Nothing Changes

“Diplomacy is never dead.”

That’s  what the man in the black suit said!

Gaza Live: Hamas broke truce, says Israel calling off

ceasefire.

Silence and  tremours after the blast

I hear  nothing now how long will it last.

It is so dark and dusty in here I cannot breath I cannot see

Where are you mum  are  you still near, can you hear me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Quiet, then the sound of voices and moving rubble

Panic in their  voices they cannot reach him, what’s the trouble.

It’s  no good this woman is dead

The child is  too there’s a hole in his head

 

Why do we never learn, why does nothing change.

 

 

JusJoJan: Sisters, dogs, coffee and floods.

It did not stop raining today  and it would of been really  miserable  had it not been for the fact  that I was visiting my sister in law who is not my sister in law  any  more  for she is no longer married  to my husbands  brother! That  not  withstanding  I have been friends  with her girl and woman  for 47yrs. Yes I was thirteen  and she was fifteen, when we first met. Both of us sitting on the 97 bus not sure  whether or not  to talk, Then when we both got off at the same bus stop  and started walking in the same direction  we broke the ice.

We have been solid  since, I like to think we are more like sister even though the in law title is now  debunked. We have been through thick and thin  and weathered some nasty storms!

Talking of storms , today was wet! So  we stayed in the warm and drank coffee, had  parsnip  soup for dinner  and chatted about all sorts.  Our children, grandchildren …( my first grandchild as yet unborn, D already has one ) husbands, houses, my son’s new home, her daughters job, her granddaughters triumphs. Of course  we talked of the dogs the beautiful dogs.

The  dogs  have two beds in the kitchen dining room. They take up a lot of  room! One bed ( a huge  bed large enough  for them  both ) fills an alcove. The  only  trouble is  that  one dog , the younger one  always insists on laying on top of the older  dog. So D  hit on a brilliant  idea, get the husband  to put a  separator down the center of the bed ….. each dog  then could have his own space  and the extra  bed  could  be removed !

success

success

Well they  were not too sure  at first  but no one likes change  do they?

So  after a while they settled down and  after their  duvets and cushions  went in, all was looking cosy!

comfy and cosy

comfy and cosy

So  we thought , we turned  back to our photos  and our  coffee and  time ticked on. The  dogs  were happy, the dogs  were comfortable , the dogs seemed very quiet and settled ! Job  done, well done to D’s hubby the problem of the younger  dog  flattening  the older was  solved!

Well it  was wasn’t it…………………… er? not it was not!

IMG_20140129_152345685Nope, no it was not! It  just goes  to show  you just cannot  help those  who will not  be helped! You  also cannot  teach a cheeky dog  new tricks.

The  time came  for me to go home. It was dark t was wet  and it was actually  flooded! I have not had the pleasure of driving  through flooded roads before ! I did not like it  but I remembered  my husbands words of advice  and I got through  and after what seemed an age I got home safely.

So it was wet cold and windy in the real world today  but I was happy!

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post on your site, and join Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

 

JusJoJan : Little Mae and Polar Bear 07/01/2014

The child’s affections  were taken by the Witch of the East

She was feeding his ego and dark  side, encouraging his beast.

What ever he wanted his tiniest whim

She indulged and pampered making sure  she spoiled him.

 

This was her baby, we know  this is true

But to take spite on Mae was, above  all things,  what she wanted to do.

Already  he was demanding and pouting  if denied

The witch  fed his tempers and cuddled him when he cried .

 

He was no longer asking for his beloved sister Mae

The witch had made  certain all thoughts of his life before were blown way.

All of his days  in her palace  spent having his own way

His  mother by birth she may be, yet it is evil that drives her as she keeps the child in sway.

 

Meanwhile  the Winter Queen has found  water and feed  for the horses

Ewen and his men are still as strong in their support of  Mae, yet so uncertain  of what their course is.

Three weeks now  they have been struggling  through the blinding snow

This is Mae’s homeland  but she is lost , there is not a landmark or a person , this land she does not know.

 

Mae  feels the pain in her heart for her stolen brother ,

Polar Bear suffers the pain of an unrequited lover .

Ewen and his men feel the cold , lost in this wasteland their hope begins to die and wither.

Mae begins to wonder if they will ever reach their goal, why did she accept  the Witch of the East’s summons hither.

