Voiceless

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Hello

 

Horrific news coming out of Las Vegas in the last 24 hours.  My heart hurts for all those affected, it just seems so senseless; so hard to explain.

I hope minds are changed once and for all about the availability of devices to make guns into automatic weapons, or guns in general, no matter how controversial that may be to say.

It is just not worth the human cost, in my opinion. 

 

Doll  Shocking  Crowd  Near  Voiceless  Succeed  Probable  Defiant  Collect

 

Past the bodies

Doll-limbed

Scattered; more than shocking –

A dispersed crowd,

Ambulances near,

Darkness on a voiceless stage.

 

And they succeed:

Again the probable

Becomes more so.

 

And,

No longer defiant,

We try to collect our shattered thoughts

Around splintered lives

And walk on glass

While crunching numbers:

 

Injured

 

And the dead.

 

 

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Whale

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Hey there!

Today’s Textfixer words seemed rather appropriate! It was a little alarming to hear the rhetoric being bandied about on the news, as I went out to collect Youngest earlier…

 

Drowned  Fumbling  American  Bullet  Desire  Hug  Honey  West  Whale

 

And we watched them

As they drowned in their own egos,

Fumbling with the lives of millions:

An American gaslighter

Veering close to North Korean rocket fuel.

Page is from “Fold Out, Find Out: The Blue Whale” by Philip Steele

 

We wondered:

What bullet would we be biting next?

Whether each man’s desire

To be seen as great

Could have been cowed before this –

 

Can some political ‘hug’,

Or a sweetened deal,

Be enough honey to make

Someone friendly towards the West?

 

Scratch talk of elephants:

At every meeting,

From now on in,

There’ll be a freaking WHALE

Lolling in the background…

 

 

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Hiss

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Hi!

Hiss  Habitual  Favour  Back  Thief   Hurdle  Bag  Numeric  Shaman

The hiss of disapproval
As they sit on benches
Surrounded by habitual pomp
Goaded by others in favour this week.

Those at the back
(Like anywhere) troublemakers
Playing the thief
Of credulity: well.

A clever hurdle here,
A concession in the bag;
Spin that numeric truth thin
Like some talented Shaman…

 

I watched the Prime Minister’s question time (PMQs) today, and I wanted to write about how many MPs stood up and pressed Theresa May about the arrangements for the Grenfell Tower rehousing and investigation.

I wanted to explore how surreal it always is to hear any one of them remark on events that affect ‘ordinary’ people, while the MPs are simultaneously being cocooned by grandeur and tradition within Westminster.

There was a lot of reference to class division having been brought to our attention in the harshest way by the towerblock’s blaze, and how this year and this century should mean that none of it should exist any more.

I listened to the accents, and I noted what my first impressions were. I closed my eyes and took them in, tried not to have my storyteller’s mind fill in parts of the speakers’ biographies straight away – but it was impossible to escape.

We categorise from a very early age. We are taught to. The more life experience we have, the more we learn to read the ‘signs’ when we first meet people. It becomes something we do naturally, it gives us a framework, lets us determine if we are ‘safe’, or how much we will be understood by the other person. We get impressions and feedback from others in a myriad of different ways, and often subconsciously; then change our behaviour accordingly.

This becomes a problem when we take our categorisation further and decide that others deserve less. That their lives are expendable, that steps should be missed out when assuring safety. Although it seems incongruous (and, dare I say, patronising?!) to hear a plummy accent declare that ‘the poor’ and ‘disadvantaged’ in our societies should be treated more humanely, it is indeed even more chilling that the fact does still need to be pointed out!

My generated words only led to a poem about the general workings of the Commons Chamber, but there is a lot more in my head I wish to express!

Later, I watched footage of cladding being taken down from other towerblocks, and the whole thing is beyond scandalous. How can anyone, anywhere justify knowingly endangering lives by using materials, that are proven to be a fire risk, on people’s homes?! I really hope that the investigation is widened to include any company or body that is responsible for knowingly choosing money over lives. I just can’t get my head around the enormity of such a deed, and the price the Grenfell residents have had to pay for that decision.

