Archive for April, 2022

Saturday 30th April 2022

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Friday 29th April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 29, 2022 by uppyalf


The evidence is clear to me
We are set on a course to hell
I see it
When one has studied history
And taken the hidden facts
As well as those that are
As plain as a boil on your arse
It’s there look
Go on look
I am hiding from reality
I cannot make a cause
I cannot make an effect
Not a jot of difference
So I am now trying to avoid the news
Can anyone else see what’s being repeated?
Maybe they are hiding too
Dancing with their fears
Having a final fling
The world is just a scab upon that boil
I pick and pick at it
Don’t pick it
It will not get better
Dalliance with sin
Naked Tik Tok
Only fans
Sex and debauchery
Playing the big game
Nothing more to lose
Take on the beast
He’s crazy
All this has been said
And done over and over
Money and gold
Oil and food
Famine and death
Faith and no faith at all
A collapse in the markets
Cost of living benefits the rich
They are hoping against hope
That their wealth will save them
It didn’t before
The jackanapes
There is the winner maybe
But not this time
The repetition will stop
And all
Yes all will suffer the cold
And bitter destruction
All the prayers will fall
On the ears of the dead
For the dead and the dying
Will for sure be all there is

Bish April 29th 2022


The overlying causes for the famine are still disputed. Some scholars suggest that the man-made famine was a consequence of the economic problems associated with changes implemented during the period of Soviet industrialisation.

There are also those who blame a systematic set of policies perpetrated by the Soviet government under Stalin designed to exterminate the Ukrainians. According to Stephen Wheatcroft, the grain yield for the Soviet Union preceding the famine was a low harvest of between 55 and 60 million tons, likely in part caused by damp weather and low traction power, yet official statistics mistakenly reported a yield of 68.9 million tons.

Gareth Jones

I walked along through villages and twelve collective farms. Everywhere was the cry, ‘There is no bread. We are dying’. This cry came from every part of Russia, from the Volga, Siberia, White Russia, the North Caucasus, and Central Asia. I tramped through the black earth region because that was once the richest farmland in Russia and because the correspondents have been forbidden to go there to see for themselves what is happening.
In the train a Communist denied to me that there was a famine. I flung a crust of bread which I had been eating from my own supply into a spittoon.
A peasant fellow-passenger fished it out and ravenously ate it. I threw an orange peel into the spittoon and the peasant again grabbed it and devoured it.
The Communist subsided. I stayed overnight in a village where there used to be two hundred oxen and where there now are six. The peasants were eating the cattle fodder and had only a month’s supply left. They told me that many had already died of hunger. Two soldiers came to arrest a thief. They warned me against travel by night, as there were too many ‘starving’ desperate men.
‘We are waiting for death’ was my welcome, but see,
we still, have our cattle fodder. Go farther south. There they have nothing. Many houses are empty of people already dead,’ they cried.

On 17 August 1935, The Times reported that the Chinese authorities had found Jones’s body the previous day with three bullet wounds. The authorities believed that he had been killed on 12 August, the day before his 30th birthday. There was a suspicion that his murder had been engineered by the Soviet NKVD, as revenge for the embarrassment he had caused the Soviet regime.

Thursday 28th April 2022

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Wednesday 27th April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 27, 2022 by uppyalf

The Water Tower

It stands there
Intriguing me
It’s a special thing
A sentinel
A tomb
A grave marker
It’s a special thing
Water tanks
Two doors
A window
Intriguing me
It made me walk around it
I studied it from all angles
The monolith in 2001
comes to my mind
The underworld
The entrance to Hades
It’s a special thing

Bish 31st January 2022

Tuesday 26th April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 26, 2022 by uppyalf

The Chariot

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson

3 men go into a hotel. The man behind the desk says a room is $30 so each man pays $10 and goes to the room.

A while later the man behind the desk realized the room was only $25 so he sent the bellboy to the 3 guys’ room with $5. On the way the bellboy couldn’t figure out how to split $5 evenly between 3 men, so he gave each man a $1 and kept the other $2 for himself.

This meant that the 3 men each paid $9 for the room, which is a total of $27 add the $2 that the bellboy kept = $29. Where is the other dollar?

There is no missing dollar. The men spent $27. Of which $25 went on the room and $2 went to the light fingered bell boy. You can not add the $2 the bellboy has to the $27 the men spent as this $2 actually comes out of the $27 the men spent, the other $25 going on the room.

Put another way consider how the $30 breaks down:
$25 — room
$3 (3x $1) — back to the men
$2 — Bellboy

Monday 25th April 2022

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Sunday 24th April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 24, 2022 by uppyalf

Observation on a Sunday

While the marathon runners were
Being coaxed over the line
The sun came out and then
Passed behind clouds
This left the parents either burning or freezing
The mother of Harry had a throat tattoo
This looked like a bizarre bruise
I was intrigued and wanted to look closer
The moms and dads phones came out like a routine
Sand poured from children’s shoes
New lovers with split families kissed and cuddled
Jumpers off
Jumpers on
I drew and anchor tattoo on Noah’s arm
He counted to ten while it dried in the sunlight
A very tall girl of a tender age was on the swing
Her mom and her kissing partner stared at their phones
She looked seventeen but she
Must have been only eleven or twelve
A man with damaged feet wearing
What appeared to be diving boots?
Walking hand in hand with his lover while
The loud speaker talked the runner’s home
Well done
You got this
Well done
Come on
Come on
Only a few yards to go
Come on
You got this
Harry gets reprimanded
The girl the mom and the man were now all on their phones
All in a line such a different world
Yet the clouds still block the sun
Mostly the moms push and pull the swings
And rock the rides
The men sit watching
Lay in the sun
Or gaze at their phones
A sheer dress played often in the breeze
Matching the skin tones of its wearer
The same breeze whipped around my ears
Causing a vortex in the sand pit
A shining bright penny was the treasure found
A poppy on a piece of wood
And a staring fish
Tall babies road the rides
A girl in a wheel chair was pushed through the danger zone
Caps on
Caps off
Ice creams
Slush puppies or coffees
Bubble guns
A bubble sword
Harry threw this in another tantrum
His dad a born organiser controls their day
Each minute passes with these things
These events
This is the way the Sunday passes
Until its bedtime

Bish Stratford upon Avon Park
Sunday 24th April 2022

Saturday 23rd April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 23, 2022 by uppyalf

Friday 22nd April 2022

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Thursday 21st April 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on April 21, 2022 by uppyalf