrol.
She is in control,
Her whole
Being bent
On making him content.
His pent
Up frustration
Is expressed in dissipation.
He has long since lost control
And is losing his soul.
She stays for a while
Then leaves with a smile
And a wave.
The position is grave
And no one is saved.
On patrol again
She wonders when
Or if the men
Will ever see
The real she
Hidden behind the make-up.
Girl and man need a wake-up
Call,
But it is easier to fall
Than to arise
And reach for the skies.