I fervently hope there are appropriate criminal charges brought to bear after the police investigations.

 

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Ahead

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Hi.

The reports keep coming.  I don’t know how London’s emergency services are supposed to cope, never mind the communities who live there.  I find myself watching the rolling coverage on the BBC a lot more than is healthy, but it is almost like if I take in every detail I will somehow see that there is a meaning to all the recent tragedies.  That I will be able to glimpse some equilibrium and feel comforted? 

But at the same time I don’t wish to be merely consoled, I want to look the chaos in the face and show the grit that those communities do, become mightier by seeing how other people manage it; learn the ultimate resilience.

My heart, once more, is with the afflicted families.  I am so proud of the humanity that is being shown across faiths and class divides, for this is how we all should be.  It proves there is, after all, hope and kindness still circulating in this world.

 

Ahead  Want  Doubt  Toys  Linen  Sad Romantic  Strong  Middle

 

I don’t want to be ever fearful

Of what lies ahead.

I don’t want to doubt

The future of a curly-headed kid:

Happily playing with toys

And hiding random stuff

In my linen baskets.

 

I don’t want to be sad

Every time I turn on the news;

Feeling voyeuristic

As there are Panorama specials

Advertised

That make suffering almost romantic

By adding music.

 

I want to remain strong,

Show my children that:

Things like terrorism can’t win.

We are not in the middle

Of some unimaginable

Slump in humanity –

We’ll get through this…

 

Won’t we?

 

 

 

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Disaster

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Hi

Yet more powerful images in the news today, such raw emotion.  I can only imagine how angry the surviving former residents of Grenfell Tower are beginning to feel. 

It was all too surreal to comprehend at first,  I would think, looking up at the shell of their homes and knowing that this tragedy was forewarned, but its remedy forestalled. 

The class questions this raises are not going to just disappear, and nor should they.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Word  Decisive  Circulate  Offset  Acquit  Roll  Disaster  Aloof  Hilarious

 

They don’t believe a word she says

About being decisive

And working tirelessly

For the common good.

 

As rumours circulate,

And the promised

Is offset by reality;

It is hard to acquit guilt.

 

When hours roll by

And a leader does not share

Solidarity in the face of disaster –

 

Appears aloof,

Stirring anger in her wake –

 

They must be forgiven

For taking to placards and soundbites;

 

Finding platitudes

Ruefully hilarious.

 

 

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Periodic

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Hi

I wrote this poem earlier this afternoon. 

This evening it is a week since the London terror attack, and two days since the close of the UK’s snap election voting window.

I was thinking about how the news has been pretty dominated by the fallout from Thursday, and put the fact that we are on high alert for another terrorist attack somewhat on the back burner.

There have been more prominent reports of where the London investigation has got to, and how Londoners are coping a week on, since I wrote the below, but it was how I felt at that moment in time.

 

Guide  Ignorant  Doubtful  Awful  Befitting  Flag  Bizarre  Periodic  Question

 

…An over-interviewed tour guide

Tired but earnest,

Eager to inform the ignorant

Or doubtful

That this event was indeed awful…

…Silent sweeps of skylines

With, befitting the events,

Each flag hung at half mast…

 

Bizarre that these images

Have been overtaken so quickly

By our not-so-periodic

Flurry of voting

(And the DUP question)

 

Is this refusing to be cowed?

Or just herding more lumps under carpets?

 

It has been a week of extreme scrutiny for London and its people.  It is lovely to see the community coming together to help one another, and keep strong.  As more and more details emerge of last Saturday night, I worry for those living there in the weeks and months to come.  I hope we manage to thwart any new plots against us, and give the UK a bit of breathing space while we sort ourselves out.

 

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Accountable

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Hello!

I once more came to my pen and notebook, hoping to write something about the election. 

I have been watching the coverage on the BBC off and on all day.  I unfortunately had to go to bed early, and not watch the election last night, due to somehow managing to pull a muscle in my left side while lowering myself to lie on the couch (?!) so I’ve been hugging my hot water bottle a lot and moving gingerly!

