Oil Man
Japan Daria died for the job he loved. How many of us can say that? Not many. He worked in the petro-chemical industry. His dream career was cut short one awful day. He died inside an 'oil' storage tank, an above ground metallic cylinder. Did he fall in or was he cleaning it? No one knows. His body is still there, in the tank, today. His dear fiancée placed a memorial sign on the tank, Japan's tank. I filled his boots but I don't want to die in them, thank you very much. I've shook his hand. When I open the tap to get fuel, out popped his hand! All preserved and leathery. Such miraculous qualities of oil and fuel. It won't bring him back to life but pauses time. Japan is now my working companion, my buddy. I talk to him. He tells me faster but safe ways to do the job. Will he look over me? Be my guardian angel on the oil site? His spirit ventures with me everywhere. We're inseparable and both love oil.
Girls of a New chapel opened in Wales
Heard about the struggle that two sisters in Uganda heed
A two hour round trip down mountain and vales
Twice a day to get 20 litre of water for family needs.
So they baked cakes organised fund raising
The colliery band and local choir helped them out
Even had a sponsored walk up Pen-y-fan *carrying
Water bottles to emulate the Uganda girls plight
They raised £1500 in a short time
Handing it over to the Tear Fund chairman
This will go towards a storage tank for water, that's fine
Plus Spring wells to alleviate some of the problem
This is news that shows the good grace of these children
The wanting to help the less fortunate.
The ability to think of others, finding a way to help
Giving up their time to raise money to donate
* pen-y-fan is in the Brecon Beacons a desolate area where the SAS do their training
Penned 20 October 2014
Damn the torpedoes
Damn the torpedoes the Yanks did say,
When duds hit a Jap ship and fell away,
Firing pins weren’t working well,
One sub loosed 13 didn’t break the spell,
Just sometimes one was right.
Bloody thing would ignite,
And the Yanks would bloody yell.
Nineteen fourty four, pins good now for sure,
Sam Dealy and submarine Harder,
Transporting Aussies to Borneo, for,
To upset the Japanese pardeners,
Muiat Suki, Jap Destroyer,
charged the submarine,
Head on was sitting Harder,
1100 yards Dealy fired 3 torpedoes, i mean,
Chopped the fork out of his enchilada,
Next day at 650 yards,
Destroyer Hayanani came,
3 torpedoes hit this Destroyer,
Too many holes it was a shame,
Blew the fork out of his nighty,
Just the same,
The Reaper danced, begorrah,
Z Force men went ashore again ,
Into the wilds of Borneo, and then,
Ole Harder went a hunting men,
Of the Japanese type of fauna.
Don Johnson
Submarine Tinosa (ss283 ) July 24th 1943, attacks Japanese oiler No 3 Tonam Maru west of Truk, Tinosa fires 15 torpedoes 13 hit but only 2 explode. Tonam Maru is towed to Truk by light cruiser Izuzu and used as a floating oil storage tank.
How fleet is a flicker of the mind
Perhaps with a noble thought assigned
To explore some lofty domain?
Electrical impulses move about
Seeking logical connections, no doubt,
And thought processes attain.
Convolutions so deeply etched
Cradled in the cranium to fetch
Details of facts in a complex chain.
Currents travel down neuron highways
With synapses probing the mind's byways
Swifter than salmon out of terrain.
So let the impulses swim in streams
Transmitting data, fulfilling dreams.
Treat it respectfully, it’s your brain.
But it’s no wonder we often go blank
When searching this immense storage tank
With an aging psyche seine.