Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch:
I had just finished playing my guitar, placing it onto its stand, I turned round to see two middle aged men standing at the porch steps. Strange because I did not see them arrive and they were dressed in rather strange clothing and wearing old style flat hats, with loose fitting trousers and long black coats.
Saturday 8th March 2014
I do not know what is happening to me, why you may ask? Well it is not often of late that I participate in photo challenges. My reasoning for this is because I have been more involved in writing projects. However I am doing a weekly short story project on my other site Sitting on the Porch. [http://geelong212.wordpress.com/]
Pop over and have a read of strange stories written by me. Enjoy.
In the meantime enjoy my interpretation of PERSPECTIVE.
↑My daughter a few years ago, posing in the Florida sunshine↓
↓Another vision completely different subjects.↓
Wednesday 5th March 2014.
This is my fourth and final poem that I wrote while in Southampton General Hospital. I hope you will enjoy it. I wrote them from my true feelings at the time. Enjoy!
Cannot be a happy bunny,
Cannot always be that funny
Smiling becomes harder each day
Laughing, oh man no way.
The audience faces are blank.
Cheeks and chins just sank,
Smiling no, you must refrain.
Humour forbidden never again,
No jokes not a word spoken,
Lying still waiting to be woken.
Every now and then a smile breaks through.
‘Get out! get out you’ someone shouts.
This way of life we can now mourn.
Laughter and joy once again born.
We can now be a happy bunny
We can now always be funny.
Gaa/C Dec 2013.
Whilst in hospital, ward D2 Coronary Care unit.
December 28th 2013.
Monday 24th February 2014.
Share Your World – 2014 Week 8 Pop over and join with the fun.
1.Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers? Answer – I would like to say $10,000, but if I took the $100,000 and handed it out I would probably be handing it out to all the people that would take the $10,000.
When you’re 90 years old, what will matter most to you? Answer - I would looking out for ways of staying alive with a healthy standard. Surviving another day.
Candy factories of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots? Answer - It would have to be Dolly Mixtures. I am not sure if my foreign friends will know what they are so I provide a picture. They are sweet and sickly and thoroughly enjoyable.
So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house? Answer - I know where my umbrella is yes! it is a golf brolly in my car. I would not bother with it because I love the rain and therefore quite happy walking in it. [As long as it is not too heavy or accompanied with powerful winds]
Saturday 22nd February.
I dont often these days do photo challenges but today I thought I might give a go, just for a change. Hope ye’ all enjoy.
Three at a Gun
The first ever wooden cannon. These two interacting, working together loading.
Thursday 20th February 2014.
Looking into peoples eyes, seeing their pain.
Their souls shining through, a shining star.
Hearts are strong, holding back the rain,
Seeing that the end of the road is not too far.
Each and every moment, smiling between the tears.
Emotions are high, stress often taken hold.
Imaginations are wild, open to all ones fears.
Even when asleep unwanted dreams unfold.
Words of wisdom always spoken with care,
Seemingly from the lips of people who know best.
Obeying and listening we must always beware
Tapping your shoulder, and becoming his guest.
The hand of love reaches down to touch your crown,
Trying to comfort and take your tears away.
Slowly, oh so slowly drifting and floating down.
Grabbing and hugging seeing you through each day.
Written by – Gaa/C Dec 2013.
Whilst in hospital, ward D2, Coronary Care Unit. 27th December 2013.
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Sunday 16th February 2014
Local Folk Songs Today Three Drunken Maidens.
Back to normal, hopefully. No more hospital posts, [maybe the odd small update] but for now normal posts. Today I take you back to my local folk songs.
The Three Drunken Maidens, is an old song based on the Isle of Wight. Which is by the way a short Ferry ride across the Solent. From Lymington it would be by car ferry about 45 minutes or from Southampton which you choose, a car ferry is an hour or the Hydrofoil is 30 minutes.
I chosen two versions, which are quite different. The second is by a very well-known female singer. Maddy Prior was very popular and mostly known for her singing with the folk style band Steelye Span. As well as other folk style bands. She, in my mind, has one of the best voices. I wonder if you agree!
Keep a watch out for my Brocks Music Shed, I am to do a post on her and her music shortly.
Wednesday 12th February 2014
Below is the second of four poems I wrote while in hospital. It was written during my first week, after my operation I was unable to think or concentrate to write more, believe me I did try. The first week I was just waiting around for an opening to come for my operation. After my Angiogram I was told I was less urgent and because of the Xmas period they were getting emergency operations. So I had plenty of time, until 30th December, to think and write. I was able to walk about, so I always got dressed and did exactly that, and also spent a lot of time in the day room watching Christmas television. My hardest task was trying not to get too bored, but I lost this battle several times. I was very emotional and my moods up and down rather a lot. Many thoughts went through my head, both good and bad. Very lonely and alone, even with all the smiling and extremely good nurses doing their best, but it is not quite the same. I often felt lost. Below is my poem and a great song to relate to the title, hope you all enjoy. Thank you.
Just Another Bloody Day.
Another hour of another day hits me.
Another surprise with another trauma.
Waiting, making friends with a bed to be.
Tormented and teased and facing a dilemma.
Mental destruction, being pulled many ways.
Never knowing but always realising.
I know now where I am to spend my next few days.
Information absorbed becomes demoralising.
Moved about like a family of nomads,
Amongst many that have no face to show.
Some are mothers waiting, some are hopeful dads,
All that I am told makes me reach an all time low.
Another ward from another room,
Yet again I am moved, turmoil in my head.
I try very hard to avoid thinking of all the gloom,
But this battle I am losing, let it be said.
Another morning followed by another evening,
The orange sun rises smiling all the way.
Across the sky it travels its rays warm and reaching,
Finally gone, I see none of this fabulous day.
Another day ending with another night,
Outstretched arms I try to grab at some life,
I am now so tired, I close my eyes and see the light,
Bright lights and angels, at last no more strife.
Gaa/C Dec 2013.
23rd December 2013 while in hospital. Ward D2 Coronary Care Unit.