Be it discipline or desire but one’s determination can conquer any given goal with joyful jubilation, the hardihood of the human mind is unique in every way..willpower and moral fiber will triumph come what may

Self confidence is an accomplishment that alas is very rare, there are oh too many doubting Thomas’s in the crazy world out there.. if only one could believe in oneself then fullfilment would follow through for the victorious shelf..yet our mistrusts and misgivings are never that far away with a reluctancy of refusal to help us in dismay

Positivity with a zest and a zeal overthrows everything in the way one can feel..crushing negativity, those inner voices in our head.. and letting us look forward to a brighter future instead..only ourselves can achieve this mindset..to end one’s destiny without remorse or regret

Her long straight hair covered her slender back..it glistened in the morning sun like shiney shellac..bleached blonde from the splendid seaside air as she galloped like a ghost’s silhouette on her mare

Her horse was an inky black as the ace of spades as he trotted through the marshes amidst the everglades.. then across the grassy dunes kicking up the sand.. when she slightly kicked in her heels he cantered on the land..She inhaled the salty seaside air soaking up the ambience from the beauty everywhere..This was the spot that she loved the most down by the ebb and flow of the sandy coast

And saddled on ‘Spirit Dancer’ was what she enjoyed doing best as she sped through the surfy sea she put him through his test..but he raced like a rocket in the early sunlight..never stopping for a second in her determined delight..Two very different species in love with each other as they shared that special bond like a daughter to her Mother

Freddy the farmers pet was a fat ginger cat.. he was a well off feline and a lucky one at that..catching all the rodents in his masters house.. nothing could scare him let alone a mouse..but there was a rascal of a water rat lived in the farmer’s shed with a square bale of hay for it’s cozy bed..well it was up to mischief there was no doubting that and it was gonna get the better of  Freddy the cat

Well weeks went by and things were  grand and Freddy lived a life on luxury on the farmland.. but one sunny day in early May..Freddy’s nine lives ended in dismay..he had used up life number eight jumping off the farmyard gate.. Well of course that rodent of a rat had planned Freddy’s doom and locked him in a derelict room.. So Freddy went missing for months on end and drove his master around the bend.. hunting high and looking low..”Freddy has gone..why did he go!!” Nobody found that farmer’s cat and that culprit of a rat decided to ****

Please be alert and very aware that Covid-19 is still out there!! Though it is hidden and we can not see it is spreading closer unfortunately..

Think of it each and every day and keep it well out of your way.. Just wash your hands and sanitize make this your priority normalize

It’s creeping closer and as catchy as hell so wash your hands and wash them well.. wear a coverup on your face when you are in a public place.. life is not the same as before with this infection outside our door.. disease may plague us for some time yet but we will conquer it I bet..

A secret is a story waiting to be told ready for a listener’s ear to unlock and unfold..that story with a secret will be a best seller’s book after the reader has taken a look

One little such and such, sneaky hush-hush can open up a can of worms running in a rush..spilling out and spreading from ear to ear betwixt chinese whispers to anyone thats near..then that hugger-mugger that was secretly sealed will be out in the open publically revealed

Why does the conscious mind delve amidst a dream ? where anything is possible from not what it does seem.. fantasizing fabrication, conjuring concoctions..
mixed up meditations with Oh so many options

Our over-sleeping, rapid eye-movement of forty winks whilst we are lost within our imagination of flickering blinks..A rainbow of reveries so colourfully bright.. as we lie snuggled up in our beds comfortable at night..that fine line between a nightmare and pleasure.. all aghast betwixt our reveries or chimeras to treasure

My depth is deep I hope you can swim.. I am totally tidal I turn on a whim.. I rock and roll and  I can get grim..sea sportsmen surf upon my skim.. I may look blue but I am not sad.. wild weather will worry me and make me so mad..so it is not my fault if I am bad.. people play in me I make them glad

I am a liquid so I am very wet.. boats sail on me amidst the scenic sunset.. carrying fishermen who catch fish in a net..but I can get rough lest they never forget..I will taste salty I will make your mouth dry.. though I shall saturate you I tell you no lie..I ebb and I flow from the moon in the sky..as it shines moonbeams upon me from way up high.. I splash from the raindrops as Mother nature will cry.. I am oceans and seas and I bid you goodbye

