Showing posts from June, 2015

Light Relief

Like Life

Like life, dark clouds can enter your horizon. They overshadow places and events. they reduce luminosity  and foreshadow disturbances ahead.

Like life, time moves on causing cracks to appear in the gloom.
promising light relief.

Like life,  rocks of ages
begin to slowly erode
disfiguring their surfaces.

Like life, age does not remove
the eternal value of things;
the past may future
 in the present.

Like live, time is a process
Like water,  when it flows
gently all is well.

Ck. 26/06/'15
Images from Lyme Regis (no.1 ) ; Sidmouth ( no. 2,3, 4 ) and Beer ( no. 5, 6, 7 )

Watch out for those high temps next week. Enjoy the tennis and  #supportthegals in their football world cup bid.
Cheerio for now, Ck.

New Toons; Old Toons; Battered Toons; Blue Toons: On a Day ........: Odd Pics

Here we go again. A new manager for Newcastle United,  Mr. Steve McClaren appointed on a three year contract. This will be the seventh manager placed in control of the first team, during the eight year reign of the owner Mike Ashley.

In an ill-thought out process, the local Tyneside newspapers were NOT invited to the unveiling  of McClaren as new manager; neither the BBC; only NUFC media partners. This high-handed attitude does not bode well for the future, in my opinion.

Pros for Steve: Has lived in the area for the last fifteen years, since being manager of Middlesborough. This is the job he has always wanted- What took him so long?

                       He is now a member of the board. Ashley has stepped down. This means he should have a better hand in team recruitment and selection.

                   He has the reputation for being a first class coach.

Cons for Steve

                       Can he see through a job? Two seasons ago, as manager of Derby County, he guided them to t…

For Laura: A Gift of Words.

From April the sun beat down The summer of '76. In Berkeley of the Shire  New life was born.

Long legs and bright eyes;
Whose look even then, seemed
Ready for a life  to be lived,
With little sleep required.

Time that old mischief maker,
Playing with our senses so
Seemingly in a blink of an eye  Upon our journey from Mummy  to Mum from Daddy to Dad, we
Saw the baby become child;
The child become lady. 

Buoyed up with maternal advice
And instruction, a sensitive flower
Began to bloom.
Impatient, impetuous always  ready to
Seek out new people, places
And culture.

Too soon she needed
To enlarge her canvas, and so  followed
In my mum and dad's footsteps
Under the shadow of the clock
In Victoria Station.

In London, diamond days put an
Extra facet to her sparkle.
She radiated warmth and affection
Drawing friends and colleagues
Towards her.

Eagerly she embraced the
Art, theatre and concert world
Finding much to engage her
Mind and senses

But alone in quiet moments  Still  unfulfille…