Category Archives: Writing

Random Jottings ~ Love

cursed are they who get the love they think they deserve

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‘I love you…..’ he said

‘why…..’ she asked’

because I’m bloody stupid…..’

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she loved him and he didn’t deserve her

so, eventually he walked away

she didn’t know how lucky she was

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she was attractive

she was available

she was loving

she was going to be a complete waste of time and money

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car sex is the opposite of true love

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love is a drug

but so is sex, alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, opium, viagra…..

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Fuck Me!  No way, I’m a man and you’re a surprised shade of blue alien

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she will never love you

not if you try to force it

Random Jottings ~ Faith

only in the darkness can you see the moon and stars

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worry ends when faith begins

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faith can move mountains, but dynamite helps

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faith, hope, and love

and the greatest of these is love

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faith is what makes men carry on when it all seems impossible

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some say that when you have faith you have everything

I’ve found that a lot of money helps too

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a casual walk through a lunatic asylum will tell you

that blind faith doesn’t prove anything at all

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

faith is the light that shines in the depths of distant space 

Random Jottings ~ Medical

it’s a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do ‘practice…..’

after a sixteen-hour shift women doctors need to practice standing on one leg

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nurses, the problem is you can’t live without them, and you can’t always believe them

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his temperature was up to 105, and there was an icy look in the nurse’s eyes

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little do the doctors know, but you’re never alone if you’re paranoid

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never give up on life, if you give up you have no chance at all

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he was happy before the doctor told him he was sick

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she had wise eyes in a face of angelic concern

shame she wasn’t a nurse

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

learn how to breathe

it’s one of life’s more important skills

7 Years of Blogging

history is what you make of it, and the editor’s opinion is final

the first picture I posted ~ my old sports car SARA

Seven years ago, on or about 24 June 2013,  I started to write and publish this jackcollier7.com blog.  Looking back, I wonder what on Earth possessed me to think I could possibly do such a thing!  And the me from back the would have been amazed that the damn thing is still going about 2,557 days later!

Back then I knew nothing at all about blogging, other than I had read some pieces on some other people’s blogs.  I mean literally, I knew nothing about blogging, and there I was starting off to write what was to become a daily effort of blood, sweat, toil, and tears.

Originally this was all supposed to be about personal finance, and the wider world of Banking, Finance, Economics, and the Consumer Society.  It’s changed a bit since then.  These days I’m more likely to publish some erotic photographs with risque text to accompany them, as I am to write a piece about financial matters.  It’s actually up to you to decide whether you like my blog or not ~ but come what may I will write and publish what I want to write, just as long as it’s legal, honest, decent, and within my own ethical guidelines.

Since I started in June 2013, I have published 1,748 blogs.  I’ve written more than that because some of the stuff I wrote I thought was dross before I published it, and some of the stuff I’ve published I’ve trashed after it’s been published.  Even I sometimes have second thoughts.

In total there have been 9,651 comments on this blog, of which 3,328 are mine.  It says that I have 2,554 followers, but that number is hopelessly inaccurate ~ probably less than 100 people regularly read / like / comment on this stuff today.

What I do know is that I still have 3 very loyal followers from those very first days.  Some others who follow my blog have also been doing so for a very long, long time.

I guess I will go on writing because it does keep my mind active.  And, I have met some very interesting people through this blog, a few of whom have become very dear friends indeed.

Whether or not to go on writing just the same sort of stuff???

Or to try something completely utterly  different???

Honestly, I don’t know ~ what do you all think

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jackcollier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

my most frequently used picture

hmmmmm still features a car

secrets & regrets

no matter how careful you are, your secrets will come to light

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Secrets

Past Desires

Past Kisses

Past Sins

Past Lovers

Past Lusts

Past Lies

Past Lives

Deep Regrets

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

he smiled at you

like he knew all your secrets

she’s calling on the telephone

how does she always know just when to call?

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she only calls when she’s lonely

she only calls when she needs me

and every time she calls she cries

she tells me her little love stories

then she tells me her bigger lies

she tells me how fine it could be

she just can’t look into my eyes

so, it’s time I said goodbye

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she’s lonely again

it’s just her choice of men

Random Jottings #20

tiger tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night

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if you look into the eyes of a tiger you have to be stupid

and too bloody close

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never, ever open the door marked ‘here be tigers…..’

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when you’re in trouble, always go through the door marked ‘staff only…..’

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cats are cool, cats are nice, cats torture mice

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when a tigress says she loves you, count your arms and legs

but wait until after the good part

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

never smile at a tiger

or a woman with very heavy eye makeup

she loved me for a day

the flowering of love never dies it’s time just passes

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twilight’s last whisper

dreaming of memories

loves lost times past

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

loves sweet sorrow lingers

as the night gathers

 

Random Jottings ~ Vampires

vampires do not drive sensible cars

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never offer a vampire a drink

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he tasted the blood in the water

well, she was that kind of vampire

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she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous

but she did drive a vintage red Corvette

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most vampire’s theme song isn’t the toccata and fugue

it’s bat out of hell

I once loved a vampire, but she was a few hundred years older than me

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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she had wise eyes

a face of angelic innocence

damn shame she was a vampyre

Writing

English, the finest and truest language ever known to mankind

Nobody can write a scene like Shakespeare, even though he couldn’t even spell his own name.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

I cannot write prose like Mark Twain, even though he was naught but a steam boat pilot.

Never allow someone else to be your priority

while allowing yourself to be their option

Few can stir the blood like a Tennyson or Coleridge.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward

into the valley of death rode the six hundred

Or evoke love and passion in the way of a Keats or Shelly.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness

But I can write like me ~ direct, pithy, sanguine, and terse.

Haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perhaps not the greatest writer

Fleming created an iconic character

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