On Lily of the Valley land just beside the forget me nots there are three magic mushrooms, scarlet red with white stems and spots..and inside these white stems each with a crimson canopy, dwells Vinnie, Minnie and Winnie all are as skinny as can be..

Each run around amidst the darkness of the night, looking like lean runner beans such a frightful, funny sight..A trio of thorny stick insects, as green as fresh cut grass.. six snakey, slanty emerald eyes sparkle like slithers of glass..and they live nextdoor to one another without a sister or a brother, they are nocturnal little creatures created from the earth Mother..

Vinnie is vivacuous, she loves to dance and sing as hooty Owls joins in her chorus.. with the Pipistrelle Bats upon the wing..Minnie is the most mischievious of them all, this thin, frolicsome friend drives the other duo up the wall.. But betwixt and between Vinnie and Minnie lives the loveliest of the lot, her charismatic charm mixes in their melting ***..So these three green grassy hoppers live amongst the woodland copse, side by side in a magic mushroom with the bright red tops

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

There once was a man they said he was a nerd but why on earth they called him that was really quite absurd.. coz the only thing he did that was different from the rest..was to write down words he’d never heard to give himself a test.. well he ended up with a scholarship coz he was so very clever.. and now the folks that called him a nerd are wishing that they’d never...

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”

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

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..

Faith, hope and charity are the cutest ******* one will ever see..identical triplets.. one, two, three..only their doting parents can tell them apart.. each little lass is incredibly smart

Mind you it doesn’t help alot when they wear the same clothes.. coz then which one is which well nobody knows..three absolutely adorable little misses as sweet as sugar and candy kisses.. Faith is as devoted as the day is long.. if that girl isn’t caring then there is something wrong

Well what can I say about happy Hope..she is forever wishing and wanting yet she is not a one to mope..now cute Charity is generous to a fault..she fits her namesake so gestalt..so as you are now aware this is s trio of triple troubles..each one of them is so unique yet the three of them are spitting doubles

Twas on the last day of September everything was still the same.. an infectious disease was sweeping across every nation and it was killing some people, Oh what a shame..

So we tightened up our social gatherings just like we had done once before, and we all dreaded that same total lockdown within our own frontdoor..right back from early Springtime until the onset of the Summer, each and every school, public house and hospitalities were all closed, that was such a ******..

Now some listened to their Government and obeyed the new rules and regulations but there were those who choose to ignore these much to the other’s frustrations.. so alas the pandemic spread and it was getting out of control, but we all longed for it’s demise, a vaccination was our goal.. and of course as the weeks and months passed by the rulers of the lands gave out tighter measures with orders and commands..

Now the moral of this story is indeed so very true, life as we know it has changed out of the blue..when one day we had normality and the next was dismay, with one and all trying to keep this infection away..And all we can do is to social distance and wear masks on our faces, whilst we are constantly santizing our hands in all the public of places.. Praying for purity for each and every nation, when Covid-19 becomes our history enjoying our new salvation...

Within the withered wilderness lies one hundred woodland trees.. whistling with ferocity amidst the chilly wind’s freeze.. yet I wander thru the blighted brazen up to my knees..alas an ambience of witchery is very ill at ease..

Is it just my imagination or have those trunks got eyes ? Or perhaps my loneliness was not wise ? As I try not to look at the limbs laughing disguise.. This element of scariness is not a surprise..Oh ferocious forest please show me some sympathy.. lead me through your darkness to seek out empathy.. I am trying to ignore your loud and clear signs of unpleasantry..Please lift me out to sought salvation amongst this clutter of complexity

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

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”

A wise man once said to me “Girl you becareful where you tread.. always look from far behind on that path that lies ahead..life is just a rollercoaster with a slightly bumpy ride and your days on earth will lead you through adventures far and wide”

“Never look back to mishaps with discontent.. but treat each and every new dawn as a day that is well spent..always carry compassion and wear your heart on your sleeve..coz there may come a day when you need others as you grieve..do not fear the future nor what lies as your fate.. and one will find happiness if one is prepared to wait”

Wisdom is but a foresight that one learns as they go.. taking in bits and pieces from good people that they know.. Well that wise man whom I trusted with my life happened to be my Father with my Mother as his wife.. So perhaps now you will understand why I listened to his every word.. coz the thought of that wonderful man not helping me would be absolutely absurd

Windy and wet!!
I looked at the forecast and that’s what were gonna get!!
Ah well writing poetry is what it’s gonna be..this shall keep me busy.. it’s no walking for me..

Raindrops are running down my window pane.. I shan’t go outside until it dries up again.. but luckily it’s more inspiration to write.. so with my mug of coffee I will endeavour my delight..

Watching the diagonal pelting persistence..I realise everything needs water in this living existence.. so let it teem down allday.. I don’t care.. coz I am contented with my poetry and I’m not getting wet hair!!!

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 hope my old house in a hundred years or more will still have occupants welcoming it’s door.. and I wonder if these people will not mind at all my ghostly apparition walking through the hall

You see that old corridor is where I spent most nights padding back and forth in my sleepless plights..there I will be in the darkness of the room wandering wearily in my shadowy gloom..Now the thing that I dread and fear the most is not to scare the death out of the living  when I am a ghost!!

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”

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

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..

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..

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

He strolls the salty seashore with his bagpipes in his hand..far away from his native Scottish borders and his rolling hilly land..and he blows on his reed as his lungs expand whilst he walks with gusto kicking up the sand..

Melodious music fills the chilly air.. as passerby’s stop to soak up the ambience from yon bagpiper that is there..even the Guillemots and the Kittiwakes breeze in to stare..as the morning sunrise shimmers on the sea glistening glimmers everywhere..

But Oh what a wonderful Scottish sound.. on the coastal shores as it reverberates all around.. echoing amidst the sandy dunes with Sandpipers picking off the ground.. this Piperman is like a fish out of the water and a rarity to be found..

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