Upcycle old mags

So a lot of old magazines did not sell in the charity shop.  So I went through them to check and a lot were the same size and I started thinking…

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It ends up with some unfinished upcycling sitting there for another day, and I’m cool with that.

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Stuffed Get

People buy new stuff and then dump it (rinse and repeat).  A lot of stuff doesn’t ever go away.   A lot of it can be used or repurposed or recycled.  Yet it gets dumped and the land fills with what could have been, and the land fills with what could have been, and the landfills are unseen, and the land fills with what could have been (rinse and repeat).

Stuffed GetStuffed Get 

The proceeds of wants, while haves and little greeds,

Sit closely by the checkout,

While the here’s already and great big needs,

Lay desperately by the without.

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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!

 

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.

 

 

Aha?

question markMaybe I’m a poet

 

You know the type of moment,

The one that says “I see”,

It’s the time you get it in your head,

question mark..Of what your niche might be.

 

I’ve had one of those moments,

Looking at a piece of art,

question mark.,Inspired to write a poem,

From imagination and the heart.

 

Bexy

 

Maybe a poet

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