Thursday, 26 June 2025

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags ebook by Alan Ewing (6) (Summer Special)

 

 

 

 

 

 Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags ebook by Alan Ewing (6) (Summer Special)

 


 

 ODE TO BIRKENHEAD

 

You can always come to Birkenhead

Eat fried bread with bacon and egg

Take a ride on the number 72 bus

To Heswall with all of the pomp and fuss

 

Come on down to lil' ol' Birkenhead

We tend to say "Bir en' 'ead really

We talk in our own way when all is said

We'll take in Hamilton Square scenary

 

Come and fill your boots in Birkenhead

For those of you who are easily led

We'll take you down to Grange Precinct

Have a burger it'll be so succint

 

Get your arse down to Birkenhead

Music stores to get you out of bed

A library full of WW1 Wilfred Owen

Just so you know where yer goin'

 

So come join us here in "Bir en' 'ead"

We'll have such fun on a pub crawl

We'll get to see the rising dead

Hungover from night-before trawl

 

Hey come to see Birkenhead, Lady!

Used to be home of Paul O'Grady

Lovely Lily Savage you may just hold

As we walk down Corporation Road

 

 

 

UK HOT 


A MidSummers’ Day here

Thunderstorms on way dear

Getting so hot in your pants

Take them off privately by chance


It’s so dreadfully hot in here

Rain coming soon have no fear

Double down on my dance

It’ll be back with a sure chance


Gosh! I’m dancing in my kitched

Like the gerls on a night of bitchin’

Wine is flowing, don’t forget mate

You betta remember to re-hydrate


Can’t get comfortable in my bed

Sweat is pouring from my head

You only need to have a cup of tea

So much sweat there’s no need to pee


Oh! In England we are not used to this

We like fair weather though not like this

So let’s see now who is the keenest

To go and live on Planet Venus



Writer’s Perogative

 Musician I may be

Never free

Actor for lines

So fine

Puppets on string

Not a thing

Like dancers same

Someone's game

You see a writer

God's little fighter

Pulls the strings

With such things

As ideas on the wind

Ideology within

The writer is the power

Within rhyming hour

You see it's in the pen

To say here and then

Words are the way

Within a writer's play

 

 

2p Story



Valentine Surprise

Jimmy had it all worked out. His wife wouldn't be in till 6:30 pm. Julie was always a woman of routine with her work patterns. He had the table set with candles and wine. The bed was made. The electric blanket charged up. Barry White was on the record player. This would be a Valentine's Night to remember. One for the diary. he hooved up, cleaned and dusted so that Julie would be in a good mood with him when she got home.

 

When Julie arrived home her sister was with her. "Oh lovely!" Said her sister. "Table set and look at those chocolates". The door chimed its bell as more woman arrived. Jimmy had forgotten that it was Julie's annual works meeting and do. He went to bed with a lot of women's voices and laughter coming up through the ceiling. Jimmy hid his head under the pillow with great frustration.

 

 

 

GAG: 'I keep getting strange numbers on my phone" said Ethel. "You been responding to supermarket surveys again!" Groaned Mabel.



VALENTINE: Cue to Forlorn Street, where Dave Robbins is throwing a wobble because he was turned down for a date by Janet Wharton. He said he'd put forward a pound if she topped up the date kitty to £20 ... he got small change! 


GAG: "You're such a drama queen Gerald" said Carol. "You'd make a movie out of your little toe, with a sequel 'The Return Of The Little Toe"


NETFLIX GAG: 'Before you scroll to exit, go up one and "Get Help' you need it!' Laughed Edna. Bertie was not amused.

 

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Thursday, 12 June 2025

War And Peace by Leo Tolstoy: Reflections

 

 

 

 

 

War And Peace by Leo Tolstoy: Reflections

 



This work, as Tolstoy saw it, rather than a novel, is of great length. It requires studious attention as it unfolds. Prinicipally it follows the the fortunes of the aristocracy in 19th Century Russia at the time of The Napoleanonic Wars. More than that though, it describes the horrors of war and its consequences. The characters are shown on the battlefield while an overview of the military campaign is given alongside this. Therefore it demands from the reader various skills, firstly in tradition novel character form and then in analysis of military maneuvers.
 
