Loveuary Day 21 love of our Pets.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today  is  Day 21 of Loveuary and  I  am  going  to  use the  prompt  the love of pets.Firstly a poem written about Ruby before she came to live with us. Secondly a haiku about our love for our dog.

 Ruby the working girl!

Ruby is a working girl on duty night and day

She works so very hard she rarely has time to play.

We were not busy today, my friend and I,

So we dropped in on her as we were passing by.

Ruby was so pleased to see us she could hardly contain herself

She was dashing here and dashing there and knocking things from off the shelf.

It was lovely to escape the three of us to green fields and the sun

We wondered round and round chatting laughing, just having fun.

Then my foot began to itch so I slipped my shoe off on to the grass green

Unfortunately for me there was dog muck there lucking unseen.

That was really nasty an unwelcome surprise People who do not clean up after their dogs really make my temper rise.

So there we were scrabbling in field.

My foot dirty and smelly well that was not in the deal.

But Ruby she was happy she ran and sniffed and played

This was her only time she not have  to behave!!

My shoe and and foot duely wiped we just had to laugh

For Ruby was such a joy to see and went I got home I could have a bath.

So finally we walked Ruby back to work,

She was so happy to greet  her mistress we could see  Ruby was no shirk.

As we walked home we marvelled at her skills

How she worked and her mistress from all ills.

We laughed about my smelly feet and what we would like to do to those who do not clean up after their dogs We decided that they all should be fed to hungry hogs!!!!

Ruby and her fellow working dogs are silent heroes,

Often not thought of and definitely unsung

But my friend and I think they are the best and Ruby is our favourite one!

  RUBY OUR GIRL

Ruby we love you

You brighten our lives it’s true

We’re grateful to you


Loveuary Day 20 Flowers and Chocolate

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today  is  Day 20 of Loveuary. I have  had a  horrendous day and  not  feeling  at  all Loveuary!! Anyway  life is  not  always  what  we  would  like  it  to be  so! I  am going  to  mix  two prompts  Flowers  and  Chocolate. Now  to mix it up a  little,  I have  done  an Acrostic  poem spelling  chocolate  But  it is  about flowers?  Okay  I  got  confused  . So a  new poem about  chocolate  flowers….. and  an  old  poem written   about  exploding  flowers.

Chocolate, an  Acrostic  poem  about  flowers!

Chrysanthemums are just not  my style

Hosters   don’t  quite do it  either

Of course I will accept  them

Can’t  be  rude so I  smile

Only Sunflowers

Lilys of  white

Astors  bright

Tend my

Earth

 

Exploding  Flowers 

I had an exploding tin of flowers ,

It made me feel fine. I would slip out after hours

And watch the flying colours while I drink my wine.

 

I offered you my flowers I hoped to make you happy too.

Sadly you were allergic and you came out with symptoms like the flu.

I tried to put my exploding flowers back into the tin

It was so very hard to do my patience soon began to wear thin.

 

All I really wanted was to spread a little fun

But so far I’ve made you feel ill and I have cut my thumb!!

That’s it I have had enough now, they came out so they must go back in,

They wont , they don’t  OH! darn it I’ve had enough they are going in the bin!

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A very different Post!

Please read this post, it speaks for itself. ❤

A Dog's Life? (Stories of me and him)

This is a very different Post from my usual literary meanderings, as it focuses on my daughter Melanie.

She was diagnosed with a brain tumor 10 years ago and, as it was not possible to surgically remove all of it, she has had considerable chemo and radiation treatments.  Sadly, while those treatments have no doubt kept her alive, there are numerous long term side effects which dictate that she cannot perform regular work functions, and is therefore dependent on benefits from her disability provider.

When she is up to it, she uses her time volunteering for a non-profit program that coaches people who are fighting poverty.

Melanie has always been a fighter but, being unable to earn an income, she is struggling to cover her basic living costs.  When I was in N. Vancouver last October, he spirits were quite high, but she was obviously concerned about paying her monthly…

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Loveuary Day19: Love Story

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today  is  Day 19 of Loveuary. The  start  of  a love affair. A little  love  story  I  wrote  a  few  years  back  and  have  revamped  for  today’s  post.

Sitting at window each day

He sees her as he passes her way.

He drives to work early you see

And she is usually there  drinking  her cup  of tea.

Each morning as she starts the day

She hopes the loneliness will go away.

With her  cup of tea sitting in the bay

A lovely way to start the lonely  day .

 

He wonders what she would say

If he plucked up the courage and knocked at her door one day.

Perhaps an evening would be best,

With a bouquet of flowers and in his smartest suit dressed.

 

Looking out she’d often see the cars passing by while she is sitting there.

A handsome young man always looks her way,

So often now she almost gave  him a wave.

 

He looks so cute as he catches her eye

Each morning as he passes by.

She wonders would he ever stop

And through her door a note he would drop.

They could meet, that would be great

But just how to curve the paths of fate.

 

Time moves on and so does he,

He is one she no longer sees.

It is a shame she often thinks

As she sips her morning drinks.

 

One morning being early for work

She stops for a coffee to give her mind that extra perk.

Standing in the queue eyes wander

Landing on a profile that makes her heart beat stronger.

 

He parks his car everyday

From his work a healthy walk away.

