Book Launch

Hello all.

It’s been a long time.

Just thought I would hurl a preliminary post out there to see if any of you are left and this blog site is still active?

I have finally finished my novel and will be launching it on Kindle in the next week or so. Follow this site for updates and more information.

Let me know if you are still out there (short / sarcastic / caustic / insulting comments) and watch this spaceā€¦..

 

Thank you

 

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Mobile telephones – poem

Mobile Phones – a midnight rant.
(freeform unedited poetry)

HEAD DOWN IN SHAME

    You tube, you porn, you rot away,
    Facebook, grace took, retina display.
    Google, gag on http and ham soup,
    Twit your brain down into gigabyte gloop

    Text, predictive,
    L
    O
    L
    Shorten bandwidth, broaden hell
    Favourites, email, apps, returned call
    Down will come handsfree (cradle and all)

    FaceTime,
    Not face to face time.
    Siri,
    Don’t say.
    Compete,
    Whine online.
    No conversation
    Or play.
    Blog,
    Rate,
    Like,
    Recharge
    And Bookmark.
    Kindle your fire
    (to read in the dark.)

    Tablets and handhelds and wifi and pics.
    Bluetooth and waterproof and camera clicks.
    Headaches and hand aches, rsi and no laughs.
    No bite, no water fights and no framed photographs.

    Just a retinal burn,
    The tired cursor, blinks and waits
    For your last clever blog,
    Your software updates.

    And you’ll sit,
    And you’ll sit,
    And you’ll wait for the beep,
    The sounds of your life
    That resounds in your sleep.

    A concoction of misery, an implosion of home,
    Look down, be ashamed of your mobile phone.

Laws of Blogging 3 – Copying

Not mine, but so good
My thoughts drip to flood
To copy you a poem from a worn out book.

It’s sad that I should plunder
Another cloud’s thunder
But my words are far too simple and easy to overlook.

For my words sometimes fail me
Or like fanfares can hail me
Mine – rhymes of flatlines, theirs – of how the earth shook.

But to impress you I lose
The desire to choose
To copy you a poem from a worn out book.

Television – image without imagination

As I get older and broader they conversely get more shiny and thinner.

Televisions are like the opposite of me. They are contradictory little (or big) so and so’s.


My tan fades – their colours just get brighter.
They look good backlit – My split ends affro just makes me look like I have left a failed audition for Shaft (I am not da man.)
As I get more broadminded with experience and through the realisation that I don’t really know anything for sure – the pap they channel into our heads gets more narrow and one tracked.
I try and be diverse and original – they are all about repeats.
I try and be diverse and original – they are all about repeats.
I think the right to vote is important, whatever you do with it, until I watch all of those reality TV shows that try to make you vote for some school kid from Liverpool singing ‘Earth Song’ because it reminds him of his dead Nan’s Hamster (Benji.)
I live in a world where words rule – television is all about image without imagination.

That said – I have just bought a new 46 inch LED set, so I can watch Game of Thrones as it was meant to be seen.
Square, 3D active eyes – here I come. Whoop whoop.

Benji RIP

Laws of Blogging 2 – Why blog?

Snogging – never got one because of a blog (though a ‘like’ is almost as good.)

Flogging – few of us will ever make money at this (and there are a lot of dead horses on here too.)

Jogging – run through somebody’s mind all day by mentioning the muppet theme song so they can’t get it out of their head.

Clogging – hoping to clog up the Internet with our overbrimming verbosity.

Logging – a diary that anyone can read and misinterpret.

Dogging – a dodgy sexual practice here in England that I would neither condone or prohibit (and is very difficult in a mini – car or skirt – so I have heard!)

Hogging – filling everyone else’s inbox with rhyming trivial lists.

I’m out. Anymore?