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~ Elements…. ~

 

you’ve got 20 minutes to make up a story as you go along. Expectant child in front of you, what can you do?

 

“Tell me a story.” The little girl said, as I sat myself down at the end of her bed. “Which book would you like.” I said with a smile, “No. Make me a story. You haven’t done that in a while.” “Okay and just what, is this story to be about?”  “Elements, ELEMENTS!” The little girl did shout. (She meant Earth,Fire,Wind,Water.) “So lay down little Princess, lay down in your bed. Stretch, yawn deeply, snuggle down, rest your body, rest your head….”

“Elements, Elements. Elements….” I said….

 

“I’m hot.” Said Fire dancing around “And I’m so much more deadly than you.”

“From such a teeny tiny spark, I cause utter carnage, I burn everything right through.”

“Pish posh!” Said Water with a mighty roar. “I can turn you in to nothing but steam.”

“You wouldn’t.” Said Fire.

“I would, I would.”

“You wouldn’t, cuz that would be mean.”

“I’m the most deadly.” Said water with a gurgle. “When people see me they shout.”

“I can engulf buildings, rip up trees.” “And wash cars, boats,lorries away, I can even put you out!”

Wind, who had been quiet, then piped up. “Neither of you are as deadly as me.”And with a deep breath and a crashing big woosh, he pushed Water onto Fire and put him out. Then pushed Waters tide out as far as he could see.

“See the two of you squibbly squabbalers, I’m the most powerful element that can be.”

Now earth, who did not talk very much, and who listened to all around.

He shifted his plates so very very high, to tower above the ground.

He looked at Wind and Fire and Sea(Water),

and although individual, saw what they could be.

He spoke with a voice both old and wise as he called, “Come here, Wind, Water, Fire all three.”

“Do you not understand, have you no idea, if we work together how strong we could be?”

“We are the elements, we bring death, we bring life.”

“We help feed every man and his child and his wife.”

“We were here so long ago and we will always be around.”

“From the Wind in the sky to the Fire, Water and me the Ground.”

Wind hovered, Fire glowed, Water sat so close to shore.

And for once they all agreed. No one was more deadly as all four….

 

 

“Now now little Princess, it’s time for your bed. One more cuddle for you tightly, A kiss dropped on your head.”

One more smile for you, as I walk out the door. ” I love you mummy.” “And I love you more….”

 

.x.

 

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Whats the perfect picture?

“One picture.” I said. “Can I have 1 picture of you all together?”  “No.” Said my eldest. “Nope.” Said the eldest girl. “You hate pictures mum so why should we have them taken?” Said my middle girl. “Just one? Pretty please????” I said. “Okay….” They agreed!

After all I thought, 1 photo, this is gonna be easy! Hmmmm!!!

So this is who we have….

From left, back 4:-  John, Anthony, Chantelle Taylor. Aged, 10, 14, 13sept, and 11.

Front 2:- Holly 4 on left and Ruby-Jade 8 on right.

My 6 little and taller (2) than me monsters!!!!

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Photo 1. Notice the grump at the front? That’s ok. My phone takes photo’s fast, I’ll do another….

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Photo 2 Hmmmm? Aren’t you supposed to be looking at me?

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Great a grump and where did that hand come from?

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I can see your fingers! Your making faces and your not even looking!!

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Yay the grump is smiling well, actually she’s laughing but you can’t hear it!!

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Still with the fingers and faces…. Oh and grumpy is back!

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Ha! fingers busted but I think we’re falling apart….

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Oldest gets his own back, and yes it’s not going how I planned….

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Hey I’m over here!!!!!!

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Order shall be restored for my 1 yes 1 photo!

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And the giggles take hold….

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It’s more fun to play….

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Beginning to remember that no. They do not sit still…. Ever….

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We’ll keep going. Maybe I’ll get the good picture I’m after….

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Well it’s a brilliant picture…. of feet….

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Someones had enough….

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Is it time to make a move?

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Yup! Time to get the youngest!

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Youngest on the move and my hopes are running away….

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Oh yeah shes not gonna sit no more….

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Youngest tells the older ones off!!

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Older ones laugh!

So, I didn’t get the perfect picture…. Or did I? I took 300 photos in all that day and about 30 of them were with all 6 of them. What is perfect? In the photos above, their personalities shine through and they laugh and are having fun, relaxing and being them. That’s got to be better than any photo showing them all sitting still and quiet. Still and quiet just isn’t them. So, yeah I think I got the perfect photos after all….

Happy hugs ALL.x.

🙂

 

PS:- Photo’s taken on a Galaxy Note 2.

 

 

 

Every once in a while, you meet someone who totally spins you around who is always there at the back of your thoughts, who you are drawn to like a magnet. Sometimes it’s just for a little while, maybe 6 months, a year or 2,3 or 4.  Sometimes, just sometimes its for life and no matter how far you can be from them and how many years can go by without seeing or speaking to them, the feelings don’t change. You are still as drawn to them as you always were. The floor slips away every time they are near. So how do you cope? Do you tell them? Do you just get on with life and leave these feelings burn? Maybe one day they will secretly burn out? What if after 10, 15, 17, 20 years, the feelings still burn just the same if not more strong?