Tattered and torn like tumbleweed I take what I want from the land with greed..my strength is strong as I surge and flow..for I am the seminole winds that blow..Stealing and pilfering everything in sight..amidst my boisterous battle of blight..destruction and doom is my delight, blow seminole blow

I can cause chaos betwixt my cringe..with whining, wailing, weary, whinge, beggar’s belief will be my binge.. blow seminole blow.. Seas shall swell and hills will howl from my gasping, grunting growl, swooping thru the night like a nocturnal Owl..come seminole and go..subtly silenced or fierce with force without regrets nor no remorse..I shall spill ocean’s watercourse.. blow seminole blow

Little white heads scattered everywhere amidst field fairy rings here and there.. I trample my tread with love and care..this special moment is very rare

Mushrooms white amongst the green..clearly conspicuous so can be seen..my Dad used to call them ‘Fairy farts’ amidst the turf and cattle clarts..there is nothing like the taste of these.. the absolutely bees knees..

My breakfast in the morning.. and my lunch and tea as well.. mushrooms picked free range are better than the ones they sell.. they have that unique freshness straight from Mother earth.. she springs them annually with her Autumn’s birth

Weaving in and out of radiant rainbows that’s where fluttering fairies and the unicorn goes.. blowing in breezes midst wintertime freezes.. betwixt blossoms of blooms that gives them all sneezes

Backwards and forwards.. fancy friends intertwining whilst the whistling wind is wailing and whining..ducking and diving in rivers and streams.. as this fabulous folklore lives on in our dreams..yet they are really there if we truly believe..and a nonbeliever doubts one’s decieve

Glittering glances of sparkling sprites dancing and prancing like angel’s delights..flimsy winged fairies and one-horned unicorns..pointy-eared elves on the crack of the dawns..Oh what a wonderful, colourful show..riding on unicorns on yon beautiful rainbow

So we come into this wonderful wide world wearing no clothes at all.. and we leave them behind us on our heavenly call ?..so really and I have just been told this by a friend.. philosphically speaking.. we are nothing but a walking wardrobe in the end!!

So if we think of our bodies as only material and design that are just coverups all around our waistline.. then when we have to go to that castle in the sky.. we leave our attire on earth and our soul rises high.. I love my poetic pals credence of belief.. she is a logic deep thinker with abit of mischief.. she said to me “ I believe that we do move on Jill and our bodies are only clothes” well I hope you are spot on but then again.. “Who know’s”

My tummy rumbled well
It was more like it grumbled.. it must have been hungry and wanted some food.. so I fed it chicken that was finger lickin’ and it sent a loud belch that was ever so rude..

Well I drank down a drink it was peppermint I think.. I’d heard that was wise when your stomache was wrong.. but then my *** farted when me and my spouse parted..that tummy of mine let out a strong pong

My guts and me have a right job you see.. coz it doesn’t appreciate the food that I eat.. Diverticulitis is just like colitis.. a Doctor told me that was what I had got.. and sometimes I am fine and other times I am not.. when I spend all night and day just sat on the ***

I wander lonely as a cloud feeling fantastic and Oh so proud..black faced ewes are all around midst whistling wind with sunny shroud..

These green hills are my homelands near ancient castles and golden sands..What more could a person ask ? my scenic stroll is ne’er a task..listening to the Skylarks hovering overhead nurturing their little ones tucked up in their bed

Beautiful butterflies lead my way looking for some meadow flowers to
land and play..This must be heaven sent for sure.. God’s own kingdom so rich and pure..as I rest for a while to take in my view..fresh green fields with skies of blue

I died and went to heaven and came back with a jolt.. in but the blink of an eye..just like a lightening bolt.. I know for a fact that I went there..coz all of my loved ones were everywhere. but they all had a look of shock on their faces.. it was as though I had stumbled on a private party of places.. When they saw me well they all tried to hide..but there was one white angel hovered by my side

She said to me “Your existence on earth is not yet done” then she kissed my forehead and I was gone..So I have just woke up in a hospital bed..in a bit of pain with a very sore head.. I haven’t got a clue how I got here.. my mind is just a blur and very unclear.. but I must have had an accident.. it’s like I have been in a war.. my neck hurts like hell and my shoulder is sore..

