Filed under: autism, disability, Poetry, Writing | Tags: headache, NaPoWriMo, pain, poetry
Today I’m not recording, not up to it. This is the explanation.
Awoke this morning thumping in my head,
Hammering, hammering held me in bed.
“Do not try to get up!” The voices said.
At least the pain tells me I am not dead.
Through the day body sore and my eyes red,
Drumming in my head and my legs like lead,
I wanted to work, I suffered instead.
I faced the day with a head full of dread,
Discomfort and discord before me spread.
Painkillers taken, but still hurts my head.
The day shall soon be done, and back in bed
Shall I be with nothing done, nothing read,
Nothing written, I can’t follow my thread.
Tomorrow recovered, I’ll push ahead,
But for now I’ll take my head back to bed!
Filed under: disability, Justice, Politics, Scotland | Tags: NHS, public sector, SNP, TTIP
Concerned about the impending Transatlantic Trade agreement, I asked my local SNP candidate what his party’s attitude is. His anger confirms me further in my decision to vote SNP.
“ Dear Rory
Thanks for getting in touch about the SNP and Scottish Government
position on TTIP, and particularly the proposed Investor State Dispute
The SNP Scottish Government is not convinced that Investor State
Dispute Settlement is needed. Disputes between investors and the state
should be settled in domestic courts.
I agree with the SNP’s view that TTIP must not include anything which
enables companies to sue because they disagree with democratic public
policy. Governments must be free to act and regulate in the public
The First Minister and SNP Leader Nicola Sturgeon has stated that she
strongly opposes the inclusion of public services in TTIP, that she
has big concerns about the rights of corporations to sue governments
(ISDS), and that she opposes any agreement that has terms like that
included in it. At First Minister’s Questions on 4th December, Nicola
Sturgeon said: “I will fight tooth and nail against any moves to
privatise the NHS in Scotland by the back door, and if the TTIP
agreement ever put that threat, it would be opposed strongly by this
The SNP are concerned by the lack of transparency of the negotiations
process on TTIP. The Scottish Government has made several
representations to the UK Government and the European Commission on
TTIP to make concerns about the national health service and public
services very clear. While both have responded saying that TTIP does
not pose any threat to the NHS, the public and the Scottish Government
must see the final legal text of any agreement to be fully assured
that this is true.
I hope this helps and if you’d like any further information, please
don’t hesitate to get in touch.”
Get in touch? I’ll get out and canvas!
Filed under: disability, Poetry, Writing | Tags: death, NaPoWriMo, poetry, weather, winter
Perhaps it is a British thing that although this Easter Sunday is beautifully sunny, the weather still preys upon my psyche. Today’s poem is about one of those commonplace tragedies that occur in any winter.
A Winter’s Tale
The rain that reigned supreme over the winter
Won from us no thanks, nor the snow that fell
Upon the fell and brought the frost that killed
The young shoots and the, tree bound, owl’s hoots chilled.
Occasional blue skies could not disguise
That down in the dell all was not well.
We could not tell for whom the church bell tolled
Some poor soul taken by the damp and the cold.
We were later told that the man was old
And unwell after he fell upon the ice.
Before it began to rain again, for fuel
Forth he fared, but winter can be cruel.
He had a slip, slid and smashed his hip.
Unable to rise, he lay beneath the skies,
His wails drowned by rain and hail as well.
As far as they could tell, where he did slip
He lay for days, cold as the ground into
Which they laid him neath the roots that winter.
Filed under: autism, disability, Gardening, Poetry, Scotland, Writing | Tags: gardens, NaPoWriMo, poetry, seasons, Spring, summer., winter
It is NaPoWriMo Day 4 and the weather has been beautiful. A cursory examination of the garden reveals the magnitude of the task before me, but on such a beautiful day out I’d impossible not to be happy. I wrote a poem and here it is.
Made Summer (NaPoWriMo Day 4): https://youtu.be/02D0uRtME4k
At last the winter of our discontent
Is past, and I do not care where it went.
Enough now to be rid of ice and snow,
‘Twas rough, I felt that it would never go,
But now it seems at last that Spring is here.
Somehow Spring Equinox marks the new year
Rather than Christmastide and Hogmanay’s
Palaver. It is the lengthening day
That brings the hope of summer to my heart,
Where springs anticipation of the start
Of sunny mornings and warm afternoons
And some evening drinks beneath the moon.
My thoughts turn once again to gardening,
I ought to have some seedlings hardening,
There’s leaves to sweep, weed ridden ground to clear
It grieves me that there’ so much work this year,
But should I wish to enjoy summer’s sun
I would need to get my garden work done.
And when the garden is tidy and neat,
It’s then I shall drink beer and take a seat
And rest knowing that my time was well spent
And best, in that rest and thought, be content.
Made Summer (NaPoWriMo Day 4): https://youtu.be/02D0uRtME4k
The second day of NaPoWriMo, another poem, another video on You Tube. I hope my speech problems irritate you less than they do me.
My Cat (02/04/2015)
My cat speaks English very well,
But he understands much more.
Every morning in the kitchen,
He stands and says, “Out?” by the door.
Some people say I imagine things,
But I know that it is true.
I know it in that special way
That only cat owners do.
It’s not in his posture or his look,
Or that I can read him like a book;
I know you’ll say I’m being absurd,
But he really does say the word.
He says, “Out!” very clearly and plain,
And whenever he says, “Out!”
I let him out again;
And again and again and again!
I don’t want to be unkind,
But sometimes I really do wish
That he would make up his mind.
Another word he uses,
He must have learnt it somehow,
Is to reply to a question,
Like, “When do you want it?”
With a very clear, “Now!”
My cat has a little English,
I think he’s read a psychology book;
He can wrap me round his finger,
He has got me firmly on his hook.