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World Today

WORLD TODAY 24

So what can we say of this world today?

Was this the world in your father’s day?

In work rest and play

Were things different yesterday?

Is – ‘discreetly put’ – still an option?

Or is all blasted out

Without a moral outlook?

Are they taking our lives away?

Like hungry gluttons

Power hungry-eating – throughout the day

Dictators and Potentates

Violaters and Perpetrators

Backstabbers and Burlesquers

Warblers singing us into oblivion

Dig yourself out

From below the trash

Run for your life

To the new horizon waiting for you

Find The Saviour – Good and True

To be loved…

TO BE LOVED…

There’s something within us all that I want to examine.

And at a guess I don’t think you have even thought of it. (?)

Just a guess of course, on my part. I can’t know for sure.

When performers/entertainers appear on talent shows, they are often found gushing – on ‘how much success on this show will mean to them’. ‘I really want this etc.’

“I want this more than anything…” – Those kind of gushings.

What is it they want?

Well firstly, we might say they believe they have talent and they want others to believe it too.

Backing up a bit from this desire, we can start by saying that before this, they want to be noticed.

To be noticed. But is this resultant attention, the right kind of love? Is this the love we need?

When two children, perhaps the same age, are together with their family, and one steps forward to ‘perform’ in front of their ‘audience’ – by perhaps reciting a rhyme, or singing a song, or doing a dance, they usually receive a large round of applause and affirmation from their loving family.

The other child usually feels immediately, the need to compete. So they set about showing what they can do.

Why?

Because it is within us all to want to be appreciated. And when someone else is getting that affirmation – it provokes the other child to want the same affirmation.

They too want to be thought highly of. And to receive/achieve this – the child performs.

And it feels good, or gives us satisfaction, to think we are loved and appreciated or thought to have talent. Everybody wants to be loved.

If we can think of this basic human need and examine it thoroughly – we still might be only scratching the surface of why it is so important to us.

Which brings us to the question of why we do anything in life. Literally anything that involves others.

Doing well at school, at our job, at our club, at our church, at our local government, at a sport, in a drama, musically, at the Duke of Edinburgh awards and so on.

We write a blog post. Why? Why send it out there to others? What do we want to ‘get out’ of it, doing so?

Is it right to say that there is something we are unconscious of wanting, that causes us to ‘do things’.

We are examining motive, here.

Sometimes we so enjoy exercising our ability that a sense of having produced what we set out to produce – is reward enough, without the affirmation of others.

In the case of celebrities, pop stars, actors, comedians, etc. – they need that constant affirmation – they like to ‘thank’ their fans, and as the attention continues and they get the rave revue’s – everything is thought to be exactly as they desired it to be.

Why then do so many of them end up a mess? Broken, addicted, and so on? Seems this crowd adoration isn’t enough?

They like to remain up the popularity charts. It is their career – and they do earn a living out of it – and want to remain financially secure, living in the manner they have become accustomed to.

But they like – beyond the financial reward – they like to be admired and for many they like to be ‘idolised’ by their adoring public.

What is that?

What does that feed inside a person?

The devil took Jesus (as in they conversed together) – up to a high mountain and said: Luke 4/

The bible talks about… I John2/

—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life – How much we are free from these things is THE BIG QUESTION.

Jesus was asked ‘on board’ by this fallen angel. 

Had He yielded then, like the original Adam did, He too would have fallen under the dominion of sin, and this diabolic spirit’s dictatorship.

His nature would have changed, and that is the crux of the matter – God’s nature is the total opposite to man’s fallen nature.

All the above is the product or fruit of the fallen nature.

And success so gushed over and desired usually involves the above.

The enemy of mankind who is out to weaken the nations and keep the world in deception, offers us everything that will fulfil the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life.

So many find that the enjoyment of all the things that fit these categories find also that the serpent has a sting in his tail – ready to strike when the time is right. That’s why so many fall prey to collapse, bondage and death.

They enjoy the adoration for a season – on the way up – absorbing all the attention fame can give. 

Slowly the over-exposure and constant scrutiny begins to grate on them and resentment takes its place. Or their ego is not satiated and they still continue to need more.

Mankind was not made to be worshipped, he was made to worship.

To be in a relationship with The Only Living and True God – is to be aware of the life of The Holy Spirit through acceptance of Jesus the Christ.

