Oh Babe, come and make me a cup of tea

Oh Babe, come and make me a cup of tea
You’ve no idea how much I need you
Days on end I wrestle with my fear
That I have no one to get close too

Oh babe, come and make me a cup of tea
Because I’ve made the tea for you a million times
Then you run and you treat me selfishly
I feel it deeply when people are unkind

When I’m feeling down and the world is spinning round
And it’s hard to get around, I think of all the love I’ve found
Slipping through my fingers like a sieve
Oh babe, I’m one of those who find it hard to live

Oh babe, come and make me a cup of tea
I’ve made one for you a million times
Sitting on my own again I’m lonely
I feel it deeply when people are unkind

Learning new things

I don’t know how to put it. Anyway, years ago at a college doing a creative course i was able to buy student version of Adobe Illustrator which i fell in love with, then after leaving the course I could no longer use it because of the expense. So many years later of yearning for my own full version of illustrator along comes Serif’s Affinity Designer at only about 50 pounds which is affordable for me. So, I have become determined to learn it and it’s gradually getting better. Here is another illustration where I’m getting really into it but making lots of mistakes.

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A long time ago, (20 or more years I suppose), I used to get regular phone calls from Serif with offers on their creative software, Photo, DTP, illustration etc. which I loved because it was fun anyway, which the software of 2022 is definitely not, anymore. So, I was surprised to find their new stuff and how good it is.

Also, a new thing I have found out about is Surrealism. I’ve gone mad for books about it, and have about 20 now, all second hand from Ebay sellers mind you. It’s just that I was lost in cubism and impressionism and the like and never thought much about surrealism. I find my study of I has helped my imagination, it has made me more confident about my imaginative ideas which I used to explore mainly in poetry.

The example above is amateurish I suppose and I know there are a lot of mistakes but I’m leaning and gradually getting more confident with it.

Trip to Hadleigh Castle, Essex

Castle Road

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Hadleigh Castle

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Leigh-on-Sea

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Hadleigh was begun in about 1215 by Hubert de Burgh, but extensively refortified by Edward III during the Hundred Years War, becoming a favourite residence of the ageing king.

The barbican and two striking drum towers – one later used by Georgian revenue men looking out for smugglers – are part of Edward’s substantial building works during the 1360s.

Today the romantic ruins of this royal castle look out over the Essex marshes.

A hard fried egg

Have you ever seen
A hard fried egg
Stuck to a wall
Have you tried to scrape it off
With a palette knife
And stab it with a plastic spoon
But it won’t move
It won’t move at all

Have you ever been down
To sunset reach
And seen hard fried eggs everywhere
Sitting around playing
Their tune-o-matic guitars
Or falling down your trouser legs
Or living under your driveway cars

Have you ever seen
A hard fried egg
Stapled to a chair
Talking by telekinesis
In their floral underwear
Do you look for them
On the ceiling
Or see them
Writing banners
In a dark car park
Or being on sale in Harrods
Or chasing after sharks

Did you ever have a hard fried egg
Crawl under your freezer
And fall asleep there
And start talking in its dreams

Did a hard fried egg
Replace your baby
Did Mr Punch
Chase it
Out of school
Did Mr Policeman hit it
With a truncheon
Did it have a wooden leg
And sit upon a milking stool

Once I saw one singing on telly
It made a sound like bubble and squeak
And it loved to hear the jazz of George Melly
And I’d wait in expectation all week

A group of cyclists

A group of cyclists
Grip their red-hot handlebars
They crash into one another
And from a pyramid of bicycle frames

The handlebars take off into the sky
And join millions of others
Flocking like birds with flaming wings

You go into the coal shed
Where an old bicycle has been left
It shrieks in pain and hunger
It rears up and drives over you into freedom

You are digging in the mud of a riverbank
When, emerging out of the gunge
A bicycle rears up in front of you

The peddles begin to creak as they turn
The flashlight becomes like a bright midday sun
The wheels turn and splatter you with mud
And it rises vertically into the sky
It’s handlebars snorting

A surrealist object

A surrealist object
Has to be responsible
For the unseen manipulation
In the atmosphere

They take a gun
And call it a bicycle handlebar
And they rain rose petals
Over marching armies

The ghost train in a fairground
Travels through several doorways
Until it reaches the one
That connects to the horror show

You see many mirrors and, in the mirrors,
Visions across time and record
Of slaughter and mayhem
And you hear the laughter

Of the one upon a black horse
In the ruins of the wilderness
Veiled under a coat of invisibly
A threat with a bicycle handlebar

She’s walking the dog

She’s walking the dog
In the middle of the night
Just to get away

She’s thinking hard
About her life
The way she never gets to play

One day she’s gonna leave
One day she’s gonna leave
She’s gonna leave this life behind

One day she’ll be freed
One day she’ll be freed
In her heart and in her mind

She goes to bed
The night passes by
She starts out on her way

She has no time
To clear her mind
She gets on with her day

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