Going out to dinner.

I am going out to dinner, I know it will not make me thinner!

Yet I don’t make dinning out a habit  so when a chance arrives I’ll grab it!

I have not eaten since my breakfast , though some fruit my lips did get past.

So I am very hungry and I really fancy dinner so I am going even though it will not make me thinner!!

I had a lovely dinner the restaurant had a menu that really was a winner

So we wined and dinned together and eat food as light as a feather as we chatted about the weather.

Went we got home we had dessert , the best desert ever! I hear you ask could the restaurant not match it .. the answer is no, never!

It is a very special cheesecake, chocolate and vanilla the  like you have never tasted or you ever willa or even get your filla!

Time to Listen

Everyone was listening they each heard every word. Everyone one from everywhere no one dared to  defer.

Everyone was silent hanging on every sound, the speaker was terrified at the silence he had found.

Everyone let him have his say, he had their full attention not one soul looked away.

The words he had chosen carefully for this was his time. He was elated  and excited it was his turn to shine.

Everyone one had this chance since the new law had been passed everyone must listen now the dye was finally cast.

No one used to listen before the law was changed , but everyone does now , why do I find that strange.

No one ever had the time , no one ever cared , no ever stopped to think how anyone else fared.

Suddenly everyone stopped and started to think . The laws were set in place everyone had to listen it was all set in ink.

It started in one country then spread around the world on and on it went the truths were all unfurled.

At first people just listened then slowly they all reached out their hands. It all fell in place so easily it was a perfect plan.

Everyone had to take the turn to speak out on what they felt was right or wrong. No one was excused everyone has to be strong.

In the days when no one listened nothing good was done people were to0 busy looking after number one!

Now everyone has to listen ……… yet still nothing gets done!

THE ART OF LOST WORDS  THE ART OF LOST WORDS THE ART OF LOST WORDS

I wrote this post after a conversation with Globalinfo4all this morning . We discussed about the importance of listening.  I thenhad a horrifying thought what if everyone listened  but still nothing got done.

THE ART OF LOST WORDS  THE ART OF LOST WORDS    THE ART OF LOST WORDS

I was so touched by this fabulous video ! I truly believe that if you pass good things on not only will you be happier you will be repaid in some way. Kindness costs nothing, smile help others and live life to the full. I can honestly say not only do I believe this but my husband and I try to live this way

Simple Tom

This brought a huge smile to my face, and a little tear to my eye! I thought it was absolutely beautiful 🙂

It shows the true power of what even 1 act of kindness can do!

 

So be a part of this wave of change 🙂

 

 

 

 

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The empty house

I was not always as you see me now, decaying  old ready to take a final bow.

I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.

It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack

I tremble and shudder now as the tubes roll by on the nearby  track.

I brace myself against the traffic’s thunder,

Each day that passes the fact I still stand here  is a wonder.

I used to hear the children sing ,

The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.

Families living in me weaving their life

As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.

I have seen babies born and babies die,

Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.

Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kindly couples happy in each others care

Evil bastards who knock their women flat out on the stair,

Or shout them down until they loose all hope

Weighted down with worries and too many children to cope.

The birds are now happy in my rafters

Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,

It is still a happy sound not unlike the sounds

Of children playing here there  and  all around.

At night lovers climb through my open doors

They make love upon my dust floors

For them I am their only meeting place ,

For what ever reason they may have to hide their face.

Drinkers also drug addicts too

They hide within my walls to do what they must do.

I am decaying crumbling away

I do not want to go yet I want to stay.

Try me out I could be the best deal for you

If you build me up I shall protect you true.

I could be the canvas to build your life upon.

I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to children’s song.

My Darkest Fears

Oh! I had a dream, it frightened me so I don’t understand it, just what it means I do not know. I have so much to say and somehow all my words and ideas were escaping and getting away!

Climbing and creeping out of my head sliding down my face and back , escaping while I sleep in my bed. There is so much racing around in my head fighting to get out and fritter away , rather than waiting for me to write them out instead.

Yes it is my biggest fear that I shall open my mind and find nothing there nothing active nothing real. No beautiful words to fill my screen and I will have to face a sheet that is clean. OH! yes that is my scariest dream.

All my ideas and and fancy words  running to the horizon and taking off with the birds.It is enough to make me weep and it is the thing that keeps me from sleep. So  tonight as I sign out of my wordpress blog and head for bed I have this worry, I have this doubt . Will all my beloved words and images desert me, if I lay down my head will all my words escape me and run toward the sun leaving me breathed, an empty vessel after all is said and done.

 

 

 

I am Free

I stand on the edge of the abyss. I wander why it has all come down to this.

My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.

I look down into the deep, pray the Lord my soul to keep. Will anyone miss me, over my grave will they weep.

