Bullies are they born or made?

As a child, I was terrified of everything.  If I could have lived with the chooks in the back yard I would have.  They understood me.  I could talk to them for hours and they would nod their heads in agreement.

But of course, I had to be educated, clothed and fed so trips to school, back to the family home, to friends big and small, to town, to ballet lessons etc etc had to be endured.

The time when I met bullies were in my working life.  Authority, a huge fear to accommodate. Despite all my tools of EFT, Catherine Ponder affirmation, swallowing selenium my great love water, I still get the butterflies in the guts syndrome when having to face authority and the unknown.

Now as my 70th birthday approaches at the end of the year (oh wow doesn’t time hike) I look at the advice I would have given my small self.

If you want to hide with the chooks that’s okay but when you get hungry what happens then?  There is only a certain amount of apples and bananas you can eat in a day.  Your diet will have to be varied.  What about having a shower.  You don’t like being unclean, do you?  What about toilet stops?  What about that wonderful book by enid Blyton that has just been returned at the library and you have your name down for it?

So my little person how are we going to manage all the tasks that lay ahead of you?

Staying with the chooks is really not an option.

 I doubt if you could find the gun that you posed with as your adoptive Dad had them locked away.  And you can hardly lift the gun let alone shoot it.  There would be a lot of people to shoot.  A lot of blood. You don’t like blood.  Remember when you fell over and broke your tooth?  All that blood.  Yuk!

MMMMM so what do we do.  You have a lot of living to do.

Actually, on thinking about the lost opportunities in my life I have a revelation:  I can blame my wooseyness for not being an achiever.  Or can I.  That’s another EFT to look at.  What have I achieved, what do I want to achieve especially now I am looking for a job and nobody wants to pay me. I am a has been that never was anyway.  Oh dear tangent time.

 

 

Mr Jones

MR JONES (my hero and remembering his song Heroes)

km-d 26.3.26 When they said you were dead

we could not believe your swan song was sung

and you would never again breathe

. We hoped our rebel would rebel and sing a last song

to let us dance in the aisles so we could scream along.

Heroes were born on spaceships, one supposes

as we longed to shower you forever with roses.

All lovers wore stove pipes, dapper boots, wild hair as well

Setting trends was your forte, from the sky you fell.

The ‘Master of Reinvention’ you were once called

‘The Starman’ ‘The Goblin King’

as we sighed so enthralled.

We became vegetarian because it was hip

and swore off all mutton, as coke was our trip.

‘Let’s Dance’ our catch phrase, our shot in the arm

we stayed up all night hiding in the shadows like Madame.

Teardrops were painted metallic lipstick was smudged

every parent gasped in horror of course they would judge.

Ashes to ashes an alien from Mars we accepted as true

despite the confusion which came out of the blue.

We loved that man Ziggy all covered in dust

the chameleon in him of course we did trust.

The terminal verdict we never saw coming

denying the truth as it was too numbing.

On his birthday he smiled and sang for the fans

it was two days later he joined the heavenly band.

When we look to the stars and hear a man sing

we all know it’s Bowie he makes our ears ring.

We miss you we love you great oddity in space,

forever we’ll remember that Lightning Bolt on your face.

…old times…

TAA air hostess back row last on right

Auckland Writers prompt – Century

Century –

km-d – as usual needs an edit Do I want to reach a ripe old age? Have a birthday cake with three candles and be a knowledgeable sage? How do I know what a century will bring will I smile and nod when the youngsters sing a song for a birthday which i am unsure to reach. I don’t want to think what life would be like in 22 years would life be a beach? Of sound mind and able to walk not mumble and still have the ability to talk, that’s what I would want if I see a century just give me a smile while I stroll in my twilight and keep my sanity.

…mother and Aunties

Welly-before the storms

Auckland Writers Prompt – ‘Silence’

…I long for the silence to echo through my ears

A lifetime of hums and squelches are the noises I always hear

It started when I was a wee girl infections All the time

Now I’m left with peculiar sounds

I confess some of Them are mine.

Simon and Garfunkel sing a catchy tune

Sometimes when I listen you will hear me Baying to the moon

Silence is golden it Is often said

I guess I won’t know That for a fact Until I’m very dead

km-d june 26

Auckland Writers Prompt – ‘Voodoo Doll”

I’ve had bad press for centuries for being an evil doll But what you don’t realise I gave blessings To every living soul No pins no needles no Stalking through the night No waiting in dark corners to give a hellish Fright Positive energy I can Channel to you And bring good fortune too So throw out that image Of a pin cushion with Terrible evil eyes And realise that I am really One of the good guys

km-d 25.6.26

Auckland Writers Prompts

Flicking through photos

from a century ago faces smile at me,

I really should know 

Minis and beehives strutting their stuff

looking for men easy to bluff

Fluttering false lashes mascara so thick

some fall off as the glue doesn’t stick

Knee high boots with heels like stumps

Tottering along with a waggling rump

Psychedelic drugs to send you sky high

some young people it was their last goodbye

Despite the bad I like to remember the good

I pine for my youth I thought I never would.

Auckland Writers pompt for Thursday 7July26 ‘Play’

She strolled down the aisle

in a white satin gown,

said ‘I do’ then got on her

high horse and rode out of town.

She’d been playing with men

right from the start,

she was beautiful and clever

and broke many hearts.

Life was a game, she was

nobody’s fool,

just keep one step ahead

that was her rule.

Then one day she met

young Joe,

she vowed to love and

cherish like you’d never know.

He followed her everywhere

she laughed when they played,

he would fetch and carry

and did what she bade.

He was her love forever

and ever,

he was always doing things

that were so clever.

The day that he died she

held back her tears,

it was far too soon as she

always feared.

For the rest of her life

she walked alone,

as she believed a dog

is the best friend wherever

you roam.

km-d 9.7.26 ©

Remembering I am ‘elderly’

It isn’t until I pass my reflection in the mirror or shop windows or other reflective durfaces that I remember that in 1.5 years time I will be 80 years old…really? Yes I assume I will last that long despite losing my hearing and losing my once perfect vision and losing the capacity to jump hurdles and compete in high jump. Peopple often say to me ‘Be thankful for what you have’ – ok – I am thankful I can still walk at a fast trot and read my beloved books, and eat peanut slabs with my remaing teeth. There is a lot to be thakful for. BUT should i bow down to what life has dished out and be forever beholden to an energy that I was born with? I guess so. I have been thanking the universe lately for ‘coincidental’ happenings and having the good fortune to be at the right place at the right time.

I oftrn watch my cat taking all advantages of the sunniest places to be, the warmest places to be, the best places to snooze, to eat, to watch the birds and other moving creatures-I hate it when she actually catches birds and wetas and other creatures I love-she doesn’t seem to bother with cockroaches that I dislike immensley.

I am not a philosopher but I often make ophilosophical statements-I won’t share them because you can make your own. I was particulalry interested in this interview. I have reserved his book at the local library-minimalism-I wish…

ways of the world

forgotten destiny

steam trains

just a memory

no lives to save

shelter from the storm

parents smile