It’s just a thought….

Anyway I’m gonna be posting a few all about the same person, Lets call them P.S. , over the next couple of weeks. Lots of different sides of how I feel. Hope they live up to what I’ve posted on here so far….

If by chance your new to my page ( I have new followers 😉  ). Welcome to my whirlwind, grab a chair sit back and enjoy the ride!

Happy Sunday and Happy Hugs ALL.x.x.x.x.

 

So true….

Just dropping lines and thoughts….

 

When I was younger poems were something I loved to read but was no good at writing. I mean yeah I could string the words together and could write but not poems. Poems for me weren’t like story’s, you could lose yourself in a story but a poem? that could transport you to a mystical magical place…. Thats how it was for me. I tried poems, I wrote them to friends, in birthday cards and letters. Everyone I knew said they were great but I didn’t believe so.

I went round to a friends one day when I was 16 and a man was sat in a chair drinking a cup of tea. I didn’t know him didn’t recognise him but he was a friend of the family and my mate Lee’s parents weren’t back yet. It was Lee’s birthday and I gave him his card with another poem in it, Smiling he said to this man that I was good at poems. Handing him the card to read he disappeared and came back a few mins later with every poem, letter and silly story I had ever writ him, I was kinda shocked he kept them. The man sat reading them quietly for ages then said to me and this I will always remember….

“If you write with your heart, like you do here, your writing will always be the best you can give.”

He also said that the best writers are those that aren’t afraid to write about any topic, he was talking to me personally  about poem writers but it applies to all.

I took what he said and remembered it. I try very hard to make sure that every poem I write has feeling, that hopefully, you the reader enjoys it. Good, bad, happy, sad, emotional, anger, despair, depression, love. Sometimes I have to look so deep into myself to find that feeling in order to show it in a poem. No topic is safe. I will write about anything and everything. Every poem I write is not necessarily how I’m feeling that day.

That man? the one who told me that? He’s an author and grew up with Lee’s dad in America. I didn’t realise till about 5 years later when I saw his picture on a dust jacket of the book I was buying. At the time, being 16, and the way I was it was more interesting breaking the law and ignoring adults than listening to what they had to say. Lee and his family went to Australia for a better life when I was 18. I spoke to him a few days ago and he told me he still has those letters and poems and stuff. I laughed and asked why he would keep them? His answer? “When you finally publish something, it’s gonna be great, and, I’m gonna blessed that not only did I know you first but I have my own private collection of the real you.” How cool is that? I was stunned into silence!

My next post will be number 200 on wordpress. I didn’t think I would carry this on but, I found I like not just the writing but more and more, I like the publishing! And it’s so incredibly cool that I get to read the work of so many very talented people! And look at the most amazing photos! You all should be proud! 🙂

So I don’t know what post number 200 is gonna be yet? Maybe I should pick my favorite posts of the other 199? Or maybe just another poem? We’ll see….

Happiest of hugs to you all, I hope the weekend is just fabtastic for you!

.x.

Entertaining my children and….

 

…. calling my cousin dowally for hunting dragons! It’s not finished and will be continued, just a lickle bit of fun. Inspired by the….

(Septimus Heap Series) by Angie Sage

When Matthew awoke that morning, he knew today was going to be the most important day of his life. Today he was going to do what all apprentice wizards do after they turn 14…. Today Matthew was going on his quest for a dragon!

Matthew got dressed in his purple robes as fast as he could, he never got tired of examing the intricate gold thread that wove this way and that across the sleeves and hem, and then down the long flowing sides of his heavy cape. He raced down the stairs jumping over the sleeping  owl that was perched on a chair at the bottom, and stood before the great doors to The Masters study.

” You may enter “. Said a loud voice as Matthew took his hand away from the door. Matthew turned the great door handle with two clicks of his fingers, ( a trick Albert had taught him ). As he entered, it never failed to amaze Matthew just how magnificent The Masters study was. Three walls were lined four stories high with every book you could imagine. The fourth wall had three-arched shaped windows facing the north. In the center was a long table and just in front of the windows was the masters huge ebony desk.

The Master stood at his desk watching Matthew walk across the room, he was called The Master by everyone and he was so old now that only the ghosts knew his real name, even The Master had forgotten.  ” Here is your quest”. Said The Master, handing  Matthew an ivory envelope with silver thread.  “I will see you when you return “. “And remember you only have two days to complete your quest”.  The Master smiled at Matthew ” Good luck and may time be on your side “.

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Well thats what our new bedtime story is about and thats how far I’ve got. I always add lots of actions ( like a play).  Just that little bit took nearly an hour ( yeah seriously!), and even my eldest 2 stood at the door to listen, this story is being told to a 10, 9, and 6 yr old.