I know one thing and I am absolutely right..from out in the darkness I saw the light that night..my experience has made me understand..that one can only die on the Lord’s command..I can tell you I felt calm as a cucumber up there..with sense of serenity and not a single care..Somewhere somebody has a date written in the stars.. where angels hang around having seminars.. and on that particular time one will call out your name.. then your life will be over like a burnt out flame

There’s cackling and crackling as my kindling is alight..I smell burning creosote and the flames are bright..I love the ambience and I feel alright.. stoking up my hearth on a chilly Autumn night

There is nothing as nice as an open roaring fire as the yellow flames, tinged with blue rise up higher.. puffing grey smoke out through my chimney ***.. Oh I love my wood burner it hits the spot..I see all kinds of things within my mighty inferno..but then again my imagination’s very wacky you know

Cowboys chasing Indians riding on the hoofs.. as the blaze flares and flashes whilst the combustion poofs.. witches and warlocks wave wooden wands conjuring magic potions as frogs jump in ponds..There are faces from places that I knew in the past with happiness and sadness amidst elation and aghast

Sticky licky toffee is becoming a mischief, clustered in claggy clumps inbetween me teef.. dam thing is as yummy as hell.. tis as sweet as can be.. but Oh my God how my teef are hurtin’ me...🤣🦷

Slimy tracks of gooey trails from dilly-dallyer sluggish snails
Dawdling along in a laggard fashion..they take absolutely ages moving so they deserve our compassion

Such slowpoke procrastinators, hiding in their shell..how they ever get from A to B.. yet they do it very well..leaving lines of soggy slime everywhere they crawl..one can find them on patio paths and sticking on a wall.. Hail the glorious garden snail..we all salute your sight.. resting throughout the daytime and feeding thru the night

I am that tiny thread of grass, green, fresh and grand.. betwixt yon valleys..and highest hills.. I bring forth beauty across the land

Though you tread my spacious earth never giving me a second thought.. I am constantly at your beg and call to withstand weather’s juggernaut..for I am mighteous Mother nature spreading splendorous seeds of gold.. I paint the colours on the rainbows..my rottened fresh aghast with mould

Meander amidst my moorland meadows..swim my seven seas of brine..sail upon my salty oceans with that arced horizon line..bask below my scorching sun..gaze up at that bright moonlight..I am your four fantastic seasons..and the daytime with the night

My midnight sky of blinking stars twinkle on my canopy.. whilst I sweep away my shrouds of clouds hidden away clandestinely.. my teardrops teem as falling rain to saturate my soil.. an existence of an evermore creativeness uncoil

One single special seed amidst an acorn.. that small shaped shrivelled thing..shall grow into a towering oak tree..full of foliage in the spring..

Ah that lovely lonesome oak tree standing steadfast amongst the earth..garnished with it’s glorious greenery.. a canopy to shroud such special worth..there is none quite like yon blooming oak..a sheltering from the pelting rain..pickup yon seed of the oak..don’t let it lie in vain..

Plant the little oaknut and water it so well..and watch a tiny sprig of life rise from it’s shell..tend and nurture it and give it space to spread..scatter springtime bulbs all around the acorn bed.. betwixt the timelessness of time your oak tree will grow..with those sensational seasonal daffofils that you planted down below

Show me the light at the end of that tunnel.. one glimmer of hope to guide my way.. lead me on towards that lighthouse..away from darkness and dismay..

Lift this weight from off my shoulders..let the sunshine soothe my soul..part the raging waves before me..so that I may take a stroll..point me in the right direction..leaving doom and gloom behind..where the world has found salvation and humanity is kind

Yon flickered flame from that candle glowing amidst the eventide..shall give me hope to warm my wellness and find my strength to forage wide..I will win over woeful worries.. I can conquer all my cares..  my mind shall find positivity before I climb those pearly stairs

Was that you yelling from the top of that hill ?
Well it sounded like your voice shouting “JILL!!” Mind you I only heard it once then it started to thunder.. now then that got me thinking “Are you okay I wonder ?”

