Willow too can reach for the Moon

Hi to all my friends and followers I am just dropping in today as I have the chance. I hope you are all well and I am trying to read as much of your work as I can please believe me when I say I miss you and enjoy reading all your wonderful works.

I miss blogging so much it hurts, how mad is that! I have so much to say. I do not want to write in down as for obvious reasons. I do not want it seen and dismissed.  I shall be back and I do hope sooner rather than later. I want to write I need to write, I have capitulated on so many things in my life but I refuse to capitulate on this so I have not given up  I have just given in for now.

Life is a funny thing. You reach for your goal then when it is within your reach someone or something says..”Na na na you are not having that!” Time is another two face silver tongued creature when you are young you believe there is time enough to spare, you believe it will never run out.Then one day poof! You turn around and it is gone, run out on you.

I must apologize to Poetry Challenge 7 I do not have the chance to work on my weekly project of Poets of the two wars 1914-1918 and 1939-1945 hopefully I shall even get back and catch up with that.

I am working on a new project a short story or even a long one about time supernatural and missed chances.That can be scribble on to paper as there will be none of my innermost secrets entwined in the story.

So for now all my good friends I send you good vibes for health, inspiration and love. I miss you all. Love and hugs

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx {~_~}

the real world is a pain

Dear all I  am sorry to have to withdraw for a while. Not from choice but I cannot cope with the pressure from my other half . I can’t take another argument about me always being on the laptop, which I am not . That’s another matter , so the long and short of it is I shall not be around for a while  but I shall try to look in as often as I can so don’t forget me, I hope to be back.

It really does pain me as I do love to write and silly as it may seem you are all my friends and I care about you all and will miss you .

There is no point in me going on so remember   if I do not comment it is not because I don’t care and if I don’t publish  for a while be patient with me as I will be back.

Love you all , be safe and happy .XXXXXXXX 😉 😉 :):);) 😉 :):);) 😉 :):);) 😉 :):);) 😉 :):);) 😉 :):)

Truth wept

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The light is blinding and white. I try to take a step but I am frozen by fright. What is there beyond the door , we have all wondered and asked this before.

If fear is the enemy then who is by my side I thought it was truth  but truth wept as it  lied.

There is something though I feel a steadying hand and a voice that is telling me that all has been planned.Tell me please, I start to cry,why did he leave me, why did truth lie?

I reach for the peace I long to hold, it always eludes me and leaves me cold. I tread carefully along the floor, it always betrays me and creaks as I near the door. Will I ever know the answer, will my fears ever fly, I thought truth was my ally but truth ,well, truth  lied.

I am tired now my strength is all spent I look for hope but he also went. I move forward,  escape to gain but  I am betrayed, my efforts in vain. My eyes are opened  my vision now cleared I turn for support  but it ends as I feared.

If fear is the enemy then who is by my side I thought it was truth  but truth wept as it  lied.

Don’t drown in self pity

Late, too late don’t make the same mistake. Time is ticking I have warned you so do not leave it all too late.

An empty heart is painful like a cancer eating you outside in. It feeds on your fears and saps your strength. You must fight it now, to give in is an ultimate sin.

Dead eyes don’t look at the world through dead eyes. You will miss too much of life if you hide behind dead eyes.

Wet cold and lonely do not stay wet cold and lonely. If you push all away from you , you will never find out how good it feels to have a lover true.

Let in the light , let in the light, open your eyes you need to see there are people who love you . Open your heart let lose your feelings set your soul free.Take in life and the joys it holds for all to see.

Don’t sit here, no don’t sit here  and ponder how wrong you have been. Pick up your spirits, take one more try look around and take in what you have seen.

Don’t wallow in grief for what could of been , don’t wallow in all those  broken dreams. Get up off those stairs where you are neither up not down. Get out and live your life, forge ahead look up and not always down.

Late, too late don’t make the same mistake. Time is ticking I have warned you, so do not leave it all too late.


Thank you to The Madame’s Tea Party  for the blog award. Its much appreciated. Check out her blog and discover her awesomeness she has such an unusual talent.

Award rules:
Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.

  • Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
  • Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
  • Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.


Seven unknown things about me. HUMMMMM?

I love coffee

I do ironing as a penance.

