Good Morning
Good morning. SMILE
Don’t start your day with broken pieces of yesterday. Each day is a fresh start. Each day is a new beginning. Each day we wake up is the start of a new day.
SMILE OF THE DAY – do it !
The day before yesterday I watched a TV documentary which had be riveted to the scene for its full ninety minutes. It was called Blitz Spirit telling the truth behind the London Blitz in World War Two and how Churchill’s Government hid the true feelings of people in order by way of its propaganda machine to try and raise morale. The truth of the bombing was hidden from the nation in a way that would have made Doctor Gobbles proud.
Democracy is just a fiction, it is nothing more than a platform for the little people who think they are important to play politics. For a very long time I have said that the conservative party has no understanding of the REAL people at the end of their policies. The labour party fully understands but believes REAL people are only there to be played politics with.
Can we trust our present government ? If it has a propaganda machine and I hope it does not Doctor G would probably have all of its members put up against a wall and shot.
Another TV programme that held me riveted was The Book Thief from Markus Zuak’s novel.
There is no god, of course there is not, but I do believe in Destiny. In my bits and pieces of writing I have taken the Egyptian thinking of a sprit which is called the Ka and woven some simple tales around it. I have now started drafting a story where I combine Destiny and the Ka, inspired by The Book Thief and government propaganda into a story I will call DESTINY’S SERVANT. This is my opening draft:
They say you never hear the bullet that kills you. I heard it and I saw it, I saw it as clear as a summer’s day. This was not a summer’s day, it was Friday 3rd November 1916 cold dark and uninspiring in every way a young man like myself could think. I did think, I thought a lot. When would this war be over ? When would this battle be over ? What was so important about this damn river ? Had anyone beyond where we were ever heard of the cursed River Somme ?
Can mud become a vapour like water turns into steam ? It did for me and for me and for all of us in The Fifth Army Reserve. I need to correct that, a couple of weeks ago The Fifth Army Reserve became The Fifth Army but what’s in a name when you kill and are killed ?
The bullet came through the vapourised mud at the speed of a snail meandering its way across a garden path but I could move out of its sight. As it moved slowly closer to me I heard it, a bullet once it is fired makes no sound but I heard it coming. That is not true, I heard a voice speak around its progress.
“Come with me, I have work for you to do.”
Who said that ? A bullet fired from a gun to kill a man can not speak but this bullet was speaking. Could those around me hear the words ? Although my bullet and I were moving slowly the rate at which my friends were falling dead around me was not by any means slow. One after one their own personal bullets of destiny ceased their advance. The Fifth Army, Reserve or the real thing, would soon be the one fifth army.
“Are you ready Private Ashbrige ? I have much work for you to do.”
Could I decline the offer ? Who was speaking ? I wasn’t the bullet, it was just the horn like on a phonograph. His Master’s Voice. I was not the master, that was someone else and neither was the voice it was my task to listen. Could I listen when the bullet hit me, when I was dead ?
Would it hurt ? Death ? Would it be painful ? I did not think it would be. My family, how would they receive the news of my death ? When would they receive the news of my death ?
Let’s
now find out what was happening ON THIS
DAY.
26th
February 1952; Vincent Massey is sworn in as the first Canadian born Governor
General of Canada. IF I LIVED IN A FORMER CORNER OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE ANYWHERE
I WOULD NOT WANT ANYONE AS HEAD OF STATE BUT A NATIONAL OF MY COUNTRY.
26th
February 1960: A New York bound Alitalia airliner crashes into a cemetery in
Ireland killing thirty-four people.
26th
February 1966: The first launch of the Apollo Saturn 1B Rocket.
26th
February 1980: Egypt and Israel establish full diplomatic relations.
26th February 1995: The UK’s oldest banking institution, Barings Bank, collapses.
And basically THAT’S IT !
Now this poetry stuff. You may think what I am writing is rubbish but I just can not stop verses imploding my mind. Correct that, a poet writes from the heart, I can not stop verses imploding my heart.
While thinking about my plot for DESTINY’S SERVANT last night this happened.
FOR KING, COUNTRY AND DEATH:
He served his country and his king,
Because that’s what his generation did,
He and ten million more.
Some survived the war
But all were dead.
Some have graves and some have not.
Just numbers not even names.
They served their king, they served their country
because that’s what they did.
They gave their lives and everyone died.
EXTINCTION:
Nature has such beauty it
would like to share,
Blind
is he who can not see,
Sad is
she who does not see:
The little
bird as it pecks seed on the garden table.
The
squirrels chasing overground.
Even
the butterfly although a rare sight today.
The
cuckoo calling in the Spring,
Oh
sorry ! I forgot the cuckoo man has made extinct.
How many poems have I written since my first less than a week ago on Saturday 20th February ? I think seven, perhaps eight.
I am thinking I will put everything together and publish a collection on Amazon. How many poems will I need ? Fifty perhaps. At two a day I may be able to publish something by the end of next month. Next month starts on Monday.
I have an idea to write something called POLITICS THE VILE VOMIT OF SOCIETY but that could never come from my heart and I need to block it from my head.
What should not be blocked but is being blocked each and every day are the REAL people behind the figures. Yesterday another 9,985 new cases of china virus. How are they feeling ? How are their loved ones coping ? 323 deaths which the government would have us all skip over without honouring the REAL people and sending love to their families and all who cared for them.
As I write these diary pages each and every day I wonder if before I come to the end of my diary on 31st December 2021 there will ever be a zero figure to report. When you open my time capsule on 1st January 2021 will there be anyone left on Planet Earth to perform the task ?
Nature has such beauty it would like to share,
Blind is he who can not see,
Sad is she who does not see:
The little bird as it pecks seed on the garden table.
The squirrels chasing overground.
Even the butterfly although a rare sight today.
The cuckoo calling in the Spring,
Oh sorry ! I forgot the cuckoo man has made extinct.
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