'Older People' have changed the world!.. and will continue.

The whole point about health is that it must be worth it. There must be a purpose behind good health.

 

With so short - in relative terms - a human life, we need to go for the best not the worst, the boring, the miserable, or the mean.

 

Good mental and physical health needs good food, good exercise and interesting thought.

 

Now take the delights of a decent cream tea.

Scone made with plump raisins, good flour and fat,
eggs from happy birds on free range
- and no extra sugar needed.
 

Blackcurrant jam rich with fruit. Clotted cream if possible. Pot of tea, with whole milk.

Good company. What meal could be nicer?
 

Feel free to comment on your thoughts in the section below.

 

 

Aah... yes. This selfie is supposed to be about Older People..saying what the point is.

 

The point about 'older people' of my generation is that we have always changed the world.
 

We need to accelerate that now, both as a matter of keeping mentally fit, and to make sure

that the world remains changed, for the better.

 

No good sitting on your laurels, if you managed to gain any.

Instead, get them out,

give them a bit of a dust (if you really must)
and then get on with it.

 

If you happen to be 'a bit short of laurels', there's time yet.
 

If you don't want to go into a slow, slippery decline, get out, 'older person' and make your mark.

Be certain to enjoy it this time. 

 

With 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 years of knowledge

- and a little flip of anarchy -

 great things can eb achieved. (spelling, for instance)

 

Go for it!  

Empowerment’s Courageous Truth

When you announce ‘empowerment

Consider well the word you use

Stick to its own courageous truth

And do not bend it to your will

Corruptions forced upon the word

Will wear its very meaning down

To plunge it crippled to a pit

In chains and blindfolding of will

Empowerment comes from deep within

To meet the need where need there is

It works to fight its battles well

And to extend the health and will

Don’t plunge the beauty of its wit

In fear and anger from its height

But work to save it – give it weight

To state its truth and keep its will

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Empowered Persons

So we discuss the way to go

The way to give the power back

Yet giving power will no more be

Empowering the Community

Than other ‘telling what to do’

And scanning badges to control

Removing with one sleight of hand

Empowerment from Community

The power must be in the air

And spreading widely in free range

To take – to seize – to use at will

Empowering the Community

Which only can its power claim

For need and purpose it will have

Not sit – a beggar who can’t reach

Empowerment from Community

The way to go is ‘set it free’

Just watch it fly – don’t shoot it down

Put in the seed and help it grow

Empowering the Community

Free will is something you can’t give

It will not live its life in chains

Dispensed by those we pay to care

Empowerment is Community

It sweeps through barrel-rolls in air

It feels the sun upon its back

And spies the land from dizzy height

Empowering the Community

There is no slot nor regiment

Where power’s forelock will be tugged

Yet still polite humanity

Empowers within Community

In part - the right is there to fail

Or win – or to protect your own

Or – in extreme – the stranger tend

Empowering the Community

Raw freedom’s rights are ill-prepared

To be subsumed below the State

And always humans who stand firm

Empower their own Community

So take the seed and feed the bird

Rewarding well its shining health

By watching – as it flies away

Where you can’t catch nor hold its life

Yet you can tend its ills and woes

Accountable of your own will

Empowered by Community

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Its Art - a poem about the need for Art in our lives

Its Art

                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                Its Art has moved all people on

                                                                                                Above their lower life

                                                                                                Its Art will feed – from artists gone

                                                                                                And cut us like a knife

                                                                        And though we raise our thoughts aloft

                                                                        Art shows us who we be

                                                                        Its bright – unclear – its sharp or soft

                                                                        It forces us to see

                                                We may not understand it all

                                                We wont – let all be clear

                                                For Art amuses when we fall

                                                Yet shows us what to fear

                        You concentrate on simple form

                        Or complicated view

                        And understand one facet - warm

                        Can mean so much to you

Yet always Art – elusive still

Escapes the final touch

For artists draw on complex will

On solid air and such

                        To fashion one collected hope

                        From many failures there

                        One view beyond the normal scope

                        One aspect wise - or rare

                                                To show a new way into thought

                                                If you will follow on

                                                Engage the mind in reason caught

                                                Before its reasons gone

                                                                        And Art – its essence all around

                                                                        Picked out by careful skill

                                                                        Can yet be understood and found

                                                                        By all who have the will

                                                                                                And whether Art arrives by sight

                                                                                                Or in some vacuum rare

                                                                                                Beamed in from long dead stars at night

                                                                                                Discovered in a stare

                                                                        Or in perspective or in none

                                                                        As foundrel - will - or thought

                                                                        To flicker here – snuff out – be gone

                                                                        Art will be as it ought

                                                Where it can once be recognised

                                                Art has the right to be

                                                Made welcome – not – or stigmatised

                                                Art does not bend the knee

                        It flourishes – successful weed

                        Unstoppable - remains

                        For Art is strength – it will succeed

                        We die – yet Art maintains

                                                                                                Art?!? Nah!

                                                                                    (This is a failed attempt to explain)
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Empowered? – Not yet! – But Impatient To Be So!

I’m nobody’s patient patient

The system is all awry

It thinks I was born for patience

For patience until I die

But I was born impatient

To throw things and to cry

To scope life with other Impatients

But mostly to get by

I’m grateful - when I’m a patient

If ill – I’m prepared thereby

With the facts – to wait in patience

Without them I’m high and dry

I’m angry and I’m impatient

And if I’ve been told a lie

Disempowered – like other Impatients

I will not sit by and sigh

I’ll tell you that as your patient

The one who needs to defy

I will work over time and patience

To learn what you do – to pry

To change for us – all impatient

The system of health – your tie

From ill to good health – for Impatients

Work with me or I’ll ask why

The system must suit the patient

Must find what works and espy

The way to improve - in patience

The way to re-cut the pie

To serve the people impatient

The slice they need – and to vie

To bring the best – to Impatients

That’s what we can do if we try

Professional – Carer – or Patient

Loud woman or very shy guy

Set limits upon your patience

Take only what works – Magpie

Insist on the best – be impatient

Get rid of the worst thereby

Bad service produces Impatients

With work we can kiss it “Goodbye!”

02Dec2013

So that there is no mistake:

Impatient – I am impatient – I am an Impatient(sing.) - We are Impatients (plu.)

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