Acrostic Daffodils. Not quite Wordsworth!

My vase of  Daffs

My vase of Daffs

Dancing golden among  the lawns

Always  awakening  as  the  sun  dawns

Fluttering   and  curtsying growing  bigger

Flowing  like  a sun lit   river .

Over night  you spring into bloom

Decorating  any landscape  or  room

am proud  to  say

Lousterous  golden Daffodils  adorn my  kitchen today.

So I hope  you can enjoy the view.

 

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Muted Monday : Trees I passed along the way!

Magnolia  tree  and  Starburst Magnolia  Tree  together

Magnolia tree and Starburst Magnolia Tree together

Finally Redemption and Hope

For  all the  years  she had  wondered out in the world  alone

Never  did  she  forsake  the hope  that  she  would  find home.

A suitcase  and  a rose  her only  possessions

Outcast, untouched  by  life’s  procession.

 

Centuries  past  and  she  never aged nor gained peace

Hiding  from the sun, trapped  by night.With no release.

Little  Vampire  they took your soul

Gave  you  the  night  to play in  but never  made  you whole.

 

No tears  can flee  those  beautiful eyes

Eyes  that  never gaze on  blue skies

Pale  skin that  never  feel the  gentle warm touch

Of  the golden sun, that you still miss so much.

 

Those  who have  crossed  your  path never live  to tell

You  take  their life’s  blood  and  it prolongs  your hell.

You long  for warmth  that you vaguely  remember

To  skip in fields with others like  that long  ago September.

 

I think  you have paid  for  your  past sins

We need  to  take  you  back to where  all this  begins.

Too see if  we can find  your  soul

To bless  you and  make  you  whole.

 

If  you  will just  step into  the  Sun’s heat

Take  my  hand  and  we will your  saviour  meet.

It will only  take a minute  for  you to burn

Then  born again,  God’s  love  your learn .

Confusion

The  day  went  well, and all  was  fine

Then I slipped,  without  knowing I  crossed  the line.

It  was  nothing  I had  said

Just  my  clumsiness instead.

All was  going  well before

Until I opened  the dishwasher  door.

I  did  not  mean  for  you  to bang  your  knee

You  know  I  am careless , I did  not  mean it,  you must  see.

That  angry  look upon  your face

The  way  you  spoke, I fell  from grace.

Then  you  were  off  out  the  door

Leaving  me   confused once  more.

 

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: WEATHER , COFFEE AND CAKE.AND GET WELL PAUL

Firstly  before  we  go  any  further  I  need  to  tell  you  that  my genial  co host  Paul Curran  will not  be posting  ‘If  we  were having  Coffee’ this  week  because  he is  unwell . He  sent  me  an  email  Friday , saying  “I’m sorry Willow, but I think I have to go into the hospital tonight – something broke inside and I am in a lot of pain.  won’t be able to do the weekly post until further notice. My apologies.

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

So  lets  all sen  a huge  get  well to  Paul  we  will keep  you in  our  thoughts  and  those  of us  who  want  to  (  me included ) can  pray  for  your  safe  return  soon!

Well Paul  if  you are  reading  this  be  assured  we are  all rooting  for  you.

If  we  were having  Coffee  :  time  again to ask how  are  you all are   and  what  have  you been up  to this  week!  Come in it is lovely  to see you all here again. The fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea on  the go  and the cakes and sweets are all set out.  We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

Now  welcome  to  Paul’s  guests,  well I  know I  am not  Paul   but  I  shall  do  my  bet  to keep  you entertained  until  his  return!

 

If we were having  Coffee : I  am delighted  to  tell  you that  my  Gym Buddy  is  back  from her Caribbean holiday,  she is  looking  extremely tanned  and  well… am I  jealous HELL YES! but  I  am glad  that  she is  back  as it is  always  better  to  do  our  classes  as a  pair ,  that  way  our trainer  has  to  split  his  attention  rather  than  working  me  to  a shadow!

If we were having  Coffee :I would  tell you  that I have  decided  that  I cannot do  the A to Z  April Challenge.  I have  so much  on  and I  do  not  have  enough  time  as  it is  so  rather  rush  and  bodge  I have  decided  I  am not  going  to  put  myself  under  too much  pressure. Mind  you  plenty  of  my  fellow  bloggers  will be  entering  and  no  doubt  will be calling  me  a wooze!

If we were having  Coffee : I  would  ask if  you would  like  another  cup  of  anything  or  a  cake  or  biscuit?  there  are plenty  here  to  choose  from! Doesn’t  that  make  your  mouth  water .

How  is  the  weather  where  you are  it is   very  mixed  here, one  day  freezing   but  bright  the  next   warmer   but  dull! There is  one  thing  about  England  you  never  get  bored  by  the weather.  You  never  get used  to it either!

View  through the  trees

View through the trees

walk  home  from  the gym

walk home from the gym

Pigegon  of  a  cross

Pigegon of a cross

Blue  skies

Blue skies

Fluffy  Clouds

Fluffy Clouds

Sunny  morning

Sunny morning

Here  I have  shown  you  my  walk to  and  from the  gym  and  what  a  difference  a  day  makes from  one  to the next, from freezing  fog  to  clear  blue  skies  and a rise in temperature.

If we were having Coffee:  I would say  I  would like  to  extend   my  sympathies  to  the  families  and  friends  of  the  crew  and  passengers  of  the  the German Wings  aircraft  that  crashed into  the  Alps  last  week. There  were  no  survivors. I  am not  going  to  enter into  the  debate  about  the  where’s  and why fors   all I  shall say  is  may  God  rest  their  souls. If  you wish  to  see  more  read  here .

