Here, there and everywhere... LLAP!!!
I have an iPhone, an iPad, an iMac, a nice car, a job and a boat. I have a wonderful daughter, a son in law(ish) and an amazing granddaughter.
When I took my first breath, I eagerly anticipated life. When I breathed countlessly, I held in the palm of my hand life. When I breathe in, I taste the rusting edge of life.
(This Christmas I went to read something from my own writing to my five year old granddaughter. Regrettably, I had nothing like a bed time story and so read Jack & The Bean Stork etc.
How do you say "Moët et Chandon".
Turkey and stuffing ice cream anyone..?.
Is it a sporty car speeding past. Is it the Doppler Effect. The lead guitar through a Wah Wah. A hernia inspired fart. Or someone treading on the cat. No. No, no it isn't.
Every single moment forms the basis of what once was and what is yet to be but none more so than what is now...
To one and all in the wwO community. On the count of three let's be exceedingly happy... One, Two, Three... Chortle!!. And repeat every morning...
The combined population of Germany, France, Italy, UK, Spain, Canada and Australia is approximately 390 million. The combined gun homicides are approximately 900.
Food. Presents. Love. Digesting. TV. Scents. Care. Resting. Children. Noise. Learn. Correcting. Washing-up. Games. Share. Perfecting. Sleep. Dreams. Release. Awakening. Cash. Purchases. Debt.
Ok, so you're a spider. You're born with hundreds of brothers and sisters.
Ok, so you're an ant. You have thousands of friends, so long as you pull your weight and do your job. The colony just gets bigger and bigger, that familiar smell warms you to the core.
Tis something amidst the storm, Young lady, beauty, tempting and warm. Sensual to the fingertips, Pulsating, driving and pistols drawn. This love of mine, this heart rips, Adrift, deserted and torn.
Am I a bloody fool To think that life is what it is, Full of love and hate, Pleasure and pain, Ups and downs. We might take a punch and recover, Perhaps more than once.
In memory of Sarah Hancock who passed 18th September 2012, aged 35...
S tacked, packed and barcoded... A nchovy, mouthwash, tights, pizza, I nsurance, chillies, TVs, vouchers, N appies, kettles and the DVD Evita.
I dreamt about the end of the world, that the earth was rapidly folding up and turning to molten fire beneath me. The face of Earth was disappearing like the tugged table cloth trick not working.
Please Leave A Message After The Tone Beeeeep....
[The Bronx. Early Fall. It's dark, rain is falling the streets are empty, security lights from shop windows reflect on a steaming manhole cover in the road and a pink Cadillac parked nearby.
@leelee101 @sara_lou @sjw @Burrfoot @Stablish This has been most disappointing, Spreading Choccy Philly on toast. I found this entirely unappetising, The experience; absolutely gross.
I dreamt last night that I kept giving birth to large prawn-like creatures from just below my navel. I caught them just as they emerged, before they could escape back inside.
I run and jump, fast and long. I punch and dive, up and below. I shoot and row, accurate and strong. I kick and swim, hard and shallow. I throw and walk, soar and along.
Am I the hurting man, The doer of death. The one who slays thousands, With every breath. Am I the quiet man, Secretly stalking. Hiding, www scanned, Silently walking.
There are many things a man can do in life, some are proper manly things, sporty and true, some are not so. Men possess the attributes of men, not women.
Where is the future, has it already passed by. My life, is it over, has it all been a lie. The past, my only chances to ask why. This present, a lifetime to laugh and to cry.
My big toe nails in-grow, The pain is crippling and unfair. Unpleasant I'll have you know, No cure, must grim and bare. I've cut a "V" into my nail, No recurrence ever since.
As the dawn awaits, Laughter, screams, singing, Arguments and splashes abate, Distant glasses ringing.
In the bleak mid-July, the sounds of Bristol Harbour collaborate to a seagull symphony, excited by this year's Harbour Festival and the prospect of prize pickings, the highlight of their greedy...
In lighthearted appreciation of the works of Tom May @crowncottage @naaviie @RichWithey @merlin1038 @JRRTolkien The tree of life climbs good and true, Stretching boldly beyond all things.
What was that. Holding tall, Quick blink, Very still. Was there something. Look left, Quick blink, Gulp. Am I in danger. Step right, Quick blink, Rustle wing. Does it see me.
I find myself becoming more involved with Opuss as each day passes, it is incredible to read so many thoughts, gripes, loves, instructions, poems and stories, all in one place.
(@naaviie Have I missed this..?) Ouch. Ooomph. Bugger. Aaghhh. Again. Ouch. Ooomph. Bugger. Aaahhh. Again!!. Ouch. Ooomph. Bugger. Aaahhh. Please turn it off and let me be on my way...
Look around, feel the warmth, Touch the sky and beyond. Nature beats a melodic rhythm, The stuff of life, a perfect sound. Man, woman or beast, never mind, Together we're all entwined.
