He plucked up his guts after more if’s than buts.. and he clambered over the ledge.. Like trembling jelly with knots in his belly he clung onto the edge..

If only he could think beyond his gloom but the only way out was darkness and doom..with noone to talk to nor help at hand he let himself tumble just as he had planned.. As he plunged through the air he heard peoples cries but his short life was lost in the blink of sad eyes..

Alas he was just another statistic read out on the news.. A Corvid-19 suicide from depression and blues..Oh how awfully somber as his loved ones were left in a state of sheer shock and a bleakness of bereft..

Crawling thru creepy cobwebs climbing these old stairs..I purposely try not to ponder on my state of affairs..as I listen to floorboards creaking and screeching rocking chairs..Oh my God I am frightened midst my moment of awares

But I betted on a challenge rather foolhardy indeed..so I have no other choice than to be brave and proceed.. and if I can conquer all my cowardliness I will win and succeed..mind you if I can carry out my mission it is victory guaranteed.. coz can you just imagine an old haunted house.. that would even scare the likes of a scuttling mouse..I wish i wasn’t alone right now..I should have brought my spouse..I did ask him along but he did only grumble and grouse

Well the only thing that I absolutely fear the most.. is coming face to face with the ‘Grey lady ghost’ and they do say that she isn’t the nicest of a host..as she chases mischievious children around from pillar to post.. That’s thirty three steps done already so only twenty two to go.. I had to get to the very top of the fifty five you know..but I hear moaning and groaning from down below..that’s it I’ve had more than enough as I decend with gusto...👻

Hamish McTagish was a wild hairy Haggis
He dwelled amongst the hills & glens
His doting wife was hairy Gladys
She loved to entertain their friends

High up in the Highlands of Scotland
These wild beasties roamed
Their wild, shaggy manes grew down there backs
& Were not often combed

Haggises understood their accent
But visitors didn’t have a clue
No one knew what was meant
By “Had ya weeshed” & “Och aye the noo”

Whilst Mr Hamish walked clockwise
Larger legs were on the right
His shaggy better half was the opposite to him
What a most peculiar sight

So going round in circles
Side-winding up the hills
Everyone watching in amazement
Their movement gave folk thrills

With piggy like snouts & beady eyes
Long strands of unruly mops
A swarm of bugs & bluebottles
Kept warm & cozy in their crops

This rather rare unusual breed
It survived for hundreds of years
But man got a taste for Haggis
It wiped them out & all their peers

Boil Haggis in a bag
Microwave it in a dish
Theres loads available in the shops today
Tho there not alive now, I wish🤣

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

Ooh my husband has some lovely juvly plums..they are hanging from the branches looking like little peachy bums.. but we will scoff the lot and then we will get sore tums.. when we will wish we hadn’t of been so greedy when the time comes ...

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

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”

Pearl the partially deaf parrot
resides at Christina’s care home..
l’m not really sure how this will go
but here’s hoping it makes a rhyming poem

Well this large establishment is a dwelling for senior living care..
It is full up to capacity
with geriatrics living there

Now Pearl is quite a character
perched in a cavity on the wall and
occasionally when her cage gets cleaned she flies loopy around the hall

Although her hearing isn’t good you see she’s getting on in years..
there’s not a word that goes unheard coz she often gets it wrong I fears

Clive Clipper the old cockney..
he always speaks in rhyme and he calls all the females “Me ol duck” all of the time

Haha but thats not what pearls says
although Clive doesn’t care..
when that pesky bird copys him but then he ends it in a swear

Then theres Josie Jenkins well she is the eldest of them all.. She
tells all the visitors she is “Wise of wit” as she sits shouting in the hall

But as you can probably imagine
Pearl changes this abit.. and
everybody chuckles silently
when it’s squalked “Size of ****”

So you get the picture there’s lotd of rude remarks in the house..yet
It wouldn’t be as noticable if Pearl spoke as quiet as a mouse

Oh and there is Peter Waters
always cuddling his tabby cat..now
he hasn’t given it a name as yet..so
Pearl always yells  “Scabby TXXT”