So I am sending you this message upon my phone coz heaven only know’s if you are all alone ? I will hang around here at the foot of the valley looking up through a ravine in a narrow alley.. Hopefully you will answer me when you get my text..to put me out of my misery or I will call 999 next

About an hour later I decide to get help coz I thought I heard in the distance a faraway yelp..so the emergency services answer my call and come to your aid thinking you have had a fall.. then all of a sudden and from out of the blue someone taps me on the shoulder and Oh my God it is you..

Of course there’s a helicopter overhead.. coz that would be quicker than men climbing instead.. so what can I do but to give them a wave and when they land on the ground.. I say you’ve had a close shave..”Thank you so very much” but I have found my friend.. she is a little shaken up but is on the mend..🤣

This time on September the 1st last year.. Oh yes I can remember this so vivid and clear..Well I was doing exactly what I am doing now but I managed to take a little unwanted trip somehow

As I reminisce roamin’ thru the gloamin’ amidst the purple heather..me and my sweet singing friends.. those birds of a feather..of course I wasn’t watching where I was going whilst the Black-faced ewes were a’toing and a’froing..Now there must have been rock.. it was a great big boulder and I bumped into it and almost dislocated my shoulder

So I lay seeing stars and i thought I was dying witn my pride in pieces as my agony was crying..How can I forget that wonderful walkway when I am following my treads this beautiful day ? Mind you I won’t let that happen again.. it took me a month or so to get rid of the pain..

I curse this crazy Coronavirus that has changed everything.. tho Mother nature is the same with the bird on the wing..  but she is the only thing that has stayed the same.. man is always meddling.. he’s never happy what a shame!!

Well whether this was a deliberate act or an awful accident ..mind you personally speaking I think it was hell bent.. this whole dam carry on is a colassal joke.. spreading like wildfire and killing off folk ..threatening the entire human race.. who ever is responsible is an
absolute disgrace..Hopefully one day soon we will all look back and say.. “Eeeh thank the Lord Covid-19 went away!!”

Those first pair of pretty eyes that we ever see belongs to our Mother as she cradles us so tenderly.. with such a strong undeniable love and we gel with one another like a hand in a glove

Our dear doting Mother is the one whom we can rely from the moment we are born until the day that we die.. she shall be there for us through thick and thin.. til’ the end of eternity and in our living within..nurturing our every single need and fretting as we go out into yon big wide world’s wonderful show

Look after your Mother.. always treat her with respect.. tell her how much she means to you..don’t let love lack in retrospect.. This little lady deserves your worth.. you owe her your life from that day of your birth.. Alas there may sadly come a day when your one faithful friend will pass away.. Please believe me this can happen to everyone.. I broke my heart the day my Mum was gone..

Goodbye August with your summer season.. you have left us sprinkles of showery rain showers no doubt for a reason.. to prepare us for the Autumn and the shorter, darker days..as Mother nature weaves her wonderment with her incredible changing displays

Woodlands everywhere will be blowing in the breeze.. shedding Autumn’s withered, golden leaves from deciduous trees.. carpets of fallen foliage russet and red will be trodden and trampled on as walker’s tread.. And we will wrap up warm and add extra layers of wool as Autumn brings chilly air with weather that is cool

So farewell August as we welcome September.. Ah yes this season will show us recollections we can all remember..our ninth month in the calender year.. full of fantastic Autumn falls with colourful cheer..and of course August whilst it is sad to see you go.. we will look forward to greeting you again next Summertime..of this much we know..

The day after the night before should be fresh in one’s mind..those latest logged memories are easy to find..just stacked on the very uppermost on your noggin shelf..how could you possibly forget what happened yesterday when you were there yourself..?