Again, the generator listened to my subconscious, and gave me fitting words:

 

Promised  Purple  Hook  Accountable  Believe  Afraid  Carrion  Brush  Drugstore

 

But the promised triumph

Lay in tatters by her feet –

Her pride growing purple

From his best hook.

 

Yet she still felt accountable,

Still willing to believe;

Though afraid that the carrion call

Would summon many…

 

She took a moment

To brush down her suit –

Grimaced as she swallowed

A drugstore-full of bitter pills:

 

Caustic fruits of Labour.

 

I am actually very pleased with how the poem turned out 😉

The country will take a bit of work, however!

Interesting times ahead for Britain, it would seem…

 

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Result

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Hello!

I wanted to write a poem about the UK’s snap election, and also allude to the revelations that are coming out of America. 

I was gifted with appropriate generated words, so here goes:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tool  Drain  Virgin  Disappointment  Slant  Fist  Result  Presidency  Customer

 

Our worries: used as a tool

To drain the colour from an opponent’s face.

Who shouts loudest –

Has the best lines –

Will win the play (and day).

 

Nervous teens, poised for their virgin vote,

Already steeped in disappointment:

That adulthood

Did not mean freedom –

No matter which slant one adds.

 

Experienced casters, shake their fist

At the establishment;

Heckle the upstarts

(Are none too happy with any result

Others have come up with)

 

And, as the world cringes

At what the ‘Free World’

Hails a presidency;

It would appear that not many on Thursday night

Will be a happy customer of democracy…

 

It has been a crazy few months on the political front! I know which way I’m voting, but I am apprehensive about how it’ll all turn out for the country…when did I start caring so much, anyway?!

I think I’ll be watching the BBC News Channel a lot again over the next 36 hours or so 😉 good luck, Britain!

 

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Veil

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Hello.

Hubby had mentioned that there seemed to be some incident unfolding in Manchester last night as I was doing bloggy stuff on the PC, and he’d put the news on downstairs for a few minutes.  I grimaced and said that I hoped it was not too serious, but I did not look anything up at that point.

Hubby was working from home today, as he often does on a Tuesday, and we went about our usual school morning business: hugged and cajoled the kids as we always do, made sure that they got into the nursery and classroom on time. 

We didn’t really talk to anybody, as hubby had a 9.30am audio meeting he had to get back for.  I did send a few private messages to some mums on Facebook, but were just talking about what we were up to this morning, and I didn’t really look at my feed.

I turned on my laptop, to start work on some of the post about Rab, and that is when I realised that Hubby had seen the first reports of the terror attack at the Manchester Arena.  It was all over MSN.

I tried to avoid reading into anything too deeply at that time, but the changing headlines were updating me as I worked. 

I walked down to get Youngest (one of my lovely mum friends picking me up on the way) and watched him frolicking about with a nursery pal, and I chatted to the boy’s father.  Hubby came to get us and ran around with the kids a little more, before we went back home for lunch.

Only then did I watch the news properly.  My heart just breaks for the loved ones left behind! It was, and is, just too horrific to fully take in.  What hit me the hardest was the fact that so many families are still searching for their loved ones after the attack, and that young people were targeted so ruthlessly.  I would never wish that on anyone, no matter how angry I was at the world, or how suicidal.

It was achingly bittersweet to hear of all the help that was offered in the aftermath, however.  It is always important to focus on how good people are at rising to challenges – how no matter what the community can be useful and comforting in little ways.  It always makes me realise that everything is not lost, and that I could and would act the same in dire circumstances.  The majority of humans, thankfully,  have a capacity for good that far outweighs their darker elements.

I had a nice snuggly nap with Youngest on the couch, and hugged Eldest extra tight when he came home with Hubby.  I wish I could let them all know unequivocally the depth of my love for them, to safeguard against that day when I may not be able to tell them again, that day that we all dread when we love people that much…

When I saw ‘shame’ and ‘secret’ come up, it sparked a poem about last night.  I always wonder about people who commit such carnage, about how they justify it to themselves and keep going with their plan. There is lots in the media about not being angry, or letting it stop us doing things we love.  I’d want answers if I was a bereft parent, and yet never be able to question the killer.  I would find that part the hardest to get past.

