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Halloween Dreams

HALLOWEEN ACROSTIC

Howling  hounds and a hateful ghost

All crawling in my brain to dictate this post

Low life’s clawing at the damp sodden soil

Longing to escape upwards  they toil.

Open wounds leaking foul smelling puss.

Worms  and maggots  in a frenzy hungry for us.

Every shadow  seems  to reach out for  you

Even  the toys in the corner are eyeing you too.

No don’t look behind you have a care ….

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HALLOWEEN  DREAM

Sitting  quietly in the room

It is getting  late  and I grow cold.

Shadows creeping  spreading gloom

My mind drifts  my dreams unfold.

 

A chill, a shiver a sense of impending doom

Vampires , Zombies tormented souls

Dragging  chains and fearing  life left too soon.

Moans of agony from bodies being hauled over hells coals.

 

I cannot move I am rooted to the spot

A thousand  spiders crawl through my hair

I open  my mouth  to scream but I cannot!

I reach out for help  but there is none there.

 

A shadow forms outside on the wall

Bats circle up in the evening sky

They form a woman I watch her dark hair fall

Across her shoulders our glances meet eye to eye.

 

 

Shocked to the core  we are both rooted to the spot

She is me and I am her, we are one….

Come  she beckons join with me, at this  you get only one shot.

I find  that I can move fast, faster than the wind we touch hands  and we are gone.

 

Where’s your mother  has she gone out ?

There’s no dinner  what is she playing at.

The  house is empty she does not answer even if we shout.

Her computers on and running…. what do you make of that?

 

 

 

Musical Themes: Meditation

Maddie  ♪Meditation – …   chose the theme MEDITATION for this week:

Meditation: The Wikipedia  version of what  meditation is   can be found here. But  what does  meditation mean to me?

Time to think  where I am , me this tiny  soul in the whole of things , in the Universe.

Life  love and being. To close my eyes and be at one with the entity of life. From the tiniest flower and insect to the

highest mountain and creature.

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First lets look at  the lost and lamenting

 

Fallen Delerium

Lamentation Delerium

Next lets explore the celebration of life

World without fear   Imogen Heap

Climb to Sakteng      Imogen Heap

Cycle Song   Imogen Heap

Finally  lets look at the mystical.

Give me love  George Harrison

What is life  George Harrison

My sweet lord  George Harrison

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Stars like dice

She picked the stars up like dice

Threw them once and threw twice.

Till they were scattered in the skies,

An amazing mix to beguile the eyes.

Then colouring a deep indigo

She made a stunning backdrop for the stars to show.

There was such a stunning light

And she decided to call it night.

She spread her arms out far and wide

And defied any soul to reach the other side.

All day she played at this

Every now an then she would ignite a sun with just a kiss.

Galaxy after Galaxy she set out within  her being.

She was unsure if she was travelling to, or fleeing.

Then she had a mad idea, made a planet green and blue and planted the seed for me and you.

Eventually she got bored and looked for some new employment she made oceans and land

And all of that was fine and grand.

But as she was growing tired

She made something less inspired.

From within her tired mind she created mankind.

By willow21

26 Nov 2011

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Finally Gottcha!

You took my innocence that day

You ripped it from me  and threw it away.

What did that feeling  do for you

Were  you pleased to see broken when you were  through.

 

You  took the words and  beat me until I bled

Threw me naked  from your bed

With actions  harsh you hurled me down

My face you screwed into the ground.

 

You dragged  me screaming  through the town

Before  your friends  you tore off my gown

Exposed my secrets, every hidden nook of me

You raped  me there  for all to see.

 

Left me broken and bleeding  for all to debase

You blew my life apart  left me with egg upon my face.

The pain, the shame was more than I could take

You enjoyed my downfall pushing  hard so I would brake.

 

The years have erased me from your mind.

Yet to me they have not kind.

You do not suspect my tender embrace.

My blade has found it’s target I see that in your face.

 

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Lisa  at   Underground Energy  has  suggested I link this  poem to  https://hastywords.wordpress.com/2014/10/30/dark-romance/  so here we go!

Flying in the Pink

Dreams of flying in the Pink

Once upon a moonlit dream I flew

Carried by a thousand  fairy hands

I am not lying  this was true

Flying weightless covered in  billions of silver  fairy strands.

 

My hair flying in the breeze

As glow worms light my way.

Over woodlands and lakes just above the trees.

Drifting, sleeping through my flight  towards the light of day.

 

Gentle  stars  watch my progress

I sleep deeply  never stirring not a blink

Pretty lights adorn my pink and flowing dress

On and on into the   night will I reach the brink.

 

Once upon a moonlit dream I flew

Carried by a thousand  fairy hands

I am not lying  this was true

Flying weightless covered in  billions of silver  fairy strands.

Lost Faith Found

Tell me hope what brings  you so low

What is  this grief  that has  brought you so.

Why  have you forsaken the meaning of  your name

Can you not see that brings on you the darkest  shame.

 

I am broken I am lost  I am too tired to go on

I carried the the world and its angst for too long.

Once my darling  Faith on my left did stand

Upon my right  was Charity who held my hand.

