Friday Frosts

Closest Of The Close

Because they are friends,

I can take some space.

Because they are relations

I can walk away

And be myself for a while;

Buy you, closest of the close

Feel betrayed, take offence

Because I can not share

My need for some solitude.

Yet sometimes I need to be alone,

To realise and consolidate

All I have, have learnt and known;

To appreciate and mind

And remind myself of what it is to love

To find myself again and again

Beyond all doubt loved.

Closest of the close,

For all the world

I would not willingly hurt you,

Cause you pain

So say that you still love me

So I may return again.

Mel Dixon

Moonbeam Dreaming, Monday Meaning

The Moonbeam

Into the frozen darkness

A shaft of blue

Fingered the walls

Silently crawled

Soft edged up the bed

Bathed the sleeper in its shroud

Kissed her head

Lingered for a moment or two

Closed her eyes

And ere its silken sheet withdrew

Caught her sigh.

Saturday Swish - A Scurrying Wish!

Wol Wednesday

Shaun Scops

Friday's Fools of Twits Whoo-Whoo

Fusby Foozle

Fusby Foozle was a complete and utter doozle

He worn a striped shirt when he set out to work

And dabbed his paint stick on his snoozle.  

A felonious twit who swquarked a fair bit

Which hardly found favour or perk

He sits in a cage in a terrible rage

Unless fed all the day - what a berk!

Flirty Fleer

Fastidious Flirty Fleer
Would preen herself and sneer
At any who would feather fluff her day
Though sharp and very glam
Twas all mere toot and flam
But impressive all the same, that display.


 

Tall Tales Tuesday

Flip Flop

Flip Flop

Would Hip Hop

Non Stop

He'd Hop Pop

Tip Top

He'd Nip Hop

Hop Hip

He'd Hop Pop

Tip Nip

Was Pip Dip

Top Lip

Would Nit Nip

Body Pop

To Hip Hop

Flip Slip

To Hop Hip

Hip Pip

Dip Slip

Tip Flip

Nip Dip

Pip Hip

Hip...

 

Hooray! 

Flippety Poppety

Flippety Poppety
Twitching and hoppety
Always a hippety
Nibbling no stopperty
No matter whattery
Dancing away.

Til done with her boppery
Twerking her botterie
She'd slipperty dropperie
Down in the pottery
At dusk... every day! 

Fridays Foolish Frights

Contentment

Contentment,

(Rarely obtained and never sustained)

Is ticking along

Oblivious to the monotony

That one is party to.

Listen

Yes, I have something to say;

Important.

But until I can shape the form,

Mouth the thoughts

I shall remain silent

Or just talk aimlessly instead –

Went shopping today.

Met John.

He had nothing to say either;

Just like the shop assistant, the bus driver,

The cashier at the bank and the park keeper.

So I went home, made myself a cup of tea,

And tried to cheer myself up with an iced bun,

But winced.

Made an appointment for the dentist,

More fillings I think;

Then I sat down again and thought;

Tried to shape the words,

Form the feelings.

Still nothing much to say;

But I’d like someone to listen,

To hear my silence.

Choices

The decision 

That placed thought

And settled doubt

Led to foreign choices 

All of a thought ago

Entangled options entwine

To weave their intricate tapestry;

Behind all futures spread

Trails of precarious thread.

Mysterious Mooning Monday

Greener Grass 

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A fertile vibrant style life

Natural, wholesome,

Partner, children;

How lucky a mother, a wife.

Always there,

Loved and needed, never lonely.

A life share

In fear dispelling unity

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A vibrant, fertile existence,

Carefree spirit,

Adventure with merit

How lucky single, independence.

Going somewhere,

Free and easy, never tied.

A life dare

With self assuring pride

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

Soppy Sunday

Greener Grass

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A fertile vibrant style life

Natural, wholesome,

Partner, children;

How lucky a mother, a wife.

Always there,

Loved and needed, never lonely.

A life share

In fear dispelling unity

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A vibrant, fertile existence,

Carefree spirit,

Adventure merit

How lucky single, independence.

