Acrostic Poem: Violinist

Vibrant  notes attack  the  air

Inhailing  gasps  from  all those  there.

Ovatures  of dancing  fire

Lay waste  to men upon the funeral pyre.

Involantary feet  begin dance

No one  escapes  the devil’s dance .

In exhaustion she  drops her  bow

Seed like,  on the  wind  her  notes flow

Timing  the musians  friend turns on her in the  end!

One Liner wednesday : Ginger Rogers

“After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.”

Ann Richards



This  is  part  of  OneLiner Wednesday  brought  to  you  from  LindaGHill

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Daisy’s Fate

The noise  grew  as it  closed in on her, now  she could  feel  the  earth  shaking  and  shuddering  as this  terrible  thing  approached.  She  was terrified   and  visibly  trembled,drawing  herself  up  to her  full hight she took a  deep breath. I shall survive  she  told herself  it  would be too cruel  to perish  now  just as she had attainted  all her  goals.

The  noise  grew  and it was here, the  blades  sharp  as knives whirring  round, she  could hear  the screams and  cries of  the  others as they  were ripped  and chopped  and sucked in. Fear  took hold of her  and  she blanked out.

Finally  she realized, or rather  felt  that  the  noise  had  stopped  the  machine was gone and  she with a few others  were  still standing. She  felt  the sun  she  smelled  the  grass she was spared  she  was alive  and oh! it  felt  good.

She  surveyed  the scene  the carnage  so many  friends  and family  gone. Some  completely,  others  laying  mutilated  and  dying, softly  moaning.

A child  a little  girl  approached  her  they looked  at  each other  the  child reached out  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  she screamed  but  the child unhearing  and unaware   reached out  and picked her ……. later  that  day  she was abandoned  and  she  slowly  withered  and  died, joining  her  slaughtered  friends  and family.


Would  you  stop if I asked  you to

If I pleaded  what  would  you  do

Would  you  stay  a moment  longer

If offered  could my love  make  you  stronger.


Could  I  slow  your path,stop  the ravishes of  time.

If  I  showed  you love  sublime.

Would I holt  your advance in any  tiny  way

Could I  cheat death  and  make  you  stay.


If my  tears  that fall upon  your face

Could chase off death, make it  leave in disgace.

I would  hold my  breath  for eternity

If it  meant  you  would stay  with me.

I  dedicate  this post  to  A post from Charli Mills asks about breathless moments. I read  Geoff’s  beatiful  post  Take My Breath  Away  and  felt  moved  to  write one  too.




If we were having Coffee: I feel like Alice

Hello  everyone  welcome  to  the garden  we have a marquee  and  heaters, all the garden  furniture  has  been washed  and  I have put out cushions for your  comfort.

Well what  do  you  think  shall  we  chance  it . Now  as  always  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  

If we were having coffee: Phew, I  shall  have  to say  I  am sorry  for being late . I have had  a really  eventful weekend! Yesterday  (Saturday ) I was up really  early  because I had  to be at  the hospital at 8am. I had  to  go in  for an operation. I had  spent  all week  since  returning  from  the  cruise  worrying  about it! Well  what  do  you know  I have been in had  my  op  and I  am now  home  and I have survived. Results  of  two  biopsys in 3/4 weeks!

Silly  me  I  was really  worried   and  I don’t  know  why  because  normally  I take  things in my  stride.Hey ho  what do ya know!!

If we were having coffee:  The  hubby  and I  had  a  trip out this  week  just off  the cuff  and unexpected I  think he  was  very  kindly  trying  to keep  my  mind off  the impending operation. Well  it  was lovely   the  weather and  not  too busy.  We  went  to Marlow  on  the  Thames , we had  a good drive  down  there  but  sadly  we  could not  find  anywhere  to  park  so  we took  a trip down memory  lane  and  found a  spot  where hubby had picniced  with his parents  when he was young!  I have  put in  a photo below  of  the spot. After that  we went  to  the lovely  village  of Bisham  and  we had  a  beautiful  meal in a country  pub.  here  are  some  photos  of Bisham too.



