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..🤣

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...🤣🦷

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..

Now more than ever we need each other, that great friend who is always there for you.. a sister or a brother..We are in this together, all in the same boat and with the help from one another.. we will keep this afloat..

So don’t think you are tackling these troubles on your own, in these days of isolation everybody feels alone..But just a smile and a “Hello” goes along, long way when you are walking past a stranger..spend the time of day.. You will both feel alot happier and not so blue finding friendship is so good for you..

Even wearing that mask on your face, we can chat from a distance keeping a sensible space..Yes Coronavirus is an invisible disease and alas it is spreading like wildfire causing ill at ease.. but if one stays as positive as one possibly can and with the right frame of mind..it could be written in all the history books as ‘That Covid-19 made everyone twice as nice and ever so kind’

We all love Christmas day on the 25th of December.. when we get together with our loved ones making special times to remember.. And Oh what memories one and all makes enjoying all the fun of the festivities betwixt those yuletide breaks

Though as I sit today it is the last week of September and I stare into my dying fire poking at an ember.. I can’t help but wonder what on earth one will do.. sat amidst a lonely Christmas left feeling Oh so blue.. At this moment in time with these Covid-19 rules and regulations.. we are not allowed to get together with our family close relations..

Nobody wants to be alone at Christmas.. sitting pulling crackers by themselves.. munching on all those Xmas treats and nibbles from your fullup cupboard shelves.. Oh dear I feel such a sadness will be everywhere.. everybody will have an awful lonely Christmas because of Covid-19 this year...

“A penny for those thoughts me dear” she hears a Cockney woman’s tongue..as this old Southerner reminisces standing here when she was oh so young.. back in those bygone days when she was only ten years old, stood sobbing her little heart out and shivering in the cold..

As she waits in King’s cross station at platform number eight and just like all those yesteryears ago, this TransPennine train was late..when she worthlessly wandered within a crowd of many others, all little lost evacuees estranged from their loving Mothers..So she stands here today searching her soul from sad traces, as she recalls the screams and cries and that look of languish on those faces..and that was sadly sixty years since she waved her Mum goodbye but she can still reminisce the fraught and rawness with a teardrop in her eye..

Twas one late September morning in 1939 and she held a little hand with all her might as that steam engine sped along the line..and alas that was the last time she ever saw her distraught Mother when her and hundreds of other lost little souls left London with her tiny brother..Yet Oh the sadness and suffering has moulded amidst her heart, from that awful station in September when her loving family had to part..So in the twighlight of her life at almost seventy one years of age she stands waiting on that transPennine train, and in her heart of hearts she knows that this time when she steps off that platform she will never return again...

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

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..

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

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...

Do you believe in magic? Or can you explain the unexplained? I do hope you are not one of these non believers who I find foolish and hairbrained..Fairies from folklore are absolutely true, they  live at the bottom of your garden tho you probably didn’t have a clue..

Well who else do you think scatters tiny seeds on the ground? as they whistle whilst they work through a blowing breeze sound..And who do you think makes those grassy daisy rings? as the pixies chase the fairies those mischievious little things..I watch their wonderful wings amidst the early morning dew, transculently twinkling and so see-through..So the next time you are mowing your lawn just becareful where you tread, remember there are such alot of secretive sprites sleeping on a bed..

Wherever there is grass there will be little folklore living there..tho they try to stay out of sight, one can watch them flying through the air..looking like minute midgets with their tiny tails all aglow, playing a-ring-ring-of-roses and giggling as they go..and the fairy godmother, the queen of the show will be sat watching over them but you won’t see her you know.. She has learned amidst those parables of her prime to make herself invisible just like the timelessness of time..

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

Did you ever see anything so bizzare as an animal trying to get into it’s owners car ? Well this is my Granddaughter’s pride and joy.. a mischievious, contented, beautiful boy.. and tho he happens to be a horse.. he mimicks folks around him of course..

So woe betide his mistress’s car
Billy boy will shove his head in it when the window is ajar.. and though he is a horse well this doesn’t matter.. coz this lovely lad loves a good old natter ..Awww but Billy boy is adored by all as he trots to see them when they stop by and call.. happiness shines from his horsey face with those pearly whites in pride and place.. one can tell when he’s happy by a mile.. with his horsey grin and hilarious smile..

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

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...

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

Oh how Colin cried in his coffee cup the night his sweetheart died..he just couldn’t go on living without his Hilda by his side..They were just a couple of kids in school at the summer ball.. when cupid shot his bow and arrow as they sat chatting in the hall

For forty nine happy years they have never been apart..mind you she left him for a month or so when they were newly weds and that almost broke his heart.. but that was just a blip in their marriage relationship..and one would often say that the pair of them was joined at the hip.. Well he held it together at her funeral and he found some comfort at the wake.. but soon as his loved ones left he felt so sad for pity’s sake

How on earth was he supposed to carry on without Hilda in the house..he had no hobby or no interests it would be as quiet as a mouse..Alas he put a brave face on things when the family came around.. though they were not that stupid and they sensed Dad’s sorrow so profound.. Perhaps time would ease the pain and help his heartache go away.. as Colin sat in her old rocking chair Oh how he wished she was here today

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 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!!”

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

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...🤣

Twas just another ordinary day down on the farm when Clarence cockerel “****-a-doodle-dood” his daybreak alarm..as Pingo pigeon picked from tiny little crumbs of corn amidst the shed loft and his partner Sonia sat in the hay stack that was warm and soft..

