Hurry canes

YesnabyI’ve not experienced a hurricane, only I have lived under a tin roof through some very serious strong winds in Orkney.  I’ve heard the wind pulling at it and the rain smashing down on the tin roof sounding like canes; and although the walls were 4 foot thick and made of stone, at times my nerves was paper thin.  So yes, I really do feel for those that live through such times.  When the elements dance with hobnail boots on manmade things and slash through our creations as if nettle bashing.  Where our nerves have no choice, but to feel paper thin!

Hurry Canes (Haiku)

You mean me no harm,

Yet beat the crap out of stuff,

Hurry canes please pass!

 

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20 years

Maybe this is the last post about our beloved, maybe?  We met nose to nose in a mart.  Him straight off the mountain, pulled away from his mother and given up.  He stood there and when he went into the ring I bid and we won, the both of us.  He came home and we nursed the parasites out of him, the fears went with them and we thrived.  We had some times.  Nothing really scared him, but he could be wary of flip flops for some reason.  As for the teenagers that are now adults, the ones who called him over to stub their fags out on him, the ones he forgave and returned to, well I’m still working on forgiving you, who ever you are.  He even went on “You’ve been framed” by pulling the hat off a neighbour’s head when he was filming his grandchildren offering him a carrot.  He played ball, but ended up many times biting into it and shaking it like a puppy dog.

West Wales

His world of West Wales

He lived here, he really did and did it well for twenty years without being angry and hateful.  Bless ‘im.

 

Haiku Poem:

20 years

Bowed his head real low,

Twenty years that’s how we met,

How he let us go.

 

 

Haiku poem: Bossy Me

Bossy me poemBossy Me

I sleep with my boss
What a great person they are
I am self employed

Bexy

P.S.  Hubby just stated that I am not “they” at which point I made a face and wriggled my fingers over my head with a {{{giggle}}} saying:  “There’s more than one of me in here!” Smile

Haiku “Time”

Lives parallel timed mine,

As I live my life,

Time lives parallel to me.

Bexy

Track

Is it really all relative?  Is it time?  Does the ground beneath my feet actually feel the same as the ground beneath yourn?  Is it all relative?

TC4 Shoot Across The Sky

Well the Earth is going to have another asteroid whizzzz pass and this one is named TC4.  Some will talk about how we could prepare {{{BIG MENTAL LAUGH}}} and all I can think of is how it is none of my business when the universe reshuffles my shape and of course I got the need to blog a Japanese Haiku Poem in its honour:

TC4

We’d need more than a hard hat

“FORE!” TC tom cat

Pass peaceful pretty dingbat

TC4

Coldplay – Hymn For The Weekend

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Ewe’s lament

Ewe

Sad, sad times, as each child is taken.

It doesn’t have to be this way, as humans really do NOT need to eat the flesh of other sentient beings!  Those poor young mothers, as their children get taken each year and sometimes twice in one year the lambs are grieved, as [Humanity Fails] again and again.

As for farmers and bloody “suppliers”, these are sentient beings NOT a harvest or crop!