Without Memorable Quotes [REVISED]

Terry Pratchett may have evolved the theme of
Raising Steam, possibly, but this book doesn’t
seem to have been written by him - the outline
story is everything while the dialogue does not
sound like Pratchett’s characters at all

Humour and reflective consideration about the
meaning of life is completely lacking - Vetinari
is all wrong with a completely out-of-character
Drumknott - Moist Von Lipwig sounds a one-
dimensional pre-determined fairytale hero

Dick Simnel is everyman - as is everyone else,
the steam locomotive is a protagonist yet just
killing one assailant relegates her to being part
of the background - and thus without the usual
philosophising it is fast adventure less any

Memorable quotes to treasure; I’ll return to the
original Discworld books for the special magic
which will live forever!

Wishing Lightning To Strike [3rd REVISION]

Can’t go on with throbbing ankle and ringing ears,
went for a stroll to escape the chicken coop noise
noise driving me mad, road-works in a narrow lane
- and I did not see the concrete slab ready to catch
imbeciles who do not realise death is waiting there

Walked slap-dam into it, hurt my right ankle real bad,
limped back to the office where break offers respite
until auxiliary staff return to babble on their phones
endlessly, every sound reverberating inside my head,
my ankle throbs in tandem with my head and this is

A stab at my psyche, a concrete slab waiting to inflict
pain & the scrape on my skin is burning, how can life
turn violent so fast, I am all aches and my heart is sore
and I am bored - analysing forms when feeling bad is
impossible and auxiliary Mimi is back and already

Talking full volume, I feel the throbbing increase taking
over my life, fill my universe and make me still – maybe
I’m meditating and that is good, apparently it will move
the world into a new state of peace when restless souls
like me manage to focus on spiritual feats so the New

Aquarian Age can begin, I only hope that wishing for
lightning to strike the concrete slab and auxiliaries
does not stop the New Age in its tracks…

Unique Configuration Of Snow [REVISED

A time of reckoning – grey auditors reporting on
anthropomorphic personages; an ice-blue Snow
Queen bedecked in diaphanous mantle and cowl
shimmering with turquoise & purple, eyes flashing
green, ice-cold heart, feet freezing, wondering how
to explain her making snowflake crystals every day

The auditors want statistics on how many, how big,
date sent into storms - as for symbolism, colour or
meaning and form - no interest  - the Snow Queen
found polluted water couldn't crystalize -but saying
a prayer made amazing geometrical patterns, when
saying ‘Thank You’ a 6-line defined pattern formed 

Just saying Love made crystal patterns change into
fine lace - every pattern more beautiful than the one
before; of numbers, size and date - she cannot say –
statistics & auditors come straight from hell, invisible
dark energy making up 99 % of all in existence, if only
they understood the wonder of Indra’s reflecting pearls

They might understand how life’s hologram is always
defined anew in every unique configuration of snow!

Card And Champagne [REVISED]

A soft warm peach-coloured blanket
and socks and cloths with a sewing
kit to attach the buttons my pink top
sheds at an alarming rate - clearly

they who made it thought with sadistic
satisfaction of the wearer walking in a
button shower where-ever she goes;
it includes a tin in which to keep the

sewing kit as it always disappears -
Freudian slips showing I hate sewing,
hiding it from myself; given the pretty
polka-dot tin I might be able

to override this - and thus lunch was
spent profitably - now to pull out my
spending teeth, get ready for mom’s
80th birthday in April

She’s already writing and presenting
an Easter play and she loves doing it,
the old-age home’s acoustic chapel is
available for her music and song with

An orchestra in wheelchairs to shake
home-made instruments; a card and
champagne might be all I can add to
her delight at this stage…

Colour And Thought-Forms [REVISED]

When I die I think my soul will board
a spiritual flight bound for the astral
dimension where the newly dead all
congregate, I cannot see why souls
will have to walk one by one into the
afterlife regions, we don’t walk one
by one on earth - why would we do
that afterwards, all souls will travel
in groups - boarding the frequency
that resonates with them, called by

The vibration that makes them feel
at home; mine will be a melody that
calls to me - Mozart’s bus - to carry
passengers who love his music, all
the colours bright and souls smiling
in spiritual ways I cannot imagine or
describe, a vibrant group warm with
sparkles & glitters which will call me
irrevocably - I shall follow the Light
wherever it goes and endeavour to

Take the gathered joy of a lifetime
with me, to enrich the frequencies
that will be my new home without
anything other than feeling music,
colour and thought-forms, I shall
continue to exist a nostalgic note
resonating tunefully everywhere
my soul goes!

Peace Of Inner Deep [REVISED]

Unable to surrender to Love from lack of trust
after lifetimes of betrayal and eons of illusory
human experience you want to open to divine
field of love - yet fear this trusting completely

Prayer, contemplation and meditation quiets
unruly minds surrendering to stillness so to
dissipate lack of trust - spending time in the
peace of inner space deep within ourselves

Where there has only ever been love - the
illusory separation feeling is just pretension
thus salvation is unnecessary as we’re not
lost nor ever been separated from source

Our consciousness has limitations seen in
human conflicts; we’re assailed by conduit-
channeled divine messages of love from
spiritual realms far beyond this earth

Collective intent is conflict to end to the
advantage of everyone - no-one’s to be
exempt, a state of few “haves” & billions
of “have-nots” can't go on, we can’t be

Living without our inner love; this is the
end of the illusory games we’ve played,
enough of hardship, time for awakening -
time which can no longer be delayed

And when fear evaporates after enduring
so much pain for uncountable eons, we
shall finally receive all the joy and glory
taking mankind to the celestial spheres

Sweet Common Sense [REVISED]

It is a CHOICE to feel separate,
alone and abandoned, creating
a sad illusion which brings pain
and suffering - some choose to
believe life evolved randomly in
a hostile environment unaware
of life and consciousness - that
humans deserve the destruction
they wreak with their own hands

People seek love relationships
but nothing satisfies deep need
within - while forever dreaming
of an elusive love not found in a
God rewarding good behaviour
or in subjugating others to honour
Him - we thus miss the point of
existence: that is in knowing the
joy of delighted consciousness

Which unmasks insane ideas of
life requiring sacrifice  - to make
us worthy - truth is we are free
to believe love lives in our own
hearts & genes in unconditional
love for everything  - to feel its
magical effect creating a sweet
life of common sense founded
in bright wisdom of discernment