Yes it was an Autumnal morning just like any other as Farmer Ted Brown worked in the dairy along with Molly his Mother, milking the Friesian cattle all in a row as the udders filled the pipes with such a creamy milk flow..And  Daisy the cow being the oldest of the lot would “Moo” and “Moo” as Harry horse did trot..”Quack” “Quack” “Quack” went Daddy Donald duck as he splashed and swam in the farmyard pond quite covered in muck.. with his partner Michelle a very fine Muscovy Mother as her ten tiny ducklings, nine sisters and a brother.. splishing and sploshing muddy water with their wings, squibbling and squabbling the noisy little things..

Of course this Monday morning at the crack of dawn didn’t rouse the Farmer’s son Sid as he stretched with a yawn coz he hadn’t went to bed until well after late courtin’ and a’kissin’ his latest date..just a couple of school kids lying canoodling on the hayshed floor as mice and voles ran in and out of that door..But Penelope pony pranced around the paddock as she  strutted and head butted in her frenzied fit so sporadic..The Suffolk sheep “Baa’d” and bleated munching in the meadows all that day in the Farmer’s field not too far away..

So it was indeed just another average ordinary morning on that hillside farm and the sun had risen as the day was dawning.. Everything was normal with nothing untoward as Great Granny Glenda Brown stood pressing her pinafore on the ironing board.. she had the bacon and eggs frying in the pan, ready to enjoy her breakfast with Great Grandad Stan..And how they all adored their countryside affair with the sounds and the smells in that cow dung fresh air..Ted, Winifred his wife and his Mother Molly and Sid her Grandson, lived in the big farmhouse with lots of fun..And Great Granny Glenda and Great Grandad Stan Brown had just moved to a lovely country cottage nextdoor from a flat up the road in the neighbouring town..

Charismatic and delightful, hip hopping about..splish splashing in a little puddle from a water spout.. I watch a Robin redbreast out in the pouring rain, he is having such good fun and he doesn’t complain..

Fluffing up his feathers and puffing out his tiny chest, he looks so cute in his little scarlet vest..Oh Mr. Robin you brighten up my day, what a wonderful warming welcome you are I really have to say..making my drab, dreary afternoon something to write about, well thanks to you I found my inspiration without a doubt..I shall crumble up a crust of bread especially for you, coz this is your special treat for stopping me from feeling blue..

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...

Flying on the wings of a relationship romance..
two feathered friends had a chance meeting happenstance and she cooed at him as he made his advance..then and only when the time was right they did their song and dance...

He flapped his wonderful wings in eagerness..she toe-strutted on the spot.... A courtship liaison affair.. a pair of Albatrosses getting hot.. both birds following the lead only inches apart..Such a dalliance of devotion of unadulterated uniqueness as either could constraint to each other’s weaknessess

All of a sudden and from out of the blue he arches his long slender neck  and they stick like glue.. If only for a split second opposites attract betwixt beauty and Mother nature they bond in their mating act..Now a deed is done and the show is over.. so he takes off in flight and he leaves his feathered lover..

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 ****

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

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

Just a woman and a man from a fortunate fate..walking arm in arm to her garden gate..as that big old moon looks down on the pair.. and those twinkling stars amaze with glare..with two pair of feet stood on a grassy lawn wornout with dancing from the crack of dawn.. and  a couple of sweaty bodies thinking only of romance betwixt this future of happenstance..

Yet this is what lifes about when all is said and done.. boy meets girl and humanity carries on..going forth and multiplying..amidst loving each other so satisfying..with just a woman and a man meeting up together from when life began and still today forever..So indeed history repeats itself from that old ancient scroll on the library shelf..telling those tales about Adam and Eve wearing nothing on their skin but a green fig leaf..and the two of them would be standing on the soily earth.. ready to mate with all God’s worth..”Go forth and multiply!” spreading the love of the Lord..by and by...

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..

You are so trustworthy I can see this in your eyes, and you would never ever run away and hide in a disguise.. so honestly reliable in everything that you do..with a personality  of perfection and a person to look up to..yet within this world with uncertainties I ask, do you not despair, when humanity hurts one another amidst the air that we breathe and share

How on earth do you find it within your heart of hearts ? to suffer these fools gladly when there are too many counterparts..if only mankind could learn laudable life’s lessons from his fellowman..then ignorance would not be bliss and one would care about his clan..alas we are but mere’ mortals with some of us following like sheep as they lie thinking about nothing else but themselves drifting off in sleep..”Goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life” now that parable in the holy bible hadn’t mentioned any strife..but one can do the opposite of what they really mean.. so perhaps positivity  needs to ridicule any negativity that is seen...

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...👻

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

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🤣

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...

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 ?

Marshmallow pinks amidst cobalt blues.. dawns daylight’s dazzling hazy hues..the visionary artist’s inspirational surprise as her palette of pastels portrays the skies

She slaps her subtlety so senique.. to convey her cloudless colour technique..such a virtuoso pièce de résistance..as she marvellously mimics a replica existence..Oh if only I could paint on demand with my trifold easel and bristle brush in my hand

Though I can appreciate such sensational splendour from the fascinations and supremacy of Mother nature’s surrender..Alas I have no artist’s skill nor an ability to  craftmanship at my free will.. so I shall use my perception and write it in books from hollow happenstance and yon shadey nooks

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!!!

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

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...

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

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

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..

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...

He wins the nobbly knee contest coz he is so very bony..haha his legs goes right up to his pants, two sticks of skinny polony..and he laughs just like a hyena with no teeth left in his gob..hes abit of a museum piece and isn’t a heartthrob..

But everyone adores Irish Micky Flynn with his Ballymoney Blarney..from County Donegal down to the southwest shores of Killarney..coz all he ever does allday is banter on his jokes, keeping people happy he is the jolliest of folks..and he chats to absolutely everybody, infact he is just a blether..with his thin arms waving high in the air as he forecasts the weather..he talks the hind legs of a donkey and still he doesn’t stop, as he sits with his mug of cocoa in his local coffee shop..

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

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...

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 ***

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

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