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Odd Poems A world in verse.
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Here we are again, on the road from Lake Harmony, Pennsylvania. Heading down South. Literally! As we trundled down the Interstate, heading for Philadelphia, it gradually grew warmer as we descended from the mountains. Soon, the snow disappeared on the roadside. The only snow left was the foot-thick coating of ice on the top of […] I’m rapidly coming to the end of ‘The Game of Snooker’, the latest addition to my ‘Annexe’ series. What started off as 3 chapters, rapidly grew to 6. The characters developed a life of their own, and virtually wrote the story. I felt more like their biographer! The twists and turns came as a […] Having recently completed the latest in the ‘Lower Methil Annexe’ series – ‘Bathsheba and the Grapes’, I thought that it was time to work on the next story – ‘The Game of Snooker’. I write my stories using a programme called ‘Scrivener’ (Recommended! They let you try it for free. I liked it, and bought […] I have not had much opportunity to add anything much to this blog in a long while. Pressure of work has left me with little spare capacity for creative work, and coming home tired every night has not helped. And then, as if by magic, the answer appears. My work, it seems, has no merit […] Margaret Thatcher was buried today. After a week of fond remembrances, and the occasional disparagement of those who did not see her in a kindly light. “Speak not ill of the dead!” Why not? Many people saw Magaret as a great leader. Many saw her as a blight on their lives. Maggie is gone but […] There was a time, long ago, when formulating rules was big business. 10 Commandments (and also the Beatitudes), Gospels, Koran, Book of Mormon, etc. etc. You couldn’t do religion without a few rules that people would slavishly follow, regardless of relevance or obsolescence. If it makes sense – fine! If it is only relevant to […] I wrote this poem several years ago, in the Methil dialect. It was inspired by someone who shall remain nameless. You can find it on tachras, amongst the Odd Poem collection. I have no fondness for the inspirer, but I do have a fond liking for the poem. If the dialect gives you problems, just […] Another Christmas, and another Christmas song. I have travelled several thousand miles. Flown from one continent to another, then driven for days up the Eastern Seaboard of the United States, and everywhere we go, they are playing the same darn (not my first choice) songs! We decided, after a little asking around, to book a […] After our, less-than-successful, trip to New York, we decided to drive down through Pennsylvania to the township of Jim Thorpe. The town was once called Mauch Chunk (Lenape for ‘Bear Mountain’), and once boasted the residences of 90% of the richest people in the USA. The hills had abundant supplies of iron and coal, and […] And there’s nothing short a’ dying That’s half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. If you are a Johnny Cash fan, then you’ll recognize the words from ‘Sunday Morning’. If not, then they are still a great set of lyrics. And on the Sunday morning […] |
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