Mary and Jo part 11

Today is the eleventh day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Image from Pixabay

Annya was busy, she had three rooms left to do. Then another hallway, after that she would be through. Suddenly her vacuum died and went quiet, turning round she found the housekeeper looking concerned and white!
“According to our records you were a doctor in your country, is that true?” “Yes“ replied Annya, thinking that was another life, “just what is that to you.”
Jean smiled “It is that young couple staying David’s room they have no money and she is not well. Could you check her out? I will get Hannah to finish off your rooms.”
Without another word the two women made for David’s snug Annya pleased to be able to use her given expertise, felt like giving the Jean a hug! When they arrived Mares looked stressed with pain, fear in her eyes. When she was told of Annya’s skills she was so relieved she cried. Irena was there, she smiled at Annya “you need to reassure our patient that we know nature’s tricks and what she has now is a case of Braxton Hicks.”
Annya checked Mares out and with Irena she agreed, that Mares needed rest. A safe place for the couple to stay was of great need.” Jean said that would be fine David was sharing with the concierge and the couple had a good effect on business so the manner certainly did not mind.
Irena gently told Mares that before she had travelled here to be a maid she had been a midwife and Annya was a doctor. So a birthplan the three of them made. Jo was so relieved he went for a walk and as he was hoping Gabe turned up for a talk. Gabe told him to fear not that all would go well and after the babe was born as soon as Annya told them all was well they should pack up and go.

Happily humming Annya almost skipped along to her room and from the very back of her cupboard she dug out her Drs bag and her books from where they had laid hidden in the gloom.At last she thought, I can again do just what I love, even if it was just for a short time it was like a gift from up above. Irena, too was happy she and Annya were good friends they had travelled to this hotel together and now together they could practice medicine again!
Magi.com had landed and were Hilton bound in their hired limousine they needed food , drink and rest but after that to find the babe they were very keen. After research on the plane they were even more determined not to contact herod.com again.

Ani’s Advent 2019! Cats, Honey Bear and D. Wallace Peach

Our Ani introduces us to Honey Bear and her two legs D Wallis Peach.

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Mary and Jo part 8.

To day is the eighth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

image from Pixabay

The children were whispering, whispering the good news. They would go and visit soon in groups of maybe ones and twos! They were excited at the whisper of the imminent new birth they knew he was different but as yet they did not know his worth.
The adults were intrigued some of the teachers even got rather peeved, no one was paying attention in class and they could get from them was what might might come to pass. The grown ups should of listened more, but that is the grown up’s way. They really should of listened as the children had so much of importance to say.
The children of the staff at the Hotel Delph had been the first to know a king was to be born. Yet not a king of worldly ways.
The grown ups tried to hide them from the children’s stare but Mares and Jo were happy to have them stay. The staff thought this was lovely, yes it really was just great free child care all day everyday even if it was short term, especially at zero rate.


Now I know this may seem rather strange and maybe not nice but all the cockroaches, rats and mice all decided that while Mares and Jo were there they would disappear. The cleaners were delighted and so were the cooks they could not believe the fact that every where was sparkling .

image from Pixabay

Our three astronomers where comfortable on their plane and Balthasar was fending off Herod.com again. This guy is becoming a nuisance this guy is bad for sure.
There was something unclean about him,something hard and mean they all regretted their dealings with him.
Herod wanted to know of all male births maybe now you can fill in the spaces. Evil Herod was working on an app to map all boys aged under one year. He was going to kill them all, he’d not shed a tear.
Back in David’s room, Mares and Jo were holding court, the children had all brought their pets.There were dogs and cats and mice, a gerbil too and believe it or not a lamb and a tiny piglet . I kid you not, it is true.

Image from Pixabay

Mary and Jo part 7

To day is the seventh day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Mary and Jo.

The shepherds recovering unsure of what they had just seen,

The stunning angel was the strangest sight they had ever seen.

They fed the sheep then headed for the town.

Whatever it was they were obviously part of what was going down.

The star was still shining, visible for miles around.

None of them sure of what any of it meant

Yet angelth could only of been heaven sent.

Mares and Jo were both asleep,

Angels had them safe within their keep.

Not to mention the staff of the Hotel Delph,

Everyone there was wishing this special couple good health.

At night the new star shone up above

And during the day from no where came the dove.

In the town there was a buzz

What was all the fuss.

Something new was happening.

Not like the new style, or the new look

This would be important , this would make a book!

Winging towards them the three magi.com checking their charts and computers nothing must go wrong.

They all agreed they did not trust Herod.com

There was something about him that was not quite right,

The way he had questioned them into the night.

The men on the plane had gifts on their mind.

They had brought some for the child, of the most special kind.

Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold , well it is a change from a babygrow or a coat to keep him safe from the cold.

So now we have magi.com following their star.

And the shepherds on their way from near and far.

We have angels and doves and an child who will be born to a gentle mother mild.

All photos from Pixabay.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice

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Source: Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice

Lighten Up.

Tell me what  am I to do
I am such a Klutz it's true.
Each time I open my mouth
Everything starts flying south.
Discretion is the better part of Valor
My discrete brings on an angry parlor!
Just what am I to do to keep on track
And escape the extra flack.
Tell me what am I to say 
To make the anger clouds go away?
I am such a thorn in your side
That our temperaments just collide?
I can only try to do my best
I'm not always the naughty pest.
Maybe you should lighten up a tad
Then maybe I would not make you so mad!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 30/19. Shades.

It’s Friday again and time for our #SoCs prompt from LindaGHill. She said: ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “shade.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

Shelley krupa

Shade, she craved it longed for it and needed it. The pain in her eyes she hid with sunshades, the pain in her body, like a thousand blades she hid in alcohol. Her life was now a thousand shades of grief. At night she hid behind a book under the lampshade never wanting to share her bitterness she shaded her feelings.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 23/19

Shelly Krupa

It’s Saturday and yesterday LindaGHill gave us our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday or #SoCs if you prefer. Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flyer/ad.” Look at the latest ad you got in the mail (if it’s a store flyer, choose the product right in the middle of the page) or choose the next online ad you find, and theme your post on whatever the product is. Do not name the brand if you hate it, unless you add that it’s an opinion/review of the product in question. You don’t want to chance getting sued.

John Lewis and Waitrose

Why do I love this advert so much
Is it the little redhead that adds the magic touch.
Or is it excitable Edgar that reals me in
With cute flaming nostrils and scaly dragon skin.
It’s not because I worked for them in an earlier life
Waitrose to precise where customers caused me strife.
Or the beautiful perfect Christmas cheer that it portrays
My dreams of all that happiness has long been blown away.
Is it the food and decorations concealed within the story
All the company’s Christmas fair displayed in all its glory.
Is the plaintiff song, sung in a hopeful tone
The guys voice, or the way it’s sung that gets me heart and bone.
Or is the two pregnant pauses
Before he bursts into song again wining my applauses.
I don’t now what it is that makes love it so
But like every year as always their advert is a winner.

This is a Disclaimer, I have nothing to do with John Lewis and Waitrose and partners. I just love the advert.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #SoCs.

Death Writes Life’s Poetry

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The room would appear to be empty and dark

But what is that, a scratching , scratching,  hark!

Slowly your eyes grow accustomed  to the lack of light

There in the corner is an old guy working,  a curious sight .

Who is this, who can it be ? It is Death ( in his civies ) writing  Life’s Poetry.

I almost feel sorry for the Reaper and I feel you should agree.

He is  exhausted by Life’s demands and quirks

He has to go out collecting the dead  but what irks

Is he has Life’s poems to write, so his times not free

Can you hear that shusshing sound, lets see what can that be …..

It’s  billions of egg timers  set out on shelves .

The sands of time running out for you and me.

I almost feel sorry for Reaper and you should agree.

He  is exhausted by life’s demands and quirks

He is always busy now writing poetry and collecting the  dead

And there’s  more’  for he now has an apprentice to teach and keep fed.

Don’ t you feel a pang of sympathy?

He holds the number’s of you and me.

There is never a moment when he can be free, not even time for hot cup of coffee.

Well he is very busy right now as we can see

And I think there is somewhere , anywhere  else that we should be.

I almost feel sorry for Reaper and I feel you should agree.

He exhausted my life’s demands and quirks

He has to go out collecting  the Dead  

He has to write  Life’s poetry.

When It’s Time To Commit #CoverReveal for Marriage Unarranged

So exciting, Ritu Bhathal’s beautiful cover reveal.

Ritu Bhathal

Photo Credit Kimberley Farmer. Banner produced on Canva

It’s been a while, and for that, I apologise, my dear readers.

I haven’t been wallowing in a puddle of misery because I got another rejection.

Nothing like that. Unfortunately it has been my health that has held me back from progessing further.

You see, I made a decision to become an Indie Author, and self publish my baby!

And, in order to self publish, there are a few things that need to be done.

  • Finish editing my book – so close, I am just in the throes of discovering my crutch words… cringe-worthy!
  • Sending it to my editor for that final look over
  • Formatting the text for paperback as well as e-book
  • Writing the blurb
  • Writing acknowledgements, etc. for inside the book
  • Setting a publication date
  • Designing a cover

Wait. What?

I actually have an item on the list that I…

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