So entertaining is the title for this blog news. Entertaining for me and my world, and I have been entertaining too, well the feedback says so, and was very complimentary, so yes I must have entertained as well in the last few weeks, and I’m told “long before” that, so very nice to hear.

Recently I have had several gigs, presentations and generally “entertained” on seemingly good and well received occasions, often reading out my poems taken from my observations of life. This following poem may explain a bit.

Brief Watching

I have my thoughts and beliefs

That are tied in with my views,

When I just stand around

And the passing world peruse,

With all its strange characters

Acting out on their stage

Of earth’s wonderful scenery

Like a continual turning page.

Some will show off for attention

Or personal reasons that they need,

For in their own mixed up head

It’s the only way to succeed.

But surely this will often have

Opposite responses that they intend.

So they’ll be dismissed as crazy

And daft actions must amend.

But mostly people are oblivious

To any watching eyes on them,

Despite the growing use of cameras

That can exonerate or condemn.

For we have got quite used to

The idea we are always seen,

In various activities of life

Either embarrassing or obscene.

Though of course I learnt my craft

In my long psychiatric career,

When placing myself in a corner

I observed those who came near.

So my everyday life now is similar

Or in some cases much the same,

For all passing people now

I consider are fair game.

Some have a crafty little scratch

When thinking they’re unobserved,

But others do some strange things

They really should have swerved.

But by far the most interesting

Are ordinary, everyday acts,

Smoking cigarettes, and eating

That are noted for poetic facts.

Arguing, shouting and strange dress

Much better when unintended.

Clothes ill fitting, with colour clashes

Never to be recommended.

So outlandish behaviour and language

That has no spoken English bearing,

Are often lost among the words

Mostly laced with swearing.

Now that is just some of my clues

But I’m not giving away too many,

As when considering strange acts

Most people deny having any.

Though I can certainly advise you,

Or perhaps just add to warn.

That you are part of this mad world

And have been, since being born.

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I may be possibly giving away some of my secrets there, but no I think I have already menti0ned some ideas in that poem, I’m sure you noticed.

As of my entertaining then, I have done several poem reading gigs that all donate to Help for Heroes I support and donate to, (one a revisit after some time and another a new venue), done two high profile presentations and also a couple of commissioned poems, with more in the pipeline, SO lol as the song goes “That’s Entertainment”.

Having mentioned Help for Heroes I MUST, (coz I’m chuffed), mention that I have virtually reached my initial target of raising £10,000, in not quite ten years, and as a “One Man Band, so a BIG THANKS to everyone who has helped, donated, bought my books and or commissioned poems etc, so YEAH nice one and thanks again!

Another poem and from my 7th book comes :-

Filter

As I have to live within myself

I often contemplate my mood,

For although fairly rare with me

On some occasions I will brood.

And at those unusual times

When thoughts can be quite dark,

It’s best that I restrain myself

As any comments could be stark.

Thus I need to have a tight filter

Controlling what I say or send,

In words or communication text

So no relationships I need to mend.

For like the saying about drunks

Who will tell the brutal truth,

On thoughts they once guarded

In an attempt to stay aloof.

Because that alcohol can loosen

The most protected of views,

Which can cause grave reactions

And some friends to lose.

Now I’m not saying I do that

But I do try hard to control,

Little opinions and any feelings

Not totally happy in my soul.

So when discontent or chagrin

Come calling to seek me out,

I have to be so very wary

My deep thoughts I don’t spout.

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Some more of my thoughts and secrets in that poem, BUT if you really want a look behind my mask, inner thoughts and feelings you need to buy my 9th book “Our World in Verse”, so yes another hint of The Psychy Poet workings?

JOKE TIME :–

I should make a reminder at this time that my website (www.psychypoet.com) has been freshened up and updated by James Harvey my excellent Website Guru and publisher, so please take another look.

Ted & Beth my wonderful bears want me to say that they have been entertaining as well, coming with me to all my gigs so here is one of their poems.

Ted n Beth’s Bedtime

Ted and Beth can be quite mature

But act a bit like children too,

And don’t like doing as they’re told

Or sometimes what they have to do,

Now normally this is no great pain

Mostly obeying what I have said,

But one main exception to this

Is when they’re told to go to bed.

For they really do not like this

And would stay up all night long,

But certainly would not be quiet

Laughing loudly or singing a song.

So it becomes a very tricky battle

Getting them to settle down to sleep,

Also hard making them stay in bed

For often they will craftily creep

Out of their room to wander around,

Looking for mischief or tricks to play.

Thus it’s a bit of a job to control them

Whatever I try to do or say.

And if I get them both to stay put

I’m not sure it will still be alright.

Because I’ve caught them out before

Having a massive pillow fight,

Chasing each other round laughing

Too excited and beyond their tethers,

For when I had to go and check

The whole room was full of feathers.

So now that is just one problem

Trying to get them to bed on time,

Because if they are up all night

Next day their mood isn’t sublime.

Thus on and on goes the struggle

As I have to look after the bears,

But however cross and angry I get

They know their poet dad still cares.

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That poem features in The Bears very own book, that is selling extremely well and I think I underpriced it, but not to worry, and so is entitled “Tea For Two: Poetic Antics of Ted & Beth. Great value and fun!

Nearly finished this blog, and pitched so I will be back from my upcoming cruise next week to do the next one, so yes, all is in hand. Well so to speak…

As usual before last poem, nearly always a romance poem, I again say a big thanks to you all, for all interest, encouragement.

Reach Out, and Words Will Be There

In many times of upset or distress

People will seek comfort from words,

That can bring them solace and release

From pain or a conscience unheard.

So funerals, wakes and some memorials

Will feature words of farewell and peace,

That can celebrate and remember lives

Of those we have seen decease.

For the pain on so many occasions

Coming from losing someone close,

May take people into a depression

And a countenance quite morose.

So thoughts and endearing memories

Can be put into words that cheer,

Your inner soul and lift the mood

When recalling someone once dear.

Now people can’t always manage

To get these crucial words just right,

In an attempt to capture exactly

That loved person now out of sight.

But any nicely written remembrance

Will uplift your mental health,

So maybe get someone to write them

Like I do for people myself.

Thus you’ll have your comfort words

And perhaps put them into a frame,

So that whenever you feel you want to

Can read those special words again.

Which is a very nice way to remember

Someone who was a special pleasure.

But don’t forget your own needs too,

So retain any thoughts you treasure.

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Bye for now then and thanks again as The Journey Continues ENTERTAININGLY….

Love, Light and Peace,

Laurie xx