Years, Alan Ewing

 

Years

Alan Ewing

Is this you and me

Caught in tears

After so much laughter

the storm it came

whose to blame

for the hereafter

I think I'll laugh

Oh so naff

Afraid of tears

Let's pick up

Smile from above

And laugh again

©dewyswriter2021

The Loves of Mr Henson, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

The Loves of Mr Henson

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Mister Henson loves his garden

He loves to dig up the weeds

He relishes turning up the dandelions

To take his mind off his weekly deeds

Mister Henson loves his car

He takes his family for rides

He takes them to the countryside

It occupies his mind 

Mr Henson, Mr Henson, The Loves of Mr Henson 

Mister Henson loves the sea

It gives a calming effect

It helps him to forget about the work

In a heap upon his desk

On Monday morning he rises early

And reflects on his weekend bliss

His thoughts are so tranquil

As he heads to his office 

Mr Henson, Mr Henson, The Loves of Mr Henson

He watches the sunrise in the sky, after he has left his car

He thinks back to the preceding evening, with the beauty of the evening stars

HENSON IS A DEFENCE MINISTER: HE PLANS NUCLEAR ATTACKS

HE LOVES HIS CAR. HIS GARDEN, THE SKY

ITS LOVE OF THE WORLD HE LACKS

Mister Henson!   

©dewyswriter2021

All In Life's Stride, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 All In Life's stride

a lyric by Alan Ewing

We all must find a way, to take life as it comes each day

Troubles they come, troubles they go, pick oneself up when things are low

Truer words can be never be spoken, like those which are honestly woken

A glem of honesty in the heart is a good way for us to start

All In Life's Stride

It's all down to you

All in life's stride

The next day is new

The experience you need

Is what you've been through

Discover humour as a key, because only this will make you see

That the world can be a funny place, nothing like the smile on a face

There'll always be people who'll put you down, always making you frown

Though take it lightly, and pass it by, believe in self and reach for the sky

All In Life's Stride

It's all down to you

The feelings you try to hide

Reveal themselves as truth

All In Life's stride

The next day is new

The experience you need

Is what you've been through

[Repeat previous two choruses]

©dewyswriter2021

A Wedding In Reading, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 A Wedding In Reading

a lyric by Alan Ewing

The groom was late by half an hour

Not realising that drink contained such power

The night before had been his stag night

His best man had ended up in a fight

After a bowl of cornflakes with scrambled eggs

He could hardly stand upon his legs

He gulped down his coffee and rushed out the door

And promptly fell face down upon the floor

A Wedding in Reading

A great happy day

New sheets and bedding

And laughs on the way

The bride she was a lovely sight

You 'd never have believed she's been up all night

She just couldn't sleep and watched the clock

Counting the seconds till her wedlock

Little sister was with her by breakfast time

With mother on the gin and father on the wine

They'd spent all that they possessed in the world

To make this day special for their little girl

A Wedding in Reading

A toot and a pip

To the bedroom it's heading

For a bit of a kip

Do you hereby undertake to spend all your days

Watching soap operas on the telly in a drunken haze

You have new days in the nappies, recoil from the smell of the crappies

Though it sure beats being alone in a flat, even if you feel like a doormat

A Wedding in Reading

A toot and a pip

To the bedroom it's heading

For a bit of a kip 

A Wedding in Reading

A great happy day

New sheets and bedding

And laughs on the way

©dewyswriter2021

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds By William Shakespeare [a blog exposition by Alan Ewing]

 

Sonnet 116: 

Let me not to the marriage of true mind, by William Shakespeare

 

A blog exposition by Alan Ewing 

 

Firstly, Sonnet 116 itself, a slow absorbtion of the words, followed by a second reading, then read my paragraphs below, then returning to the Sonnet, as the rhythm of the language flows as you get used to it:

 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

 

Outside of the Bible then Shakespeare is the ultimate writer about the sheer nature of love. In Shakespeare this is romantic love, whereas The New Testament deals primiarily with general love. Sonnet 116 is about the stability of true love. A marriage indeed. One in which the lovers can face every trial that life may bring, every test that fate might throw into their path. Love does not change in the face of such change, else it is not true love. Love is like a fixed star that is immovable. 

 

Time cannot affect love if it is true. For it grows within time. Shakespeare is telling us that fickle fancies will also not interfere with the course of true love. When it is entwined then it is rooted in such a way as to be the foundation stone of life itself. Companionship, friendship and loyalty are enshrined within it, through good times and bad. Love can conquer every hardship, even when all seems lost, and is the most powerful force that we ever encounter in our lives, when it is true. If not, says Shakespeare, then he, The Bard, was never a writer.

 

 ©dewyswriter exluding Sonnet 116

 

Excerpt here from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, with Kate Winslet as Marianne reciting part of Sonnet 116

 

Persona, a blog by Alan Ewing

 

 

 PERSONA

 

a blog by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

Is our past self our present self? For the universe is in Fluxus Quo. It is in a constant state of change. Brought to mind by my recently turning 60, the point at which metabolism ceases to regenerate. What then? Is this the change that sees the ebbing away of the old human body? The New Testament teaches us that we evolve into a new spiritual state:

I Corinthians 35-49: (NIV)

³⁵ But someone will ask, “How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come?” ³⁶ How foolish! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. ³⁷ When you sow, you do not plant the body that will be, but just a seed, perhaps of wheat or of something else. ³⁸ But God gives it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body. ³⁹ Not all flesh is the same: People have one kind of flesh, animals have another, birds another and fish another. ⁴⁰ There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another. ⁴¹ The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another; and star differs from star in splendor.

⁴² So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; ⁴³ it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; ⁴⁴ it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.

If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. ⁴⁵ So it is written: “The first man Adam became a living being”^[a]; the last Adam, a life-giving spirit. ⁴⁶ The spiritual did not come first, but the natural, and after that the spiritual. ⁴⁷ The first man was of the dust of the earth; the second man is of heaven. ⁴⁸ As was the earthly man, so are those who are of the earth; and as is the heavenly man, so also are those who are of heaven. ⁴⁹ And just as we have borne the image of the earthly man, so shall we^[b] bear the image of the heavenly man.

 

So we evolve. What we evolve into will be defined by our present self. The present, though is always changing. The universe itself expands, and when contractions arrive, will then start to reverse in time, according to the latest scientic theory. All that is becomes as it was. In following this through then self is a myriad of states. We cannot alter the past, for that would go against the physical laws of the universe. We can only affect the present which, as observed, is constantly changing. In conclusion, our persona is never fixed at any point in time

 

 

 

 

 ©dewyswriter2021

 

 

 

 

The Ultimate Betrayal, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 The Ultimate Betrayal

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

Trust was put in him,

but he betrayed without a care;

he committed the ultimate sin.

By giving over one so fair.

Thirty pieces of silver in hand,

he received his pay.

The world was just a grain of sand

In the universe on that fateful day.

Oh! Judas, you fool, you fool!

For playing satan's game.

Couldn't you see that you were just a tool?

For the assault upon The Holiest Name.

Oh! Modern churches unify,

In His Holy Name.

Sectarian interests multiply:

you have only yourselves to blame.

For is this not also betrayal?

To segregate His words.

Substituting conflict and dogma,

for the true message being heard ...

 

©dewyswriter2021

image The Last Supper by Carl Heinrich Bloch 1876