Tuesday, 3 July 2012

I've moved!

Hi there, just in case you are reading this and have come to visit via my  http://lightdarkandshade.blogspot.com address.....
I've moved.
Please go to www.missdemena.co.uk for my new website.
Thanks for reading!!

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Not moved yet

Still here,
Still here.
Soon come.

Sunday, 24 June 2012


I found out recently that every word I write in this blog, and every picture I post, by dint of it being a Blogger blog, can be used by Google whenever they want, (should they ever want to!) in whatever context they want, as often as they want, with no reference to me at all.
Or, as they put it....
When you upload or otherwise submit content to our Services, you give Google (and those we work with) a worldwide license to use, host, store, reproduce, modify, create derivative works (such as those resulting from translations, adaptations or other changes we make so that your content works better with our Services), communicate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute such content. 
Now, I'm not writing to make a million, clearly; so the potential lack of imaginary income of said imaginary use, publication, display etc.etc. is slightly less concerning than the complete lack of ownership and control of my content once it's been posted on this blog.

If they asked me I'd probably say 'Yes, go ahead, use what you want!'
But they're not asking me, they're telling me.
And that I'm not keen on.

So I'll be decamping to Wordpress over the next few days where I'll have a choice.

Wish me luck!

Sunday, 17 June 2012


Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands
Were not refused.

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look;
My reputation,
Cost enough.

But how you lied,
I'm cast aside,
My dreams, destroyed,
To feed your pride.

And now that
 By your hands to die,
I see it now,
The reason why.
That devil quick,
to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil,
In your eye.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Cornflakes are crispy,
Yoghurt is not,
Bread is quite chewy,
And chilli's are hot.
Which one's my favourite,
Which one's the best?
I don't know the answer,
What is this,
A test??

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

The Blinkered Man

She saw his hunger,
And fed him,
A morsel at a time.
Tiny crumbs from her table;
So small,
She hardly even noticed them.

Not him.

To him,

Ambrosia would have tasted sour by comparison.

A lapdog to his own ideals,
Her presence almost incidental,
To the fantasy in his mind.

So willingly he paid the price,
His torment meant as little to her
As mewling puppies.

Oh blinkered man!
Her cunning wrapped you in perfumed deceit,
And robbed you blind.

Too late, he saw,
Too late,
Where duplicity dripped;
What cruel manners she employed,
To put him from his friends,
His funds, his life.

So blinded by his pointless tears
He didn't see the signs,
Or feel which way the wind blew.

But in willingly delivering to her,
His heart;
He sealed his fate.

In fact,
So complicit was he,
In his own demise,
He hardly felt
The dying tremors
When she left him.

Sunday, 10 June 2012

The Argument

It wasn't a reasonable way to go,
But words will be spoken,
And who's to know,
Which way
This ragged wind will blow.
For words,
Once spoken,
Can't retract,
And wounded hearts
Will just react,
To save the moment,
Quick and fast,
But really,
There is no way back,
From this...
Whatever broken minds might wish.