Are We Mad?
Are we mad to love so madly?
Is this but a fleeting dream?
Will we wake to realise, sadly,
It was but a "might have been"?
Be you wraith or be you substance?
I only know I love you so.
Should you be wraith, to me your substance
Is yet as real as aught I know.
Should you be real I long to touch you,
To feel your lips upon my own;
To hold you close and soft embrace you
My lips caressing every zone.
Missed,chances,opportunities not taken,perhaps the opposite sex showed interest,but you were oblivious,low incomes severely limit dating,the Women lament "All the good Men are taken",but maybe the fear of comittment,or failure,has made the Males less than eagar,to assume the responsibilities of husband and maybe later father?
And the divorce rate; 50% or more? Maybe this is one reason why American Men find the foreign Woman so interesting,almost every US service Man brings home his foreign born wife,many become adjusted to the US living styles,but still retain their upbringing.
This cries out for response but I'm too heat frazzled at the moment!
I was reading about how hot it is for you guys. Feel free to turn up here, its snowing!
@Amisja I remember similar invite from you only in an adoptive mode. I suspect that if I did you would merely slam the door in my face.
@FrayedBear Not a chance, I'll get the kettle on
@Amisja Please have words with the Foreign Office to enquire if they will let me back - my skin colour hasn't changed!
@FrayedBear I think skin colour is no longer considered when coming to UK. I can not guarantee the response of some of the wankier elements of British society. I wish I could say that they are irrelevant but unfortunately they are what got us into this all BREXIT bollocks. Nevermind though, you are safe with me.
@Amisja You mean they let whites in still? And agnostics?
Many years ago Allan Bell wrote a wonderful little song called "Sambo". I doubt that it will be on YouTube, whoa, someone put it up three years ago. It was on the lp " the Blowing Sands" along with Allan's great song about Blackpool that is the title track.
I'll post it in "Traditional and Folkmusic"
Sambo was a very young negro boy left with an innkeeper at Heysham. His master never returned and the young lad died and was buried in paupers grave. About a hundred years later a local schoolteacher, if memory serves me, had a headstone made and erected to commemorate the wee lad's brief sojourn in NW Lancashire.
@FrayedBear He has a pub named after him.
@Amisja When?
@FrayedBear Donkey's ago
@Amisja I cannot find it listed
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Are you sure that it is not just a local name for the Golden Globe?
@FrayedBear No there are actually tons. There are also 'Turk's head' and Moor's head pubs. I heard the story of this chap before and was told it was the story behind the 'Black boy' pub in Chorley. There are many pubs with dubious names. I am torn between eradicating them and remembering our history. I kind of believe we should retain evidence of our history, lest we repeat it.
49 degrees in Port Pirie yesterday, I gather. A bit warm indeed!! It's a chilly 14 degrees here. Send us some of your spare heat - PLEASE!!
@Petter 14° Luxury lad. I used to sunbake in Blackpool when it got to 60°F/10°C!
@Petter 49°C would be a tad over the top particularly if accompanied by humidity. My home care woman refuses to work above 30°C - whimp Queenslander!??
How was your holiday period?
@Amisja Do people learn from history or just remain stupidly selfish?
@FrayedBear The holiday was good. We enjoyed all the "family" stuff and also got to see "42nd street" in the West End.
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