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Scenes on Sunday ~ Cruel Sea

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hard reflective winter mirror

no acceptance nor understanding

presaging her cold bitterness

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Never being sorry

Sorry is not enough ~ sometimes you have to change.

What is a real and genuine apology?  It’s an acknowledgement and acceptance that one has done something wrong.  An apology is also an acceptance and acknowledgement of responsibility for the hurt one has caused, and a pledge to change one’s ways in the future.  A real and genuine apology is an expression of guilt, regret, remorse, and a pledge to try harder to do better in the future.  A real and genuine apology is not merely a platitude in order to placate the aggrieved party.

Feeling guilty is not a substitute for loving somebody; it is only an indicator that you have failed to love somebody.  ~  Clifford Cohen.

Sometimes just saying that you’re sorry will not do.  Ofttimes an apology is only an empty gesture made to ‘keep the peace’.  Sometimes the things that we do and say, the books we read, the movies we like, the people we listen to, sometimes these things reveal a deeper truth and our glib apologies are shown for the fatuous banalities they so often are.  An oft quoted line from John Wayne movies is; ‘Never apologise, mister, it’s a sign of weakness…’  A greater truth would have been if his character had said; ‘Never apologise, mister, it’s meaningless…’

If we are truly dedicated to the truth, and if we have good inside us, then we should never need to apologise, because we will never do anything so bad that we need to say ‘sorry…’  However, we Englishmen are prone to apologise, to say sorry all the time.  If you tread on my toe, I will naturally say sorry.  If you barge into me because you’re not looking where you’re going, I will naturally say sorry.  Any English Gentleman of my generation has been brought up to be polite, to always show exemplary manners, to show women and girls the utmost respect.  To mind one’s language, never swear in front of women and children, to be careful of the topics we discuss for fear of giving offence.  And, an Englishman should never, ever, talk about; God, women we have ‘known’, how much money we make, and politics ~ not even with our closest friends.  Englishmen regard politicians with utter contempt, and we extend that contempt to anyone who dares to lecture us on religion, or political matters, or how to make money, or how to be successful with women, or what the English do ‘wrong’.

A side effect of the English ideal of ‘Good Manners’ is that we look askance at most American men, and would rather not include any boorish American men in our circle of friends.  The average Englishman doesn’t think the average American guy is a ‘good person’.  Sometimes this means that even a cool, calm, patiently understanding Englishman will get angry with Americans.  Recently we Englishmen have been quite annoyed / furious at Clinton, (both of them), Obama, Trump, Meryl Streep, and anyone who dares to lecture us about terrorism on English soil. Conversely, of English politicians we like Boris Johnson, (whom most Americans dislike intensely).

 In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix must first burn.  ~  Octavia E. Butler.

If an Englishman does get angry, then usually, after a while, his innate ‘good common-sense’ returns like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and he will attempt to rebuild burned bridges, to forgive and forget, to understand and accept.  Disagreeing with the things people say, and then getting angry about it, is not the mark of a good man.  There is a saying; ‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the Death your right to say it…’  Voltaire I think.  I prefer the pithier and more honest; ‘You’re right, but I don’t agree…’  We may have to dig deep, but a real English Gentleman will eventually find the fountain of good within himself.

Look within.  Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up if thou wilt ever dig.  ~  Marcus Aurelius

I may like, care about, and respect some people in spite of their opinions, the things they do, the things they have done, and the things they are planning to do ~ even if I am hurt or profoundly disagree with their opinions and actions.  After all, I cannot change what happens to me, I can only change how I respond and react.  It matters not one iota whether another person ever feels the need to apologise when they have clearly been wrong and hurtful ~ after all, one should never apologise, it’s meaningless.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

love of a friend

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rainbows that arch in the sunlight

with colours that gracefully blend

a voice in the peace of the night

soft with real love for a friend

my lady, I am your knight

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

sleepless dark thoughts

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conflicted consequences midnight conversations

capture consciousness with suspicious conflictions

half-held convictions considerations and reflections

untrustworthy late night speculation and impressions

bring brooding concentration by darkest moonshadows

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

daydream at dawn

Sun

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stargazing aurora pale dawning

fantastic castles clouds imaginings

daybreak reverie slivered brightening

vulnerable warm softly slowly unfolding

delicate sensual transient fleeting touching

dawn horizon brightening adoration delighting

before we knew it, it was over, a memory, fleeting

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halowords and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

How can I show you?

All you need is love ~ but roses help too.

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how can I show you,

I’m glad I got to know you?

this guy’s in love with you

pictures by jack collier

 

by way of an apology

every flower is a soul blossoming in nature

rest peacefully with a kiss from a bloom

exquisite soft petals hides her sharp thorns

a sweet opium scent presages dreaming doom 

and her softest moon-shadows hide not the loss

female sexual predator in elegantly pastel costume

brings willing soul ultimately false blissful happiness

here’s the mystery of it all, for in the end, even bliss palls

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dscf0012words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

peacefully pacific intimacy

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secluded sleepy serene sunset light

presaging warm and tender nighttime

in love’s gentle arms and contented sight

and promises whispered soft, low, in rhyme

emotions adoring, congruent, pacific, so right

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jack collier 7@talktalk.net

Scenes on Sunday # 27

feeling a little blue in January is normal

the stillness of the bluest night

the way you look in the moonlight

shining dress silvered turquoise bright

and night sky sapphire eyes melt my heart

with desire for you until bright azure daylight

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and the girl riding shotgun

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Scenes on Sunday #26

Patterns In The Sand

naturally there developed strange patterns

psychedelic sequenced structures in the sand

new archetype paradigm shapes passed on

gravitational sun and moon driving the tide

the moving sea writes, having written recedes

moves on, to endlessly repeated ephemeral rhythms

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jack collier7@talktalk.net

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