Time lines

I am going to try and remember to get into the habit of posting a time stamp of when certain poems have been written, so you can get a time-line.

I think that could be very valuable or at least a valuable insight.

Because as I have mentioned a couple of days ago, I don’t always post poems immediately when written for that day – there are sometimes delays.  Some days a poem will be up on my blog and it is a dark poem but I might actually be happy that day and some people misunderstand that today is not a dark day, which was a dark moment, days or even weeks ago and this was a scheduled post.

So I think it’s important to start sharing when I have written things.

From now onwards I will do that – but bear in mind that there are at least twenty poems pre-scheduled to be posted that I don’t remember when they were written, so we have to just go with it for a while

Thanks for reading! 

Henry’s Dinner

For ages Henry my twelve year old son (thirteen in May) has wanted to buy his own full ingredients to cook his own dinner entirely on his own without help, including pudding – he saved up his money for a month to do this because the food he wanted was quite expensive.

He did it all successfully and I am proud of him, the only thing was that he didn’t want to share what he cooked with the rest of us – he wanted it to be his and his only, though he allowed small samples to taste for everybody.

He made a homemade chunky tomato sauce with chilli, fried himself up a steak and ate it with rice and mixed vegetables.  For his pudding he baked a peanut butter sponge cake and gave himself a side of strawberry ice-cream to go with that.

I am proud of him – his chunky tomato sauce tasted like unsweetened Doritos salsa; it was almost identical in fact, though the vegetables were chunkier and there was a lot of spice in it but not overbearing.

I had a small bite of his peanut butter sponge cake too, it was nice actually – I was surprised I liked it because I hate peanut butter on bread and cakes usually – I love peanut butter on cookies or fruit and vegetables, but never on breaded products.  It was a pleasant surprise.

Paul was at a loss because he was absolutely forbidden to interfere at all and that was very difficult for him and you could see the stress in him.

Henry got himself a basic recipe for cake mixture off the internet, everything else was experimental – I was shocked at how professional it was and how the flavours didn’t clash at all!

Being a cook is one of the four things Henry keeps thinking about being when he leaves school – though he is sure that right now he is going to be an accountant with a side-line in politics as a local MP until he can make it quite high up the ladder, then give up accountant work for politics full time – he also has an interest in acting, but mostly Shakespearian theatre work or musicals.

Henry has a dream of either being the finance minister or prime minister or both eventually.

I will say it again, I am proud of my boy!

Thanks for reading! 

Stinky dog deposit

I remember the cacophonous laughter of all the nags in my life

Picking and tweaking, jibbering and jabbering with their speaking

Tearing fingers and knives into my heart making wounds

Sometimes in spoons they take my faith of man away

Take my dreams to laugh and play

And threw them into a dark room

Locked up and lost the key

Wondering who will come and save me?

Make me remember the time before

They closed me in and shut the door

Called me an evil dark whore

And fed me lies and nail like words

Saying I am strange and absurd

A forgotten thing left in a closet

Like some stinky dog deposit

To this day I don’t know what caused it

But to this day my life’s been shit