The question isn’t,
“Who is going to let me?”
“Who is stopping me!”

The truth’s not for all,
But only for those that seek it.
Some paraphrasing.
Inspired by Ayn Rands
As complex as simple is.
The question isn’t,
“Who is going to let me?”
“Who is stopping me!”

The truth’s not for all,
But only for those that seek it.
Some paraphrasing.
Inspired by Ayn Rands
Question Time tonight,
Such a woesome sight and sound,
None spoke any sense.
Where will it now end,
Brexit Party EU wins?
Or something better!
I walked empty streets,
Trying to find the way home.
And I found I was!

Down worn cobbled streets,
With some cool narrow alleys,
That is joining them.
Four hundred and three,
That is how many blogs now.
Getting there slowly.

A nesting seagull,
Has its own satellite dish,
Poor reception though.
Sparrows are seen less,
Here is a sparrow I saw,
Clinging to the wall.

I am having fun,
With the google tech support
Could do with a rest.
As the builders say,
Larger stones do not lie well,
Without the lesser.
Inspired by Plato
At the touch of love,
All can become a poet,
Slightly adapted.
Inspired by Plato
Brexit dates moving,
More dates than a Turkish shop.
Some will say, “Yum, Yum!”

May is hanging on,
Still wants failure legacy,
With Brexit spectra.
Should I do a poll?
To see what is the best post,
Haiku or picture.
I’ve my favourites.
Over the last few months here.
I’m half way there now.
My tide’s receding,
Makes me leave my rocky perch,
To wade in the surf.
A lifes metaphor,
I must do more than before,
Move out and explore.
A Labour Brexit,
Delivered by Conservatives,
How does that all work?
Bring on EU votes,
Time for another stuffing
For these tired parties.