Well it is  time  for  me  to  go now  as  there is  so  much  to do! Let us  hope  Paul  will be  well  and  back  with us  very  soon.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

 

SoCs: All for Naught a Nonet

Did I work  and  care  for all of  them

Tending  to their  every need not

Realizing  it was all

For naught. Since I  cut that

Umbilical Knot

I was not on

Their minds

All for

Naught?

 

This  is  part  of LindaGHill  SoCs  why  not  join  in too at  SoCs

 

Badge by: Doobster at Mindful Digressions

 

Inner Enemy!

His  beautiful  calm  face  belies  his  fear

The  evil of his  of his  soul  grows ever near!

He  strives  to  fight  him  to  slay him forever

But  it is  a foe  that  defeats all his  endeavor.

 

Brave  he is   but  all his  attempts  to  remove  the  evil

Are  defeated, he rages  he  shouts  but  to  no  avail.

Sadly  he  thinks  of  those  he loves, those  he  must leave

Those  he  does  not  want  to hurt, for them  and himself  he will grieve.

 

The  evil  approaches him it is  drawing  near

He  must  go  leave  those he loves , those  he holds dear.

He  will slay his beast  he  will be victor

He  will return healed  to live in peace  evermore.

 

Music Theme – Death and Rebirth

My friend Johnny O knows how to nail a theme!

Imogen Heap’s Progress

Well  hello  everyone  here  is  a little  extra  blog  I  just wanted  to  do!

You  all know  how  much  I  love Imogen Heap , yes  you know  that is  true!

So  this  is  an out  and out  fan post,  a post to show  I  really  am impressed .

So  this  shows   much  her  techniques  of  making  music have progressed .

 

She  started  out  with  lots of  machines,  computer  and keyboards, bells  and  recorders.Phew !

 

Also  another  one  of  Imogen  on stage  working hard  before  gloves!! Phew  exhausting!

 

Then she  started  to  develop her  Me.Mi gloves  , I  picked  this video  because one it  shows  her lovely  home  and  because it is  not  as long  and  technical as  some of the talks  she has done  on the subject!

 

 

And  finally  so  as not  to bore  everyone   here  she is  performing  with  her  gloves  , the  song  me  the machine  is  so beautiful .

I  do hope  you all enjoy!

 

Thank  you  for bearing   with me!!

 

MUSIC THEME: DEATH AND REBIRTH

Today’s  music  theme  was picked  by  Maddie and she  has  chosen Death  and Rebirth.

Lets  start  with Shakespeare’s Sister  : The  video  shows  the  fight  between  life  and death….. who  will win!

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The Morrígan (“phantom queen”) or Mórrígan (“great queen”), also written as Morrígu or in the plural as Morrígna, and spelled Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is a figure from Irish mythology who appears to have been considered a goddess, although she is not explicitly referred to as such in the texts.

The primary themes associated with the Morrígan are battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster Cycle she also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the Germanic Valkyries, although her association with a cow may also suggest a role connected with wealth and the land.

She is often depicted as a trio of individuals, all sisters.[1][2][3] Although membership of the triad varies, the most common combinations are Badb, Macha and Nemain,[4] or Badb, Macha and Anand; Anand is also given as an alternate name for Morrigu.[5] Other accounts name Fea, and others.[4]   you can read  more  here 

I have  written  two  poems  about  The  Irish  Goddess  of  Death  and Rebirth  Morrigan

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MORRIGAN

Oh! the beauty of Morrigan  the phantom Queen.

Goddess of War and Sex  the most enchanting woman you have seen.

Secretly  she flies with ravens and crows

She is  happier in their company than that of any man she knows.

Riding her white steed across the sky at night

She will find a hero and bind him to her tight.

By the joys of sex she will empower him and be he knave or king

With the memory of her love he will surge into battle and he will win.

Through the seasons the crows carry her name she has shapes times three .

Which one will she chose to show which one will she be.

A crone at the village fair

Making jewellery for the young maids to  wear in their hair.

A comely maid in spring may make a young king’s heart sing.

His soul to her is lost she will sate his lust.

Then  empower him and he in battle will win.

The Tripple Goddess

Then will come the day when she will ensure he has to pay.

A woman in full bloom all curves and charms

Will welcome the knight into her arms

And teach him things he could never have known.

He will awake to find her flown

Leaving feathers on the pillow. Outside his window he will hear the harsh crow song.

All men who have been visited by her will triumph at their cause ,

Then at their death bed she will return and the mystery’s of life she will unravel then his life she will pause.
The old the young the one carrying new birth .And so the three in one travel this earth

Spreading their magic along their way

Crows and ravens by night and a woman by day.

Morrigan phantom Queen

Goddess of War and Sex  the most enchanting woman you have seen.

Secretly  she flies with ravens and crows

She is  happier in their company than that of any man she knows.

Written  by  willowdot 21  January  2013
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Morrigan Nightmare of the rebirth  of  the dead.

Morrigan

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky  over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

my eyes so bright

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrench from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

written  by  willowdot21  March 2012

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Then of course  Michael  Jackson   made his  fabulous   video  not  quite  death  and  rebirth  more  death  and undead!

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Then  there  is  the  death and  rebirth  of  the  season, shown here  beautifully   By  Vivadli  and his  fabulous Four Seasons.

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Life  cycle  of  the  Rose of  Jericho  Resurrection Plant

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Finally  my  favourite  Imogen  with  the  Dewarists , Minds  Without  Fear. I  don’t  k now  why  but  the  song  and  video  reminds  me of  rebirth and  you have  to have  death  to have  rebirth  don’t  you!

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