This awareness is living in a different dimension that must be maintained from the day of acceptance of Christ onwards.

By maintenance of this uninterrupted fellowship, we operate out of a different mind set, and are then able to understand and appreciate (when it comes to the things of this life) – that: I Timothy 6/

Abstract thoughtlessness

ABSTRACT THOUGHTLESSNESS

I spied with my little eye – people at the art show

Seated on the hard bench – I breathed a sigh

What right – this sigh have I – to breath?

I run to shyness in fear of impropriety

But they look and point and discuss

The naturalistic rendition the painter has provided

Having barely given the other two works the time of day

So you see why – my sigh

As the abstracts did not attract their eye

And the abstracts they thoughtlessly passed by

The bleach mistake

THE BLEACH MISTAKE 23

In search of a cup of tea

Or even a coffee

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I succumbed to entering the place

Where they disinfect the floor

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What a stench – when you go through the door

What kind of professionalism is this?

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People at their meals

Gasping for the oxygen they miss

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Choking not on a sausage or a steak

But rather the bleach-soaked-floor-mistake

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How can they possibly miss this effect?

Customers are gasping –

Or haven’t you checked?

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‘Catch yourself on’ and put the

Mop bucket away

And customers

just might

come back another day

Giethoorn

This painting – painted some time ago – I discovered had sold in a local auction – I do not know who owns it now. I think I know who put it into the auction (original purchaser of course) – but I always find it amusing that people pass things on – in this way. I forget if it is in oils or acrylic. Also as far as I know it is Giethoorn, Netherlands – my wife’s homeland. Anyway to the purchaser: “enjoy your bargain”. 😎

Rhyming life

RHYMING LIFE 2023

All use it – from tinker to soldier to sailor

From butcher to baker to

Salesperson and e-mailer

Poetic rhyme – all-the-time – intertwined

In daily life

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Wax lyrical if you must

With sudden spurt like a wind-gust

You write – ’n write – ’n write

And you just might

Break the charts with a song surge

That fills the ears of many-a-one

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Lyrics that capture a human moment

Momentous in it’s result

The Fab Four did it – did it change humanity

In some ordinary or extraordinary way?

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Ordinarily we hum a tune – attempt to sing –

Gurgle out a lyric

In autumn winter summer and spring

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Not so profound you rightly say

But we are so into mediocrity

That lasts in thought

Captured in the day-to-day

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So – so – much time that drifts away

We can’t catch it – to hold it tight

So a poetic rhyme or lyric might

Help us deal with it ‘waiting for no man’

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The tide is out and time is up

But still we remember the silly things

As though they were important

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And the unimportant in turn

That occupied our time

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We get exhausted in our brain

There goes time yet again

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We didn’t get it done

Too busy having fun

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But here’s the thing

When all is said and done

The poetic line or lyrical turn…

Is in the fibre of our lives

Dyed to the wool –

You could say –

Unavoidable

We have to say

Let the lyrics come and the poems go

Looking to the future

With time in tow

Keeping things in perspective

We have to say – so much fuss

Over one-singer-one-song

Yet the rhyming still goes on

We shall see…

WE SHALL SEE… 23

We cannot express the distress

The anguish – the pain – the mess

Our hearts would fail us

If we stopped to dwell

On the awful carnage

straight out of hell

Hatred and bitterness

Nation against nation

Lord establish our

hearts in patience

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There’s much

we can do-little about

Except get our hearts right

With the author of life

And reach out for Him

With strong intent

Forsaking our sin

As we repent

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And as the earth caves in

Through man’s inhumanity to man

We hold fast and look

for the promised land

No earthly abode

Will suffice

Only God’s atmosphere

Free from all strife

Promised to us – is a place to dwell

Where the Saviour rules – and all is well

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Meantime gird up the loins of your mind

Get ready with armour to loose and to bind

Through prayer alone we shall see

That heavenly kingdom where all are free

Holy Spirit come today

Lord Jesus wash away

All the hindrances to your glory

Lift us again and let us see

What is prepared for those who love thee

Smiles…

Smiles…

I looked for a smile

But got a frown

I searched everywhere

To no avail…

So I left town

I smiled over once

Yea twice

But the man

On the opposite seat…

Wasn’t very nice

I bought a note book

To record the smiles

It’s still empty…

after many miles

Looking at the policeman

And asking the way

He grimaced

his instructions back…

He was having a bad day

“Do you want your receipt?”

Said the lady on the till

“I do – thank you”

I smiled back

I could see she was thinking…

“What’s the craic?”

“There’s not much

to smile about”

I hear you say…

Never mind we live

to smile another day

Moon glow sight

Moon glow sight by Ken Riddles

MOON GLOW SIGHT 

Met recently

New fangled discovery

Walk by the moon glow

Future together?

Neither will know

Not just yet

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Keep your eyes wide open

See the other

Examine well

Who are you befriending?

You never can tell

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Until the clearer light

of sunrise

Get those ratings up

GET THOSE RATINGS UP

It must be a game

they all play

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Some,

scrutinised –

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are

always having

to respond

to the groundswell

of opinion about

themselves

bandied about –

by others

that

mix fact with fiction

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The restriction

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of constant nosey

verbal bacteria

From those

who hope to sell

Their pseudo-

newsworthy story

for their own glory

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Who needs

the pure truth?

when fictitious lies

will catch the eyes

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Get those

subscribing numbers up –

Is the only motivation –

Forget moderation

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Pure truth

lost along the way

The game of death is:

‘bombard

the unsuspecting’

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Pummel them

into the ground

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Any lie will do

As long as

numbers go up

And it benefits

journalistic you

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Suck them in

With a

ridiculous headline

Then strip it down

To something

close to the truth

But far enough away

To keep them here

Wondering all day

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And if there’s nothing

To scandalise

Just make-it up

They’ll never realise

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You only want to

sensationalise

Another Look

ANOTHER LOOK 

I recently counted the pieces of artwork in my media. 

My blog goes back to 2015 – that will be 8 years this August.

Approx. 544 pieces-of-artwork later – ‘all my own work’ as the famous pavement artist’s sign read. I could nevertheless, still avail myself of others to post.

But I have decided to show a number of blasts from the past, put together to give you another look.

Ensconced

ENSCONCED

I see from the window through the lattice blinds

The dark night with wet roads and street light

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Reflections of lamp posts and objets d’art

In the form of that old car

That has moved-on-in it’s years

But not out of sight

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That is a frozen moment – as I – frozen – stare

Feeling it all coming home

Like flicking through a book

All brought to pass

The reminiscing memories that I hold fast

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For this encapsulates my emotional trip

Those puddles of yellow light reflecting

Stand still as though permanent in time

How this will echo in the heart

And eyes and mind

As I

Let it soak-in as it soaks the ground

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Rain – the same again and again

Into me these memories soak through

To my very core as I remember you…

And you… and you… and you…

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Fish with chips soaked through

In vinegar and be-speckled with salt

Go with this rainy dark ground

Go with this moonlight serenade of light

                        ***

Not exactly sparkling

Dim – but in view – as I choose these thoughts

As I reflect on you… and you… and you…

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Held in some nostalgic ‘trance’

Melancholic longing for the many times

Many times repetition of this image did run

Through my person with and without

Other persons present

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No I will not move from here

Dark ground glossed

With the rain light of street lamp

Shimmering with the odd gust of wind

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Entranced to look again and again

I can’t move – this is too good to miss

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‘Sweet sorrow’ is a term of old

As memories unfold

And all of life could be caught here

As though here was what all life was about

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Though but a moment of nostalgia and a reminisce

It is one not to miss –

As pleasantries are exchanged with myself

And I take it in – deep in

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Again I describe it as indescribable

I feel it – as feeling deep – unto tears

Where was I then on similar night?

Where was I again and again on similar nights?

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Days of youth most impressionable light

Reflection of my emotional trip

Reflection of my finding that – which night’s find

True love but for a moment did last

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And I know the water – that light knew – that night

That – being a witness – saw us part with a kiss

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I almost cannot stop my pen

As I reflect again and again

This moment I will not pass by

As it happens in the apple of my eye

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But a mere material happening only –

With the elements combining

To draft this narrative and

Stamp of approval

Given by – a willing emotion

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The high comes down

Uncontaminated by drug

In the first instance

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I reply to my question

‘Must I quit?’ – ‘No’

For tomorrow I will not see it