I hope your all having a good morning/day/evening/night where-ever you are at the end of the wire. Hugs ALL.x.

Hi….

Hello everyone! How are you all? I hope life is treating you well and special people make you smile  b         🙂

I haven’t written on here in a while, didn’t want to as I don’t want to fill this page with unhappiness but, its about time I wrote something!

For those of you who have been reading a while now, you will have already read about Taylor (My middle son). Well in good news his blood pressure is down to 121/73 which, is excellent! But bad news, the last set of tests they did, his kidney function is reading what they call abnormal and bad, like his usual kidney function is good? It’s a lot closer to the 40% now and that day is getting so much closer. Taylor is off to hospital next week for more tests. He’s happy he gets to stay off school.  In order to give Taylor an “as normal as possible” childhood, we’ve never really told him just how serious his problems are. Some people might think this is wrong but why make life any harder for him? Doesn’t he have enough to cope with already? He knows he is different and has asked if he is normal? And that IS hard. My eldest (the 13yr old), knows whats wrong and being very close to me, picks my moods up before anyone else, he’s currently sticking to me as I plaster a huge grin on my face. He knows how much I worry about Taylor.

In some good news Taylor has a girlfriend friend that’s a girl, to young to put those words together! It’s nice to see them chat and giggle and laugh together, she constantly gives him the sweetest smiles.  🙂

Taylor is a fan of classical music ( I like so many different types, all the children get to listen to it all). I was thinking about taking him to the theatre to see something. Anyone got any ideas of whats good? I haven’t been in about 10 years.

Now Taylor is in year 6, I have to start thinking about secondary school. With his problems with interacting with others, I’m now unsure which High school to send him to. My eldest boy goes to a business and enterprise academy. My eldest girl goes to a specialist academy for performing arts. And there is a science and languages academy near my daughters school.  Living 3 miles from Lincoln castle and in a city, there are another 8 schools that I could choose from. With my eldest 2 the choice was easy and they go to the right schools for them. Amazing isn’t it? As children we spend our life trying to get away from schools then as parents we want to know everything about them!!

I want to get back into education as well and am looking at open university courses but I’ll tell you more another time.

So in other news in our house? My youngest boy is now playing football for the school. My middle girl is now going to dance lessons. oldest boy now in under 14’s team for his football club. eldest girl gaining confidence and letting go of some of her shyness (yay!). Munchkin (3yrs) can now write her 1st name (Double yay!!), and tell you what each letter is and its sound (triple yay!! ). we’re still working on her surname, she finds W hard! I finally got my new sewing machine, a computerized one and my super old one ( from before I was born) is now gone. Oh and our demon tumble dryer is gone and our new dryer does not have an underwear fetish like the old one!!

So that’s it from our house, for now. I haven’t been writing, no scrap that, I haven’t been finishing any poems that I start so none to upload. Hopefully I’ll finish at least 1 poem soon!

Well if you made it to the end, well done you! Hello? Hellooooo? OI! you! Yes you! Wake up!

Happy hugs to ALL of you. Hey! Remember it’s Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you ALL have a happy huggable weekend full of special people and thoughts that make you smile.  🙂

Big smiles to you all, me.x.

.x.

~ Two steps behind you…. ~

This poem is called a “Smile” you write, print, email, text or send it to someone to put in their pocket for when they need it most….

Where ever you go 

whatever you do,

remember I’m here

just two steps behind you,

So when you’re alone in the night

or your world looks so grey,

You’ve been crying again

or just can’t face the day,

I send you a smile

and a great big hug to,

Cuz where ever you go whatever you do

I’m always here just two steps behind you….

.x.

~ Rave…. ~

 

Look in your eyes take a breath

feel the rain splash down,

Take your sorrows take your fear

make a smile from your frown,

Feel the rhythm feel the beat

let it echo in your soul,

Let the power of the music

fill your senses make you whole,

Ride the wave of feelings

emotion heartbeat rush,

All the ravers in this place as one

we feel the musics heat its crush,

Pulse of music swirls around

kaleidoscopic colours mixed with rain,

The ravers and the DJ

a united euphoric chain….

 

.x.

Thoughts on saturday not sunday….

So it has become habit that I write exactly what I feel on a Sunday. This week I’m doing it on a Saturday as on Sunday I’m going to crawl into my little whole and live out the rest of my days as a hermit.

No seriously, it’s the 1st of September and I’ve already made a fuck up to the start of my month…. Ground just open up and swallow me….

Tomorrow is a new day and I’m drawing a line under/above (whichever) all my stresses, fuck ups, mistakes and stupidness of, lets just say the last month, and starting again. 🙂

I’m determined to start writing poems again and go back to letting the words flow in practising children s stories, I’m getting better at writing them slowly, well, at least other parents are thinking so!

My challenge to myself is to climb my next mountain ( metaphorically speaking) and when I get to the top? I’m gonna throw snowballs at you all….!!

So see you all monday and, I hope YOUR sunday is just utterly fantastic.

Most happiest of hugs ALL.x.x.

 

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