Whence Mother nature has mightied let no man put asunder.. her roaring wind and pouring rain aghasts us with her thunder..flashes of lightening streaks the skies with worrying wonder..as I cower below my candlewick to rescue me from her plunder

She has the willpower to both fright and delight.. betwixt her burning desire and between yon oversight..clatters and bangs amidst the darkness of the night.. then placid peacefulness by the early morning light..So whether she weathers a wontoness of wild or calm.. our dear old Mother earth doesn’t intend us harm.. yet there are times when she causes one alarm amonst such sheer spangled sensational charm

Huh our mistress has left us again she must have went to work.. after she tethered us at Grandad’s gate and driven off in beserk.. but what’s that on old Pops face.. he’s smiling with a smirk..Wowee nice one Grandpa as he hands us a doggy ****

Ooh I love those tastey treats that he gives us every day.. he really is most generous as the pair of us do play..until we hear our leads rattle and of course we are on our way.. walkies with old Grandpapa down the dene’ and along the bray

“Darcey is my sister and the two of us are chums.. she is following the farmyard ducks devouring their crumbs..as Mother duck is quacking at her with such harrasing hums and her fourteen doddery ducklings keep close to their mums

Our mistresses Mother doesn’t like us in the house.. tho we wouldn’t bark..we’d be as quiet as a mouse.. but she loves to see us just like her old spouse.. Eeeh it’s a dog’s life though we really shouldn’t grouse...

I am bothered and blustered as I try to go.. from the powerful wildness of the winds that blow.. why I went out walking in this well I will never know..but it’s whisting and wailing worries me so...

I wouldn’t care but when I left my garden gate..I felt a mild breeze and now it must be a galeforce eight.. ‘Heaven’s above’ it’s got me in a right old state..as I am running and rushing in a figure of eight..

Eeh this is one step forwards and two steps back.. in amidst my frustration and this tornado’s attack..It will be a wonder if I don’t land on my back..as it pushes me with such an aggressive punch and pack..

“Windy woos can you please die
down”..I espy the sea in my midst it is an awful brown..God help the fisherman as I stare and I frown..Oh my goodness me I hope they do not drown..

She’s such a silly over, sentimental, rapturous romantic..pulling at her heart strings that are vulnerable and pendanic..falling in and out of love-struck situations in a mad dash rush..every single guy that gives her the eye.. she thinks is lush

But when will she learn its been a long time since she left school..and as she’s picking up the pieces she feels just like a sad old fool..crying in her coffee cup perhaps she needs something stronger..and every time it happens her heartache grieves a little longer..she never listens to her loved ones and her friends are just the same.. all suckers for a ladies man..so gullible what a shame

Her Mother says she will be single until her dying day.. if she lets men walk all over her and leave her in dismay..yet those words just make her all the more determined not to take care..with every roving eyed philanderer that follows her out there..Oh mercy me if only the right man would come along..after cupid shot his arrows and that cupids never wrong.. but time and time again she’s fallen head over heels..as her girlfriends sympathise coz they know exactly how she feels

Yet who know’s what’s around that corner in the circles of her life.. maybe’s someday soon she will meet someone decent and make them a ****** good wife.. well only time will tell but this lady will not change.. as her selfconfidence gets shattered and her spirit rearranged.. the trouble is that she isn’t getting any younger.. and that neediness desire to be married is her hunger..so que sera sera my dear that future is not ours to see..tho if you learned by your mistakes you would stay happy. single and free...

If wonderful words were just an illusion and my thoughts of thinking was total confusion.. well I wouldn’t be able to write my verses from my truthful tales of life’s circus

Penning is my pleasurable introspections..I reminisce my recollections..no matter what I do or say I write it down come what may..it blows dusty cobwebs amidst my brain and hopefully stops me going insane

Woe betide me when my mind grows frail from the timelessness of my age scale.. when my years of yearning has ceased to score.. as my eyes are weakened and can see no more..

God help me when I sit in pain and my thoughts of thinking hurts my brain.. I have minutes of only wax and wane amidst my days of meloncholy mundain

May the good Lord take my soul when my heart stops beating it’s rock and roll.. as my time on earth has met it’s fate and I climb yon steps to the pearly gate

But let my life in verse bring memories..from memoirs of my treasuries..those books of poetry in one’s hall..lined up along the library wall..shall shine sweet smiles upon their faces..from my foregone past and reminisce traces..

Oh My dear old Mother nature what on earth would one do..without your four seasons to look forward to ?
From the first of March until the thirty first of May winter’s wildness is long gone and Spring is our array..
With such sweet splendour and new beginnings.. Wow you are so wonderful sharing your worldly winnings..

Yet on the onset of June you lighten up our days with yon sizzling sunshine sensational displays .. so summer is upon us amidst your second season.. I wonder do you deliberately have different seasons for a reason ? Our earth would surely crumble if it wasn’t for you.. I can’t imagine life without your skies so blue..everybody everywhere enjoys your sun.. holidays in the summertime are so much fun

On the start of September you scatter colour on the earth.. golden leaves fall from the trees with all your worth.. Oh my goodness you are very artistic..your colourful changes are magical and mystic.. then your lands are an abundance of rich, ripe, yields.. with farmhands reaping in rewards in green, grassy fields. Ahh then it is time for our festive fun..on December the 1st  xmas preparations have begun.. as you have changed your seasons from autumn to winter..well aren’t you always on the go just like an athlete sprinter