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~ Men of the sands…. ~

Among the dreams of many

your footsteps wonder light,

Bare feet kick up sand round the fire

sword gleams illustrious and bright,

A soft wind blows down the sand dunes

flares up fine soft sand grains in its wake,

The brilliance of full moon shimmers on the desert

like a lake,

The air tingles with quiet

contemplated prayer,

Tomorrow by first light

you will not have known they were there,

The shadows of the desert

men who footprints they leave none,

A glimps of ghostly echoed flame at night

but no shadows in the sun….

.x.

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~ 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.

~ Dusk…. ~

Gossamer wings

fly in the dusky light,

The sun is setting

it s orange glow brightens the night,

At the edge colours pink

purple gray blue,

Which bleeds into the darker

the night coming through,

The gossamer wings

they dance and they twirl,

Then to close to a candle

they burn and they curl,

The long grass casts black shadows

on the patio stones,

And the stars twinkle out

in the sky from their zones,

The moon rises up

so high in the sky,

Bids the night awakening world

a sleepy time hi,

The wind blows a symphony

of night crawlers and frogs,

The trees take on life

joined by a howl from two dogs,

Two men stand by a bonfire

burning rubbish from the day,

Two women bring them tea

and sandwiches on a tray,

The smoke from the fire

fly’s into the night,

Distracting an owl

in hunters flight,

The gossamer wings

now embers curled on the floor,

And intrude on this night

we will do no more….

 

.x.

~ Five minutes from home…. ~

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Down the sacred path

our journeys end,

Brambles wild and unforgiving

but the path our friend,

Stray from the path

tell me what do you see,

Venture deep in the undergrowth 

butterflies wild soaring free,

Crickets sing symphony’s

dragonflies buzz about,

The birds there are so many

toads they croak and shout,

Field mice scamper

and sleepy eyes gaze,

A stripy cat sunning

no mice chasing content to laze,

Let your breath out slowly

as you look around,

So quiet

afraid to make a sound,

Step back

but as you turn to go,

Five little rabbits

scamper off in a row,

Carry on down the path 

to the archway made of stone,

Who would have guessed peace and tranquillity

not five minutes from home….

 

.x.

“Ooooooh, I can’t quiet reach them.” Says the 13 year old standing on his tiptoes.

“You don’t need those, there are biscuits in the cupboard.” Says his mum.

The 13 year old sighs and suddenly looks so much younger instead of so much older than his 13 years. He looks through the biscuits in the cupboard. “But there are no jammie dodgers in here.” He says, taking 2 large cookies and stuffing nearly a whole one in his mouth pouting.

“How old are you?”  Asks his mom?

“2.” He says walking out the door with an impish grin on his face….

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Well “Hi!” and happy Sunday to you! How are you all? Fantastic I hope!! 🙂

It’s sunday again so it’s time for me to aimlessly write a post about…. well…. anything and everything!!

I spent friday night having very little sleep up reading a book and then reading another which I’m about half way through, so very tired, which, was made very obvious today at the market. My 3 yr old munchkin and I got back to the car first and as I had bought her an ice-cream, I sat her on the car bonnet so she could sit and eat. Feeling the gloriously warm sunshine ( we’ve had so much rain lately), My body wanted nothing more than the pleasure of sleep, while my mind,  tried it’s very hardest to concentrate on the munchkin sat next to me chattering away while eating ice-cream and, make my mouth work words in answers to her questions. Poor brain I do believe I have started to take it for granted, and I’m sure I can see my subconscious standing there with her hands on her hips like some washer woman waggling her finger at me saying “Don’t you think it’s time you started taking care of yourself? Oh yes, I forgot. Don’t know how to think do you!!” Evil subconscious!!  😉

The rest of today passes in a mindless blur of cleaning, washing, clothes folding, talking, playing with my children and cooking. which leads me to the incident with the balloon….

My eldest daughter went to her yr 6 school leavers disco on friday and bought a helium balloon home. On saturday she wrote MUM on it and declared it mine as she was sick of the munchkin trying to claim it. Now I understand where the munchkin is coming from…. A helium balloon is a magical mysterious thing, how does it go “up” all by its self? it seems to have a will of its own, why does it fly? The munchkin is mystified by this and, thinks that the best thing is to play with the magical friend balloon.

Today we give in and munchkin has spent the afternoon playing with balloon. Every time she lets go, balloon flies to the ceiling and then she stands on her play table and gets balloon down again. All of this is ok until the ribbon holding balloon comes free. Balloon now sits on the ceiling out of her and my reach. I stand on the edge of the settee and ask 13 yr old to just old my hand so I can stretch out enough to reach it. 13 yr old first says no then when I am distracted by over reaching his tickles me laughing his head off! As I fall off the settee he jumps on to it and not being tall enough, jumps to grab balloon, missing and sending balloon across the room towards the computer. Not to be outdone he climbs on to the computer chair, a leather swivel chair, can you guess what’s gonna happen?

