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ME and the WAY THAT I PERCEIVE THINGS

Strangely, oddly and probably in need of counselling!!!

Soliloquy to my Filofax

Soliloquy to my Filofax

 

Why do I love my Filofax

What is that extra it can do

How does it help me to manage

When an auto search is taboo.

 

The feel of quality leather, firm

Smooth, and from the pocket warm

The strength, safety and protection

Of all my special data forms.

 

Very high quality paper

When using a fountain pen

Feels proper and the right way

To take time to note, but then,

 

Google can search all my data

And it can change it in a flash

But looking through a glass darkly

Is no way to savour your stash.

 

To slowly note it down

Gives time for thinking to your mind

Allows you to experience the feel

And just enjoy, to your body being kind.

 

Google can do it instantly

Can rush you on to the next test

But when you stop to think about it

The quick way is never the best

 

Rushing headlong into the future

Unsure about exactly where,

Is never going to achieve your aim;

Take time and Filofax to prepare.

 

Jacb Sep 2020 Feb 2021

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Painting by Peter Westley

during an Art History trip to Vienna in 2015

My body and I

MY BODY AND I

I don’t think my body likes me and I am not sure I am so keen in it.

From the off It did not like me, and strange bedfellows we have become.

My body is shy, lazy, and weaker than I am, and it does not like

Acting in public or doing stuff and it’s certainly not energetic.

 

Its way out was to harbour an illness, making effort to find a cold

Shortly before an important event, putting a stop to “all that nonsense!”

As I began to defy my body, it took up offence against me,

It found other ways to get to me, by inventing different symptoms.

 

It generated symptoms slyly at about three-quarter strength.

“What do you make of that then”, it would ask not wanting a reply.

It made for me lots of aches and pains, in the right place, but not quite,

Just the right intensity, but not quite, and for not long enough.

 

I have to worry and look like I am taking it seriously.

Then my body gets bored with me again and takes them all away.

When the symptoms give me pain the easiest way to make them go is

A visit to the doctor; instantly they vanish on the telling.

 

My body’s favourite trick is to wait till I have opened the tin of paint

Dip the brush in and get paint on my hands then it makes my eyelids itchlike mad.

It can’t sit quietly – it fidgets requiring attention all the time,

Rubbing here and scratching there is what takes up all my body’s energy.

 

I am frightened of the outcome so I will continue to go to Pilates.

We have come to an arrangement, neither of us is giving in, I’m not, nor is it.

So we will see who gives in first, who takes the lead or who it is has the last laugh.

Whatever it is, it can’t do much without me and I can’t do much without it.

 

I would like to say I don’t like my body, but it is not it’s weight, shape or size,

Just its devious attitude towards me; but at least at the end it will compost.

 

              JACB - Aug 2012 Oct 2019 Jan 2021 Feb 2021

 

Cognitive dissonance
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COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

He made the best of what he was given

Choosing carefully the dictate of fashion

He looked into the mirror and said, “Not bad.”

The mirror looked back and said, “How sad.”

 

He could not hear what the mirror said

Nor would he have listened if he could.

How great the fall from innocent height

When delusion is exposed to the light.

jacb  May 2019

Who is this person “Subconscious”?

 

I woke the other morning with something new in my head.

It amazed me, that I was remembering something new,

Something in such strong colours as I woke and sat up in my bed.

 

Very deep and intense colours, of what I cannot remember.

I can remember the effect on my disturbed emotions,

Till I had to make morning tea and breakfast and stir the minds embers.

 

How could something so completely new be in my dream?

How did it get into my head without my knowing it?

Am I getting lazy, or am I not thinking through my input stream?

 

Could my subconscious be trying to take me over

By an illicit grab for power from me to itself?

How do I restore control of my mind and start thinking thoughts of my own?

 

Or do I give free reign over what it wants to think to my subconscious.

And let it develop the thoughts that interest it the most,

Letting me think that I am happily enjoying my own thoughts?

 

What we are aware of in our mind is a small part of

The ‘space of information’ represented in the brain.

What if we could control the use of that information?

 

Now that could be how I should try to write my poetry.

My subconscious giving me the idea, and I type it.

With clever rhyme and metre, or so I would like to think.

 

The Poetry Society Membership number: 207,155

Jacb Sep 2020

Who is this person subconscious?

AUTOBIOGRAPHY

 

Not a directed journey with a defined goal,

Other than, perhaps, delaying the end.

Just a slow ricochet from here to the next there,

And surprisingly with money to spend.

 

Being sensible, looking after, or avoiding family,

And not being too wild, just rational.

A meandering journey with some interesting interludes,

Difficulties and problems, nothing fatal.

 

Interesting occasionally, in retrospect, then routine.

Nothing earth shattering, but some gilt seeps in.

Too selfish for deep friendships, but grateful to have been well treated.

Wanted to have been some use to friends and kin.

 

The children are more than we dared hope for,

Generating pride with amazing partners.

Grandchildren who will capably take over.

Journey achieved?

  

jacb Jan 2020

Autobiography

The Aide De Camp’s Lament

 

I’m much better as an ADC.

Helping others to achieve their aim,

To really be what they want to be.

Even when they are so very wrong.

 

I can file and I can compute,

I can write and tidy the desk,

But when it comes to deciding,

I am not at my very best.

 

They can shout and order.

They always get things done.

I can only suggest,

But confuse ‘go’ and ‘come’.

 

One day I will hack it.

They will all be off out.

Asked for a decision,

I will make it come about.

The Aide De Camp's lament

Modern Fashion

My father when he got dressed to go out

He put on his tweed sports jacket

With a silk Paisley handkerchief

Adjusted smartly in the top pocket

 

When I get dressed if and when I do

I put on my tweed sports jacket

With a very light blue and white

Face mask peeping out of my top pocket.

Modern Fashion

HOW I STARTED OUT

 

I started out in Hewlett Road

Behind a low garden wall

That the yobs pushed over every night

Because of a drunken brawl.

 

I started out an only child

But when I was three years old

I become the older brother.

But I was not prepared to give up

My privileged position, Sorry Bro

 

I went to school on two buses

Changing in the town centre

Outside Cavendish House,

Opposite the Post Office I couldn’t enter.

 

Where have I got to now?

Nowhere near Cheltenham;

I have suffered from yobs,

I am back on the bus

But I’m still friends with my Bro.

How I started out

SUMMER AT WORK

 

The best part of work was the trials,

Out on the plains of Canada’s mid-west,

With our military drone aircraft

Putting them all to the test.

 

The sun was hot,

The dust was high,

The craft assembled

And ready to fly.

 

Off it went into the blue sky,

Controlled by us on the ground.

The ‘spec’ it made in the sky got smaller

As it just would not turn round.

 

We saw it with Binoculars, only just.

We fiddled with the controller of flight.

The engineer cried I think it turned

And we managed to land it on site.

 

RELEIF!!!

Summer at work
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