Winter Hill

Winter Hill

A lovely  day out indeed!

If  we were having coffee : It is  garden  time again….. stop  yawning I  am only  going to  show  you  two photos, it is of  our  first  early  crop of  new potatoes!


More to come


Green fingers and gloves

Right  well If we were having coffee: I would have to  say I  must  take  my leave  I  am not  feeling  tip top yet   and  we have had  the  mother in law over  for the day  and she keeps us on our toes. Plus I had a temperature  this afternoon. So I  am off  to  get my  Jimjams  and  slippers  and have an early  night.

Once  again I  thank  you  all for  visiting  me  and Paul  too  we love to  see you  and hear  what  you have to say  and  we hope  you will join us again next  week! Hugs  to you  all!

Do  all stay  and  be comfortable   we love  to see  you  all.

And of course  the


over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

If We Were Having Coffee – July 19/2015 : Guest Post

Are These Heavy?


your Barista Paul

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul; I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow fluffed the cushions on the chairs and set the tables in the garden so we can have a cuppa and chat as we soak up the sun and enjoy the beautiful plants. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

It’s great to be back here at Willow’s this week. Mark and his family were wonderful hosts whilst Willow was touring the Rhine. So, personally it has been a relatively uneventful week this week. My bed is quite low to the floor and I was having a hard time getting out of it in the morning as my knees don’t work as they used to. I was looking around trying to find a way to raise the bed up 6 or 8 inches – not only for ease of egress but also to allow more storage underneath.

So, I took my handicap bus to Home Depot – for our continental readers, this is a huge building supply chain in North America whose stores each cover acres. You could easily build a house inside the store and never have to go out to get anything.

I wandered around the store for over an hour looking for blocking or anything that could be inexpensively repurposed to raise the bed. I had checked out concrete blocks on-line  before going, so I visited them out in the building supply yard. Whew, they were a lot bigger in person than they were on the screen. At almost 50 pounds each, they were heavy. I checked out the lumber dept but I have few tools and lumber was only sold by the 8, 10 or 12 foot sections. Besides the planks were quite expensive.

Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet? In the end I found myself back at the concrete blocks – at only $3 each, definitely the best option financially, but the weight. I had a shopping cart and it groaned when I put the first block in – in hindsight I should have gotten one of the big platform dollies they have for heavy supplies. I shifted the block to the back of the cart closest to the handle and over the bigger wheels. Then I loaded in 3 more blocks as the cart sagged lower after each addition. Making my way through the store to the checkout was an adventure as the heavy cart wanted to go in straight lines only. I paid the bill and pushed my blocks out front to wait for my ride. I must confess I was concerned that the driver might object to 200 pounds of concrete blocks. I have seen the unionized drivers complain about too many bags of groceries, let alone building supplies.

I was thinking up all sorts of approaches to convince the driver how important these blocks were when a taxi pulled up. More often than not, the handicap service uses their own busses but sometimes they farm out work to taxis – no cost to the users. Hmmm, interesting development. I waved him down (they put a “PARA-Transpo” sign on the side of the car when on handicap service) and he backed up to my cart, popping the trunk.





I greeted the driver and he looked hesitant, asking: “I hope these aren’t too heavy?” Ha! I assured him they were not heavy at all as I swung one into the trunk. He grabbed a second one with one hand and couldn’t move it until he adjusted his grip and used both hands. He let out a grunt as he lowered it into the trunk. I had the other two aboard before he could straighten up. I just smiled at him and walked around to the front seat. He dropped me and my concrete blocks off at the back door to my apartment so I wouldn’t have to lug the blocks all the way through the building. The wooden steps up to my back deck are not the sturdiest and I was a bit concerned about having my own weight plus the blocks on one step. So I moved them up a few steps at a time as I stood below. In short order I had them in my room and under the legs of my bed. They work perfect. When I sit on the edge of the bed now, my legs hang straight down and my feet are flat on the floor. Time for a cup of coffee.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

And of course  the


over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s



Stream of Conciousness Saturday: fly/flies/flew/flu/flue.