(inspired by Not Old Anymore. @rayleen43) Beauty grows from the core, As a tree develops its branches. Sound living, drawing the sap of life, Reaching out, strengthening advances.
In age I wander, wise and untied The past behind, nothing to hide. A life of living, sharing all tried, My loving wife, the heart of me died.
Over and over, the same thing, again and again, is there no release. If I could fly I would sweetly sing, Not shit all over the place and squawk, Squawk, squawk, squawk, squawk.
My head is slightly bigger than a potato, Small compared to what it contains, This and that, things, too much to know.
OCD compels me to complete this story. My question posted to six supermarkets went as follows...
Monday can be difficult if you've had a great weekend. I enjoy the work I do but my employer often causes me to wish I were employed elsewhere.
In all the 329 years, 4 months, 6 days I've lived, I've seen chamber pots filled and long since emptied.
ADULT!!. Please do not read if easily offended, the following material is for adults with an open mind. This is about a Mexican girl I met in Canada, just after my wife had died.
ADULT!!. Contains some offensive words, please do not read if easily offended. This is about the brother I loved, he died...
ADULT!!. Please do not read if you're easily offended, not for the faint hearted... A poor and quite painful attempt to make fun of vulgarity...
Is it wrong to love, To be the purveyor of love, Opened and closed by love. You and me. Is it wrong to need love, To be driven by love, Held and controlled by love. To see love in everything.
I dreamt a lovely, wise old man died. It was in a grand old building with a large hall, being used for some full dress and black tie celebration.
She lies here right beside me, Naked, voluptuous and free. A magical mermaid lady, My true harbour in high seas. Wake up my darling she starts, Then sits on my head and farts.
So many things have happened, too much of it is wrong, Atrocities throughout the World, people who don't belong.
I usually awaken around sunrise, to the sound of birds, mostly seagulls.
No more rain if you please, send warmth and perhaps a cool breeze. Rid us of this downcast from hell, grant Opussians their share of sunshine as well.
Crap a doodle do!!!.
The softness of your lips tasting mine, Your warmth enhances each moment. Fingers, arms, legs, all limbs entwine, Racing pulses, bursting hearts spent.
She said hello So I said hi. She said undress So I got naked. She said cough So I coughed. She said in and out So I took some breath. She said I'd feel a prick So I clenched a fist.
I'm a mad Englishman, 'tis true to say and Have my own castle, without haunts nor hassle, In Potishead, Barry Island and Cardiff Bay.
There was a young lady from Stroud, With beauty and skills so crafted; But nothing was ever so loud, As when she smiled and farted.
If you could shake the happy tree And dance beneath its open glee, Would the World change. If you could shake the happy tree And hear its leaves and wind agree, Would the World change.
@rayleen43, what is it and where, That sound emanating over there. Is it my dream voice Heaven sent, Plentiful fruit and bedazzlement.
Opussians from all corners of the world, I delight at what we've heard. Plentiful banter often told, A call to life's true value stirred.
Clothes so clean when you dressed and departed, concealing what your morning had started. This day was hazy. Pushing bits of paper, moving pens through light.
No matter how many times. No matter what I scratch it with. No matter the place. No matter what I'm doing. No matter the time. No matter how close I get.
As I approach 80 years of age, seemingly at over 100 mph, I'm applying the brakes with both feet but nothing is happening... Let's see what happens if I use full throttle... Crap my pants no!!.
I like to know they're there, Not too big but not too tight, Not over or under extended, Just right. If I move this way or that, I want to feel myself glide.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Ashley enters from her steaming bathroom, towel wrapped over her head, naked and somewhat refreshed from her shower.
Yes... And no!.
The beginning of each line encourages you to read in the way that Winston Churchill might have delivered a speech, his original quote, a toast to the WI went something like...
"Bish bash bosh" said the boss, "Bish bosh bash" said the worker. "Bish bash bosh" said the boss, "Bish bash bosh" said the worker, "You're hired" said the boss.
There are stones, heavy with wear, wet and intemperate. I feel the path water has passed, all knowing and relentless. A gentle trickle tempers little, over time renders all.
I have a poem dancing in my mind, It tickles all over to make me twitch. I form appearing words into rhyme, And sew a fabric by its loving stitch.
Slept through tempestuous seas, with my heart pumping fire and my head drowning in intensity, every now and again breaking through the bubbling surface to draw breath; only to take in further the...
Life balances on a single thread and once more it fell the right way… Happiness is a question of choice and I chose wisely so say… The sun shone intermittently and its warmth held the rain at bay… As...
I screamed at the world, I was angry; The world screamed at me, I was afraid: Won’t do that again… Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Guessed, pressed, dried, oiled, billeted, ruffled, holed, every nook and cranny filleted.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Laughter crept in as the Nguni were settled and accounted for. They had water and maize.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Descend to the depths if you will, down aged escalators and along cold tiled corridors.