A main theme within the book is the nature of war itself. What is it? Why does it happen and what drives it. Tolstoy puts forward that it is Deity which causes it. His argument is that war happens of its own accord within the governance of the known universe. He rejects the notion of great men who cause it and carry it out to great effect. For Tolstoy, war has a mind of its own unto which it spirals endlessly. It is hap-hazard and owes little to great tacticians rathet it is sheer chaos out of which spring rapid opportunities of advance for one side or the other. 
 
Tolstoy also asks why the people consent to it? Do they unconditionally give allegiance to the state they live in regardless of its political culture. We can ask if nationalism overides all other considerations such as state dissent. We can ask if certain hypnotic figures emerge who cause the people to converge around him/her. Many have argued that war is in human nature. Tolstoy dismisses the historians and their various attributes to Mankind. For him there can be no doubt that the major factor lies in a force that governs life.
 
Overall, the work is a challenge to take on and requires great patience and time from the reader. The characters and their fortunes, plus their search for the meaning of life, enthral as they harbour within this. The vivid descriptions of life in 19th Century Russia is an education within itself. Then the reader is challenged to think deeply about the nature of war, life itself even and the causes of it. It requires reading routine and discipline to keep with it. It is well worth the effort to discover the depths of this Russian Literary Classic.
 
  
Alan Ewing, Cert HE, BA (Hons), MSc 
 
 
 
 
Footnote:  The follow-up work "Anna Karenina"was considered by Tolstoy to be his first actual novel. In this book Tolstoy is simply writing a novel with characters. Aristocracy again in 19th Century Russia, although without the long passges of war scenes and general philosophy on a Deity which is difficult to identify. Essntially Tolstoy concentrates on charcter romance.
 
 
 
 
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Friday, 9 May 2025

Writer's Perogative, a jotting by Alan Ewing

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Writer's's Perogative
a jotting by Alan Ewing 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 


Musician I may be
Never free
Actor for lines
So fine
Puppets on string
Not a thing
Like dancers same
Someone's game
You see a writer
God's little fighter
Pulls the strings
With such things
As ideas on the wind
Ideology within
The writer is the power
Within rhyming hour
You see it's in the pen
To say here and then
Words are the way
Within a writer's play
 
 
 
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Monday, 21 April 2025

Songs From A Dusty Cabinet, by Alan Ewing

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Songs From A Dusty Cabinet
by Alan Ewing
 

 
 

Over Easter 2025, I was decluttering and having a bit of a sort out, as I aim to move in the near future. It was upon opening my dusty cabinet for a Spring clean that I came across a batch of songs long forgotten about. Two of the songs were quite clearly written for 'Aylon', my musical monicker, from a childhood nickname given by my late middle-sister. They were thus added to Aylon's 'Landican Village' digital LP.  The others were for a different project, and I present them here under my own pen name in the form of an online digital EP.  

 
 
 
SONGS FROM A DUSTY CABINET 
digital EP
by Alan Ewing 


 Tracks 

Check Your Money
Flies In Your Mince Pies
Catch 23
Down (But Not Out)
Problem Solver
Dance Trance
 
Click to play digital EP here 
 
 

Broken Gem, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

BROKEN GEM

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 



I’ve been thinking it over

But I’ve not yet come to terms

My feelings are like a Supernova

I feel them turn and turn


You took a ride at my expense

And dropped the ticket in my lap

Then you say in your defence

That you read me like a map


Did you have to take it and break it

The gem that we had found

Now you’ll have to fake it and make it

The false love that will abound


Is it me who takes the blame

For what you can’t achieve

It could now never be the same

Because I am not so naive


So who is going to play the fool

Who’s going to provide the laughter

Who will smile and keep their cool

From this moment hereafter


Did you have to take it and break it

The gem that we had found

Now you’ll have to fake it and make it

The false love that will abound


I’ll take on new horizons

And make some new plans

It’s a new horse that I’m ridin'

