December 02, 2004

Beautiful eyes on a clear and cloudless night

Just a few more poems

Beautiful Eyes

Trying to picture the face
But nothing will appear
Except those beautiful eyes.
Their brilliance, their colour
The light they provide
Deep in those beautiful eyes

I see all my inanity
My thoughtless anonymity
Reflected in the beautiful eyes

The gaze so intense, full of feeling
Smiling eyes providing healing
I fall into those beautiful eyes

Dreams and wishes forged
On an anvil of hesitation
Stolen glances, lingered looks,
Shattered signals of anticipation

I fall, unresistingly
I fall, unrealistically
I fall unrelentingly
Into those beautiful eyes.

Clear and Cloudless Night

The cloudless cloak
And stars so bright,
Silvery moon, subdued light
Remind me of you.

The shadows of trees,
The depths of blue,
Cold air, shivering too,
Thinking of you.

Starry eyes forever changed,
Memories to last forever.
Quiet calm, never forgotten,
I will always remember.

The nights that remind me,
Cloudless skies will find me,
Lost in memories of you.

Art of Deception

Behind the words and action
Lays a man you'll never see.
Hidden by the tangled web
That traps both heart and mind.
His thoughts remain invisible
In the blindness of your love
Feeding you with half-truths,
Corralled by innocence.
His smiling happy countenance
Keeps your doubts at bay.
You tell him that you know him
He laughs your fears away.
Alibis abound for those late nights
When you lay awake in bed.
His professions and his demeanour
Takes away your dread.
Behind it all he runs around,
With friends becoming lovers.
A guiltless soul of excuses,
Never to be discovered.
The art of deception, known only by his kind.
He'll break your heart, tear your soul,
Then he'll twist your mind.
Alone, bereft, they told you so.
You could not believe.
He smothered you within the web,
Never let you breathe.
He stole your life, and fed upon its blood,
All the while you said you understood.
Why he had to work so late, why he needed space.
The art of deception, now scars upon your face.


November 24, 2004

Poems – the back catalog

Well, I though it was time that I shared some more of my poems with the world. So I have decided to post the entire collection (not all at once!!) on my blog, in no particular order..
So here's the first one.

A Night in the Peak District

The last glowing embers of life
Smothered slowly by the silky shroud,
As darkness spreads his consuming cloak over the land.
Broken only by the plaintiff bleats,
Lambs seeking safety and shelter.
Fairy lights dancing and flitting along silent paths.
The silent silky glow covering all with a silvery shine
As peeping pipistrelles fly and flit
Seeking and searching in the silence.
Solitary stars shine in the sky
Like thoughts in a young mind.
Dreams drift, entering and leaving the mind
Like actors on a stage.
Dark shadows loom as the gloom deepens and grows.
Silent strangers watching and waiting, oblivious to the show.
The quiet crescent dimly fades as blood seeps across the sky.
Lightness entering all our hearts, the dawning of a new day.

And here's the second

The Muse

With soft brown eyes, she surveys the scene,
Thoughts and rhymes flowing through her mind.
Here, but also there, alone with company.
Still like a rock, with warmth in her heart
She provides the inspiration.
Older than her looks allow
Through experience and sensation.
Strangely sensual is her allure
To those who feel her thoughts,
Providing meaning and hope.
Drawn like a moth to the aura,
Destiny's path is taken.
Into a world of more than this,
A dream, forever not to awaken.


November 15, 2004

Henry's week (prime number time)

What a week – was having a fun time making lots of fun things at nursery, then on Thursday mummy and daddy took me to the doctors. Some strange woman, stuck a needle in my leg and it really hurt. Mummy and daddy said it was MMR or something. Then I had to see another doctor – she was really nice and had a strange swinging monkey toy thing.

Daddy tried to play with my train set with me at the weekend, but he kept using even numbers of pieces not odd ones so I had to keep taking bits out. Daddy didn't seem to like me doing this. Eventually however, he gave up and put it away so I could concentrate on playing with my Noah's Ark.

Went shopping on Saturday – but couldn't find any good presents for anyone. Spent lots of time playing with the fruit in Tesco – found I could move the fruit trolleys if I pulled them hard enough.

Feeling a bit under the weather now – and quite sleepy – guess its this immunisation thing. Hopefully will feel better tomorrow.

