MARCH IN PHOTOS
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This came as a bit of a shock to me because usually I have between 30 and 50 photos that I’ve taken during the month. I ve almost not used my phone or camera at all in January. I put it down To mostly recovering from cancer treatment and being quite unwell with a chest infection and it pretty much raining nonstop for the whole month.
Definitely came as a surprise though….
An acquired taste I imagine
One about having your hands cut off by the taliban.
Chap from Mosul played drums in a band
so the Taliban cut off each hand
But it all worked out fine
Said his wife, “it’s divine
Cos for scratching my back your hook’s grand”
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Hope this finds you somewhat on the mend
Hear it’s swollen quite close to the end
Feels like it may fall off
If you move fast or cough
And you near shit your pants when you bend
Seems fair enough..
Gluten tolerant!!!!
There once was a woman from France
Asked a baker to go to a dance
As she really did want
His baguette and croissant
And his perfectly shaped vol-aux-vents
Shit my kids talk…
Like stars that pierce the inky void
of night she sparkles as she spins
through space and time and all about
look up and watch as bright she burns
–
Beyond the moons of myth and lore
He watches, blinded by the joy
And hearts entwined they find their place
Hearts lifted at the setting sun
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Forever sighs, and promise kept
And dying suns adorn her train
Of endless night, left in her wake
Their forever sighs, and calls her near
Eternal bound in endless skies
And dying suns adorn her train
Of darkest night, left in her wake
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Beyond the veil they dip and swoop
Through nebula and pinpricked paths
‘Till time no more stands in their path
To evermore’s sweetest embrace
U is for…
I tore the pages from the book
that holds the story of our lives
of darker times that might have been
and in their place I wrote these words
my promises to you.
Not to forget each day to live
and love and laugh and treasures mine
to hold most dear and know their worth
and thanks with grateful heart I give
all that I have to you.
When sunset paints with flames of red
the words we wrote on pristine page
We loved though time will pass us by
as stories gather dust upon
life’s shelf where now we lay.
To all the things that we once were
The brightness of the things that were
Like summer sun warm on the skin
Now shadows cast, and blind her gaze
And endless days to night give way
Until they set, horizons crimson
Set ablaze just one last time
No more remembers, dawn will come
Follows the embers, She remembers him no more
And light once more reveals her beauty
Safe in the warmth, new days embrace
…
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Fancy another of these?
If lost, the things I hold most dear,
these minutes, hours, months and years
that helter skelter through my mind
With all I am, swim intertwined,
The loss of you the thing I truly fear
…
Still I would cling, with fingertips
that were your name ripped from my lips
that in that place of darkest sky
not knowing where or when or why
Back to my mind Your memory might slip
…
And once again this love would taste
and life renewed, new memories make
this destiny once more to live
In equal parts to take and give
And feel the lessening of heart’s cold ache
To be, or not
And in that lot not once to wonder what
And why and just wherefore. So stop
To breathe and in the presence of the past
Then look upon the days we thought would last
But voices once so loud not start to drop
And thoughts they turn to who, not why, nor when
We are, we were, we could have been, and then
We climb and conquer, proudly stand atop
And there we see who we could surely be
Eyewatering…
An amorous lad, Jeff from Devon
Met a girl and he promised her heaven
Fraught with amorous sighs
Reached aroused twixt her things
Turns out not quite a Kate, but a Kevin
Warm and soapy…
Wife looks on concerned
A hot shower with the dog
But left my pants on
Can you taste it?
Unbridled passion
When not coupled with hygiene
Oft leaves a bad taste
Words and more words
I made for you a garden
From the stars I stole from cloudless skies
And deep within earth’s warm embrace
Sprung forth as tears streamed down your face
And quiet you sat in this place
And waited patiently
Each passing day under the skies
With hope, new shoots turned into bloom
And brightly shine when sunset falls
Until the light like beacon calls
These shards of nightfall, heart enthrals
From shadows setting free
And with the seasons turning, living
Pass full circle, gold to green
Hearts warmed by light unwavering
And beauty bright, sweet savouring
Sweet tears of heaven favouring
Forever comforts thee
Time brings forgiveness
and oft makes right hearts once wronged
forgiveness once more
Why the devil not, eh!
A DIY lover, Matilda
Had a thing for her hot neighbour Builder
Stay composed? Oh she failed
When he hammered and nailed
And to watch him fill holes, nearly killed her
Been kinda awol…must remedy that…
Where did that month go?
Not a great month,. Think we were all sick for a lot of it.
Pizza, cricket, gardening and dogs…farewell to summer!
C is for…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
There is so much reading you can do on the matter once you find out you have the big C. Stuff on diet, treatment, research, oh the list goes on and on. Websites, forums, books, articles, pod casts. Its never ending.
I’m just saying you can. I’m not saying that I did. Fuck that.
I really don’t want to dwell too much on it really if I am honest, it isn’t going to get me any time soon, and I don’t need treatment yet and people live with it for decades so why fill my head with thoughts on the matter. That is my way of looking at it anyway.
Oh, I saw this nice specialist for a follow up a while ago, he had a tie on and an office and certificates on the wall, and things are settled and no worse than they were and Ill go get checked out every 6 months and maybe have another MRI or a biopsy. So it all seems very much in hand. My head isn’t in the sand, I just feel like it’s best left alone for now, you know?
The only thing that bothers me from time to time is the thought that it can spread or maybe I’m open to some sort of secondary cancer, but I mean what’s the chance of that. Hmm, you know there is probably a statistic for that. is the chance of that is probably well understood. Well, I still don’t want to know.
Probably more chance of me dying from eating too much cake or not getting enough exercise to be honest…
Mostly food, cricket, sleepy dogs and doing garden stuff