Yet as one gets older those tracks and traces amidst the brain begin to malfunction time and time again.. so even those little things that you did only yesterday have fallen down from your memory stockpile and somehow got swept away.. Though usually they are retrievable after some necessary concentration..you have delved into that moment of memory lapsed memorable mentation

“Wait a minute.. it is coming back to me” you hear yourself say as people are stood staring at you in your muddled up disarray.. “Ah yes of course I can remember now” and it all comes flooding back.. all of a sudden you see it all from  flashback attack..”Mam how on earth can you not recall what we did from hours ago.. ****** Moses you need to see a Doctor you could have dementia you know”

One hundred buckets of soaked sand he dug up from the beach.. and by the time he’d finished the top it was much too tall to reach..Toby’s sandcastle stood majestic and Oh was so very grand..as people stood around watching him building it by hand

Toby modelled his citadel from the castle on the shore and on it’s final completion his little fingers were getting sore.. with his pitting and patting gelling all the sides together.. his taller brother stuck a flag on the very top of it..he used a feather.. “Wow what a creation”!! passerby’s  stood in awe.. it was worth all his hassle.. Toby’s sandcastle on the shore

Elsie is exasperated with her worriment and woeing.. the poor soul does not know which way she is coming or going..Alas she can’t control her restlessness this is the way Elsie Morgan is.. her mind is always ******* in knots from her forever in a tizz

So you will see this poor fragile old woman standing by her windowsill stood staring from inside her livingroom looking so ill..waiting for her family whenever they will call..Elsie is constantly thinking one of them will have an accident or a disasterous fall..All the while she picks her fingers and has each single one red raw.. if only she could stop this nervousness coz her fingers are sore

Oh poor old Elsie Morgan has always lived on her wits..forever imagining the worst in life she has worn her mind to bits.. So much so that she has suffered a second stroke.. but this was inevitable with her fretting over folk..Each and every minute and second of the day you can see her frightened face staring out in dismay..with such a look of anxiety..ashen and grey

Last night I dreamed the craziest dream that there could ever be
..I rode upon an Octopus
and you were there with me

It’s tenticles took care of us..
It wouldnt let us fall
..As it ducked n dived and surfed the waves we played with a beach ball

We watched a mermaid  ride on a shark ..her hair was silvery blue..
She said hello and blew a kiss..
I was so surprised at you

You told her she would marry you..
you give her a golden ring..
I thought that you had went off your head..you were silly little thing

Oh my Oh my how we did fly upon an albatross tail..we leapt off with a parachute and landed on a whale

Well Mr Whale he opened his mouth and I thought we were gonna die..
but I heard you say “Its time to go”..
as I opened up my eye :)

Misty the cat curls upon the furry mat listening to pitter patter on the windowpane..but this lazy lump doesn’t like getting wet so she tucks her tail in and snuggles up again

But Misty the cat needs a widdle and she cannot hold it in anymore..so she gets up reluctantly yet has left it too late and dribbles all over the flloor.. Well when her mistress arouses from her catnap she notices the puddle by her chair..and strangely enough no Misty can be found though that smell of cat’s wee is in the air..

“MISTY” her mistress yells and bawls.. as she turns an awful shade of red.. huh Misty hears her bad tempered tone as she is crouched down under the bed.. Of course the little lady cleans up the mess and makes herself a nice cup of tea.. while Misty the cat falls fast asleep under her mistresses bed happily..

Everyone enjoys a good old sob story just as everybody loves a wild romance.. yet we all yearn for that final happy ending and not dare to leave it’s destiny to chance..nobody knows the finale until they have read the entire book..yet if a reader finds the story boring they may never even care to take a look

Alas not everything in this life is plain sailing.. so those happy endings may not always be the case.. but a novelist can pick and choose how the story ends and whatever happens on her writing space..so with a touch of cheerfulness and a dash of fear..she wanders in and out of her reader’s mind..and her narration may not always be crystal clear though her trails of thought are forever there to find

If we could step inside our shadow
Hide until the morning light
We could run away from reality
Making everything alright

Darkness need not fear us
Our anxieties would disappear
We would be hidden from any danger
Our silhoutte would be unclear

A humongous opaque human
Stood fearless against a wall
The stalker would be the scaredy cat
We could make ourselves so tall

Night-time wouldn’t worry us again
Our imagination could have a rest
No longer panicking in pain
A safe haven in our inner-self vest

The uncertainties of the not knowing
Is there someone following me?
If only I had a protective screen
I’d be a night owl walking free

But I do not feel safe when it is dark
Panic attacks haunt my mind
Even an innocent walking dog bark
Is a monsterous pursuer I find

Somethings stuffin’ it’s self in my garden shed and it’s makin’ an awful mess as it is being fed..one would think an elephant was in my hut..and a drunk one at that staggering half cut!!

