Poetry – The Silly Bleeder

The Silly Bleeder

 

‘Build! Build! Build!’

The windbag roars –

A cheerleader

Who thinks he’s a leader.

 

His mind set on the economy

‘Bounce forward’

She urges –

The silly bleeder.

 

But his big promises

Are just rhetoric,

Without finance

As a job seeder.

 

Pouring money into the pockets

Of his profiteering

Chums

For he’s an elite feeder.

 

Opher – 30.6.2020

Dalby Forest – the lake – Photos

This lake was created by a damn. It made for a picturesque setting.

Dalby Forest – The Bridestones – Photos

A unique formation of sculpted sandstone called the Bridgestones top the moor following an uphill walk through the woods.

Their shapes are extremely aesthetically pleasing. They make for an atmospheric scene.

And kids love clambering on them.

The Corona Diaries – Day 107

What is quite apparent (and disturbing) is that despite their obvious ineptitude the Tories are maintaining a lead (if a little reduced) over Labour. Johnson appears to have been able to ride out the Cummings fiasco and diverted attention away from his incompetence. He is also hiding the gravity of the Brexit situation from public view.

You have to give him credit; he’s a first-class conman.

Whether, once this mess is over, the proper scrutiny of government actions will take place, is anybody’s guess. They have the media in their pocket. But surely questions about the Cygnus report, the lack of PPE, the state of the NHS which has been run down under the Tories, the lack of beds and ventilators, the way the elderly were treated, the fiasco of the Test and Trace app, the inept Test and Trace system and the timing of lockdown, must all come into play? We don’t get to have the worst record in Europe for nothing!

For all his jolly cheer leading real leadership has been sadly lacking. I think they have shown up Johnson for what he is – an empty puppet, lazy and incompetent, operated by Cummings. The sooner the electorate wakes up to that, the better. We’ll see what happens when the job losses kick in and are compounded by job losses from Brexit. Maybe reality will hit home.

Meanwhile in the USA Corona is getting out of control. A combination of opening too soon coupled with a lot of denial and stupid behaviour has created the highest rise in new cases yet. Trump is trying to pass it off as a result of more testing but that isn’t the case. It’s bad management and poor leadership.

The number of new cases is still over 900. It appears to have plateaued. Time will tell if it will come down or go into a second surge. My money’s on a surge.  Until the government get their track and trace going properly I don’t think we’ll be in control.

Sadly it seems that now we are coming out of lockdown no lessons have been learnt. The roads are back to normal. Nature is on the retreat. I was hoping for more working from home and less traffic.

Today is a miserable day. It’s cold and wet. The T-shirt, shorts and sandals are back in the cupboard. I’m back in trousers, shoes, jacket and rainproof. I even wore gloves for my walk! Did not see any nature at all. The animals were all sheltering.

So I went back home, put on my Tom Robinson Band and started sorting photos!

Stay safe everyone!

Poetry – One Small Spark

One Small Spark

 

From one small spark

A fire spreads

Engulfing the whole surface.

Spark creating sparks,

Creating, developing,

Transforming;

From simplicity to complexity;

From senselessness

To awareness;

Unique, spectacular

And wondrous;

But does it have reason?

 

Opher – 28.6.2020

Poetry – Dreaming Among the Stars

Dreaming Among the Stars

 

In a world of ice and fire

Green blossoms.

In a world of rock and water

Life flourishes.

Born of electricity and gamma

X-ray and UV;

Melding elements into mind

A freak of chemistry.

A game of cosmic chance

Playing a merry dance.

Hitching a ride on a giant

Ball of iron.

To spend a period of forever

Dreaming among the stars.

 

Opher – 29.6.2020

Java – The Majestic Buddhist Temple of Borobudur

Once standing on an island in the middle of a lake the fantastic temple laid buried under volcanic ash for centuries. Now dug out and restored it is a treasure trove of images, statues, friezes and splendour. It rivals Angkor Wat for its awe and wonder. We spent hours climbing up on it and looking out towards the surrounding volcanoes. Magnificent.

Poetry – A trail of corpses

A trail of corpses

 

Tree by tree                       pond by pond

Ditch by ditch                    field by field

Hedge by hedge               bush by bush

Verge by verge                 copse by copse

 

We chop, we culvert      we cut, we mow

We fill, we build              we rip, we bulldoze

We burn

 

Without a thought

A thousand tiny cuts

Leaving a trail of corpses

 

Opher – 27.6.2020

Poetry – Lockdown Fever

Lockdown Fever

 

We’ve got the lockdown fever.

We’re climbing up the wall.

The government pulled the lever.

Crowds fill up the mall.

 

We’re full of anger and apathy.

We just want to hit the scene.

It’s coming out in psychopathy.

So grouchy and mean.

 

Hibernation’s over.

We don’t listen anymore.

We’re singing ‘The Wild Rover’

Heading straight out the door.

 

We need retail therapy.

Come on – it’s party time!

All of us agree.

Start knocking back the wine!

 

Throwing caution to the wind.

The government’s lost control.

Common sense has been binned.

No-ones listening at all.

 

Opher – 26.6.2020

Today’s Walk – Caterpillars, Orchids and a dead Stoat.

Yesterday we fried, today we rust, but we still had a great walk. It rained on us twice but we dried off!

First, there were wildflowers.

Then there were the white and blue orchids in the verge.

Then the peacock butterfly caterpillars on the nettles!

But, sadly, there was one of my beautiful stoats squashed on the road – the price of coming out of lockdown.

Apart from the stoat, it was worth getting a little wet.