Welcome to my poetic blog. Since retiring from banking in October 2017 I have started writing a poem a day. My blog is an outlet to share some of my ramblings. I hope you enjoy my reflections of life.
What if there was no reflection?
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A poem about how we are obsessed, in today’s society, about self image. This poem explores how different it would be if we couldn’t see ourselves.
Today we have visited The Hepworth in Wakefield. We love going to modern art galleries. However we still look at some of the exhibits with a bemused look. Art A stack of arbitrary bricks A messy unmade bed Designless splashes of paint Wood randomly sculpted Stone fashioned indiscriminately What makes this art? Art delivers A vision,an impression, a fashion or imitation Art emotes Affection, reflection, inspiration, or appreciation Art evokes Polarisation, rejection, indignation and condemnation Art is art if it creates a reaction. Follow me @ Facebook: The Retired Bloke Twitter: TheRetiredBloke Instagram: theretiredbloke You Tube: The Retired Bloke
We were having a discussion today about why people are so obese today. I don’t know whether my memory is playing tricks but when I was a kid things like takeaways seemed too expensive. (That was when you could find one!) It feels like all the foods bad for us are now cheap and all the good stuff too expensive. The opposite of what it was when I was a lad! The Shitty Foods Were Too Expensive When I was a lad We couldn’t afford To be fat Except that is for my dad All the shitty food Was far too expensive Everything eaten Seemed to be stewed A simple take away Was a packed lunch No Burger King or Krispy Kreme Tempting us as there is today We had bangers and mash Beans on toast Occasionally a Sunday roast A lovely comforting corned beef hash As a treat we had a Vesta Curry Or a bowl of Angel Delight Sometimes a lovely trifle Only when we had enough money My mum made sure We ate our greens Cabbages sprouts Nothing exotic nothing obscure We couldn’t afford to be fat We simply ate W
As we wait for the outcome of tonight’s Brexit vote I thought I would have a bash at a little Brexit ditty. The Boat is Sinking The boat is sinking What are we thinking Some want to bail Some want to swim Some want to stay Some want to fail The boat is sinking It’ll be soon too late Our options are shrinking There’ll soon be no choice We will be condemned Condemned with no voice We need to be brave See each other’s point of view To avoid an unnecessary watery grave The boat is sinking Have we thought this through? What a disaster What can we do?
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