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The Grey Lady Of Allerton Tower

Today I visited the ruins of Allerton Towers, in the company of my mum, her partner and the 2 dogs. On returning to my mum’s home and feeling curious regarding the ruined mansion, I Googled Allerton Towers and came across this ghost story pertaining to “The Grey Lady”, who is reputed to haunt the old house and grounds, (http://www.slemen.com/allertontower.html). I am sorry to say we saw only dogs and their owners during our walk, no “Grey Lady” did we spy. The above story does, none the less make for interesting reading.

Kevin

Publication Of A New Edition Of Mein Kampf Sparks Controversy

An interesting article in The Guardian regarding the publication of a new critical edition of Hitler’s Mein Kampf (My Struggle). The copyright pertaining to Mein Kampf (held by the Bavarian government) runs out at the end of the year (hitherto it was prohibited to produce new editions of Hitler’s book), however anyone conducting a rudimentary internet search could find Mein Kampf in it’s entirety with unofficial editions being strewn across the web.
The decition to produce a new critical edition has split the Jewish community. Some argue that the publication of a scholarly edition is the best way of countering anti-Semitism, while others contend that the work remains dangerous and should not be republished in any form.
For the article please visit http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/dec/26/hitler-main-kampf-wary-welcome-british-jews

Leaves Blown At Night

Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done.

Walking my dog at around 4:30 on a blustery December evening, I was conscious of the fallen leaves blowing around me. This gave rise to the above poem.

Kevin

Shady Sadie

There was a young lady called Sadie
With a past more than a little shady.
I said “Let us marry
And no longer tarry”.
She made reply
With a scornful sigh
“I would rather die
Than to your arms fly.
Besides, I long ago did marry
A man named Barry
And I am married still
To your best friend Bill”!

Christmas Dinner (Humour, not to be taken seriously)

Happy Christmas to all my followers. I wish you all a peaceful festive season and much joy for the coming year.
The below poem was, needless to say written with my tongue firmly in my cheek and should not be taken seriously. I in no manner whatsoever condone animal cruelty.

I shall sit upon a chocolate log
As I stuff my faithful dog.
I shall the turkey walk
As my thought
Revolves around
A question most profound
Where should I the stuffing put
As regards my loyal mut!

“The Light Of Dawn And Other Poems” By Victoria (Tori) Zigler – Book Review

“The Light Of Dawn” by Victoria (Tori) Zigler is a highly enjoyable and thought provoking collection of poetry. The poems range from verse dealing with the passing of the seasons through to poems about the natural world and more humorous verses. In the latter category “The Finest Young Man From New York” made me smile as did the author’s other humorous poems.
As regards the more serious poems in this collection, Victoria’s “Time Stopped” particularly resonated with me,
“I swear this night won’t end
No Matter what I do.
I wish the time would change
Like I want it to”.
We have all, I believe been in the self-same situation of wishing that the clock would move on allowing us to leave a given situation, only to feel that time has become stuck and we must, forever remain trapped.
The author’s poem, “Appearance” also struck me. In “Appearance” she asks why people worry so much about how people look. Why indeed? Are there not far more important issues in the world we should concern ourselves with.
The collection contains several poems dealing with fairies. Children will love these as will adults with an interest in folk tales.
For “The Light Of Dawn” by Victoria Zigler please visit the following link, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/291563.

Kevin

Chip

The weather seems colder
As you grow older.
The chip on your shoulder
May become a boulder
Weighing you down.
Be careful lest you drown
In your overwhelming sense of wrong.
Do please change that old song
It has gone on to long.
The record is stuck
Stop wallowing in muck.
The truth is we make our own luck!