Wednesday, February 22, 2017


Nice whorl






A Dilemma 

Just grab a brush and paint you said
It seemed quite simple in my head
Just start from here and move to there
So away I went without a care

Before too long I saw my plight
A simple task – this can’t be right
So there I stood, trapped like a rat
Nowhere to turn - imagine that

So I thought and thought and thought some more
I never thought so hard before.
But no solution came to mind
Man I’m certainly in a bind.

The hours passed by and there I stood
Then you came back – I prayed you would
You looked at me and laughed out loud
You laughed so loud you drew a crowd

The solution’s simple – don’t you see
The paint has dried you said to me
I touched the floor and to my surprise
The paint had dried before my eyes

So the moral of this story is crystal clear
I learned the hard way it would appear
Don’t paint your floor red it’s plain as day
It will cause a dilemma and waste your whole day.

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole



Friday, February 17, 2017

Ah, those were the days.  Lying on the sand with the sun warming my back (side)!!!




There's a report out from the United Press that Trump wants to mobilize 100,000 national guardsmen to act as an "mass deportation force." 
http://www.rawstory.com/2017/02/trump-mulls-using-100000-national-guard-troops-as-deportation-squad-for-undocumented-immigrants-report/






The 60's on the Sunset Strip.  Those poor deputies had to walk a beat with their helmets on.

Monday, February 13, 2017

My Moon

She rises into the eastern sky,
and speaks to me in hushed whispers.
Words of encouragement.
Words of love.
In a language only the moon and I dare share.

She climbs into the sky in full lustre,
filling my heart with her radiance.
A beacon of strength.
And twinkle of iridescence.
Lavishing me with her endless devotion.

She drifts across the ebony sky,
casting her glow for all to see.
My greedy heart aches,
For I must share her adore.
What lover can bear to give in.

She sinks into the far off abyss,
Returning to the earth mother’s loving womb.
A tear forms.
A heavy sigh.
Farewell my love.  I bid you adieu.

---Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole

"Baker Street" by Gerry Raferty.  I love the sax in this song.









Sunday, February 12, 2017