 

Screw  Relieved  Veil  Afternoon  Shame  Feigned  Secret  Nest  Intend

 

It takes more than just a loose screw

To pack a bag full of destruction,

And walk among them there.

 

To feel relieved that no one guessed,

That your veil of deceit

Lay undetected.

 

To not have second thoughts

Weeks before.  Or ‘chicken out’

That afternoon.

 

To not be plagued by shame

That such thoughts even

Entered your head.

 

What hatred of humanity

To have feigned decency…

Lived shoulder to shoulder…

 

While, in a secret nest somewhere,

All was black and wicked.

 

You: smiling upon your work,

As their fate you fashioned?

 

No mercy did you ever intend.

 

Youngest went in the bath first, and came through all soggy-haired and pink to tell me about the many new toys in the nursery that he’d suddenly remembered about.  They’ve been raising funds recently.

“Dere a new goo-illa (gorilla) game…da old one needed sellotape cos it was bwoken…if not healfy, or dust a tweat, goes to gweedy goo-illa, if is healfy it goes on your bo-waard.”  Apparently, Youngest and his pal were having great fun feeding the gorilla things they wouldn’t like: “we sayin’ ‘I don’t want dis, I don’t want dat!!’” The memory of it, and accompanying gestures, made him chuckle, which set me off!

There was also a ‘Ma-bul Wun’ (Marble Run) where one “put da ma-bul at da top and it slides down and it twists because dere’s a spinny fing at da bottom”; and ‘Noo Wooden Twain Twacks’ – “oo know what twain twacks do!”

New “taw-a-ches” (torches) for the woodwalk also featured; “but I don’t fink day will open dem tomorrow” (he is going on the woodwalk with hubby tomorrow).

I read the boys another chapter of the 10th Famous Five book, and cuddled them both until they were nearly asleep, trying not to cry all over them. They are so beautiful, and I really hope they get to have the long and happy lives all parents wish for their children.

I am just so sorry we live in a world where a minority feel they have the right to take, in the most vile ways possible, a family’s right to grow and love and be together.  Manchester, I stand and cry with you.

 

 

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Settle?

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Hello 🙂

From Randomlists

There was only one topic that popped into my mind when I read ‘oval’ and ‘press’ in the generated words tonight.  As I watch rolling news reports on the BBC News 24 channel, I come back to these ponderings quite a bit.  Who knew I’d be caring about politics so much in my late thirties?!  There does seem to be a lot of it about these days…

 

 

Heal  Public  Settle  Oval  Abrasive  Base  Chop  Talented  Press

 

It must be hard to heal

From such a public loss,

And settle back into life

As if nothing had happened.

 

Watch some crass buffoon

Squat in the Oval Office;

(Being deliberately abrasive,

But getting away with it)

 

Some days, you must get up

And wonder if it was all

Some figment.  If it mattered.

Whether being that base would have been easier!

 

Do you feel like a limb

Was left behind,

And that you know exactly

Who made the chop?

 

You were always so talented

At coming across as decent and measured.

You genuinely cared.

Never picked fights with the press.

 

Is God still blessing you guys?

Has your head been out of your hands, lately?

 

Notebook scribbles, in a fetching shade of blue.

Incredibly, I read this to hubby and typed it out, then hopped on to Google to see what Obama has been up to, and realised that today he has given his first public appearance since Trump took over!  How weird is that?! (I had not seen that on the news today)

Remember, the generators are random, I ask for nine words and alternate between four generators throughout the week…what are the odds that ‘oval’, ‘abrasive’ and ‘press’ would pop up on this generator today?  Are the algorithms rigged? Hmmmm…

The article suggests that Obama will not be answering my queries anytime soon, but it says a memoir has been started 😉 should be interesting…

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