Friday, 27 September 2013

Missouri Girl Scouts

                          Time for a change

Missouri Girl Scouts,
Fight for their camp in Latonka Missouri.

M. R. Hunter a well know author  after seeing some news paper reports in
the Albion New Era,
Churubusco News,
And the Northwest Press and as it was close to home,  he  decided to write his post, by way of protest on behalf of his wife (a former scout) and to gain support for a congressional enquiry.
They only need another 300 odd votes to force the enquiry.
I'm not confident that by the time it get's to an enquiry! the Girl Scouts Board of Headland Directors will not have had their wicked way! We will see?
I am sure they are fully expecting a bit of bad press and I'm sure their attitude is. It will blow over after a few days and they will carry on.
For the life of me, I just don't know why there is not more protest votes, there really should be millions.
It gives the impression that we don't really care that much, but we do.
We must show that we do care about this dastardly act.
Which attacks our basic democratic rights and way of life to live our own lives  and not be under minded by this group.
Who are using their position of trust covertly against us, for their own selfish reasons. Please read the blog.
I believe this is the thin end of the wedge, driven home by greed and selfishness.

Far too much of this type of thing is going on in the western world. The time of change is upon us, we must stand to and fend off this attack on our rights and way of life.
The fact that it needs so many votes before it gets noticed is amazing, I would have thought any honest politician worth his salt would be shouting for justice, which is what he is paid for, it's his job.
Well now what to do?
Well really, the truth is I don't know.
I wish I had some magic formulae that would make us trust our political leaders to do something on their own, but I haven't.

I know here in the UK we had a internet led confrontation with our politicians,  over their fiddling of their expenses and I would say it was a success, not 100% but a win all the same, some lost their jobs some went to jail, and a few paid back the money (they fiddled).
But not one admitted he was wrong, but taking into account what the bankers did! and none of them were prosecuted and they kept their ill gotten money.
It was a small win against the politicians.

So they say "The Pen is Mightier than the Sword"
So lets put it to the test, let's all us bloggers send a blog on this subject with our views to all our councils, public servants departments, Unions, and celebrities and our politicians all over the world, let them know that we do care about this and expect them to care as well.

What I'm saying is, place it firmly in their minds and on their tongues, letting them know our feelings on this matter.

A few of our more talented Internet friends, may find out more information, that could make these law breakers think twice about their actions and it just may turn up a few whistle blowers.

I picked up my info for this blog from  a blog of great integrity.
So I ask you to tell your friends, to use the internet and the social networking sites to spread the word, if you agree.

My dream is of a place and time where
America will once again be seen as the
best hope of earth.
A.B. Lincoln.

Let our politicians take trust out of the dictionary and cultivate it.


Thursday, 26 September 2013

Comment From A Poet

When I wrote my blog "Grim Reaper" last week felt I should edit it, straight away,
but then I never got around to it, lazy me. So it was no real surprise to me that a couple of comments were a bit hostile and vulgar so I binned them, but I apologise to them, we all have our own ideas.
I would like to mention a comment I received from Donna Yates of
"D.M.Y. Believing yourself" an outstanding blog,by the way.
She is very generous lady with her advice and her poetry and books are all good reading and I would recommend them to anybody, anyway back to my plot!

Donna's comment; She doesn't like to think of meeting the Grim Reaper.
But would rather think of somebody who loves her from the other side that would come and escort her home.

What a great line, it says it all.
What a great comfort it will be to so many people,

My little fairy was meant to imply this as well, but I just couldn't find the word's.
I'm sure she was waiting for me to smile and say I'm ready for you to take me away. maybe I'll tac this on the end of my blog?

Donna is doing a guest visit to  today,
all about budgeting and spending for authors, so pop and have a visit, you'll not be disappointed.

I have no more words left that I can say so I will leave you with.


be well Agman

Monday, 23 September 2013

Dark Sunglasses

Because, they hide those lines that betray my age.
and silence everything my eyes have to say.

Because, through dark sunglasses clouds appear defined,
and no-one need know, the Sky occupies my mind.

Because I get to read you and the life you lead,
An anonymous spy fulfilling an unspoken need.

Because in the watching of you and all that I see,
I hope no more , than to discover a little of me.


Saturday, 14 September 2013

Writers Regret

Molly Brett

Late last night,
I lay in bed,
Reading stories in my head.
Is that true of you?
Do you jump out of bed and write them down straight from your head?
or do  you just lay on and forget and in the morning, be full of regret?
Oh dear, me too.

