Be Yourself, Be Positive.

Be true to yourself.

With a half full glass.

Never get worried if you ain’t got enough brass.

Write it down and say it loud.

Always remember you’re uniquely individual, be proud.

Never become just one of the crowd.

Challenge yourself every day however small.

So tomorrow you can hold your head up and walk tall.

Drawing a coal fire

That’s not how you do it. She’s doing it wrong. We had a poker/rake that you stood in the middle on the front of the grate. It was a long steel poker with a rounded hook on the top and a flat bar at the base to use for raking out the ashes from under the fire hearth. The Rake top would be resting just above the fire opening so that the centre of the Yorkshire Post newspaper (broadsheet) was protected from being sucked in when the fire caught hold. The paper would assist air being drawn in at the bottom of the fire grate to getting the fire going. You had to keep a close eye of the paper, if it started to go brown you had to be quick to remove it before it caught fire. I can still remember the smell of the paper as it started scotching. Much more fun that turning up the thermostat.

Poem a poet wrote.

https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/celebrate-national-poetry-day/

I read a poem a poet wrote
I think I’m in his head.
Not knowing why he selected each word or why they go together.
What was the reason for the poem and why did you write it so. I cannot connect, but I wonder why and try and try and try.
What meaning is there in this poem you’ve written? Is it the sound of the words that make it so, or does it reflect the way your mind works.
Should I dissect and analyse? Are you telling the truth or are your words just lies.
Shall I get inside the poets head and rummage around for a while. Shall o read his poem in his rustic local dialect, because I’ve heard him speak out loud.
His voice I hear mimicked inside my head. Have I jumped out from his, and now he’s in my head instead.
Thinking aloud I sometimes digress, for his poetry I really need to digest.

Shall I read his work to my own rules and inspiration, then it will be like he’s talking to me; bugger the rest of the nation.

Train of thought:

Get on a train, get on a train
But I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.
Get on a train, get on a train.
How much does it cost, does it cost?
Diddly-squat, diddly-squat, diddly-squat.
Get in the train, get on the train,
But where does it go, where does it go?
Barnsley I think, Barnsley I think.
Get in the train, get on the train.
Get on the bus, get on the bus.
You said train, you said train?

Oops lost my train of thought.
Just get yourself to Barnsley lad.

Was it for this…..my spot of time.

To celebrate the 250th anniversary of the birth of Williams Wordsworth I’ve written my own spot of time. Not written about the Lake District but in homage from an industrial mining town as the backdrop.

https://timhillphotos.co.uk/

The scuffed knees,
chapped hands from the cold
Climbing and scrambling up trees
My mother did scold.
Those terrace streets harder and more desolate than the Cumbrian hills.
But they were our escarpments our rivers, our dales.
Playing out in all weathers made us hard as nails.
The delivered coal on the path so neat
Safety in numbers as we played in the street.
Our soot filled lungs didn’t stop the laughing. We knew we’d get clean in the old tin bath.
Hardship was an illusion, we had what we had. My imagination did flurry in scribbles, In my old note book.
My experiences made me a considerate man. Protecting the environment whenever I can.
No paper required to relay my passion
For today I write electronically it’s the new fashion.
Don’t discard those memories of old
Of the childhood you had and enjoyed
It’s not a case of reminiscing, remember
You are the man, because of who you were as a boy.

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Na/GloPoWriMo : Walk, a necessary risk??

A walk
A gentle relaxing walk
Taking the air
Exercising the lungs and body
A stress free amble to invigorate the mind
Free to go where you want
In the neighbourhood where you live.

Today
It’s like walking alone as a little child
Crossing over when someone else is in front of you
Being scared of bumping into anyone
An irrational fear, yet at all cost you have to avoid them
Even in a playing field you change your route
Avoiding that dog walker or that dog will certainly bite you
I have a corner to traverse
But I can’t see around it
Someone may be coming
I might walk into them
We may touch
That can’t happen
I tentatively take a look
It’s clear free to go
But there’s three more corners before I get home
My heightened fear makes my pulse race
I’ve got to get home, the danger is great
It’s not due to bullies
Or those kids being bigger than me
It’s Covid-19 that’s making me fret
I’ve thankfully got home
The walk was 3 minutes 47 seconds long
I kept away from them
They all kept away from me
Keep apart, keep safe and stay home
When we’re free of this bug
We’ll then be free to roam
Till then stay at home.

Keep safe, keep healthy and keep supporting our NHS.

No matter where you are in the world, compassion and respect for others and doing what’s right is what will get us through this.
This is a war against the virus and with our health systems and workers, well we can certainly say “Never before in healthcare is so much owed by so many to so few.” Respect your health workers guys we owe them.

We can beat this.

Na/GloPoWriMo : Black Widow.

Black Widow is her name
And Marvel is her game
She should have defeated Thanos
But died in saving them all is a shame
I’m sorry for the spoiler
But it really made me sad.

To cheer me up I’m glad to call
Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow
Will be back in the cinema this fall
Making me the happiest guy of them all.

Na/GloPoWriMo : Dictionography.

A word of caution
A sentence of doom
A paragraph of paraphernalia
You get it all, chapter and verse
It’s a novel idea
So I booked this poetry slot
To tell a tall story
But my papers still blank
Well apart from an ink blot.

Any writer no matter whether an amateur or however professional they are, will from time to time get stuck. It’s not always at the start of a project, essay, novel or just a short poem. It can be anywhere from the first or second sentence and even the last line of a 200k novel. I find this also to be the case when doing technical writing or in an email response to a question. But when we persevere through sheer determination we get there in the end.

Na/GloPoWriMo: I’m Staying in.

I’m staying in
I’m not going out
It’s not that I’m trying to get out of buying a round
I crave for someone to say, it’s your shout.

Staying in by order
No socialising for me
No socialising for you too
Got to stay in
Got to stay home.

But that’s okay
We’ve all been doing it for a while
No need to go shopping, when you do it online
Don’t pull me a pint because the supermarkets got mine

I’m stopping in again
No socialising, I’ve an app or two for that
A virtual conversation
Looking at memes to get me my laughs

I’m stopping in
No eye to eye contact
And when I dare go out
Keep our distance they shout
Coronavirus is wandering about

Yet we’ve been self isolating
Keep out of our local
Drinking alone and not at the pub
Keeping away from the shops
Punching buttons on lap tops

So when quarantine is over
And you don’t have to isolate
Physically go out shopping
Go to the pub or club to see a mate
Rekindle for a real social life
Take out your fella or you wife
Don’t stop in anymore
Get out
That’s why we saved your life.

Na/GloPoWriMo: Happy.

Happy is me
Happy all the day
Happy in the mind
Happy in my soul
Happy with my body
Happy all day long
Happy with my lot
Happy is made within
Happy is where we should begin
Happy at the end is a result
Happy can’t always happen
Happy is what we should strive for
Happy us to make others happy
Happy is what we need to be
Happy to be happy
Happy to read this
Happy making a happy world
Happy is the drug we need
Happy with a happy overdose
Happy makes us laugh and smile
Happy takes quite a while
Happy that we are free
Happy happy happy me.