New Year Meets Old.

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It was late,  the  last  day of  the  year was  done and leaving  no  doubt

Death  was  pushing in the New Year as  Old Father Time was on his  way out.

Everywhere  plans  were  being made for  beginnings  shiny  and  new

Death  and Old  Father Time raised  an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

 

Death  knew  he  would spend  his  time  as he did  time and  time  again

Just doing his job with out  complaint , clearing up  the fall out  of mankind’s pain.

From  the crashed  car, to  a  bomb in a cafe, a knife  fight in  the dark

A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing  accident or tragedy  in the park.

 

Old Father time  had  seen it  all , in technicolour  more  than once  before

He  patted Death on  the  shoulder  as he  trudge  towards the  sunrise once more.

He slipped  on spilt  blood on  the  floor and  stepped over  miss chances

He  knew  them  so well, he passed  by  the  plotters and  suicides ready for one way dances.

 

A cry  from the pram made  the old guys  both jump,

Why did hope always  arrive at  this  time of  year, in  this dump

The  New  Year was  gurgling  and  burbling  with joy, eyes  bright on horizons new

Painting rosy lies  across  the world, closing it’s  eyes to badness  and  feelings  of  blue.

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Another Year

Happy New Year

Well here we are again another year older, no wiser in my case but you may well be. 

I am truly grateful for all your support and kindness throughout 2017. I hope I have been as supportive to you all.

I do love you and I am grateful for all of your patience through my bad times these last few months.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you all.

Looking forward to May 19th .

Lots of love willow.

New Year?

New Year? 

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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 thirty first 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 one 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.

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Thoughts at the end of the year.

Thoughts  at  the  end  of  the  Year. When it is  dark  damp  an cold.

It’s  not  a bad  life, it’s just not  the  life I  wanted.

Life  is  not a  bowl of  cherries  they  say, but  I would  be happy with pears

Stalked  by  stress and  worry, by  dark  clouds  haunted

Always  trying  to  be  the mediator  
Even  when no one else  cares.
 
Well   eventually  you  awake  to  the fact  that  you  are  nothing
You  have  lost  what  you  were, it is  easier  to just  give in

The  path less  travelled  becomes  a forgotten  thing.

Follow the  piper as his  melody  you  sing.

 So, as  like  the  day  this  year is  comes  to  an  end

Stillness creeps in  to  immortal my  soul

Like  the  Willow  bow  and  bend

I  shall move  on , I  shall survive  my  friend.

 

 

 

 

 

 #SoCS Dec. 30/17 Acrostic Poem.

This week LindaGHill has given us the word Resolution for our Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The last one for 2017

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Resolution, you will never keep

Escape your head and run the street

Seldom do they last for long

Ousted like a forgotten song

Lots of good intentions end this way

Undone, forgotten within the day.

Time and time and time again

Intentions just don’t last the game.

Onwards as the year comes to an end 

New Year Resolutions we bend.

Acrostic Friday.

 

Frivourously  fluttering  her skirts around  and hinting  at  change

Rekindling hope in our hearts  she  bangs  the  door of  any  blues in  range

Idly painting her nails, fingers  and  toes, to  hell with the  rest of  the clique

Days gone, days to come,  days  for having fun. She is  the Queen of  the week

Anti slog, against all types of drugery. Wake up  Sleepy Head

You need to be up and  at ’em! It is  Friday . That is what I said.

Thursday Photo Prompt. Writephoto. Blue

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo Thursday photo Prompt. Rules and Pingback Here.


I have been unable to blog for a while but I am trying to get back into writing so today I have managed another chapter of my SoC story the whole story can be found here at  Vampires,the Witch and the Werewolf.

 Blue

Once again Mathew stood a beach watching the moon throwing a silver shadow across the calm surface of the sea. Again he felt the long lost emotions washing over him. Deep gnawing loss, shock and horror and to make it all worse guilt.

It was cold and silent and Mathew shivered, he looked down at his feet to were there was a pile of ashes. A sudden wind took them and sent them into a flurry across the shore. Mathew felt the unfamiliar salty taste of tears on his lips.

He  watched his sister’s ashes fly away. He wept until he could almost feel nothing again. His beautiful sister was gone after eons together and he felt alone. Not only was she dead but she had died at his hands.

Replaying it all in his head Mathew was still shocked. Fay had joined in the forrest and for a while all was normal they hunted together.  Then she asked him where his aligience lay, was it with Roman and the Ancients, would he follow them into the brewing war. Would he kill the werewolf bitch and suck the blood from the witch and her brat?

Mathew had been stunned he knew which side he should be on but he could not think of killing Rachel or Lisa let alone little Hope. He had spun round and looked Fay in the eye. “It would not come to that” he shouted. “It already has! “screamed his sister. “Choose me and the Ancients” Fay glared at him. 

“I can’t,  Mathew said, “I won’t side against Rachel and Lisa.” Mathew looked at his sister she was right there infront of him but it was not her. He saw Roman in her eyes he felt Roman in her touch. 

Then the fight began, she grabbed him and drew out a silver knife from inside her cloak aiming for his heart she lunged at him. Mathew was too fast for her he shot away from her. 

“No” he shouted at her, he knocked the knife from her hand and so the fight to the death began. Fay bit scratched and ripped lumps of skin from  Mathew’s body.  She was like a demon possessed.

Finally Mathew found the strength to smash her against some rocks on the beach. He saw that she was impailed on a piece of drift wood, straight through the chest. Hissing and screaming she tried to wrench herself free. 

Mathew ran to her and started to help her, he had almost pulled her free when she bit into his chest trying to rip his heart out. Again Mathew saw Roman in her eyes and the hate she felt for him was tangible.

It was over in a moment, he pushed her back down and then  pulled her to the side ripping her chest open exposing her beating heart. He would never forget the terrified look in her eyes as she murmured his name… Roman was gone, this was his sister  he was killing.

Her heart beating still in his hand her body hanging limp on the drift wood. Mathew lifted Fay and laid her on the sand. Her heart and her blood already  turned to ash he carried her nearer to sea.

It only took seconds for Fay’s body to turn to ash and then gently blow away.

Roman sat in his tall tower angry that Mathew had killed Fay. He did not care that Fay was dead he was angry that she had alerted Mathew to the Ancients plans. 

Mathew needed to get back to Rachel.

#writephoto

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017.

This is week’s Twittering Tales from Kat Myrman.

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The Ghost Watch

No one could remember how long the watch had been in the family. It was part of family life.

It was a beautiful specimen and as such it was always been well looked after.

Then one day it was just gone as inexplicably .

It appeared at it’s next household without warning, un- noticed.


RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #181 Nightmare&Horror

This week’s Haiku Challenge from Ronovanwrites is  to write a haiku using the words Nightmare and Horror.

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Nightmares follow me

Their horror so real I see.

No hope do I see.

Writespiration#147, 52 Words in 52 Weeks. Week 52.

This week sees not only the last Writespiration of this year but the last Writespiration. Our inspirational leader Sacha Black  needs  more time to devote to family work and writing her books! Let’s face it she has done a Stirling Job up until now. 

This last prompt is : to write the last 52 words we have written for our WIP.

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He spoke softly to Hope, telling her of her father. He felt the great sense of unease in the child… He managed to relax and sooth the baby off to sleep with his singing.

Rest child we have a huge task ahead of us he thought sharing her sense of impending doom.



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