New Year

Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances  like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December twenty one  but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember last new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Why

Why is it so deep, I cannot see the bottom, why so needy that it wants my soul to keep. Why so painful, so bloody red a hungry cavernous gaping hole it hates me it wants me dead.

Like a cancer it creeps over me, sucking the life out of me draining, leeching, knifing me never never to set me free.Pulling me dragging me over the glass kicking me spitting at me all this will never pass.

Blocking the sun,letting in the rain encouraging the lightening to strike me again and again!Making me bleed, pulling my teeth starving me, denying me water  or rest as I crave relief. Why, why can’t I escape why can’t I just hit the sky and fly.

There is nothing left of me, confusion has laid it’s claim, it is eating my body, soul and my brain. Here I go into that hole, that dark abyss spinning, spinning falling,falling arh! at long last death’s kiss. Why is it so deep, I cannot see the bottom, why so needy that it wants my soul to keep.Why Why must I weep.

CHRISTMAS GRIEF

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Christmas came and Christmas went, but why is it so hard. Did you buy every present and did you send every card!

We have been shopping, planning and organizing for weeks. Three hours in to Christmas day and hardly anybody speaks!Fifty weeks of eating well and exercising daily then for one week we eat and drink our weight in crap and we do it gaily!

We spend this time of year wishing mankind well we smile and fawn but underneath do we care, do we hell! Mothers run themselves ragged buying gifts and food . For what, one wrong word or look and some one gets in a mood.

Stress, stress it is all bloody stress tell me what is the point! Does anyone know what it is all about does anyone get the point? Tired I am so tired of putting on a face  if I tell the true my thoughts are disgrace.

Smile, have a drink, and another have a choccy. There be a love give this pressie to your mother.Oh! thank you so much I really needed another of those and that too? my how thoughtfully your presents do you  chose. You don’t like that I can tell your face says it all. I know I should not of bothered I think I’ll have another drink sod it lets get slaughtered.

OMG It is New Year next another non event a time for new beginnings, or just a time to regret all the hard earned cash you’ve sent! Wonderful a new year , just don’t get me started. The new year, is it any better than the one before we still wake up broken hearted. No you can call me a grinch or a moaner if you like I don’t care I have had enough I refuse to do it all again next year I have decided to take a hike.

Next year I refuse to put on the charade again

I have done it once too often and I am not going to put myself through any more of this pain. You can think what you like I am tired and I do not like to see everyone put under so much strain. Christmas came and Christmas went, but why is it so hard. Did you buy every present and did you send every card!

The Christmas Fairy that got the Hump

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It’s not fair it’s a shame Christmas has come and gone again.

I am cold and put on weight eating all those chocolates I normally HATE!

The holly has all gone from the halls,

And some one broke my favourite balls!

There is a bit of Christmas tree

Stuck up the most embarrassing PART OF ME.!!

It is cold and bloody wet but no one gives a damn about me I bet.

No one worries about the Christmas fairy

As long as she is cute and pert and not BIG AND HAIRY.

The snow has gone and turned to slush

The dogs  are eyeing  me up   I doubt it would help if I SHOUTED MUSH!

Santa came when he was drunk, he was hot and he was rough

And now this fairy is UP THE DUFF!!

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I WANT TO WISH ALL MY ONLINE FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS A VERY VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

WITH LOTS OF LOVE WILLOWDOT21

Poetry Challenge #7 23/12/2012

And so this is the end to my years challenge of producing a poem about war every Sunday. To share it , to explain what it means to me. It has not been easy. Anyway this week I have chosen a song/ poem that is set after the war to end all wars, the big one we have not fought yet.

What happens after the big one when the survivors all emerge from their bunkers. All our sons and daughters what will they have left?