I bet it is a mouse with it’s family and  a spouse unravelling everything whilst searching out louse..but the tiny blighter must be as bold as brass coz he’s pooped everywhere from him filthy *** 🙂 ****** Moses what a state he has made of my nice clean shelves.. can the little ******’s not cleanup after themselves..

But I won’t set a trap so he should think himself lucky..I wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t as mucky..one would think he had been wearing mahoosive muddy wellies.. there is dirt on all my garden chairs.. filthy and smelly..so if he is living in my crib then he had better beware.. I have deadly mousetraps hanging over there ;)

Mine eyes have seen the beauty in the bright blue sky and marvelled at our feathered friends as they flew by..an awesome daily dazzling sight seeing such brilliant birds on the wing in flight

I have listened to the wind whistling it’s tune as I stood star gazing by the light of the moon..collections of clandestine constellations giving me  fantastic fascinations..millions of magnificent sparking lights shining like little diamonds.. twinkling brights..Wow isn’t our Mother nature so unique as she meddles amidst the magical and mystique..

I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat” there it was again tapping in a rhythm driving me insane..

Well I stood below with it’s canopy in the sky and there I espied with my eager eye.. the busiest bird I had ever seen with his streaks of red amidst the leaves so green..Mr. Woody Woodpecker with his sharpened bill.. burrowing the bough with all his will..

So he touched his tip like a beat of a drum..and sap trickled down the trunk like bubblegum..he was pecking for a mate the amorous little thing.. one early morning in mild mid Spring..I thanked this Great spotted woodpecker for his wonderful sight.. then he turned his head and he took off in flight..

He flew like the wind betwixt the thoughts in his mind but his chimeras were illusions and his sight was blind

His head was hollowed full of castles in the air and yon pie in the sky was his favourite chair..alas he lived in a falsehood of fantasy where he could actually be what he wanted to be..

So when he truly believed he had the power to fly and where he jumped off the bridge..his body does lie...

I am listening to the rhythm of the pouring rain..as I lie in my  bed not sleeping again..but there is something soothing about the sound outside..as Mother nature opens the floodgates from far and wide..pelting down on my window pane..splatting on our rooftoop and filling the drain

I like the rain when I am lying in my bed..it masks the tinnitus in my head.. and I know that I will stay safe and dry.. as the heavens open up to let the clouds cry..so though it is heavy it doesn’t hurt me at all.. coz I am tucked up cozily behind my wall

The torrential teem gets louder than before..I can hear it stotting off the floor..I imagine the rivers running to the sea..flooding the embankments wandering free.. I bet by morning light it will be dry again.. after the elements wax and wain

Oh how her heart ached the day her daughter died.. She locked herself away from her husband and she cried and she cried..her lovely little shadow was gone from her side..fate had shut the door on happiness and left her soul horrified

Gone was the humerous laughter in the house..only the clock ticked in the hallway.. it was as quiet as a mouse.. but nobody could replace her littleone not alone her spouse..so she poured herself another drink and was a drunken *****..Well weeks went by though she thought was only days.. timelessness stood still in her darkness of dismays..and she slept as she drank when she woke up in a haze..so sunday became monday amidst a blur of yesterdays

Yet her heartbroken husband was hurting as well.. he had lost his little Lucy locket and it hit him like a bell.. piercing his personality and making him unwell.. Oh how could life be so cruel.. now his was in a living hell.. mind you he did his very best to help his unhappy wife..through the sadness at the funeral the couple shared strife.. but it wasn’t anyone’s doing that the poor lass lost her life.. a cancerous tumour had spread inwardly rife...😓

We spend our living seconds just ducking and a’diving.. and some of us do so well from our initiative of striving..one can rise to stardom
whilst earnestly contriving.. but all in all one’s main objective is our subsisting and surviving

Weaving in and out, back and forth, to and fro..one picks up pointers and learns as they go..from birth through to adulthood we digest all there is to know..and still one gains advice as they grow older and so-so
Now we all have those days when the world falls at our feet..everything runs as smooth as clockwork by just being sat in your seat..but keeping this pretence positive is never a mean feat..when negativity knocks us for six it leaves us an exhausted dead-beat!!

