Archive for June, 2020

Tuesday 9th June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 9, 2020 by bishshat

COVID-19 total deaths in reality 63.000 plus

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Why Remain

We seldom get around
As though we’re living underground
Our windows shuttered and the blinds well down
We never circulate
We spend our time in contemplating
Why the world continues to go round

With all the bad things
Why remain?
With all the sadness and the pain

We grow things in the yard
It’s easier if you discard
Material possessions like the set
The TV is a bore
We’ve seen the programmes all before
Why bother to repeat them when you get

All the bad things
Why remain?
With all the sadness and the pain

With all the sad things
Why remain?
With all the sadness and the pain

Stuart J. Wolstenholme

 

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Side Show

BJH

I have seen the streets and alleyways
Of a million faceless towns
The camera comes, the camera goes
Filming our blues for the late night news
We gather round
Never searching for our innocence
Our faith, our truth, our love
They’re only there when things go wrong
Filming our blues for the late night news
We gather round

Show us peace and understanding
Brother love for fellow man
Cure us, we are sick from violence
In your sideshow of life

Impartiality is like
A coin they have to spend
The currency of the chosen few
They place their bets
Switch on your sets

There’s world disasters by the minute
They tell us on the hour
And when we think we’ve paid our dues
They’ve filmed our blues for the late night news
We gather round

Show us peace and understanding
Brother love for fellow man
Cure us, we are sick from violence
In your sideshow of life

Sideshow of life

When it’s late at night and you’re all alone
With the one you love
Turn on the late night news and cry
Tears for all the lost and lonely people
Innocents in prime time

Tragedies of our life

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Heart

Pet Shop Boys

Every time I see you something happens to me
Like a chain reaction between you and me
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
If I didn’t love you
I would look around for someone else
But every time I see you
You have the same effect
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Every time I hear your heart beat next to me
I’m in love with you
I mean what I say
I’m in love with you
And you don’t know
What it means to be with you
Every time I see you
No matter what we do
There’s a strange reaction
Can you feel it too?
My heart starts missing a beat
My heart starts missing a beat
Every time
Oh oh oh, every time
Oh oh oh
Every time I hear your heart beat next to me
I’m in love with you
I mean what I say
I’m in love with you
And you don’t know
What it means to be with you
Oh oh oh, every time

Saturday 6th June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 6, 2020 by bishshat

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Frank

In his mind he lost an arm in Vietnam
While serving peanut butter giving all for Uncle Sam
His body had no life as he wavered from his wife
And she looked at him from bluebells under snow
He’s got dinner in his beard all caked thick
As his father often feared
A skull rests on the table by the time
The hands they have fallen
Like his blessed soul that’s crawled on
To a place beyond the stars where he can’t go
He has no medal on his chest
As he did not past the test
He fell short by just six months is what he’d say
In a draw he keeps odd socks
And in his trousers is a fox
That from time to time would travel and would stray
So he’s about to blow his top
And his spinning world will stop
And die a hero in the end hip- hip hoorah

John Bish maybe 1998?

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Friday 5th June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 5, 2020 by bishshat

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Thursday 4th June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 4, 2020 by bishshat

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Byron on his deathbed Joseph Denis Odevaere

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

January 22nd, Missolonghi.  Byron

Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some Volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze
A funeral pile.

The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love, I cannot share,
But wear the chain.

But ‘t is not thus and ‘t is not here
Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now
Where Glory decks the hero’s bier,
Or binds his brow.

The Sword, the Banner, and the Field,
Glory and Greece, around me see!
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,
Was not more free.

Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!

Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy manhood!—unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of Beauty be.

If thou regret’st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here up to the Field, and give
Away thy breath!

Seek out—less often sought than found—
A soldier’s grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy Rest.

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Missolonghi

On this day I complete my 68th year

inspired by Byron’s poem above.

Life has not been easy
For the child that hides
The child that still wants to be seen
The child that shouts look at me
But hides again immediately
The child that stands at the back
That then rushes to the front to try
Only to be still not chosen
The silent child that in excitement raise their voice only to be scolded
The child that achieves small goals every day
Yet the ones that achieve big goals only ever once receive the laurels
Why do we seek such praise?
Why achieve at all?
I am greedy
Love and passion make me strong
I hear a voice call
What you! Surely not
We fool them all with our attempts at shouting we are here
Then when they notice us
Its still never enough
I don’t know why
So many, many years hiding in plain sight
Brings a hidden pain that destroys
Even the strongest

But if we can remain that child
The one that keeps trying the one that achieves those small goals every day
Ones that can give guidance to others that hide
Maybe and only maybe this could be praise enough

John Bish June 4th 2020

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This poem, written on 28 February 1817, was included in a letter to Byron’s friend, Thomas Moore. A quick perusal suggests it’s about the transience of life. But it’s actually about Byron’s terrible hangover during Mardi Gras in Venice. The truth of its composition adds a bit of humor to a brief, melancholy gem.

So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

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Death of Chatterton by Henry Wallis

 

 

Monday 1st June 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 1, 2020 by bishshat

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A Poem for His Birthday

In The Style of Dlyan Thomas

Birthday lock down day 75 Covid 19 pandemic

No field for me today
This June day was scorching
But I never got to see it
The day before I decided to escape the lock down
Day 74
I sent myself to Coventry
Awake early with pains in hands and arms
And a nose bleed this wasn’t unusual
I dealt with nose bleed
At 7am I tried to make tea
But the tea sat going cold in the mugs
I contemplated my situation
The tightness in my neck
I tried hard to shake it off
At 9am the Ambulance arrived with Andy and Dave
Blues and twos and morphine ampoule
Soda Ward Coca Cola
CCU and stent number 4
No consultation they just did it
I heard them calling instructions on stent sizes
I heard them discuss positioning
At 6pm I was Home
Slept till midnight
Birthday Boy needs a wee
Boom- Boom out go the lights
Down and out in the hallway
Sue phoning someone in my delirium
I thought it was Mick who had collapsed
At 1am the Ambulance arrived with Tom and Elly
Blues and twos no morphine ampoule
Soda Ward Coca Cola
No sleep
At 9am home and birthday boy back to bed
My only night out in 75 days was pretty exciting

John Bishop 68 Years old June 1st 2020

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Sunday 31st May 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on June 1, 2020 by bishshat

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I Am

Ming D. Liu

Who am I, you ask?
I am made from all the people I’ve encountered
And all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
The arguments with my parents,
The chattering of young children,
And the warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitchings from cracked hearts,
Bitter words from heated arguments,
Music that gets me through,
And emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from all these people and moments.
That is who I am.