 

But why dear Hope have you given in.

Without you, despair and grief will win.

You cannot forsake this world

No matter the trials that at you are hurled.

 

I am exhausted I can not go on

Without Faith and Charity it all seems wrong.

I weep for  me and I weep for the world

I weep for my wings I can no longer unfurl.

 

Listen Hope you must  not loose Faith  or Charity

You  belong together, you make a trinity.

I believe that they are both near

You can reach them if you ignore  your fear.

 

I don’t know if I can trust you or if what you say is true .

Can you give me a sign, can you show  me what to do.

If Faith and Charity are near

Show  me how to bring them here

 

Here sweet Hope take  my hand

Feel who I am , then you will understand.

Put all your belief in me

Accept  my love and  Faith and Charity.

Please Hope  don’t  give in keep within the trinity

Find  strength in Faith,Hope and Charity.

 

Hope

I have  been bombarded with  comments on Lost Hope you all seem to think she can be saved  so while I think of how to dig her  and myself  out of this hole here are  two of  my favourite things. Imogen Heap  and Narina

 

The song and the video  scream HOPE so lets hope  she is listening ……………………………….

Lost Hope

What good are these wings  to me

They have never helped me to be free.

What use have I for these eyes

Pluck them out, ignore my plaintiff cries.

 

What need have I of  these arms

None, none if not for your charms

What use my soul what use  my heart

Your harsh  words have rent them in half.

 

What point  my life what hope have I

I am replete, forlorn I need to die.

What good these wings I ask you with a sigh

What good to me who  can no longer fly.

 

If We Were Having Coffee

WELCOME WELCOME TO AUDREY WE ARE DELIGHTED TO HAVE YOU HERE!!

Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

A huge thank you to Willow for asking me to coffee today. Friday’s haiku about coffee and cookies give her the perfect opportunity to invite me to try her weekly post titled, “If We Were Having Coffee”. I’ve often found her poetry challenging my reality, as she often writes about the tough stuff life can dish out, and I thank her for it. Willow’s lovely photos over coffee express her day to day travels in a charming way, and prove how blessed she truly is to enjoy a full life, so stop by and say HI soon.
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I’m not entirely sure how this works, but I believe I hand out coffee and cake, while you listen to me ramble on about my world a bit. You have no idea how much anxiety I have just thinking about talking about myself. We should start with conversing over my anxiety, but this…

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: PEPYS AND POPPIES.

Well hello everyone  how are you all today, come on in we are moving indoors  now  as  the Autumn is well and truly  here  and Winter is hot on her heels!! We have the coffee and the cakes all ready the fire is all lit! The sofas and armchairs all have their cushions all plumped up! So go on spoil yourselves we have stocked up on hot chocolate now and brought in some good books for you to read too! I can hear Paul has all his guest here many of whom you will know so lets see, what have you been up to this week. Paul  is still using  the Marquee  but he  and his  guest  will probably  be  coming in here  too, soon!! Also  we have an extra  hostess  Audrey  from Oldest Daughter & Red  Headed Sister. I am so very  excited to have Audrey join us!

If we were having coffee:  I would say  woo!  what a week it has  been my feet have hardly  touched  the ground! Monday  was a surprise  day, late Sunday evening  the husband  up  and said  let’s go  up to town  and see The Poppies  at the Tower of London. It was a wonderful idea  and all the better  for  going on the spur of the moment! So  first thing Monday morning off  we set!

We arrived in London mid  morning  and  made our  way  by tube  to Tower Hill. Well it was so impressive  I cannot  explain  it just needs to be seen!

Light  by  heaven light

Light by heaven light

Fountain of  poppies

Fountain of poppies

Mother's sons

Mother’s sons

fathers, brothers , lovers,

fathers, brothers , lovers,

such a sacrifice

such a sacrifice

each one a life

each one a life

 

poppies galore

poppies galore

Pouring out of Poppies

Pouring out of Poppies

 

Every poppy is a life, young, old all given for  what was to be a better world. A  war  to end  all wars. Sadly  they were lied  to, they returned  to harder lives  than before!

As for a war to end  all wars  that  did  not  happen  either! No world war 2 came  and went  Vietnam, Falklands, Middle east and so on! . But I am not going to go on  and on the pictures  tell  the tale  it is just heart breaking .


 

If we were  having  coffee : I would  tell you that after  we had  walked  completely  round  the tower and seen  all the poppies, one of which  will be ours! We  bought one a couple  of months  ago  and we intend to keep it  until  the Newbie  is old enough to  understand it’s importance at  which point  we will  give it to  him!

If we were  having  coffee : I’d tell you  that after  seeing the poppies  we went  for an amazingly well planned walk. My husband  knows the city of  London  well, having worked  there  among other places. He  took  me to where Samuel Pepys  used to live in Seething Lane, also  where  he and his wife  Elizabeth went to church at  St Olave’s  in Hart Street.