Happy smiley Henry ;->


November 09, 2004

Henry's Week (13.5 months old now)

Enjoying being back at nursery – have made a snowflake and a drawn and coloured in a conker.
Went to see cousin Ben this weekend. He lives in a giant house a long long way from my home. The journey across seemed to take ages – I got through 1 sleep and 1 meal.
He has lots of space to crawl around and loads of toys.
Saw some strange things on Saturday – lots of bangs and bright lights – quite scary in fact.
Ben seems to have a strange animal in his house – it hissed at me and tried to hit me. Daddy said that it was a Sally Cat, and that I had to be gentle with it.
The journey home was not too bad – lots of sleeping, 1 dirty nappy and some food.
It was good to get back home – all my favourite toys were there.

October 25, 2004

NESTA Crucible programme

Have just got back from the last in a series of 3 Crucible labs. A fantastic time at Dartington Hall, learning about creativity within Science, engineering and technology.
The Crucible programme is a fantastic opportunity for young scientists to take a bit of time out and to broaden their whole persepctive on science and society.
Nesta will be looking for a new set of "recruits" in November time – so if you are a young scientist, engineer or technologist who wants to be challenged to examine how you feel about science and how it fits with society and other issues such as ethics, politics and creativity, then look out for the call.

For me, the programme has opened my eyes to how my work fits within a much wider context, it has given me more conifdence to take my work in the directions I want to go, and to look for, identify and sieze opportunities as they arise, rather than to think "I'll never get that" or "I'll never be able to do that".

One of the sessions focussed on politics and we were set the task of writing a personal white paper, that set out our vision of where we want to go in life/career/science. Mine is below, I think it provides a good summary of what theCrucible programme meant to me and what it aims to do.

Personal White Paper

Climbing in the mountains,
Floating down the streams,
Following no footsteps,
Building hopes and dreams.

Time enough to wonder,
Time enough to share,
Watching and progressing,
Time enough to care.

Communicating my science,
Letting others see,
Considering broader issues,
Letting my mind fly free.

Guiding those who need it,
Letting staff and youngsters grow,
Inspiring and stimulating,
Allowing ideas to flow.

Working for society
Within my own beliefs.
Retaining my identity
Resisting the “political thief”.

Reading , absorbing,
Learning, leading,
Discussing not destroying,
Evaluating, seeding.

Freedom from pressures,
Freedom from strife,
Freedom for growing,
Freedom for life.

For more information on NESTA and the Crucible programme go to: www.nesta.org.uk

October 20, 2004

A pox on me

Caught chicken pox last Tuesday.
Spent the whole week off Nursery – sleeping most of the time.
Saw 3 different doctors during the week – mummy and daddy kept giving me horrible eye drops and covering me in pink cream!

Now feeling better, and Gran is looking after me well (Muummy and Daddy had to go to work)

My spots are slowly disappearing, and I am feeling up to playing a lot more now.

Can't wait to get bak to Nursery and see all my friends, plus they have lots of cool toys for me to play with there as well.

TTFN - Henry


Friends move on

Some good friends move up to the North of England a couple of weeks ago, which prompted me to think a bit more about friendship and relationships in general.

At least it is easy to keep in touch nowadays with email, blogs etc – I'm actually pretty poor at writing snail mail letters.

It is interesting how friends come and go throughout your life. We seem to float along in our lives, meeting new people and making new friends, some we keep for years, others drift off after a week or month or year. Someone once wrote that is only possible for a person to maintain a network of about 12 friends or so. Don't know about this, I prefer to have 4 or 5 close firends rather than lots of acquaintances. I suppose this a sort of secruity blanket, knowing that whatever you face in life, there is always someone there willing to listen and be there when you need them.

Most of the friends I made at University have now disappeared from my life and I have new friends who have filled the gaps. Some friendships are work working for though, no matter where in the world the person happens to be.

Anyway, must go and get back to work.

Just leave with a couple of poems (one light one dark) on the subject of friends.

Will you?

Will you be the one who sits
And listens when I speak?
Will you be there to give me strength
When I am feeling weak?

Will you be the one who comforts me
Through my trouble and my woes?
Will you be there to stand with me
Against adversity and foes?

Will you be the one who helps me up
When I have been knocked down?
Will you be the one who cheers me up
When you see me frown?

Will you lend me your support
When I fall out of luck?
Will you be the one who nurses me
When, with illness, I am struck?

Will you be there to guide me
If, of the way, I lose my sight?
Will you be there beside me
When I waken in the night?

