Why is it we all accept the wrong part ?

Love is in the brain not in the heart.

And sex is more about emotion

than any length of time in coital friction.

Allotments in winter

Why cover the soil with plastic sheeting?

To keep the seeds warm when it's sleeting?

They wouldn't grow all the while it's cold.

They need the spring sunshine to make them unfold.

And then, when you take the sheeting away

your new pampered crop of weeds can display.

I don't see well;

I don't hear well;

my teeth are crumbling fast.

My skin is tissue,

old age the issue -

I think good times are past.

A different recycling

At the council tip it's astonishing

to observe the things that are thrown away.

It's as if a crack or a tiny tear

makes an object somehow beyond repair.

So I rescue stuff (more than I ought)

and leave with more junk than I brought.

Tweets 12

Children are separate people

not extensions of parents' egos.

One sign of Spring

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How can a tiny female frog

produce such a massive dollop of spawn?

Chasers and Eggheads are very knowledgeable

but not necessarily clever.

I've spent most of my life acquiring things

and the rest will be getting rid of them.

The seeds grow when they're wet and hot

but wet and cold - they rot.

Good  Intentions

It's easier to buy a book than read it.

So you see that everyone's looking at you

but so must you be looking at them.

I didn't care about the naked body,

fascinated by the beautiful face

of the woman chained and being whipped -

it just seemed out of place.

I may enjoy a TV show

but enjoyment doesn't last long

whereas the satisfaction gained

from a job well done is STRONG.

Sex frustrated tends to hatred.

Great tits and blue tits singing up high;

one robin feeding a worm to another;

jackdaws peeling off pairs in the sky;

two woodpigeons basking in sunshine together;

and the sun itself edging daily more steep -

Spring is stirring from its winter sleep.

Seaside Disco Bar - No Entry Charge

 A few old regulars like me

but packed with visitors - day trippers,

foreign tourists, down from Londoners,

mature weekenders, nervous students

paddling in the surging waves

of alcohol and music, posing,

posturing the tuneless rhythm,

attempting tempting, sampling partners,

enjoying flirting through the dancing.

Now some are hugging, lips to lips,

and rubbing bodies chest to breast,

the adventurous crotch to crotch.

At 2 am the music stops,

the lights go up and swipe away

the feverish condensation.

Romance evaporates as faces age

and conversation calms to normal.

Back to the baby sitting husband,

night shift girlfriend, TV watching wife

or empty bed and masturbatory dreams.

A good night.