 

 

EvDaDaDec: Tree and Wreath

Christmas Tree

Look at me see how I shine see my lights and decorations entwine. I twinkle lustrous in the dark and  to this room I add a spark of Christmas Cheer. Catching everyone’s eyes as they enter here.

In the day I seem to change, my colour takes on a different hue. I am the green of the fresh wooded hills life and joy out of me spills.

Hidden in my branches are lights like jewels and tiny presents , crackers, toys Oh! yes excitement rules. In the sun light my lights are not so bright they glow far more brightly in the night.

Little children’s eyes always light up when they see me. To their Christmas fun I hold the key. When they come down on Christmas morn they see their presents my branches adorn!

Christmas Wreath

See me here outside your door I am here to let all know what is in store. Pretty balls on either side a few stars and bows and a parcel too. I love my colours red, gold, green and blue to me they are the most beautiful I have ever seen!

Every day as it draws nearer the excitement in the children’s eyes grows clearer. The birth of Christ is what we celebrate take heart it is near now soon we can rejoice our faith.

So dear friends be of good cheer. Our saviour’s birthday is very near. So gather your fruits of tree and earth  and raise your glasses to salute the saviour’s birth.

 

Sorry this  is an old one  but I have  no time at  all today!!

Glastonbury Virgins

Music floating in the air

Music, people smells and sounds everywhere .

A horrendous queue for the loo

A plethora of things to see and  do.

 

 

A smiley girl  hardly anything on dances in her wellies

She and her mates are having fun they have all got new piercings on their bellies!

A little toddler run’s a rye  his dad is watching closely from near by.

His mum is having a henna tattoo, it’s really is just the thing to do,something I would love to try.

 

The lads all  had a little too much to drink last night

The length of the loo queue does nothing for their plight

But a bacon and egg burger will soon have them right.

They’ve spotted the Artic Monkey’s they’re off and running ………. their hangovers have taken flight

 

The sun is up the sky is blue there is so much to see and do

The first time is always the best everything is bright and new.

Plip  plop is that rain, wellies on  any one got a brolly

Na…. Oh well what the hell it’s Glastonbury!!

The Nightmare

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now, you will not fly.

 

Take my hand darling step back here to me.

Give me your trust and I shall help you to see

Things are never as black as the seem

nor are they ever quite as straight forward as they seem.

 

I have always cared for you, your needs I have always put first.

I have always loved you, always watched over you, often suffering pain as my heart burst.

Step back from the edge darling please give me your hand.

I know this is a dream my darling built only on sand.

 

I need to save you from your own dark self so listen to me now and move away from the shelf.

Give  me your hand darling I alone can set you free.

I am your mother so listen to me.

 

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now you will not fly.

Friends

When we were young we were strong no one could hurt us as long, as we were together supporting each other for ever.

With the sun in the sky we ran for hours, our spirits high. Caring and sharing our days learning and growing in so many ways.

Going to school holding hands learning the rules, happily playing all day finding out many truths on the way.

Growing up together leaning on each other taught us more than all the lessons or all the books. It has made us strong taught us right from wrong , shown us when to laugh and when to cry . Now we are grown we may be miles apart but together with love our hearts are sown.

The Memory Tree

The Memory Tree

The Memory Tree

Tell me, tell me what you see? A Christmas Tree? No, no this is a memory tree. Such a spell it weaves for me I see my children’s lives opening a rewind, that is what I see. Tiny toys and decorations made with love a Santa stuffed with wool and a star made from an old glove.

A drummer boy an angel too all kinds of pretties made from coloured paper, sparkles and glue. Some were made at Nursery or school and some at home, what fun we had it was all so cool. There is an angel on the highest branch she looks like she is smiling at a glance.

Tiny little bags for sweets, tinkly bells and balls, all kinds of treats. Lighting up the living room sweeping joy before it like a broom. Tiny lights and brassy beads everything a memory tree needs.All the decorations made by the children with love. Looking back with help from up above.

The years pass by, I see them grow but the love from the tree still seems to flow.The boys all grown and moved away  but they all remember the things they made. When they visit on Christmas day. There is so much love and fun invested in the decorations for the tree we could never throw any of them away , you see. They mean too much to the family and me!

The Drummer Boy

The Drummer Boy

Here is the drummer boy, he is really older, he is mine from an even earlier time. He holds memories that bring me joy my bright and smart drummer boy.

There is nothing like a Christmas tree to make us smile and awake old memories. Christmas decorations bring such joy to old or young be you girl or boy. So decorate your Memory Tree with love and joy and fun and when you need a lift, gaze at your tree and happy memories will come.