Will you be there to share with me
My thoughts, ideas and dreams?
Will you speak out for me
When all is not as it seems?

Will you be the one who cares for me
When I feel bereft?
Will you be the one who stays
When everyone else has left?

Will you provide a shelter
And aid me when I fall?
Will you always come to me
Whenever you hear my call?

Will you take me in your arms
And shield me from my fears?
Will you be the one who picks me up
And wipes away my tears?

If these things you'll do for me,
For you I'll do the same.
True friends, one soul, two bodies,
Different in only name

F®iends

Faces so familiar, passing in the night,
Lights within the darkness, shining so bright.
Thoughts and dreams, not open to dispute,
Shared confidences used to prosecute.

Friends once known, now long gone,
Fiends await you within the throng.
Friend or fiend, a letter away,
A friend may be a fiend one day.

Those closest hurt us most,
Taken soul, just a ghost.
Stolen heart and broken mind,
A f®iend leaves nothing behind.

Sapping embraces, "just a hug",
Once bitten, caught the bug.
No place to hide, nowhere to run,
A shared experience has just begun.

Words cannot be unspoken, f®iends know everything.
Shattered secrets are ties that bind, secure as string.


October 14, 2004

A need for set courses in the pool?

Follow-up to Thoughts for SOAK pool sessions and general paddling from The uncertainty of feeding the rat

Just a quick note:
Yesterday I was at a Duke of Edinburgh's Award meeting. One of the young people is into kayaking and her and her brother used to come to SOAK. However, her brother stopped coming as he did not feel he was progressing. He wanted to do star tests, but did not feel that he was being coached towards them.
I therefore think that this indicates a need to look at how we run the pool sessions – we should try and provide set courses in at least one of the sessions, with a defined date for assessment of star tests one saturday/sunday each term.

October 11, 2004

I can sort shapes !!

Had a fun week at nursery – lots of playing and painting.

Over the weekend Gran and Grandad came to see me and I showed them how good I am at standing up and cruising around.
I also showed them how I can sort my shapes out.
They have taken my highchair away- which mummy and daddy still haven't finished – so that they can varnish it and I can use it soon. I am looking forward to having my meals with mummy and daddy – they still won't give me any of their food no matter how hard I try to get it.

Will write more soon,

Henry


October 07, 2004

Thoughts for SOAK pool sessions and general paddling

There is a need to revisit how the club manages and organises pool sessions and river trips to ensure that there is adequate progression for paddlers of all skill levels within the club
The club needs to move away from the adult-children focus and perhaps group all members according to ability level so that we classify people as novices (up to 2 star), intermediates (2–3 star) and advanced (3 star and above).

Pool Sessions
Pool sessions could then be arranged to focus on progressing people from novice to intermediate paddlers.
Session 1 could be used to run 1 and 2 star courses (in block booked format, paid for in advance)
Session 2 could be used for 2 star and 3 star courses (in block booked format, paid for in advance)
Session 3 would be used for playboating and adult casual paddling

At present the turnout for session 4 seems to be low, we could therefore look at extending the session to say 40minutes with a 5 minute break in between.
Session times would then be:
session 1: 8:05 – 8:45
session 2: 8:50 – 9:30
session 3: 9: 35 – 10:15

River Trips
At present I feel that the club perhaps runs too many set large group trips over the winter season. Whilst I appreciate that people want to paddle as much as possible, I think that it might benefit the memebers to have fewer large group trips and more trips based on smaller groups, with defined ability levels.
There is also a need to include more day trips, perhaps on a short notice basis, and to have more trips arrange ad hoc between paddlers who just want to get out and paddle. Perhaps the website could have a small forum for paddlers to arrange trips between themselves.

My vision is set out as follows:
4 large group (social/paddling) trips over the winter – heading to venues such as: Dart (intermediate/advanced), Tees (intermediate/advanced), Barle (novice/intermediate), Usk/Wye (novice/intermediate).
5–6 Day trips at various venues such as Nene (novice), Mile End Mill (novice/intermediate), Symonds Yat(novice), Tryweryn (novice/intermediate), Ogwen (advanced)
4–5 small group trips, with different groups going to different rivers, choice of rivers will depend on ability levels.

I feel that this would benefit all members of the club, reduced the coaching load of the coaches and allow members to progress their paddling at their own speed.

Just a few ideas - any comments?


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