Second Happiest

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If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first?

 

And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star,

and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes

Babergh the fourth happiest place.

 

What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,

is that we live, now, in the age of reversals. And, if an A* is

now a grade 10, then to be the second happiest, must really

be to be the next step up from – the saddest. 

 

‘Barbergh is almost the most-miserable place in the UK’, claims

Babergh blogger.

 

But, this blogger, being extraordinary, and not going by the name

of Fiona Bruce, is happy, triple-starred, and second to none.

 

Copyright of text, and photo, owned by Babergh’s

most-extraordinary-trumpet-blower, Jay Cool,

April 2019

 

To find out more about what Babergh has to offer, read ‘Chilled in Chilton’.

 

 

Gaslit

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Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts,

gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead

up ……………… and I shine across ————————–>  borders.

me

lights

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Image by calimiel from Pixabay

Roller Coaster Toxicity

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Twenty-three years of riding,

elevated up and dropped right down;

in the twenty-fourth year,

I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape.

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Image by stokpic from Pixabay

Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets

Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post.

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‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like.

‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’

Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like.

Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders

roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor.

My hands become aware of themselves and, having acquired consciousness, flop;

limp and ragged, feather-duster-like, they swipe at my marbles on the floor.

The marbles, touched by the beingness of it all, roll. They roll and they see, and they roll

some more – until they score. No longer barking, she yelps – howling, wolf-like, rocking

on her haunches. Rocking and rolling – all marble-like. Rolling on, and right up to

its feather-duster swiper. My fingers, now strengthened by the wisdom of leathery

knowledge, pick up a marble, old, and a marble, new, popping them, fizzy-like, into

my sockets. Seeing it all, I right myself, standing up, straight and tall –

all smug-like!

 

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Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay

In the Fullness of My Mind

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My mind being full, I am no less than its whole, and

no more than that, there being no scope for overflow,

no gutters, pipes or drains to wash away the fullness of

me. There are, of course, fools with less, who will fear,

always, the completeness of the fullness of the minds

of the mindful. Full and complete of mind,  I am more

than the lessness of the fearful, and remain – my mind

full – mindful. An untapped, and mindful, mind of a my

own. An ungutted and untapped minefield, a fieldful of

mindness.

 

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Image by Scott Warburton from Pixabay

Feet Filling

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Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness;

he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to

fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and

heels, that may, or

may not

belong to his own self.

 

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Image by ErikaWittlieb from Pixabay

Not Nothing

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We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts

pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to                   stand by

and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs

committed by those who know everything, but see

nothing, would be wrong, even though we see

that to say something, is to invite all of the wrongness

to take out all of its nothings on something,

and knowing that the something is

us. And knowing that we are not                                                        nothing.

 

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Misalignment

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Has to be someone who won’t toe the line;

someone with a brain that won’t align

its views and ambitions with those in time

who see a ladder and recklessly climb.

 

Who is that someone who will not follow

fish hijacking views not easy to swallow?

 

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Image by Dean Moriarty from Pixabay

Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig

Disclaimer: If you choose to purchase, via the link to Amazon, the book associated with this poem, I will receive a commission – at no cost to yourself.

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Image by silviarita from Pixabay.com

Today.

Today, as I await my special breakfast, my special for-being-a-mother breakfast,

I will read all of the books I bought yesterday –

well, perhaps just one of the four, but not

before

I’ve finished reading the book I bought last month, the short read that I’m still

reading, and that not until I’ve checked my emails, and

before

I check my emails, I just need to check out whether I’m really related to all the

Deveys in Pattingham, or

not, and in between that, in between the checking, I must take a quick look at my

blog, and check the stats, which – are low – therefore,

before

getting on with reading Matt Haig, it must be time, I feel, to write another quick

poem, and

here it is, but

before

I publish it, I just need to check out Pixabay for a picture to marry up with

it

with this, my poem, and

the product of my own little bit of this ‘nervous planet’.

 

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Inspired by two thirds of Matt Haig’s book, ‘Notes on a Nervous Planet’, which can be purchased by clicking through to Amazon via the image below. Disclaimer: If you make a purchase, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself.

 

Mindfulness

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My mind is full of the

things I mind about,

and I mind.

Mind you, to have

less in my head of the things I mind about would be to be something less than myself,

and that I really would mind.

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