Poetry – Rumble, Tumble, Rumble – The Tumble Drier pt. 2 – How a creative mind works.

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

Poetry – Rumble, Tumble, Rumble – The Tumble Drier pt. 2 – How a creative mind works.

Rumble, Tumble, Rumble

I don’t know how this creative process works. I just imagine my head as a whirlpool of electricity, all those sparks jumping around. Each one is an idea. They swirl about in a hurricane of madness. My job is to catch them, tie them down and translate them into words.

The words are symbols for concepts. The concepts are wild, free and glowing with life but the words are black and white.

If I do my job right (which I occasionally do) those black and white symbols will light up as iridescent jewels in your mind and live again.

It’s a nice concept isn’t it?

This is part two of a trilogy on the same theme. I seemed to need to rework it in different forms.

Rumble, Tumble, Rumble

Rumble, Rumble

Churn and Tumble

Sparks and Electric Storm.

Fireworks and explosions

In scintillating form.

Within the tumble drier

The ideas come and go

Spinning in their fury

In their iridescent flow.

I trap with my magnetic net

And attempt to glue them down.

But I know they will lose their sparkle

Trapped in adjective and noun.

Opher 5.9.2015

Anthropocene Apocalypse – The most dangerous animal on the planet.

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

Anthropocene Apocalypse – The most dangerous animal on the planet.

A friend of mine sent me this. I thought it was very appropriate.

Poetry – I’m a bit of a Monkey – I’m amazed in this day and age that people still have difficulty with this.

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

Poetry – I’m a bit of a Monkey – I’m amazed in this day and age that people still have difficulty understanding this.

A Bit of a Monkey

My Mum always told me I was a bit of a monkey; little did she know.

We think that we’re so clever that we’re not even animals. We have been made by some divine hand from scratch.

But I know I’m an overgrown ape. I have all the DNA to prove it and no sign of an oversize finger-print.

I’m more than a bit of a monkey – I’m 98% chimp.

I’m a bit of a Monkey

We’re all bits of monkeys.

Monkeys that evolved into apes.

Which is why we like melons

And we love grapes.

We’re the apes with the big brains and mean disposition,

The intelligence and altruism.

We’re the consciousness perfecters and tax inspectors,

The apes that went to the moon.

We think we’re so clever, and we know it,

Preening the remains of our hair,

Just to show it,

And prancing like an overgrown loon –

Monkeys that went to the moon.

I like melon and I like grape

I’m happy to be an ape.

Opher 15.8.2015

Poetry – The Small things – a poem about what really counts.

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

Poetry – The Small things – a poem about what really counts.

If life has taught me any lessons it is that there are never any short-cuts that don’t end up costing you, no quick fixes that put things right and that anything worthwhile is always about the details. The small things are really the biggest. They are the things that make the difference. They show you really care.

It’s the little things.

It’s the little things.

It is always the little things;

The touch of a hand,

A kind word,

A voice that sings;

The smile of a child

The caress of a breeze,

The flash of the wings.

That’s what warms the heart,

Gives strength to the mind

And gifts power

To everything you find.

For the little things

Are bigger than you think.

They provide the link.

It’s always the little things

That mean the most.

Opher 5.8.2015

Photographs – The Deep in Hull

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

Photographs – The Deep in Hull

Visited the Deep yesterday. It was brilliant. I thought I’d share a few photos. These are the creatures that are in danger of being eradicated by our numbers and actions.

My writing. Thank you to all those people who have purchased my books.

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Opher

My writing. Thank you to all those people who have purchased my books.

Posted on August 21, 2015 by Opher

Thank you to all purchasers of my books. And thank you for your great responses. It is very heart-warming to hear in this desolate age.

My writing has purpose, intent and gravity. I do not write trivia. I do not write for profit. Yet I believe my work is readable, fun and thought provoking.

It is different. You do not get the corporate easy-read book. You get something more fulfilling. I have many completely different styles and genres.

You may like to check them out on my Author’s Page on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Opher-Goodwin/e/B00MSHUX6Y/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1440155099&sr=1-2-ent

I’d really appreciate you taking a look and giving me a view of what you think?

Thank you!

PS – Thanks for buying my books and feeding back such great feedback. It is very heartening – but please leave reviews so that other people can hear what you have to say!

Burqas/Veils – liberating feminist attire or misogynistic throwback to primitive superstition?

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Opher

Burqas/Veils – liberating feminist attire or misogynistic throwback to primitive superstition?

It seems that ISIS is selling the wearing of the complete female body veil known as a Burqa as a liberating, feminist experience. Women wearing this all-covering shapeless body garment are no longer sex objects so this is feminism in action.

