Saturday, March 17, 2018

Pet sitting Seabee is such hard work.. ;)

Certain guests make life so difficult, don?t they? :)
Pet sitting is a breeze :)

Looking down The Telescope The Wrong Way Makes It All go Away.

Looking down The Telescope The Wrong Way Makes It All go Away.
I began to feel the sun rise.
It started in my stomach
And now it has begun to warm my heart
My face begins to tingle
As the light expels the dark.
The day has almost dawned now,
Happiness rising slowly.
The past has become a butterfly
Half floating, half flying
Away from me.
If she stays away forever
Sunny days shall last longer.
And history can take its place
In a corridor of Chief Inspectors
Who, by the laws of nature
Are insusceptible to
Any bribe she offers.
-Gerry Aldridge © 2018

Friday, March 16, 2018


Down the bottom of the rabbit hole
I met a ladybird and a hare,
They led me to a place where picnicked
All the wonderful creatures living there.
We danced and ate for many a year
On the fruits and berries
Growing everywhere.
Then we suddenly died.
Poisoned by an enemy
Living deep within
Who through denial and envy
Declared us a sin.
Then I woke up.
My hand was wet
But my tears were dry.
Because if we never existed,
Then death doesn`t matter anyway.
-Gerry Aldridge © 2018

The Garden

The Garden
I stumbled into a garden one day
And enjoyed a picnic of dandelion dock
With a drizzle of honey
I stole from the stock
Of an overly busy little bee.
Then lay down to melt
With my dreams in the sun
And an overly imaginative little me.
-Gerry Aldridge ©2018

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

I wonder where his knowledge will go now....

“For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. We learned to talk and we learned to listen. Speech has allowed the communication of ideas, enabling human beings to work together to build the impossible. Mankind’s greatest achievements have come about by talking, and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn’t have to be like this. Our greatest hopes could become reality in the future. With the technology at our disposal, the possibilities are unbounded. All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.”
Stephen Hawkin

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

“A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow(1807-1882)

“A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow(1807-1882)

What the heart of the young man said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;—
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

“On His Blindness” by John Milton (1608-1674)

 “On His Blindness” by John Milton (1608-1674)

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”