Haha it is fun for the workers
when they are on their shift..
Coz they are never entirely certain
of the conversation..If you get my drift 🤣

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...😓

Deepthinking one’s inner thoughts..over tasking the brain ..locked inside our mind’s eye is an ever blind strain.. Nobody but yourself know’s what churns in one’s head.. caught up in confusion amidst the comfort of your bed

Like the pendlum on a clock dropping down to the floor..spiralling
situations til’ one can’t take anymore..help may be at hand tho not til’ the morning light..lying wide awake agonising betwixt the darkness of the night..one miniscule thought in those wee small hours magnifies to a torrential flood from just April showers..pitter patter pitter dripping in drops.. your deep thinking will never cease until anxiety stops

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”

She wore her wisdom very well all wrapped up in mystique from amidst her personality which was so incredibly unique..She had mastered the art of secrecy with such a tremendous technique, whilst she searched within your soul as she kissed you on your cheek..

Younger than her power of perception would suggest, tho much older midst the memories of her mindfulness manifest..a descendant from the romany gypsies, Vadoma was her stage name.. tho if she had used her birth one Lavinia..this should have fared the same..but ‘V’ stood for Victorious as she always tried to be, she would explain this theory to her confused Father when he complained constantly..

Vadoma could look inside one’s future of fortune and fate, and as her beautiful, bright blue eyes captivated, she hypnotised you in a sleepy state..then she could clear your thoughts as they would dance betwixt her head..but when you awoke from your revery there would be not a shred nor a thread..and alas this wise wizen woman used her findings for her own gratification..tho disguised beneath her intentions was such a fascination of sheer sensations

Oh Mermaid and Merman
I have seen you in my dreams
Your tails are bright and beautiful
Dazzling like two shiny sunbeams

Do you swim and intertwine in the mystique fathoms below
casting little bubbles to the surface as you blow

Will you be married in the moonlight underneath the pretty twinkly stars
Will your carriages have six white seahorses pulling
You both in Rolls-Royce seacars

Oh Mr and Mrs Mermaids
I know this is all true
I watched you take Miss Mermaid’s hand
I heard you saying  “I do”

There was lots of other Mermaids
Of every shape and size
I peeped inside your banquet
I could hardly believe my eyes

You were all sitting at a big oak table
With Mermaids on chairs at either side
But you Mr Merman were sitting opposite your Mermaid bride

She looked very stunning
With her diamond studded veil
Her sequinned dress was so long
It covered all her tail

I didn’t want to leave you all
You partied allnight long
But my Mammy was telling me
To get up or I’d get wrong

You see I had to go to school
That’s what us humans do
So I woke up from my dream
Even though I didn’t want to

Oh how I wish I was a Mermaid
Swimming in the deep blue brine
Then I could play with your Mermaid children
They would be best friends of mine

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..

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..

She heard the worrying wind whistle outside as her tiny toes tip toed to be by her Mums side.. clutched under her left arm was her Tatty teddy bear but she had to take Tatty coz he went everywhere..the hallway was huge in her new country house as she scuttled her way like a little field mouse..and betwixt the shadows from that darkness of doom, she pushed open the white door of her parents bedroom..

She climbed onto the big bed on her Mummy’s side and teardrops were dripping  as she whimped and cried..but Mummy said “Ssshhh little one everything is alright” so she tucked herself under the covers and cuddled in tight..and still as she lay she could hear that wind howl with clatters and bangs and the hoot of an Owl..but now she was with her Mummy she didn’t care.. it could rain cats and dogs yet she wouldn’t care..She had Tatty tucked well under her arm and now that Mummy was near they were all cosy and warm..So within seconds her weary head succumbed to her sleep when she fell and she tumbled amidst a dreamland so deep...

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

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..

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 ***

Whence this world weighs on one’s shoulders bearing down with heavy boulders..stop, take a minute and look all around..soak up the sights that you have found..