Except it isn’t is it?

They might not be sexual objects per se as all of them of whatever age, degree of feminine perfection or shape are made equally nondescript. Though it doesn’t stop the single males in a sexually repressed society imagining what lurks underneath that shapeless mass of cloth. But is it feminism?

Obviously not. The sheer fact that there is no choice in the matter is sufficient to remove all of that notion. The fact that this is imposed on all women regardless of their wishes is not, under any guise, freedom. Some may prefer to remain ‘safe’ behind their masks, hidden from view, but that is no excuse for imposition.

The Burqa is a pre-Islamic uniform imposed on women by a repressive, misogynistic middle-eastern culture. It isn’t even Islamic. To claim that it is liberating is merely spin.

We will see feminism when women are afforded the same rights and freedoms as men. When they can drive, go out without escorts or permission, vote, participate fully in commerce, politics and religion as equals, and are not separated off as chattels of the men.

There may well be a reaction to the decadence of many Western females with their scanty attire, promiscuity and intoxicants but at least they are free to do what they choose; even if what they choose is crass.

The women being enticed over to Syria as ‘brides’ of the Islamists are taking a reckless risk. They are being ‘sold’ the idea of being married to a fearless, butch Jihadi warrior, but in actual fact are much more likely to end up as a sex slave of a bunch of ignorant savages.

What do you think?

Photography – Wharam Percy – site of medieval village – Yorkshire

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Opher

Photography – Wharam Percy – site of medieval village – Yorkshire

After Walking at Fridaythorpe we went to Wharram Percy. There’s not much to see of the medieval village but it’s a beautiful walk in summer with the flowers, birds and butterflies!

England can be beautiful!

Poetry – We were just kids – a poem about the idealism of youth.

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Opher

Poetry – We were just kids – a poem about the idealism of youth.

I often think back to the days of my youth when everything seemed so clear. I looked at the way the world was being governed and thought it was completely insane.

I’d met people from a range of cultures and discovered they were people just like me. We could laugh and love without hatred or prejudice. So where did all this fear, violence and paranoia come from?

It had to be the politicians, the media, and the institutions. The world was being run for people to exploit and make money, for power and wealth. It created nations, wars, inequality and led to distrust, paranoia and hatred.

I believed there was a better way. But I was just a kid. I thought it would be easy. All you had to do was explain it well enough and everyone would understand. It isn’t as easy as that. A small minority of people are vicious, deranged, damaged and indoctrinated. They need to feel good about themselves and they do that be placing themselves in positions of power. We are governed by sociopaths and psychopaths. They set the tone for everything that happens. Too many people are traumatised by abuse, war, bereavement, ill-treatment, bad upbringing or bad experiences. They need assistance.

I was young. I believed everyone had a core of humanity and was open to reason. I had faith that I could talk my way out of any bad situation.

I’m not so young any more. I think it isn’t quite so easy. But I still believe that most people are good and that those who aren’t are sick and damaged. That should be our priority; to heal the sad and traumatised. That’ll make things better.

I’m not so young anymore. I know it’s a big job.

We were just kids

We were playing revolution,

Making rules as we lived each day;

Throwing out the constitution

Laughing all the way.

We were just kids.

We knew we were immune

We had the bravado of youth.

We could write any tune

And sing it on the hoof.

Rejecting all the leader’s men

Institutions and the laws.

Throwing out the court’s pen

The rules and the scores.

We were just kids.

We knew we saw a better path

One without greed and power.

A way that was full of laughs

Making love by the hour,

Full of naïve innocence

That provided amazing clarity.

We were certain it all made sense

Armed with great hilarity.

We were just kids.

Opher 1.8.2015

Poetry – I am a gorilla with a gun– A poem to humanity who has none.

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Opher

Poetry – I am a gorilla with a gun– A poem to humanity who has none.

I am a gorilla

We haven’t been around so long and yet we’re running the planet. We’re out of control.

We think we’re so clever but look at the mess we’re making of things!

We can be so kind but we are the cruellest animal who ever evolved.

We run on power.

We desire more.

We fight for more than we could ever need.

Our greed is extraordinary. We’re like wolverines in a chicken-run.

The planet’s become our play thing.

And we’ve only just begun!

I am a gorilla

I am a gorilla

In a garden without a single tree

A crazy, bemused chimpanzee

Who built a lavatory.

My madness runs

In my veins and DNA.

Inherited through my genes

To bring atoms into play.

From the African Savannah

Right out to the stars

We’re the naked chimps

Who string up guitars.

I know I am a mad ape

Creating cities and the gun

Fanatical religions

And we’ve only just begun.

Opher 15.8.2015

Month: August 2019