Yup he jumps….

13 yr old does the biggest jump he can to get balloon and the computer chair leg snaps, 13 yr old goes flying on to me and knocks me over, we both jump up and all I can do is pee myself with laughter at the broken chair leg. His dad is gonna go absolutely mad and will throw an almighty paddy when he finds out. But 13 yr old has an idea! He gets his dads extra strong industrial tape and winds it around the broken leg. when all done it is sit-on-able again. He looks at me as if to say job done!! and says “don’t worry mum, dad won’t notice!”

So the question now is when will he notice? When he does, both 13 yr old and I will deny knowing anything about it as we secretly smile!  🙂

Well I hope the rest of your sunday is fantastic and, I wish you all luck and hugs for the coming week. Off to my sisters for the day tomorrow, she lives 75 miles away, I can’t wait, miss her loads!!!!!!!

Wow I do believe this is the most I have ever wrote on here!

Happy hugs all.x.

So true….

Do you dream….?

.x.

~ Cute Guy, Old Guitar…. ~

 

Oh summer sunset sun                          

you light the sky on fire,                

The red the orange like a flame                              

you awaken our desire,              

The dusk it settles in                

as you go down low,                

The logs and pine cones in the fire pit                                  

help create the ambience the glow,                                            

The chatter and the laughter                              

the meal has been consumed,                            

Music playing in the background                                            

and drinking is resumed,                                                                    

Around the pool a man chases a woman                        

before throwing her in,                

Laughing some of us strip to our underwear                            

others dive for a swim,                                    

The more sane of us sit around the fire pit                                            

we laugh and talk and smile,                                        

A cute guy picks up his old guitar                                

and hums softly for awhile,                                

Enraptured we all sit quietly some drink some smoke relax                                                

he’s been strumming in his own world and looks up with a start,                                

All these eyes intently watching                              

captured every mind and every heart,                                

He starts again plays a melody                            

that tugs at every soul,                              

We all listen as he plays so passionately                                  

all of us connected all of us whole,                                            

The sun it leaves the sky                                    

the candles we do light,                            

The cute guy old guitar his heartfelt songs                          

to carry us further in to this night….

 

.x.

 

 

~ In the garden…. ~

The swift he flies                                        

up to the sky,                              

Up past the clouds              

on by on by,                                  

Grey and white clouds                                

pass over head,                                          

Pursued by the wind                                        

they quickly fled,                                        

Like thunder                                      

a Red Arrow passes low,                                      

Then somersaults in the sky                

as it puts on a show,                    

The daises shiver in the wind                      

then a glimpse of the sun,                                

The field a spellbinding sea green                                  

then the magic’s undone,                                    

The children they bounce                                

on the trampoline,                                    

Their own world their own story                                

a sight to be seen,                            

Grey cat sleeps under a bush                              

under a tree on the ground,                          

A warm soft spot                                                    

so comfy he has found,                                            

In the garden at ease                      

a bit of peace and tranquillity,                                          

So calming to be out here                                      

my own little world just me….    

.x.

~ Picture…. ~

lone wolf

 

Footsteps crunch                                                

on fresh fallen snow,                            

The wild river frozen                                      

though underneath there’s still flow,                            

Far below freezing                        

though wind there is none,                            

Stunning white blinds                            

with a glimpse from the sun,                                      

Pine trees boughs laden                            

all heavy and white,                      

A lone wolf laying staring                          

a spectacular sight,                                    

He snorts a breath                                    

in the crisp cool air,                        

Then lets out a howl                                        

that freezes all there,                      

He pads softly off                                        

into the night,                          

And leaves you proud to have pictured                                    

this wondrous sight….

 

.x.

Picture from:-  http://www.galacticrenaissance.com/winter_chills/images/lonewolf.jpg

~ Friendship moves on…. ~

 

 

And so it started                                        

with a snowball fight,                                          

When I threw snow at you                              

way past midnight,                                      

You’d got home from work                                              

not long before,                                    

Been in less than 5 minutes                                                  

then back out the door,                                                    

“It’s snowing.” you said                                                            

as you looked at me,                                                    

I moved to the back door                                                                        

so I could see,                                                    

I looked up at the sky                                                                    

couldn’t believe my eyes,                                            

Never seen flakes so big                                                

fall from the skies,                                                

I made a big snowball                                  

threw it at you,                                                              

You gasped at the cold                                                        

but smiled to,                                                    

You closed the door                                                                    

chased me in the snow,                                                  

Made a big ball                                  

ready to throw,                                                            

I ran at you                                                    

try’ed to pull you down,                                        

You lost your balance fell on me                                  

on the snow on the ground….

 

.x.

 

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