When we arrive
Sons & daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

These currents pull us ‘cross the border
Steady your boats
Arms to shoulder
’till tides will pull
our hull aground
Making this cold harbour now home

Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
(We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now)

When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
(Sons and daughters)
We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon
(We’ll make our homes on the water)
We’ll make our homes on the water
(When we build our walls of aluminum)
(We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon)

Hear all the bombs fade away………………………….

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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

BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD

A Great big thank you to Momina , for awarding me this blog! It appears I need to tell you 11 facts about me but you must already must be sick to death of me! so I shall only tell you a few so as not to send you too sleep!

1 I love to write

2 I love people

3 I love my family

4 I am more often sad than happy…….. but that is no one’s fault but my own!

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there are many many more and I am sorry if I have not mentioned everyone! So God bless you all and to Momina thank you again! 😉 🙂 😉 xxxxxxxxxxxx

Vlad the Magnificent!

Vlad and Friends!

Vlad and Friends!

There Andro he is making a rare appearance in your honour!!

Maddona and Child

Mary and the child. The picture !

And so the boy was a year old , and what a beauty he was to behold. Olive skin like his mothers and father’s and dark knowing eyes, a gentle knowing child who smiles constantly and hardly ever cries. To touch him was a joy, to see him watching life unfurl around him, such a knowing boy.

Where did you get that picture asked Joe as he came through the door, it is so unusual I have never seen anything so exotic before.I know said Mary it is so very different that is why I chose it. So different to us yes, yet the love is there to be seen and boy knows, Joe,he chose it.

Three days now Joe and he will be one a whole year old. A year of love and happiness brought to us by our son, he has taught us so much, just like Gabriel foretold.  . Do you remember the hotel and how everyone helped we stayed in the porter’s room, the visitors we had.  How relaxed it all felt.

Shall we have a party for our beautiful boy to thank so much for bringing us such joy.

Remembering the day

 

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Last year I rewrote the Christmas story set in modern times and I hope some of you enjoyed watching how the story unfolded with help from the most unexpected places and strange visitors.

This is their story a year on the baby has brought them so much joy. Mary has just hung a new painting.

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The Memory Tree

The Memory Tree

The Memory Tree

Tell me, tell me what you see? A Christmas Tree? No, no this is a memory tree. Such a spell it weaves for me I see my children’s lives opening a rewind, that is what I see. Tiny toys and decorations made with love a Santa stuffed with wool and a star made from an old glove.

A drummer boy an angel too all kinds of pretties made from coloured paper, sparkles and glue. Some were made at Nursery or school and some at home, what fun we had it was all so cool. There is an angel on the highest branch she looks like she is smiling at a glance.

Tiny little bags for sweets, tinkly bells and balls, all kinds of treats. Lighting up the living room sweeping joy before it like a broom. Tiny lights and brassy beads everything a memory tree needs.All the decorations made by the children with love. Looking back with help from up above.

The years pass by, I see them grow but the love from the tree still seems to flow.The boys all grown and moved away  but they all remember the things they made. When they visit on Christmas day. There is so much love and fun invested in the decorations for the tree we could never throw any of them away , you see. They mean too much to the family and me!

The Drummer Boy

The Drummer Boy

Here is the drummer boy, he is really older, he is mine from an even earlier time. He holds memories that bring me joy my bright and smart drummer boy.

There is nothing like a Christmas tree to make us smile and awake old memories. Christmas decorations bring such joy to old or young be you girl or boy. So decorate your Memory Tree with love and joy and fun and when you need a lift, gaze at your tree and happy memories will come.

 

 

 

Is this the end of World?

Is this the end of the world.

Is this the end of the world as we know it! I certainly hope not! I have been sorting things for a busy family Christmas and I shall be very up set if the world ends and I blow it! I am determined not to give in I want to enjoy myself is that such a sin!

It has been such a busy couple of months for which we have had to save I am determined to enjoy time with the family  not see earth meet its’ grave!

So God bless you all may we enjoy a happy tomorrow lets’ hope the Mayan calendar is wrong lets all be happy we do not need any Mayan sorrow!!

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