My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.

The  wind starts to blow from the north and it’s cold. I shiver and wish I’d bought a shawl. The dark is bring my fears forth. I totter and I nearly fall.

My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.

I believe I am ready now, I set free all my short falls  raise fist to the moon and avow . That my soul  will survive this somehow. I see light wings escaping from  my skirt they become birds and fly from me unhurt. OH! may this be the way of my soul when my depraved body hits the dirt. My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” I need to rest.

The  clouds close in on the moon driving the the last of the light off too quickly too soon. I loose contact with the earth thoughts explode in my my head memories of my birth. I am falling the ground rushes up to smash me when I am loosed, I am a bird OH! God I am free.

My heart starts to beat like a drum booming loud in my chest. I breath deep, then scream “calm” at last I have  rest.

Bring me his heart

Bring me his heart, my darling little bird, bring me his heart and recount to me his every dying word!

Bring me his heart on barbed wire, make sure it is still bleeding. Leave his eyes in so he can watch my ravens on him feeding.

Bring me his heart my rouge humming bird, thrill me , chill me with his dying word!

Did he beg for mercy the mercy he never once showed me . Did he crave forgiveness or  did he show shame 

or was he just sorry that he had been caught out once again.

Give me his heart my beauty give it to me right away, I wish to suck out every drop of blood from it, this second right away.

I want to chew it and rip it and feel his blood run down my face. I want to spit out and grind its torn flesh with my heel.

I want to stamp on it and jump on it and feed it to the birds I want to grow again I want to know again how the triumph  feel.

No more, no more

That’s just how the cookie crumbles this sad and tiresome night

I watched as you turned and walked away and all my hopes took flight.

You took my dreams and hopes and cruelly dashed then against the wall.

Spitting out my love on the slopes to the castle your ears deaf to my call.

I knew that you were evil , a user and abuser  I knew you unkind .

You hurt me but I was not prepared for what you did to my mind.

If only you had hit me or thrown me to the ground, beaten me up or

tortured me to that a reason I could of found.

 

No not a hand was laid on me  but words so cruel and mean

and the things made me do for you made me feel dirty and unclean.

You call me names and shout at me often telling me how useless I

am. Those words are now scars on me and will never be forgotten.

You would bring women back to our home and make me cook a meal

then you would make me watch while you sired them not caring how

that would make me feel.

You make me rise in the middle of the night to clean and dust until you think it is just right.

I remember being terrified and hiding from you but it was even worse when you found me. I shudder at those thing you made me do for you.

 

I can’t believe how much I love you and I mean that, still, but you don’t give a damn for me and I know you never will.

You treat me like rubbish a rag doll you can discard, in front of guests you’d rip my dress, expose me and tell our guests I was looking  like lard.

I have tried to leave you but you have always dragged me back, and lock me in the cellar you starved me and lecture me on all the graces I lack.

You rubbed my face in all my faults and there was nowhere to hide from you , your voice attacking me echoing around the Vaults.

So tonight when you return with yet another whore I shall not be here to watch you enjoy her flesh , as I shall be be dead and you will not hurt me any more.

Oh! Hector

Oh! Hector that party is not for me. They are all too stuffy and  tipsy you see.

I would rather be here with you, happily watching the moon we too.

This is the best place to hide out here in the cool with you, not being pawed inside!

I think we should run away, we could tramp the country I’d buy you some boots… what’ya say?

OH! listen to their pretentious laughter laying each other is all they are after.

I am sick and tired of all that. Been there got the Tshirt and am happier out here with you my dear cat!

Oh! Hector you have such a lovely face with knowing eyes understanding all my words you just exude a grace.

Why are humans  such a shallow breed thinking only and always of their basest needs.

I can hear then in the darkened rooms groping, grasping , panting self-gratifying with strangers in the gloom.

I would rather be out here with you away from all that brassy, drunken parrtaying.  Us alone out here, we two.

The silver moonlight makes your eyes sparkle, so soft your fur as I stroke you, happy hiding away  from that noisy debarcal .

Someone opens a window nearby the loud noise makes us jump and Oh! Hector you rush off without even a goodbye.

You have left me all alone, stunned by your sudden exit, there is nothing else I can do but call a taxi and head for home.

 

 

 

 

Moonlight Haiku

Oh! the silver moonlight sparkles

Softly breathes the moaning sea begging release .

Flame red her hair shimmers.

Weeping in the moonlight on the shore

Silver beams catch her beauty

Will her socks be wet for evermore.

Violin notes climbing strident upward

Climb on the breeze riding the night .

Escaping hopes ascending sweetly into endless flight.

Beautiful in the moon’s light

Wondering out into the night Earth calling

Watching silver wishes falling such amazing sight!

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