Even though we may fall flat..we get up again..even more determined to conquer our campaign..and the second time around we fly on the fast lane..coz we have learned from our mistakes and now have that better brain..well woe betide anyone who gets in our way..that nosey-parker who comes along and wants their say.. this is your personal project at the end of the day..and when you have won over victoriously you can thank the Lord and pray🙏

Eeh what wishy washy weather we are having just now..it is hellish altogether holy cow!!
Isn’t it typical on the end of our summer..the elements are awful..Ahh man what a ******!!

Haway Mrs. Sunshine sizzle once again and send down those rays to dry up all this rain..Everyone is fedup and feeling abit blue..but we would all get a pick-me-up if we could see you..Please Mother nature listen to my plea..sunny weather brightens everything wouldn’t you agree ?

She washes her wings with splishes and splashes as she flutters her beautiful feathery eyelashes and all the while she captivates the Elves who are totally besotted sitting on shelves

But out of them all there is one that she loves as he picks off pink petals from a patch of foxgloves.. his hair is as light as a rich, ripened corn that shines amidst a harvest on the dew, dusted dawn.. So she wriggles and giggles as her tiny cheeks blush as she shares a birdbath with a  speckled song thrush..

Oh how she woos the rest of the elves..they are drooling and dribbling all over themselves.. she is by far the prettiest of them all.. Fairy Fantasia the belle of the ball.. yet she yearns for only the heart of he.. who dotes on another more darker than she.. Perhaps one day soon betwixt happenstance their two hearts will unite with a folklore romance...

I asked my better half “Would you marry me today?” and he answered in a sarcastic tone “Yes my dearest right away” but I could tell by that sly look in his eyes.. that this was just a lie.. I caught him off guard with no time to think.. this would be the reason why!!

Huh forty two long years is a long time to be wed.. listening to one another’s snoring when you are lying sleepless in your bed..then there’s the belching and the passing wind when you are snuggled under the covers..when one is married these things happen fast from when you were just young lovers.. I was nineteen and he was only twenty one.. just a couple of ‘Wet behind the ears’ when all was said and done..

Well I often wonder would couples do it all again.. there are those that divorce but still alot who remain..marriage isn’t easy it has it’s highs with it’s lows.. then when the kids come along well one has the bickering blows..so I reckon the pair of us both deserve a special treat.. forty two years of wedded bliss is no mean feat🤣

I am on my way to happiness..they say it’s over there..with nothing to worry about and no infection anywhere.. normality will welcome me without a problem or care.. Ooh I can’t wait to inhale that lovely, clean fresh air

There are plenty of  places for passengers if you would like to come with me..I can take you back in time where the world was wonderful and carefree..you certainly won’t need a facemask, noone needs those you see.. everybody just lives their lives as happy as can be

I am so looking forward to browsing all the shops.. I have got cash with me I fancy some new tops..This round trip calls at lots of retail stores on it’s many stops.. and the coach is absolutely free with beautiful backdrops..so if you want to come along it’s the red bus on the street.. dress to impress but wear comfortable shoes on your feet.. the sun will be shining so you will feel the heat..it takes us to at a pretty park to meet and greet..

A beautiful majestic barn owl
Silently glides from barn to tree
I stare at this ghostly figure
As its eyes are fixed on me

I dare not move whilst standing still
As I’m willing it not to fly
It turns its neck & raises its wings
Then yells out a shrill cry

Oh pretty Mr Barn owl you need not be scared of me
Just to meet you on my nightly stroll
Means the world to me

I’ll not tell anyone I saw you
I will not tell a soul
This wise old owl must read my
Mind
As it swoops down to grab a vole

Wow, I cant believe what I’ve just seen
How lucky I must be
To witness this before my eyes
It fills my heart with glee

I swear before he flew away
He looked me in the face
I heard him say ‘Good evening’
Then he lifted off with grace

Tittle tattle.. squibble squabble running  in a circle.. I’ve tried to sort it out but my face is now purple.. For pity’s sake please stop bickering coz life is too short..falling out over children should be the last resort!!!

