The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
A short story for kids as Susie Swan saves the wood from General Snail…
This is about my father County Councillor John Wilson a native of Scale House Farm Galgate Lancaster who died in 1973 suddenly age 44 yrs wouldn’t mind it read out sometime sadly missed.
God preceded time, we invented divisions of time. As we evolved but we need not think of ourselves as clever, it is when one goes to sleep discovery is made being conscious in a troubled world is burdensome and extreme, we find peace somewhere else, some are yet to discover. Remember we are all transient beings much of our own invention and reinvention in a living world. No man is above another. We are driven, driven by primordial instinct. It is difficult to achieve but very easy to forget in a vortex of emotions.
In 1957, the Prime Minister, Harold Macmillan told a Conservative rally in Bedford that the people of the UK had never had it so good. It may seem as though we are more distant than ever from the days of the post-war boom, just before the swinging sixties crashed into the seventies and on to the demolition of industry under Thatcher. For example, now more than 100,000 people have lost jobs due to the impact of the government’s response to the corona virus pandemic. Young people see dreams crushed due to failings in the exam system and the prospect of a no deal Brexit is written about in the pen of the doom-mongering journalists.
Yet, I will argue that, despite the tragic trail of the virus, we have, in fact, never had such a great opportunity to reflect, rebuild and restore this country as a centre for industry and to build a much fairer and more socialist state. We need the government to commit to a policy of buying British; supermarkets to be encouraged to invest in UK produce, which is guaranteed by stringent UK quality control. Our universities have shown magnificent flair in working towards finding a vaccine for the virus and distance learning opportunities have flourished. We need to invest further into research opportunities and technology. With technology comes all the requisite sub-industries and trades. Our young people are willing to work and need apprenticeships that lead to jobs. The care sector can flourish if its staff are paid better for the hard work they undertake. Yet this renaissance needs to be centrally controlled.
Now we have left the EU and learnt how unwise it is to have a country that depends so greatly on the service sector, we can repair the damage done over the past fifty years. In 1957, we may have had a flourishing economy, but it flourished largely because nationalised services and industries formed the backbone of the economy and led to a robust infrastructure. If we aim towards the instigation of a more socialist government with a policy for egalitarian investment and nationalisation then once again, we can have it good we can have it very good indeed.
Hidden planets coming in and out of view like a pulse trying to project it’s will and pursuing a formation line to existences and realities yet to be revealed. To contest the smugness of solitary earth now on its way to none existence. The world’s in waiting, yet to come new stars are busy and waiting for many skies and many sun’s with energy to grow the many life streams waiting to inhabit other worlds when all will be revealed under many new skies and many waiting to be born. Some already steering to revelations to come.
State of mind for this day how is it are we stable, do we make sense in a world with less oxygen than the day before, are you sitting down are you breathing, I would like to know you are being counted down to the second this second. How is it this minute, I mean this moment of spaceships and battles beyond the chair in which I sit waiting for signals of instruction and the bolt lightening from dense charged atmosphere. I’m expecting something, a being told so, it would be today, yes today, this day I go on a journey that is not for you. One must stay for another day in the second, in the minute, for on the hour. I leave they are waiting, hiding, hiding where I know not but I have been told yes, and to be still then goodbye.
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Judith’s her name, she’s red hot. I thought you’d like to know. Straight from the sixties that’s reassuring I thought you’d like to know she’s safe, she’s predictable, I thought you’d like to know like a fender Stratocaster. I thought you’d like to know like Edgar Wallace turning in tobacco smoke. I thought you’d like to know I’m almost done I enjoyed myself with Judith you know she lives now and has a story of you. I thought they’d like to know who are they in uniforms, I thought you would like to know they are called bobbies, you must have guessed I thought you’d like to know. Knock three times if you want me, I’m ready and waiting, oh er we have flashing lights and flashbacks, who was Judith I can’t remember but you soon will respect her memory. Hello, hello, you’ve just been caught my son.