I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A REVOLUTION
I think it’s time for a revolution. I mean a real revolution; not those mickey-mouse ones of African or South American origin, but something like the French or Russian revolutions where a lot of heads and limbs got lopped off – and nobody knows – or cares- even to this day, where the bodies are buried. Harrowed by time, you might say.
The French revolution lasted ten years or so, and was propelled by Napoleon during the expansion of the French Empire, which saw the overthrow of the monarchy, the establishment of a republic, the removal of a lot of heads in the process, and ultimately, and ironically, a dictatorship under Napoleon.
Mind you, it did abolish slavery in the French colonies abroad, as well as expelling religious leaders and executing thousands of aristocrats.
The Russian Revolution came over a century later, and dismantled the Tsarist autocracy and led to the rise of the Soviet Union. It was two revolutions really; the first one seeing the abdication of Emperor Nicholas II and a provisional government installed, and a second one nine months later, seeing the Bolsheviks, led by Vladimir Lenin, seizing power, and ultimately becoming the Communist Party.
Both the French and Russian revolutions were bloody affairs; the Russian royal family were all shot on the orders of Lenin; the French king Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette were guillotined.
So you want a revolution…off with their heads, I say!
SEPTEMBER IS THE LOVELIEST MONTH
September is the loveliest month.
The sky is on permanent fire
The trees painted many colours
Burnished, it seems, with pure desire
In the park, ducks glide silently by
And the always busy seagulls
Coming in to land from on high
Whilst near the dozing oak tree
The squirrels nutmeg each other
Each acorn hoarded
For the soon-to-come cold weather.
Your arm in mine
We stroll down the park
Heading towards the sunset
Home before dark.
Pics from Crawley Irish Festival 26/08/2018
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GOD HAS NO RELIGION
God has no religion
He is neither Christian
Or 100 other so-called faiths
God has no country
Nor is head of any State
Has no Pope
God does not wear robes
Has no Commandments or Sacraments
God does not fight wars
But gave us free will
To fight our own battles
Adam and Eve never existed, except metaphorically
Just like Harry Potter
God is a just God
God does not go to church
God is just God
‘Mr Jones’, said the referee,
‘You cannot kick lumps off
You opponent all the time’.
‘Quite right’, replied Vinny,
‘Occasionally I head-butt ‘em’.
A mere sweeper he was not.
His timely interventions left
A myriad footballing eunichs in his wake.
Prompting the question…
What good are strikers without balls?
I went for a slash
And the whole team followed us
Then stood around in idle contentment
While I shook the last drops from me knob.
We footballers always hunt in packs.
SILENCE AT THE BAR
The old man grimaced and silently imbibed his pint
His withered wife glared her whole life at him
And pointedly moved to a seat
At the far end of the joint
Two sons, forty and finicky,
Silently contemplated the following day’s races
While the daughter and son-in-law,
Long run out of things to say,
Blew smoke in each other’s faces.
Only the children were living;
The girl was chandelier-swinging
And the boy was table-top walking.
“Shhh!” said the mother,
“be quiet you two rascals,
We can’t seem to hear ourselves talking”