We're on the last few hours,
AT LAST!
Can't wait 'til midnight comes to pass,
To say
'Goodbye, and don't come back,
I've got that monkey off my back!'
The coming year,
Will be much better,
It can't be any worse,
I know this as I shake the moths
Out of my empty purse.
And fill it full of Hope and Joy,
And Wish and Want and Get,
Yes 2012 is coming,
And will be the best year yet!!
Poetry, prose, observations and interesting things from a Hampshire based lady. Humorous, serious, frivolous, frighting and thought provoking words. All comers welcome!
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Mother
Mother
Heat dried ruby rolling, falling, sweating
slide down cheeks of satin.
Staining.
Emeralds shimmer tears of ruby. Down, down.
Cover the glistening with sheets of maybe.
Smile beloved. Smile for acing, drowning ruby
will cover all in shades of winter.
Madness.
Forget spring dawning, maid of sorrow. Made of
sorrows. Ruby traps you, sears you, blinds you. All your agonies are
ruby. Memories do not deceive you. True, too true to see the ruby,
waiting, hiding in your shadows. True to life, loves life, gives
love, takes life, only shades of darkest ruby, shining through your
childhood cherry. Then your smile was full of maybe, promise making
more tomorrows. Shielding rubies dawn of sorrows. Long days, last
nights, end cherry sharp bite.
Innocence.
Taken, torn. No more childhood shields to mend
you. Bend you, break you ruby takes you, sharp as daylight through
your shutters.
Emerald eyes we love you…
Watched you, cursed you, loved you, sought you.
Caught you in the winters snow fall. Took you from your Monday,
Tuesday, mornings, evenings, real time playthings. All your nothings
making angels red as ruby, softly, cruelly.
Poor pretty. Never cried. Lost within the
chatter chitter child like Alice.
Help me, hold me!
Don’t struggle angel, fight us, hate us,
never dreamt of true friends like us.
Wake angel.
Ruby wakes us, shakes us, makes us hold you;
take you, warm as summer, cold as twilight.
Scream our angel.
Peel your sunshine, glisten slowly, toad my
daydream.
We never sought to hurt you.
Emerald ruby, drawn in our time, your time, her
time. There shows ruby. Touch you with her gentle cruelty. Shows you,
sees you, makes you nowhere. Touch us with the softest nightmare.
Emerald, when you fought the red it gave us
forward to tomorrow. Showed us promises of other smother us
in….mother you found us!
Ruby saved us; Emerald gave us, solace from
your antique heartache. We see you, saw you, loved you, fought you.
Farewell mother, ruby lover.
Emerald we need you.
Monday, 19 December 2011
Sweet tooth
My Sweet Tooth is aching in delight,
Just look at this!!
Just click on the picture above to be taken to a website
guaranteed to have something for every tooth,
Yummy.
Labels:
cookies,
delicious,
sugar,
the sweet adventures of Sugarbelle
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Cigarettes
I hate cigarettes,
They steal the souls
Of those that smoke them
Daily.
They make my house
Smell awful bad
And drive me
Mental crazy.
I hate cigarettes,
They cost much more
Than just mere
Pounds and pence,
Why must they
Be so horrible,
It just don't make
No sense.
Sunday, 11 December 2011
No post today
Not even for pay,
The world is gone,
Nothing to say.
The world is gone,
Nothing to say.
Friday, 9 December 2011
Friday
Thank crunchie it's Friday,
Thank heavens for wine,
Got lost in the chocolate,
Ain't Fridays divine!
Thank heavens for wine,
Got lost in the chocolate,
Ain't Fridays divine!
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Here Comes Christmas
Here comes Christmas!
It's time to hit
The credit cards;
'We'll pay it back,
It won't be hard',
As long as
Nothing changes
And the company
Don't reduce
Our wages.
But,
Family...matters.
All that buying,
Weeks of lying,
Childrens tears now
Gently drying,
Please Amanda,
No more crying!
Then,
Parents watching,
Proudly preening,
'For the children',
'Til the evening;
As
Seasons Greetings
Now defeating
Happy faces;
Frown replaces,
Beaming
Smiles.
It's been a while,
Since parents
Dreamed of
Childish things;
But then
Nostalgia
Creeps on in.
Swift and sure
With Gentle eddies,
Whistful memories,
Raw as berries.
'Remember 1974
You pushed our Sandra
Out the door!'
And time
Retreats
As history wins...
And next year,
It'll win again.
It's time to hit
The credit cards;
'We'll pay it back,
It won't be hard',
As long as
Nothing changes
And the company
Don't reduce
Our wages.
But,
Family...matters.
All that buying,
Weeks of lying,
Childrens tears now
Gently drying,
Please Amanda,
No more crying!
Then,
Parents watching,
Proudly preening,
'For the children',
'Til the evening;
As
Seasons Greetings
Now defeating
Happy faces;
Frown replaces,
Beaming
Smiles.
It's been a while,
Since parents
Dreamed of
Childish things;
But then
Nostalgia
Creeps on in.
Swift and sure
With Gentle eddies,
Whistful memories,
Raw as berries.
'Remember 1974
You pushed our Sandra
Out the door!'
And time
Retreats
As history wins...
And next year,
It'll win again.
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Cocteau Twins - Persephone
Another blast from the past,
Music for the soul.
Monday, 5 December 2011
Today
Today
Was a day,
What a day,
Just A Day,
And my life
Rolled away,
Rolled away
In a day.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Are you OK by the Green Flare
I do hope everything's OK?
Only,
I haven't seen you out to play,
Since last Tuesday week.
There's a lot of coughs and colds about.
I've suffered both without a doubt,
Perhaps that's why you've not been out?
I hope that's all it is.
I wonder when you might be back.
To meet up on the old dirt track.
Just you, me, Billy oh, and Jack.
I do hope you're OK!
Labels:
are you ok,
cold,
cough,
funny,
poetry,
the green flare
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Pants
Nobody
Should
Ever be,
At sea
Without
Their
Pants.
Unless
They're
Going
On holiday,
Down
To
The
South
Of
France.
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