He heard this.. she said that.. but does it even matter.. I can’t be bothered with all this negative chitter chatter.. history has happened and we cannot change that.. but it would be the best idea to brush it under a mat.. Nowadays there’s more than enough of trial and tribulations and it will stay this way until we get some vaccinations

Why can’t we all be friendly and forget about the past.. don’t you agree this unpleasantness is absolutely aghast.. shake hands if you have to but for Pete’s sake make up.. offer each other a drink from the loving cup..kids will be kids this is just what they do but you are making them miserable with your hullaballoo

When you think you’ve got the whole world on your shoulders falling down ontop of you with heavy boulders.. try not to despair.. there is always hope out there.. but talk to someone about your trouble before it moulders..

There will always be that caring listening ear who will talk you through your grievances and fear..never bottle up inside what you can easily confide..because worries will only worsen if left to hide..don’t hesitate to get help in your hour of need..choose a good friend by all means and once you’ve opened up and spilled the beans..those dillemas will disappear away indeed..

Squawking Seagulls swooping on the seashore.. now there’s s screeching sound that I absolutely adore..
scavenging the coastal lands as happy people play.. building brilliant sandcastles on a midsummer’s day

Seaside resorts are as busy as can be.. scoffing fish and chips with mushy peas for their tea.. a scattering of shops selling seaside souveniers.. caring Grandkids buying bric-a-bric for the little old dears..There is nothing nicer than a trip to the coast and if you go on the sabbath you will love a Sunday roast

So grab the stripey wind breaker and some buckets and spades.. now don’t forget to add the  suncream with everybody’s eyeshades..pack a picnic basket..sandy sandwiches are a tasty treat.. but don’t take chocolate coz it will melt in the heat.. your carboot is full to the brim.. you are off to the seaside to enjoy that swim

Er’e he plays his pipes forever and a day and his faithful friend is ne’er far away..wi Scotland in his blood and those bagpipes t’ween his shoulder.. his sight warms the cockles frae any beholder..

“Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing” and as the Scottish songs echo around.. all the passerby’s sing.. but Malcolm stands steadfast with his mind on his mission.. as the crowds enchore and revel in their vision.. for here is a true born Celtic soul and his passion for his historic past is his absolute goal..

So Malcolm McEwan plays his bagpipes far and wide with Misty his old Collie dog e’er by his side..
And I can well imagine that thru the timelessness of time when the pair have risen up to those heaven’s so sublime..there amidst the shadows and the darkness of the night.. one will hear yon pipes playing with muster and might.and ay it’l be the lone piper with his loyal pet happy in play.. listening to “Over the hills and faraway”

The Primrose picture

She painted her pretty picture with the palette of pastel pinks.. betwixt her fluttering eye lashes and fast, flickering blinks..such sweet scented primroses filled the evening air as her colourful canvas captured them there

Using her best bristled brushes she edged her detail in gilted gold..her special secret weapon to emphasize the bold.. then with a medium paint brush she gently dribbled dainty drops..carefully creating the perfect primrose tops
Striking yellow centers in a star shape design amidst those fushia pink petals she portrayed so fine

Passerby’s stopped and stared at her perfection of pièce de résistance and she blushed as she overheard whispers of praisal persistence.. but this young girl had a natural flaire like no other which she had luckily inherited from her talented Mother.. when her wonderful work was complete this primrose framed picture took pride and place on her Grandmas wall in her house on the street

I enjoy my writing so I must be a thinker.. poetry is my compulsive passion.. it’s got me hook line and sinker!!

No sooner have I finished a creativity..then another thought is amidst my mindfulness in readiness  for me..so I think, rhyme in pen ..over and over again.. as I am lost in my own bubble betwixt that overanalyzed brain

But poetry is a pleasurable passtime..it pleases  me no end and keeps the cogs well oiled in my noggin from going around the bend.. but it is just as well I found this happy hobby only recently without a doubt.. coz if I had written verses all of my life.. then my fingers would be worn out!!!