Out Damn Spot.

Today  a grease stain was found on the sofa😱. It was not caused by me or hubby but a guest. Personally I would have left it until tomorrow and used the talc powder remedy. But hubby is impetuious. …. Now it is worse. To destress I have written three Haiku.

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Stain on the leather

Out, out damn spot, it won’t go.

It’s there forever.

It’s hard to believe

How much this made hubby grieve

Stress making me sieve!

Damn, damn greasy stain

Here now to stay what a pain

HUBBY! Leave it now!

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how do you cope with constant contradictions and repeated questions? Living with Alzheimers is a real challenge for the Carer. I’m sure there are many of you out there who understand how I feel. some days are better than others but I find the weekends the worst. I suppose that is because everyone seems to have somewhere to go or something to do on the weekend and I don’t!!

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What time are we going home.

What time are we having tea

A question now often asked of me

Are going out shopping  today

We’ve already been,what can I say.

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How long do I cook the beans 

What’s the time, more and more

I know that you are still in there

Slipping away slowly, it’s not fair.

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There is sometimes a light in your eye

Are you remembering days gone by

It so strange you still look the same.

Slipping away, life’s a cruel game.

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What time are we going home

You can stay I shall go alone.

Stay and have cup of tea with me

There’s​ nowhere to go, we’re home you see.

Email from Mother Earth.

A poem  for  Earth  day. I wrote  this  a  couple  of  years  ago.

Just  a timely  reminder  that  we  need  to respect , love and  look after  our  mother  earth. Sorry  i  think it is  a day  late!

Email  from  Mother  Earth  for  Earth  Day.

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Can you hear me son can you hear my voice.

Can you hear me daughter can you catch my words before you have no choice.

Did you read my emails do you check them out

I have phoned you many times, the fact that I have tried to warn you is not doubt.

Did you read my letters son did you read and weep. Have you received my postcards  daughter.

They did not have the answers that you seek.

I carved it on the gate posts and  the walls.

I have hire out huge bill boards with letters 20ft tall!

I have screamed and I have shouted. I have made an almighty fuss

But no one is listening is there no one out there who wants to put me first.

Mother Nature’s Pain

Mother nature’s weeping, mother nature full of pain

You  have not been listening to her you have let her down again.

The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring

The snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.

You are heading for another drought your reservoirs are almost dry

Still leaks from your water  mains  in the streets and I am asking why!!

The animals all suffer and fauna and flowers too

It is starting with the the smaller things but soon to suffer it will be you.

This beautiful green planet that you live in

Is drying up to dessert have you not noticed a thing.

I have warned you till I horse and dropped hints as large as Tsunami and Earthquakes

I am so tired and you just ignore me have any idea how sad, me that makes.

Listen to her.

Stop all you selfish clambering and look at what you are doing.

You are melting my ice caps and heading for rack and ruin!

I can only do my best like any loving mother can

But your are not just naughty children you are the race Human.

So hear my voice and listen good, this is your only chance

To save my life and enhance yours, to stop my final deaths’ dance.

Song Lyric Sunday: Pain. Meantime Imogen Heap.

Helen Espinosa  of  This  Life  one  step  at a time  has  set  us  the  task  of  fining  a  song  about  Pain  for  our Song Lyric  Sunday.

Part of the lyrics of Meantime by Imogen Heap and Guy Sigsworth.

The purity in dreaming,
the meantime is a quarentine,
suppose there is no difference 
and phone sex is eternal love

the promise in our yearning 
the meantime is a quarentine 
and the body parts can mix
when you fail to make her hard 

and you’ll never find out if this ones love
once you’ve dried out a river 
And you’ll never found out if this one’s love
So take my heart in the mean time

This to me this is one of the saddest of songs. A young Imogen Heap  with  Guy Sigsworth wrote about the pain of pretend love, love for sale that  is  experienced  by  young  and  old  in  the  quest  for  that  one  true  love . The cheapness and depressing aspect to sex that  often  rears it’s  head  before  love  arrives. Let’s face it sex is not love but both love and sex can cause a lot of pain. Love is  a  killer, it is unkind  it  enjoys  your  pain. We  are  all if  we  are  honest yearning  for  the  one  love  until  we  find it. Some  never  find  it and  often  those  who  do  do  not  take  care of  it and  crush  it  carelessly  like  a butterfly.

So  the  question  is  in  the  last  verse  of  the  song.

Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one

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