He likes to exercise, he always wonders if the girl in the bay

Has noticed he no longer passes her way.

She was so cute, he thinks of her most every day.

 

As  he stops for coffee at the usual place,

Waiting in the queue he sees a familiar face.

So as they both turn and come face to face

She smiles at him their  hearts  pick up  the pace.

 

He flashes her his biggest smile

As butterflies tango in his tummy all the while.

Would she like a coffee she hears him ask,

She would and she tells him so,

Shall we drink it here have you time before you have to go.

So shall we leave them sitting there together now at last .

After  all the  time  that  has  past.

They do look happy to have met.

Their  future  now is  set

The shop is busy but they are all alone.

After work they both return to meet, he drives her home…….  ❤  ❤

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Ham

This  is  my  entry  for  LindaGHill‘s  SoCs, this  week  Linda  said  : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ham.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Rules  and Pingback  here 

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When I  was  at  home , as in childhood  home

Every Christmas Mum cooked  Ham on the bone.

Turkey  was obviously  cooked  too

Let’s  face it in  those  days what  else was  there  to  do?

 

On boxing  day  friends  were  round  , Dad would off food.

Would  you like  a sandwich  he  would ask

Everyone  said  please  not  wanting  to be  rude

Dad  would  bring in  a  huge plate  of  turkey sarnies, to  eat, our task!

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Every  year  we  fell  for  Dad  offering us  turkey  sandwiches…yes  there  were  a few turkey  sandwiches  on  the  top  the  rest  were  all  boiled  ham!

 

Loveuary. Day 18. Young Love

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today  is  Day 18 of  Lovuary. I  have chosen  for  my  prompt  today, the  joy  of  seeing  your  children in  love. I wrote  this  poem  in 2012 about  my  eldest  son  and his  then  partner. Sadly  it  did not  last  but  that  is  love,  that  is  life. The  day I  mention here is  a  day  full of  love .

 

They burst in through the back gate like a summer breeze.

Just the sight of their togetherness is enough to make me feel at ease.

Laughing at the back door as I opened it looking for the keys.

Dropping in for lunch on route to a holiday,

Full of noisy chatter and lots of things to say.

Lunch was a joint effort for the four of us a treat .

Including all types of food it really was quiet a feat .

Talking loud’  well that always was his way

But that does not worry her they seem like friends at play!

We were not expecting them they’d rang the night before to say

That they would be dropping in  today

For a break on their way.

It was great to have a catch up so good for us all to meet.

To see your children with their partners is really something sweet.

Then with much a commotion forgetting this and that .

They  are  gone  in a  flash  forgetting  a  hat.

Then all was quiet the hurricane past

Driving off waving to their holiday at last

Be happy, be loving to each other be true.

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Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

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Sue  Vincent  said :Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 22nd February and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback Here.  Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of  Sue’s post here.

summerhouse silhouetted against a dawn sky

She  came  around  the  side  of  the  summer house  to  find  him  waiting! The  relief  she  felt  was  impossible  to  measure. He  was  concerned,  did  anyone  see  her  leave, was  she followed. She  soothed  his  hair  and  told him  all  was safe  as  ever  she  had  been  careful.

It  was getting  harder  for  them  to meet  the  war was  encroaching  on  their lives  and  everyone  was  feeling  threatened  and  so  no one  was safe  from  prying  eyes. Their  eyes  met  in  the  darkling  of  the  late evening they  leaned  into  each other  to kiss. The  electricity  between  them  was visible. Running  his  hands  down  her  back  he  felt something  hot  and  wet…… Blood , he  withdrew  from  their  embrace  and  asked her  with  concern  how had  she been  wounded!

Hunters  she  said  as  she  crossed  the  mountain range  yesterday  evening  they  had  almost  caught her. Fear and  anger flashed  in her  eyes, she  was so brave  he loved  her  more  each  time  they  met.

Do  you  think , she  asked him would  their  two peoples  ever  come  to  a real peace. He looked her in  the eye and  said he had  no  answer. Time  pasted  and  they made  love  long  and  blissfully.

They were readying  to  leave  and  go  their  separate  ways  when  they  heard  a noise behind them in  a flash  she  turned  and  saw  torches  approaching . He  put his  finger  on  her  lips. My people  he  said, go ,go now he  whispered.

She  turned  and  ran  into  the  night  his  gazed after  her , as she  disappeared at  speed across  the valley. Not  a  second  too soon as  three  Vampires landed next  to  him!

There has  been a  sighting  of  a ware wolf   bitch  on  the  mountain  road they  told him.   Had  he  seen or  heard  anything they  asked.    Looking  them  straight  in  the  eyes  he  replied  yes  he  had  flown over  a  group  of  human  hunter’s  with  a  bitch  carcass on  their  sledge.

Fingers  tightly  crossed under  his  coat  he  bared his  fangs  at  the  lead  male. One  less  for us  to  worry  about   he  said . To  his  relief  they  all laughed  as  they  took off  north into  the  now  night  sky.

10 miles away to  the  south she  stopped  to lick  her  wounds, slowing  her  breath  to  almost  nothing  she  felt  for  the  tiny  life inside  her  , it  fluttered  his  breathed…. to  the  gods of  the  the 5 races  what  would  this  she  was carrying  be . It  would  be loved!

 

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