We  spent  an hour looking  around  the church, churchyard  and even visited  the chapel in the crypt.  Samuel Pepys and his wife  are buried  in the church  and  have a plaque commemorating  them on the wall inside the church. Samuel  out lived his wife  and was very sad when she died. He had  a bust  made of  Elizabeth had it positioned  so he could  gaze upon her  from his pew in the  raised gallery.

There use to be a  mezzanine around  the church   but it is  no longer there. The  church  was damaged  in WW2  and  the mezzanine  was not replaced. Now  hold  on  where  are  my  manners! Would  you like another coffee  or tea or even hot  chocolate?   Do join  me lets  have some cake . I had  the coffee cake and carrot cake  last  week  so I fancy  some of  that lemon  drizzle  cake.

If we were  having  coffee : I hope I am not  boring  you  but  I  tell  you  how  after  leaving St Olave’s and  seeing  Seething  Lane  we headed off  to see the infamous Pudding  Lane , then on to Monument  . The  monument  if it  was lain  down  would  reach  to  the exact  spot  in Pudding Lane where  the fire of London started.

After  that  we headed off  towards  the river  and  the South Bank,  past  the Globe  Theatre , then half way across the millennium bridge then back  and along  to have a a picnic  in a park  my hubby  used to use  when he was working! Then it was a quick  dash  past  the ITV  studios  then back to Waterloo  and  then train home!

Fabulous stained  glass windows in  St Olave's

Fabulous stained glass windows in St Olave’s

a haven of  peace jus off the street

a haven of peace jus off the street

unusual ceiling

unusual ceiling

Mr  and Mrs Pepys memorial plaque

Mr and Mrs Pepys memorial plaque

more windows

more windows

 

fabulous wood pulpit

fabulous wood pulpit

Stone alter  donated  by the King of Denmark.

Stone alter donated by the King of Denmark.

the crown resting on the alter

the crown resting on the alter

 The wood above the door is where  the mezzanine was.

The wood above the door is where the mezzanine was.

Entrance to the crypt

Entrance to the crypt

St Olave's grave yard

St Olave’s grave yard

 

this would  of been the mezzanine

this would of been the mezzanine

The door Samuel  and Elizabeth used to enter  by.

The door Samuel and Elizabeth used to enter by.

The  Bust of Elizabeth Pepys

The Bust of Elizabeth Pepys

 

 

All Hallows  by the Tower

All Hallows by the Tower

If  we were having  coffee: I’d  have to say well now  I have  to go  out now  as I have another  coffee  morning to join they ladies I used  to work  with.So I  wish  you all a lovely  stay  here  remember  you can eat as much cake  as  you fancy  they  are  all calorie  free! So  please  stay as long  as  you like , Paul and Audrey  will take  care of  you all!! I shall be  back soon  so mix and enjoy I won’t be long.

 

Monument

Monument

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Where  the great fire of London started

Where the great fire of London started

 

Seething Lane

Seething Lane

 

 

 

Church on the site of  the entrance to London  Bridge

Church on the site of the entrance to London Bridge

 

This was once  the entrance  to London Bridge

This was once the entrance to London Bridge

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Southwark Cathedral

Southwark Cathedral

 

The Shard  by the river

The Shard by the river

 

Borough Market

Borough Market

The New Globe  theatre

The New Globe theatre

 

The Go;den Hind

The Golden Hind

The Millennium Bridge

The Millennium Bridge

Ah! good  you  you are still here, so If we were having  coffee: I say  that  the rest of  my  week had  been very  busy too! I have been writing  poems all this month to  bring  Breast Cancer  Awareness Month to the fore. I cannot say it has been easy  but I have put my  heart and soul into it you can read read them if  you like  they are dotted about  through out  this month.

Tuesday: After the gym  my friend  and I set  off on the bus  to our local town ( we love  the fact  that  the bus  stops  almost outside  my house  so it transports us door to door!) We had  coffee  and cake  and I spotted  the perfect  Christmas Present  for the Newbie…. A Rocking Horse.  After we got  back home  we told  the husband  all about  it  and  then when  my friend  had left to go and get  dinner  for her husband  we rushed to the computer  and ordered  the horse. I have put  a photo of “Dobbin” our name  for him, below.

If we were having Coffee: The  rest of the week has been filled  with Drs  appointments,  and trip to a clinic  for  a Dexoscan  to check out  the density of  my  spine, since I have have  broken it  twice  the Drs  think it wise to keep an eye on it’s density . Apparently  it is very difficult  to read  my  scan. The  radiographer who  did  it told  me  she would  have to spend  some  extra time  reading  my scan as there was so much, cement, metal work and pins and screws in  my back it was hard to make out the bone  let alone  the density. OKAY ! I have heard  all the jokes about  me  being dense!

I really  must go now  so thank  you so much  for visiting  and I really hope  you will all be back again  next week. Don’t  forget to spend  time  with Audrey  and Paul  they have so much to share with you . I was going to talk about the sad goings on at  the Canadian Parliament  this week  but Paul  has  covered  that  with  great thought  and information  so  I have left that to him apart from saying GOD BLESS CANADA. So bye bye  for now enjoy  your weeks  and hope to have coffee with you all again  next week.xxxxxxxxxxxxx

The Newbies Christmas present

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

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