 

 

 

Tree and Wreath Rejoice

Christmas Tree

Christmas Tree

Look at me see how I shine see my lights and decorations entwine. I twinkle lustrous in the dark to this room I add a spark of Christmas Cheer I catch everyone’s eyes as they enter here.

In the day I seem to change, my colour takes on a different hue. I am the green of the fresh wooded hills life and joy out of me spills.

Hidden in my branches are lights like jewels and tiny presents , crackers, toys Oh! yes excitement rules. In the sun light my lights are not so bright they glow far more brightly in the night.

Little children’s eyes always light up when they see me. To their Christmas fun I hold the key. When they come down on Christmas morn they see their presents my branches adorn!

Christmas wreath

Christmas wreath

See me here outside your door I am here to let all know what is in store. Pretty balls on either side a few stars and bows and a parcel too. I love my colours red, gold, green and blue to me they are the most beautiful I have ever seen!

Every day as it draws nearer the excitement in the children’s eyes grows clearer. The birth of Christ is what we celebrate take heart it is near now soon we can rejoice our faith.

So dear friends be of good cheer our saviours birthday is very near. So gather your fruits of tree and earth  and raise your glasses to salute the saviour’s birth.

 

 

Poetry Challenge #7 03/06/2012

photo credit google

“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The words were written by  Dolores O’Riordan  when asked about the song she said : “I love children and I received a letter from Brian Eno who asked me to design something for a War Child fashion show that didn’t happen, but I was moved by Bosnia and that morning in my hotel room I wrote the song in about 10 minutes – children suffer most of all whether it’s Bosnia or the Bogside. It’s sick. They’re so vulnerable.” (in article written by Jayne Margetts, 1996

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Dolores Mary Eileen O’Riordan (/ˈrɪərdən/) (born 6 September 1971) is an Irish singer, guitarist and songwriter. She led the rock band The Cranberries to worldwide success and fame for 13 years before the band took a hiatus in 2003, but have since reunited in 2012.[1] Her first solo album Are You Listening? was released in May 2007 and was followed up by No Baggage in 2009. O’Riordan is notable for her unmistakable lilting voice and strong Irish accent.[2]

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Children have always been the silent casualties of war. They become the annihilation of the future. In every war from the beinning of time from the first cave man to throw a stone in anger through all wars up to ww1,ww2 and every war since. Whether they be child soldiers, refugees, orphans. Scarred mentally or physically or both we should weep, we should hang our heads in shame for what we do to the war child.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

photo credits http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/15/1555/GFHDD00Z/posters/rowan-carol-vibrant-poppies.jpg

Previous Older Entries Next Newer Entries

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

"LIFE" ( You like it, I love it! )

"LOVE"-Keeping it real, and keeping it simple!

Open Your Eyes Too!

Come along on an adventure with us!

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

As Always, More to Come

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

Colline's Blog

a potpourri of thoughts and experiences

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

lynz real cooking

lynz real life

Darswords

Musings about Havenverse

From Cave Walls

The Journey Home

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter

jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/

Stories that make you think

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

Real Life - Hard Facts !

All in a Day's Breath

Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality

Kevin Parish

Poetry, lyrics and other words...

Claire Ladds

Crime and dark fiction author

adamdixonfiction

Short stories from a fiction addict

Write to Inspire

Lance Greenfield - Night Writer

Thoughts by Mello-Elo

Books, Poems, Stories...and a cup of coffee, or two!

Tent Stories

The untold tales of paths trodden, fears conquered and battles won.

Jemima Pett

Writing and reviews with an environmental, science fiction, and fantasy touch

My Colourful Life

Because Life is Colourful

Marian Wood

Aspiring Author and Poet

Ritu Bhathal

Author, Poet, Storyteller

besonian

musings on life, love, people, why we're here and where we're going

Author Steve Boseley - Half a Loaf of Fiction

Horror and Dark Fiction, and assorted other topics

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

A Unique Title For Me

Hoping to make the world more beautiful

Looking For The Light

Keep Moving Forward

M J Mallon YA Author and Poet

Kyrosmagica Publishing - The Magical Home of Books, Writing, Photography and Inspiration

Jane Dougherty Writes

About fantastical places and other stuff

chuffincat

By popular demand.

Art by Rob Goldstein

There is no common truth, but there are facts.

Thru Violet's Lentz

My view, tho' somewhat askew...

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness