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Category Archives: a day in the life
Day to day thoughts, tickling my fancy. The random stream of chattering consciousness striding royally through me each day.
Scent of winter
The scent of winter settles
Calmly, gently, slowly, over
Un-tensed shoulders, a word
Remembered from childhood
Humour, Fridays spent at Synagogue
Dinner with the community,
Friends together sharing family time,
Good food, good company, good
Humour, good times, the echo of the
Core principle that warmed my heart
Still rings true today, through a life-
Time of ups and downs, a quarter
Century as a stranger in a strange land
Not quite one of the crowd, yet fitting in
At least somewhat, before a moment’s blurt
The feeling burst through the dam of self-
Preserve, reserve lost in a moment of passion,
Weary of too much control too much of the time
Let loose reality, so that is how I feel, good!
Now dealing with the emotional remit re-
Percussions pounding deep, soul crevasse,
So be it, abeegazunt, that is just the way, just so,
Just so. Still the summer’s tease of tomorrow heat
Sunshine frozen in a memory of glowing warmth,
Until all that is left is the dull ache of an old-young spine,
Joints de-lubed by Lyme Disease, impact and time, the real
Me coming through in many flavours, today, tomorrow, more
Hereafter, until all that is left to note, is the
Scent of winter’s bite in the wind, promise
Of summer dead and gone, ghost of a
Memory, now teasing winter out of
The woodwork, summer may be
Over, yet, abeegazunt, I am
Still standing, still here
Another year parted,
One more promised
Better still to come,
Still I stand here,
No longer alone,
Happy, two as
One.
time and again
‘It’ happened again, grabbed
By the backlit eyes, blaring
Golden humanity, smiling bright
From behind guarded eyes, she
Smiled, whole face lighting up
With life’s love and breathe,
Filling my chest with joy, breathe
Of fresh air, gust of sea breeze
Blowing cobwebs of listless
Tenderly cultivated stillness out
The window, breathing in fresh
Sunlight and air.
To laugh, unashamedly, great dorky
Guffaws of selfless me, bursting
Forth, as if I did not mind what others
Thought, indeed I did not, for I was
Am happy, momentary smiles
Broadening into full-blown central
Heating glow, as if for the first time
That breathe of fresh salt air, scoring
Deep lines of breakage joyfully across
What I thought were permanent
Walls, self-protection disintegrating
Melting like sand before the waves,
Yet still remains the calm, as if
This were the most natural
Of all states, just so, the way it was
Meant to be, just general good feeling
And me.
Time will only tell, whether this
Is false pretence, the lost lonely
Boy grasping like a drowning soul
At a life raft promise of happiness,
Yet even as I write these
Last few lines, I know it to be untrue,
This may not be the end of the world,
Yet it is the beginning of something.
If being on my own two
Feet has taught me anything, it is
This, that we are what we have been, we
Breathe air in that once cycled through
Our own internals, we make this
Life what it is.
Whether this is truth for all,
Or just truth for one, for me, I
Cannot tell. Yet it is true, for now
For me.
Welcome back happiness, may you
Stay a while, rest your warmth against
My breast, breathe your sweet honeysuckle
Breeze across my chin, brush my cheek
With life-thrilling tenderness,
Tell me all will be well. I
Am a little older, a little bit
Wiser, a few more scars, bumps
And bruises, yet I am still me.
Rest your head, happiness,
Against my soul-home, and whisper
Sweet nothings in my ear. May it be
Transient, this still is,
This is still.
Welcome home happy thoughts,
Internal smiles will always be
Welcome.
not so bad
So, not as to be expected, no
This is not another heart wrenching
Angst-driven poem, but rather
Something altogether different.
Whether it is the Valentine bug,
Or just the sheer joy of a week
Away from the hour to hour to
And fro of everyday office life,
I guess I will never know.
Yet I am pleased as punch, so
Much so that the two-bit punk
With his weapon-on-a-leash dog
Shouting retributive vile at me,
After I verbally defended a tube
Worker, did nothing to dampen
My spirits.
Life is good, two-bit waste-of-space,
Resource gobbling, drunk, violent
Punks or no.
Which is worse? Rich bankers,
Pocketing our hard earned tax
Dollars as ‘bonus’ millions, or
The loser that gets drunk and
Abusive, not realising we’re
Paying for him too?
A welfare state leaves a lot
To think about…
Yet again, I
Come back to this feeling
Of a day well spent, learning
Dryest of studies, in scintillating
Company.
Thanks for the break, travel
Included, from the everyday
That can become so very
Monday-ne.
i sit corrected :)
This morning I received the following feedback on my last (obviously whingey-sounding) post entitled “it’s just plain taxing” :
“The fact remains that you are considerably better off, not only than most of the world’s population, but most of Britain’s as well. However hard it is for you, it is harder for the majority of other people. That £80 would make much more difference to someone on £20,000 than to you and it would be a month’s salary in many parts of the world. I think your request for more aid is correct but with respect I don’t think you should be the recipient.” – Danyal
I just wanted to thank Danyal for setting me straight. No sarcasm, just straight “thank you”.
I had not realised my last post sounded so whiney – it won’t happen again! (I hope.)
Danyal was not the only person to comment on this post. One of my older friends, Ron (reliving his twenty-somethings a few years on 😉 ), pointed out that after 50 years of being in the workforce as an engineer he could not claim the salary I mentioned.
Again, thank you both for setting me straight.
Fundamentally, I happen to agree with both Danyal and Ron.
Yes, we do expect more money from our work.
Yes, we do have more cash coming in.
Yes, there are people much worse off in, and out of this country.
I guess my main point got lost somewhere along the way.
My issue was not with losing £80 per month child tax credit.
My issue was two-fold:
1. The logic behind cancelling tax credit for individuals earning above a certain threshold is fundamentally flawed. This should actually be based on “Household Income”, not a single person’s income. I was holding myself up as an example.
2. The £80 per month I lose is NOT being given to someone needier (in the UK or abroad). It is being used to plug a financial hole created by greed in business which was supported, lauded and in many ways protected by the very government that is now taking my tax credit, cancelling school improvement programs, closing hospitals, closing libraries in some of the most deprived areas (including BRAND NEW libraries, built or refurbished in the last 18 months by the same government now closing them).
The issue here is that those in power are the lapdogs of business, often moving on to lucrative business deals post political career (how much are the Blairs and Clintons making on memoirs and money for speeches?).
The issue is that billions taken from the working class as ‘tax’ is spent on banks which caused the economic crash in the first place through unsecured and emotive gambling on technically non-existent markets. The whole system feeds off of itself like a swarm of parasites. When the world financial markets sucked themselves dry internationally, we paid for it. Now they are making a profit, do we see any improvement in public services, more police, more libraries, greater investment in the infrastructure and future of the country?
Of course not. As soon as the banking industry turns a profit the bankers pocket millions in bonuses, while the rest of us sweat what little assets we have.
Yes, I think we should spend money on those who need it.
If I knew that all of the tax I paid (and it is a painful seemingly ever-increasing chunk of money each month) each year went towards helping the homeless, supporting the schools, building new libraries, paying the doctors and nurses, supporting the police, assisting other countries in supporting those in need, I would shut up about it.
But that is not where my and everyone else’s tax is going.
‘We’ (the government on our behalf) invested (pissed away) more money in banks and the financial structure in a single year than we have spent on all of the natural disaster DEC appeals for the last decade (and then some).
The point is that the money we (the governments of the world) pissed away on the failing banking system (which is miraculously still standing and now making a profit – surprise surprise!) enough money to feed the world’s hungry for years, or write off a large proportion of third world debt, or build a dozen full-sized working fusion reactor (never-ending clean energy, anyone?).
The point is that with that money wasted, we are now losing police from the streets, libraries are being closed, everyone is having to tighten their belts and work twice as hard to earn the same they did a few years before which, considering the increase in the cost of living, hike in electricity and gas bills, increase in income tax, inflation and the rest in reality means we’ve all taken a salary cut each year our salaries stay the same – after 3 years inflation alone means a 12% salary cut.
Again, I would not mind if the money was going somewhere useful, to help those who need it.
But it is not.
That was the point I was trying to make.
Apologies for it getting lost in a whinge! 🙂
Maybe I should create a new category of ‘whinge’ and put the last post there! 😉
Your feedback is much appreciated – please keep it coming!
😉
Til we communicate again,
Yours,
mE (Em) 🙂