A new beach with its sands

So keep looking over your shoulder

For what might be in reserve

You just got colder and colder

You really have a nerve


Did you have to take it and break it

The gem that we had found

Now you’ll have to fake it and make it

The false love that will abound

 

 

 

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Wednesday, 16 April 2025

The Stone Rejected, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

THE STONE REJECTED

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

(with reference to Mark 12 1-11; Psalm 118:22)



Sorrows never will be drowned

No one will push you to the ground

Love will rise again I promise you that

We’ll never bow upon their mat


Time is the factor that heals the wounds

Evil has no victory it is doomed

So don’t give in to it’s ways

For The Good Lord shall have His Day


The stone rejected

Has now become a rock

Truly strong and majestic

They shall no longer mock


Sit and wait for the Omega factor

While working out the meaning of Alpha

Start the fight with spiritual prowl

For you know the time is now


Put your trust in God above

If they push then give a shove

Like Job persist all the way

Never allow your faith to sway


The stone rejected

Has now become a rock

Truly strong and majestic

They shall no longer mock


Take on your arm a shield

And to their toll you must not yield

Hold in your hand a sword

And in your soul obey Natural Law


It’s over it’s falling and that’s The Truth

No longer will they pervert the youth

In days of old The Prophets did see

That God’s People would be free

 

 

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Friday, 4 April 2025

Guiding Light, a lyric by Alan Ewing

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guiding Light
a lyric by Alan Ewing

 




Looking for inspiration – day after day

In this world – clear thinking today

Seeking the spirit within - in mountain streams

Turning nightmares around into wonderful dreams


No icons for sure – you see what you get

That is The Way – that things are set

Feel Spirit’s influence – each and every day

We listen for Your Words – and all that they say


Born for all ages – in your rightful place

Saving us all – with such loving Grace

Life lived with Love – You taught The Way

Caring for others – listen to what they say


Guiding Light – there for all to see

 

 

 

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Mid-State, a lyric by Alan Ewing

  

 

 

 

 

Mid -State
a lyric by Alan Ewing

 



Well, there she was

A knocking on my door

I couldn’t believe my eyes

As my ears hit the floor


She came from Mid-State

Lived on the west coast

She wore her hair straight

Champagne was her toast


Then she stepped into the room

Her presence would shake your boots

Rock n’ Roll all night long

Because music was in her roots


Well, you listen to her all night long

And your senses are all over the place

You really are stuck on her

Cause she moves with such grace

 

 

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Friday, 21 March 2025

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

a lyric by Alan Ewing





Here you come in imitation of Jesus’ walk

Like a prophet from Hell with your lying talk

Your political lies reveal your true intentions

Sickly hypocrisy with the poor not mentioned


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot


Vile nature pours out from your turgid soul

The triumph of evil lauded as your goal

Venomous hatred from your every pore

Gates of Hell open as you walk through the door


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot


Your satanic presence leaves stench and rot

Spite, jealousy, maliciousness being your lot

Foul demonic rage is the fruit of your tree

The roots of evil are so evident to see


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

 

 

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Entity, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 


Entity

a lyric by Alan Ewing





Deep within your heart

Comes the call of your Creator

Far within your soul

The essence of your Maker


Lonely in a troubled night

It is God who hears your call

Troubled at the approaching dawn

Such Entity shines a Light


The Kingdom is never far away

For it lives in you here and now

Heaven reveals its gateway

As in the seeds you plough


The search for an answer

Is here for you to see

All is revealed in time

When you just exist and be


 

 

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Monday, 10 March 2025

Earth, a lyric by Alan Ewing



EARTH
by Alan Ewing
 
 
 

 
 
Is this the garden of Eden
In its fallen form? 
So many troubles grown
So much is torn
 
The fall of Angels bespoken
Such an awful crime 
To go against Almighty God
Such an awful time
 
Do we live this out now?
In our daily life
Cry out for the answers
In our daily strife
 
Are Angels inside of us?
As we fight the fight
Giving all that we have
With our daily might
 
Shall we walk to eternity?
Within our daily stroll
Wake up and then see
What exactly is the toll?


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