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Up in the rafters something stirs?
Bat’s in my belfry?
What can it be.
Scrawling
And crawling
And scratching around
I look about
to see what can be found?
Suddenly flowing
Drops of red blood,
Oh my dear lord
That can’t be good?
Now our of the shadows
Comes a caped figure.
Standing in front of me?
It is Count Dracula!
Welcome to the dawn of a new decade.
Let’s try and be optimistic,
do something to improve the world
instead of destroying it.
Use less plastic stuff,
eat more organic food.
Drink clean water at last,
instead of tainted.
Free workers from slavery,
pay a decent wage.
Let the sky glow at dawn and dusk
not from forest fires.
House the homeless in decent shelters
along with refugees…
Care for one another
and the life of the world.
Reduce energy usage,
and combat Global warming.
Then we might survive,
to the Next Decade.
Fingers crossed.
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Rest and relax
Cat stares into space
Making a warm place
On the bookcase.
Warm brown liquid,
from Coffee bean
roasted and ground.
Squashed into powder,
granulated and freeze dried,
or steaped in hot water
in a cafetiere
and poured
into a tiny cup or mug.
Releasing its caffeine,
Or on my case?
Not.
Decaff.
Bored.
Not allowed.
Blogging seems to be all sorts of things. I follow poetry, science, history, art and all sorts of other subjects. I post pretty much anything I’m interested in. I try and write things that are interesting, sometimes short stories or poems, other times about my art.
I started out thinking it would purely be about painting and drawing. But I suddenly realised that I wanted to include more than that. My writing and grammar skills are not honed. I used to write essays in English or History classes, but that was on the subjects on the syllabus. When I got to Art school I had to write essays and a thesis, so blogging came slowly. I hope what I write is enjoyable or interesting.
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No glitterball today,
no sparkling champagne.
Just leftovers and dregs,
an ordinary Saturday.
We’ve enjoyed the holiday,
and more is to follow
but now it is time,
for life to settle.
Time passes on,
the world keeps turning.
The decade almost done,
a new one beginning.
So let us all pause
and rest for a day,
Take stock of our past
call it good old Saturday.
With a cold sea breeze,
I started to freeze,
My feet getting wet,
A few dogs we met,
The waves were crashing
The sea was smashing,
Beach holiday?
Not today!
Back inside
By the fireside.
To get warm
Away from the storm.
So, that’s two adults?
There is a donkey parking space.
Breakfast in the Nativity Restaurant.
Double bed, en-suite.
No smoking or vaping,
No visitors from afar allowed.
No ‘angelic hosts’ parties allowed.
Visur or Masterboard?
What do you mean ‘a child will be born’?
No we don’t do Frankincense or Myhrr facials.
Gold, well yes as an exception we will accept it.
You want how many towels, and hot water?
I’m sorry but your wife looks unwell.
We are not a maternity unit.
Sorry, we reserve the right to cancel your reservation.
The hospital is that way.
Merry Christmas.
Today, 22.12.2019, is the Winter Solstice.
Which is why I have posted a picture of a marrow or cucumber plant trying to grow on my windowledge.
What? Why? Because the solstice is when the longest night in the Northern hemisphere happens. And the plant? Because its an annual plant as far as I know. But its from a random seed my hubby put in an indoor plant’s pot a few months ago. It’s even flowered a few times. What does it prove? That we must have our kitchen lights on a lot, that we obviously keep our heating too warm.
Solstice, an ancient cerimony happens,
Druids celebrate the return of the sun.
Long nights start shortening again.
The night begins to dwindle.
Sun rejoices in its mastery.
The world spins and tips round the sun.
Canted at an angle,
South lands have their longest day.
Slowly, over months, they swap.
Till first day and night equalise.
Then Summer sun revolves into view.
Till once again Autumn equinox flies past,
and Winter comes around again.
Zing, pow, wow, words
Colour, fields, world
Splashing, crashing, dashing
Down new ways and old.
Bold, hidden, subtle, explosions.
Harsh or soft.
Voom va voo.
Give me 54321…..
Lift off!
Colour or color
don’t care how you spell it..
Just share it!
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