Whether you are amidst a countryside or in a city, inside or outside .. isn’t it pretty? Look up to the sky, peer down below..that moment in time can be special you know..shrug your shoulders and give yourself a little shake, release that troublesome tension for your well beings sake..

Crying in her coffee cup coz her husband had just died..mascara black teardrops stained her saucer as she cried and cried..coz her hollow heart felt empty of happiness inside..she couldn’t stop sobbing no matter how hard she tried

Would the timelessness of time ever heal her pain, she doubted this very much as she wept again..and her last memories of them together was driving her insane, they had had a massive argument as they were out walking in the rain..Oh if only the two of them hadn’t had that awful row..and she wished she hadn’t said those hurtful words to him now..but she was acting on the rebound when he called her a nasty cow, but it’s too late for regrets, she will have to live with it somehow..

Washing windows with his wipers he tries not to look.. yet there are times when he cannot help himself and his ladders has ladders shook.. that man has seen it all he should write it in a book..as he’s got to get them done by hook or by crook

Well as he is polishing the glass he pretends he doesn’t see when you are in the bathroom with the door ajar having a ***..and there’s your little ones pointing over tee hee hee.. Oh my God he is smiling you are as embarrassed as can be

Yes he is a city window cleaner he has seen it all before..he could tell you tall tales from behind everybody’s door.. as lovers get carried away on the kitchen floor.. but when you’ve seen one you’ve seen the lot.. he doesn’t care anymore

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

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..

In 2025 what will our world portray? I’m praying amidst my heart of hearts that Covid is well away..and I hope humankind has learned alot from those awful days.. they should be stronger and so much wiser in Oh so many ways

That long lockdown will have taught them quite a lot and learned people never to take for granted the little things they’ve got..one would imagine that this world will be much improved after scientists sought vaccines and the pandemic was removed..Well only time will tell if we have learned from this lesson well.. but five years from 2020 should have us all out of this living hell..

Laugh as things get tougher..
Smile though you are feeling rougher..
Think positive thoughts every second of the day..
Leave negativity neglected and it will keep your blues away!!!

From sadness to happiness I can pen what I please.. Life in verse is my contagious disease.. an obsession to compose, contrive and create..to where I am now from my initial birthdate

If I think it..I poetize it..that’s just what I do.. then I add each on a website to show them to you..I’ve no doubt in my mind I could run out of themes from amidst my imagination’s shred’s of seams. but as long as I can I will narrate you my life from a fisherman’s daughter to a Mother and a wife

I stumbled on poetry by absolute chance.. now I get lost in my bubbles of rhyme and romance.. fictional folklore is my favourite fantasy.. though from time to time I may write about tragedy.. So whatever gets tangled up in my head.. I put my pen to paper and unleash it instead

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

Bubbly bubbles all flimsy and flouncy..globules of globoids so blithe and bouncy..fluttering along like flippant butterflies..floating through the air, colourful crystallize

Blowing bubbles all adhering together, sticking like glue and as light as a feather..such pretty little puffs of perfection, all ready to go pop amidst an interconnection..driblets and droplets of translucent beads, wandering amongst an atmosphere as the wind supercedes

Oh how I love to see a tiny tot blowing bubbles..lost within their loveliest of carefree troubles, puffing and panting on the plastic bubble stick..in short, sharp breathes, fast fleeting and quick..An eagerness of enthusiasm follows them around, bursting their bubbles betwixt a frenzied sound...

Oh Mermaid and Merman
I have seen you in my dreams
Your tails are bright and beautiful
Dazzling like two shiny sunbeams

Do you swim and intertwine in the mystique fathoms below
casting little bubbles to the surface as you blow

Will you be married in the moonlight underneath the pretty twinkly stars
Will your carriages have six white seahorses pulling
You both in Rolls-Royce seacars

Oh Mr and Mrs Mermaids
I know this is all true
I watched you take Miss Mermaid’s hand
I heard you saying  “I do”

There was lots of other Mermaids
Of every shape and size
I peeped inside your banquet
I could hardly believe my eyes