I get very emotional reading sad books, watching sad films .

I miss my parents terribly.

I really treasure my family and friends.

I find it very hard to sleep.

I love words and lyrics and stories.



It is a long road stretching out until dawn and I am trudging this road from dusk until morn.

It is a straight road with a steep drop to the side, you can see for miles both far and wide.

It is a cold road as I travel on never knowing where I am going or where I am from.

Heading on towards the dawn towards the sunrise and the morn. I do not know what is in store I only know that I want more.

Stand here just before the sun decides to rise and lighten up the now grey skies. I see the early birds in flight as they bid farewell to the night.

I close my eyes and breath in the fresh cold air, my bare feet pound this road to who knows where. I am lost and fearful help me, find me,  have a care.


What is this, where is it from. No one recognizes it, it must of been there for aeons! Where did I  find it where had it been, nobody had seen it until it materialize by the drying machine!

It isn’t yours and it is mine the boys have all been gone for a long time nor have I seen it on the washing line. Could it be a foreigner, could it be a plant could it possibly belong to your mum or your aunt?

It was not dusty,was  is it within a forcefield, is it an alien do we all need to keep our eyes peeled! I have inspected it thoroughly inside and out I was going to dis-guard it but in my mind there is some doubt.

I always thought they got eaten by  the washing machine, this one is on it’s own yes, but it is dry and it is clean.

I suppose it must of escaped, it must of survived I wonder where it’s partner is and more importantly is it still alive. I shall have to check the dryer in case the other one eventually arrives!


I said, what more can I do to prove my love for you. You said, it’s raining again! I threw myself at your feet to stop you not even seeing me. No use it was in vain. I cooked the best dinner I could, put a lot  of myself into it, you though the carrots tasted like wood.

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I fell from a window in an effort to attract your attention cracked myself open to offer you my blood . You did turn around then……..but only because you had heard the thud.

Cleaned and polished, I rubbed and scrubbed and I worked so hard but you hadn’t noticed and I’d played my best card.

I cleared up the garden I trimmed and skimmed I pruned and tended the blooms still you didn’t notice me. I called you to come and look but what I missed was all you could see.

So I packed my bags and gathered my things. I took off my jewellery and I gave back my rings, that still did nothing you ordered a taxi and when it arrived you put in my things.

So I gave up!


Lost within the mind

Dark night,white spike thunder crash lightening flash. Silent scream violent dream. Lone walk small talk with crow flying low.

Harsh words are  heard. She walks  at her side a bird talks. Low cloud, shouts loud, she throws her head back, body slumps back slack.

No one there to care,she drags herself along the ground, not fair! Lash of rain,on the dark plain earth drinks time shrinks.Woman cries crow flies.

White skin all in. Blood runs off her chin. Tired eyes red rimmed , crow flies horizon skimmed. Sores high thought dark night her soul takes flight.

Poetry Challenge #7 08/07/2012 ARMY DREAMERS

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This really is a song but the words are true poetry. I have always loved it as a poem. It holds as true today as it did in 22 September 1980 when it was released as a single. It tells of the grief of a mother receiving the body of her young son who has been killed in action. Her heart is torn in two and she feel guilty for not stopping him from joining up ( as if she could of stopped him) .

She berates herself for the things he could of been, could of done , the marriage he could of had , the grandchildren and his life. …….. Waste all waste  as I have always said time and time again! War is waste!



Catherine “Kate” Bush (born 30 July 1958)is an English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer. Her eclectic musical style and idiosyncratic vocal style have made her one of the United Kingdom’s most successful solo female performers of the past 30 years.

In 1978, at the age of 19, Bush topped the UK Singles Chart for four weeks with her debut single “Wuthering Heights“, becoming the first woman to have a UK number one with a self-written song.




Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
I’ve a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy’s hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

“what could he do?
Should have been a rock star.”
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
“what could he do?
Should have been a politician.”
But he never had a proper education.
“what could he do?
Should have been a father.”
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste —
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears o’er a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasn’t to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn’t win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he’s sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

“what could he do?
Should have been a rock star.”
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
“what could he do?
Should have been a politician.”
But he never had a proper education.
“what could he do?
Should have been a father.”
But he never even made it to his twenties.

What a waste —
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh…

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

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