This  is  part  of LindaGHill‘s Stream of Concious Saturday  here is  the pingbak.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “fly/flies/flew/flu/flue.”  Choose one, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!


Birds love  to fly ,

Oh!  why can’t I

Why  can’t I fly

Like a  bird in the sky!


She clapped  her hands  and  and  away  they  flew

I  am still trapped here wondering what to do!


Here I  am trapped in a  cage

Unable  to fly  caugh up in rage

Like  a man  with  the flu

I don’t  know what  to do.


She clapped  her hands  and  and  away  they  flew

I  am still trapped here wondering what to do!



I wish I could  fly away

Use  my wing’s influence

Up into  the sky  this  day

Escape  from my  enforced  residence !

Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. Linda will post the prompt  on her blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance,  Linda  will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that Linda  and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of Linda’s post into yours.  Your link will show up in Linda’s comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on Linda’s post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!




The First Post Challenge

You  know  me  I love  a challenge!

First  of  all I  want  to  say  thank  you  to Theya Catalan  for nominating me for


The rules:

  • link your first post
  • name the type of the post
  • explain why this was your first post (reason for writing)
  • nominate fellow bloggers to participate in the challenge

So here is my first blog post ever:

This is  my space 

This is my space, don’t intrude.

It’s all that I have left, my safe place so don’t be rude.

It is dark out there and it is a hurtful place.

Don’t come near or I shall scratch your face.

This is all that I have to call my own.

Out there it’s hurt and fear and there is no way home.

The noise out there is endless and the bullying never stops.

The insults hurt they stick like dirt and they won’t wash off with the raindrops.

The ties that bind infect my mind, self blame becomes my crown

I am lost and so confused not knowing up from down.

I will not move I am protected here.

I am warm, tired and full of fear

Self loathing gnaws at my very being.

Something watches me, something all seeing.

The voices full of reproach and disdain

Claw at my bones and all is pain.

I want to move, I need to hide

I have nothing left. No will, no pride.

I wish that I was tiny, too small to see.

I could hide and recover and maybe I could be free.

I am tired of blame and threats. I am lost and in need of a mother.

Mine is long gone sadly, you only get one, no chance of another.


1What type  of  post  was it?

An angry  and  hurt post, an immature  post,  a  post unsure  of  what  it  really  was  trying to say. It  was  though  an honest  post full of  the pain  and  angst  that I was feeling  at  the time.

2 explain why this was your first post (reason for writing)

After  my  acident   and  time in  hospital I  was hurt  mentally  and physically. I  was angry  that I had  to  retire  from  my  job and  by  how  so  many  people  who  I  had  thought to be  good  friends  had  dropped  me  because  I  could  not  get  around  as used  to.

I found  it  very  hard  to  cope  with  the pain  and  the  fear  that I  might  never  be  the  same  again. I had  a lot of  pain  to  deal  with  and I  was on a huge  drug  regime. Nothing seemed  to  work and  drug  changes  made  things  even  worse. Eventually  I was  refered to  the pain clinic  at  the hospital  in my  area. After  several  visits I was  refered  to to  see  the  pain  physcologist.

This  was  a lucky  day  for  me, she encouraged  me  to  write out  my  pain, fears  and feelings in poetry. Start  a  blog  she  said …. so I  took  her  advice. I  thank her  often.

3 nominate fellow bloggers to participate in the challenge

Who  shall I  nominate  to  join  the challenge?

Johnny Ojanpera  

Lisa Ojanpera 




Victo Dolore


I look forward  to  reading  your  first post!

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