You were all sitting at a big oak table
With Mermaids on chairs at either side
But you Mr Merman were sitting opposite your Mermaid bride

She looked very stunning
With her diamond studded veil
Her sequinned dress was so long
It covered all her tail

I didn’t want to leave you all
You partied allnight long
But my Mammy was telling me
To get up or I’d get wrong

You see I had to go to school
That’s what us humans do
So I woke up from my dream
Even though I didn’t want to

Oh how I wish I was a Mermaid
Swimming in the deep blue brine
Then I could play with your Mermaid children
They would be best friends of mine

It is a long, long way to Wonderland where the trees are paved with gold.. they say our feathered friends sing “Halleluyah” well
this is what I am told.. I think one has to climb some pearly steps in order to get there..and someone said those stairs are endless as you ascend up through the air..they say you don’t need any money and you won’t wear any clothes.. only happy thoughts and contentment..I heard one will have those

Mind you Wonderland sounds wonderful in every sense of the word.. of course I haven’t been there yet so this is just what I have heard..a man told me yesterday that he had been there once before.. he said he had a massive pain in his chest and landed on the floor.. then this is the next thing that he said to me “I found myself floating up to space.. after I had climbed an endless flight of steps and landed at this place..

Well when he saw that pearly gate he couldn’t believe his eyes.. an Angel welcomed him with open arms.. can you imagine his surprise ? He said it wasn’t just a dream although he woke up in a bed ..on a ward in a hospital with those images in his head..The nurses had smiled at him and listened to his every word.. they told him they had heard it all before so it wasn’t that absurd..I reckon everyone will go to this Wonderland one day.. yon castle up in the sky so very far away..

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!!”

We are but half a world away from what we were once before..within whispers of sorrow on our own front door.. but never-the-less that half can be a whole and thus bring salvation for one’s heart and soul..

Where right has wronged a sollution will be found, betwixt and between mankind on the ground..On the chime of a bell or the turn of a key one day soon we will end this misery..so the moral of my meaning is try not to despair.. in but the blink of an eye normality will be there...

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..🤣

Well as I’m roamin’ thru the gloamin’ serenading to myself.. In amongst the purple heathers I was startled by an Elf..he looked right up to me as he shouted “please have you kindly got the time?” He said “ I pray you appreciate poetic verse as I only talk in rhyme”

Of course I was so shocked at such strangeness of this Sprite that I’d just seen..infact I almost missed his vision he was camouflaged all in green..and his hideous hat was purple just like a sprig of heather..he held a dandeleon upside down as a parasol for the sunny weather..”Time to do what ?” I crouched a little low..and then he smiled at me with such a sweetness and his eyes were all aglow..

“Oh b’gibbers, I think you misunderstood.. I was merely meaning what time is it now tho I hope I wasn’t rude” “You see I am waiting on my Fairy friend..we are going on a date.. and my blows on my dandelion clock suggest that she is late!!” “Oh I beg your pardon it is half past two..then a flimsy, fragile Fairy landed from out of the blue..Well I was frightfully flabberghasted I have to say..but then he cocked his tiny hat to the side and he bid me “Gudday”

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..

My muddled memory is lost in the back of my mind..as I track and trace old places my eyes are blind.. from shadows of darkness unclear and unkind..Yet try as I may but only flashbacks I find..

My mixed up memory is not as good as before.. How many times do I need to check if I locked my door ? Though I think I recall turning that key.. my memory is useless and plays tricks on me

So it’s the same old nuisance every single night.. I get up out of my bed in my forgetful plight..and I shuffle up the cold corridor in the shadows of the light..but of course nobody can get in the house coz I’ve locked the door alright...🤣

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

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

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

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...

A word when it is spoken is a talked treasured token always with a totally unique sound from the different place it can be found..

One little word can say so much and is our way to keep in touch but when it is said from a stranger’s face who inhabits in a foreign place..one may not recognise that word as such coz that same word will be double-dutch..

