Love, nurture – abandon, disown...
Love, nurture – beat, rape, murder...
Love, nurture – build cities, blow them apart...
Love, nurture – despise, hate...
Love, nurture – rip young from their own wombs
for convenience and saleable body-parts....
Love, nurture – pray to a god that will forgive any snafu...
Love, nurture – God started with smaller creatures, and continued
to fail upwards....
Love, nurture – make a hell of one's world, then hide in politics, sports
music, theater, and poetry.
Small wonder many prefer dogs, cats, and stamp collecting....
Categories:
stamp collecting, introspection, meaningful, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Prose Poetry
With time on my hands now that I am retired,
To hobbies I have returned,
And I am not disappointed.
I am back into stamp collecting,
Still find it rewarding,
Brain cells re-connecting,
Memories of shared interest with my Mum,
Which was far from Dumb.
Stamps on approval in post,
Hunting for coins that were lost.
To exchange for cheque to send by same day post,
Number of pen pals something to boast.
Waiting at letter box for stamps from foreign lands,
To get into our hands.
Swapping stamps with friends,
Visits to stamp shops,
Asking relatives to save stamps.
The joy of getting stamps from countries just born,
Countries that are no more make me feel old and forlorn.
Saving their stamps for posterity makes me feel re-born.
Categories:
stamp collecting, addiction, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form: Verse
I wish i had been a child fifty years ago
They had such wonderful games to play
Which their siblings used to know
But not played much in my day.
First with a skipping rope
Besides the normal skip
You could use it as a high jump
Jumping with a high backflip
Then comes spinning top and whip
Would chalk it with colours anew
As the top spun around
A pretty picture you could view
How about marbles
In the gutter you would play
Couldn't do that in my day
So many cars in the way.
Then there is mob,
What a strange name
For hiding til your found
Such a silly game
Then we get the naughty ones
Rat tat ginger is for sure
Cos you would knock and run away
Making some person answer the door
The list is endless
Bet some of you could name a few
How about card games
Stamp collecting too
But the best part were the streets
They were relatively secure
Children could go out to play
Parents didn't have continual fear.
Off to the park no adult in tow
Kids could be kids, use the swings
Slides, see saws and roundabouts,
Play rounders, football and other things.
Now they have playstations
Wii and X box too
What they lose is being in fresh air
With their pals, and being you.
Categories:
stamp collecting, nostalgia,
Form: Light Verse