Could it be the writer or poets curse,
To get up at night to write  down a wee verse,
that just won't seem to go away, unless
it's written down straight away.

be well Agman.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

The Grim Reaper ( you never know when you are called to go)

Jess at "The Secret DMS files of Fairday Morrow".
made a comment on one of my blogs,

She said "you never know when your time may be up"
Which got me thinking? It's so true! so this ones down to you, Jess!

The "Grand Reaper" or the "Grim reaper" or the "Dark Angel"! or whatever! take your pick, What about "Anubis"?  I'm sure there are more names for the last person we ever speak to, assuming we do get to speak?

I wonder who he works for? who's side he's on? does he
even have side?
Or does he just wait for your time to run out, lurking, waiting, hanging about.

He can come at any time?  day or night, any-time at all,
I'm sure he will give us all a fright, when he says, "times up"! "Say goodnight? "  "lets go"  "your dead"." "come now, we must be on our way." I haven't got all day.

Now I believe you must have a plan of what you will do,
when you meet the man.
Now I know my plan didn't work so well on my blog
"The Pearly Gates" so I've had to change my plan a bit.
So here's my latest update to it.

Now I fully expect to meet the Grim Reaper one day or night?
if he comes to me at night and stands at the end of my bed.
Then this is what I hope I would have said.

Lord!  Please don't take me today? I'm not ready to go away?
Don't make me leave a sweet memory behind,
My lady has no part in my crime.
Please let me go and see my lady once more and make things right? and let me say I'm sorry, for leaving and slamming the door,
give me that chance ? to go away with the taste of her name upon my lips? for she is my favourite memory of all.
Given by you I do recall.

And I will never see her again, before you send me away into that dark, bottomless pit with hells everlasting fire at the bottom of it.

Lord ? Who is this dark malevolent messenger of yours? standing close by at the head of my bed?
Who rips away the bond between me and my soul.

Ending the wanderings of my ways, stopping the stories of my days.
I don't know which way to turn to run away, my secrets will be untold and just like me, fade away in memory.
So this will be my last farewell, for I am surely off to hell.

Lord: After all the wrong I did to thee,
I know you will never let me be free,
because I committed that terrible sin.
Your commandments I broke and let slip away.
What's done cannot be undone? It's too late for me.
Your heaven is a place I will never see.

So when I die? and the reaper comes to take me away.
One grace I would ask of thee,
Bury me high up in the sky, so I can again learn how to fly.
If this is too much I ask of thee?
Bury me high upon a hill, beneath a tree over-looking the sea,
where the flowers grow and bloom each year,
and the sound of the sea will be sweet to my ear.

Lord ! If this is not in your plan for me? you could just leave me on the shore, the tide will come and wash me away,
a happy soul I will be, for at last I will be, all at sea.

Please? Lord? I beg of thee, forgive me? don't send me to that dark place? where I cannot see.
For in death I am fearful of eternity, a place where one cannot see.
It's too late to call back yesterday, all my friends have passed away.
Please? Lord I'm pleading with thee? don't do this to me, I'm sorry, can't you see?

Lord what can I say? what can I do?
I'm just a man made by you.

For me! today is my worst day, for the day of reckoning is here and I am shaking within my fear,
listening to the winds of time, as it blows me away from here.

It would seem I have to go and leave thee.
For I see a little fairy waits for me, to smile and say, "I'm ready for her to take me away"
To her realm of fantasy where all the fairies wait for me and the Queen of all the fairies, will forgive me?

I thank you Lord for listening to my plea?
and keeping the reaper away from me.

Think Kindly of me lord


Friday, 6 September 2013

My Birthday

An old friend

It's a couple of days past my birthday, and I have had no word or contact from my brother Michael, which for me is  strange as we have always been close, regardless of where I am in the world Michael is my rock.
Plus we are both not young men,
So I'm sure the Grand reaper has our names in his book? so we live with this.

I'm in the shower when I heard the postman on my drive, so I climbed dripping wet from the shower and sneaked quietly towards the mail door, as the mail drops through the door I grab it. it's from my brother, "thank you lord! happiness !"

I place it on the hall table and return to the shower feeling happy.
As I pass the full length mirror, I caught my reflection in it, at first "I thought who is that old boy"?
Then I noticed my body had more scars then I realised, how the hell am I still alive?
Golly when I get to the pearly gates I'm sure I will be asked, "what the hell did I do to the perfectly nice, unmarked body, I was issued with at the start of my life"?
I'm sure I will find and give a cheeky answer, before being sent away again.
So I just went back and into the shower.
I have the pleasure of reading my mail after.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving at the pearly gates, in an attractive and well preserved body.
But to slide sideways into heaven with a box of chocolates in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other hand, body thoroughly used up,and totally worn out, and screaming Wow what a ride!

so that's what happened to me today, how was your day?

Be Well.