Those wonderful little words that we rely on each and every second of the day make our communication so important in a marvellous way..Whilst it only takes one single word to put a huge smile on a face..that meaningful word we take for granted is essential for the human race

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🙏

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

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

I recollect my disappointed on that dreadful December day as you turned around in an opposite direction and you walked away.. Without a word of warning coz I did not foresee, though something stabbed me in my heart when you yearned to be free..

I guess I was naive to think that what we shared together would last til’ our eternity and beyond, forever..I thought that within our timelessness of time both of us would strengthen a wholeness so sublime..harmony and understanding could unite within our hearts, didn’t we have fun in those fits and starts ?
But like a bullet bludgeoning my soul you wrecked my reveries and I lost control..Bits and pieces bent and bowed, I shadowed through the darkness in a solitary shroud..Yet to be lost and lonely learned me alot, I had risen from your ashes and had to fight that fraught..

So today as I dare to look back on that gloomy, grey winter’s day, with thoughts of that bitterness and utter dismay.. I realise now that everything happens for a reason, my head was in the clouds betwixt that festive season..You eventually made me so much stronger in the end, after I turned that crazy corner from almost going around the bend..I am no longer left lingering alone, I have buried our relationship with a lesson learned tombstone.. However I hope your freedom has found you satisfaction as I sit reminiscing from my emotional reaction..I no longer think of us feeling sad and blue, I have weathered that storm..I am over you...

My sis Chris has a mole upon her back
Theyv called her to the hospital
Coz its a little bit black

Im waiting on her now
Shes having it removed
I really hope she is ok
I bet she will b bruised 😟

I sat staring at the people
And wondering what to do
So i started jotting down this ditty
I thought Id write to you

I got on second verse
I looked up in the air
Then i thought I saw a nurse
But twas my sister standing there😊

How was it Chris I asked
She was red upon the cheek
“Well iv had it taken off
They may phone me in a week”

“The nurses was so nice”
She says
“I really cant complain
So I wont be dreading it
If I have to go again”

Ah well I said, thats fine i said
Dont worry pet, Im here
We’ll get the train, youre not alone
You need not ever fear 😁

She used her phone to ring her man
To give him all her news
& at the end it made her cry
Coz he finished with “love yous”***

She looked at me & gave a sigh
I hugged her close to me
I saw her tears, they touched my heart, i joined her with cry

Come on lets walk & cross this road, we rid our tears with winks
We hurried on, she found two chairs
I went & ordered drinks

Not alcohol, Oh heavens
No
Not for our Chris & me
Theres nothing better, nothing nicer than a cup of tea🤣

So rest we did & after that
We went to Fenwicks shop
The clothes were candy to our eyes
Our Chris she bought a top😊

Well we spent abit of time & then we caught our train
We got to Berwick,
Said our goodbyes
& both drove home again😁

Moral of this ditty
Is very plain to see
In every situation
We stay together
Our Chris & Me😊😘❤️

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

I am sitting here just a deepthinkin’ why are sheep so a’stinkin’ .. coz all they eat is green grass and hay.. nothing smelly I have to say..yet it’s that putrid smell of sheep within their fleeciness and mutton skin

I hate the stench of fresh wet sheep all stood around in a heap.. it makes me gag.. I feel so yuk.. that unique sniff of woolly muck.. and yet there’s nothing nicer and so fine.. roast lamb is a favourite meat of mine.. I forget about the rotten smell and tuck in to that taste I know so well.. mind you when a leg of lamb is in my oven cooking.. that obvious odour needs overlooking..coz there it jolly well goes again.. yon stench of wet sheep that’s a pain...

Down amidst the jelly fish that lies upon the land..I strolled the weedy shores picking seashells from the sand..As I held a solid shell close to my chin.. I listened to rumbling roars from oceanic wonders resonated within

There is nothing that soothes my senses more than the sounds of the sea..so tantilising and captivating..my soul feels free..beckoning me to the beaches upon our sandyshores..inhaling the intoxication from the great outdoors.. Oh lead me to my homelands..yon coastline I know so well.. let me taste the saltiness on my tongue and hear the ocean swell