A poem about honesty

Have you heard?


Idle banter, useless prattle
Blether, gossip, tittle-tattle
“Have you heard?”
“No, what’s the matter?”
Scuttle-butt and empty chatter.


Vacant news and hollow lies
Scarring friendships, breaking ties
Neighbours gossip, rumour mills
Seeds of distrust sown, great ills
Harvested without a care
People once who trusted, stare.
Curtains twitch and heads are turned
Lovers part and colleagues spurned.


As threads through which we all relate
Are severed by fear, doubt and hate,
Where honeyed tongues drown honesty
In stagnant mire of false decree
When speculation, most uncouth,
With hateful slander strangles proof.
Let voices soar, cry from the roof;
“Whatever happened to the truth?”

Girls, girls, girls...

Watched some repeated Top of The Pops on television last night & this song is just so damned catchy and makes me want to dance.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys2QoMrPE1k

With apologies to Mr Burns

Since there's something about our family that induces us to go by our middle names on a daily basis I thought I'd write some (bad) poetry making use of my forename.


Hell froze over that day because someone decided it merited publishing;



http://aberdeenvoice.com/2010/11/tae-a-lassie-wioot-a-coat/

Ode to a brain slug

"My brain slug sits on top of my cranium
My brain slug sits on top of my head
The poor little feller is starving
And now he's dropped on the floor stone dead.



Brain Slug. Brain slug. Bring back my brain slug to me, to me.
Brain Slug. Brain slug. Bring back my brain slug to me."