Going somewhere,

Free and easy, never tied.

A life dare

With self assuring pride

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

A Boomerang Package

I want it now,

In an instant,

On a plate.

I want a cushy little home

With my ideal family

And Mr Right by my side.

However, he must have the intelligence

To vaporise when required.

As must they all.

I want success at my fingertips;

A castaway and pickupable career

In an instant;

All neat a tidy and compact.

I want a boomerang package

That I can throw away

But come back to in the knowledge

That it will all be there

Where I left it,

Whilst I did… other things.

I want them all to be independent of me,

But not quite complete without me.

I do not wish to be a kite,

Held on to by a string;

Rather a homing pigeon;

Where on my return

They are waiting.

First published in the 1990s

Stories for Sleepy Sundays

The Angel's Holiday

It is a little fact about angels that they get very tired indeed

What with moans and groans from adults and little ones always in need.

They have nothing but magical twinkles and smiles and wonderful wings

And songs of hope and enchantment and an armoury of mysterious things.

The fairies of course assist them but have to have wands and learn spells

And sometimes their blooms are bamboozled by mischievous pixies and elves.

And then there’s the trolls, and the dolls and the sprites,

The toys for the boys and box of bright lights

it can all be quite dazzling but very brain frazzling so at sleep-tide
here’s what they do...

They sprinkle it all and dream of a time when they can just holiday too.

And in their sleeps, the magic's deep
And new spells form to heal
For starlets form as that's the norm
Of secrets nightly deal. 

Picture This... Touching Matters

During these festive celebrations for all faiths and none, I thought of a nice exercise for all even if you have lost or are just not with loved ones right now... or have yet to find the love of your life...

You can try finding a tree that represents your family history as it ... survives.
Draw it, write about it... take a picture of it.
Treasure it and then... help others try to protect it with you if it's in a park or countryside.

Not all can be for all things pass to make way for new life but only when they need to go which is seldom when we are ready for it I know.

When we remember things at their best it is always wise to keep our stories bright and cheerful I think. All our little ones and our most vulnerable need that always and it is not perculiar to any times or troubles that we encounter during our life span.

Food, sleep, rest and exercise can all be done in reverent homage, and silence when we most need it.

Many wonderfully magical and mysterious things you see, dear readers... have never changed because they were never meant to.

Storytime...

Tree-quest

I went for a walk a long time ago now, and yet it was but yesterday. It was a magical walk and an adventure in itself. It was fraught with hazards and dangers just to get there at all so when I arrived at my starting point I wasn't on time at all.

It happened to be the first day of autumn and it was such a glorious day too. I knew there would be many trees to choose one for my family for me to remember them all by for evermore.

So many decisions to make!

Should I go for a young sapling full of life and pushing through? That would be fine if no one chopped it up for firewood or worse. It would have to be protected very well somehow.

Should I go for an adolescent tree strong enough to stand wind and rain for itself, but unsure of other things. It would have to be protected very well too!

Maybe then an adult one, giving birth to new life as if it was as automatic as breathing? Under it's shade in hot or wet weather surely nothing could harm it... unless it was the last one left and no one else cared. So... it would have to be protected too.

I know I thought...

I'll choose a middle aged tree for no one would damage one of those... or would they? The younger ones of other tree types try to, the adolescent ones need the room and the adult ones... keep moaning... tell us then...what can we do next? Seems they need protecting too then.

That left me thinking I needed to find an old tree with many other trees of every description surrounding it so that they could all protect each other and share what little room they had to grow in, just as it has always been... when my species look after them that is.

Having made my decision, it was lucky that I found many places with many trees... and all of them loved and cared for and trimmed and scratched and marked with signs which helped us all to know just this.

Just as with all life on our beautiful planet, we note what is poor or poorly or just low in spirit and do our best to make things better for all life to be happy and healthy for as long as it lives but most of all peaceful... just as a wood or forest should be..

Nature likes to show off and does it better than any or all of us. I mean... just look!

OR... this...

... this,

It was a very long walk of many many seasons, but yes I have finally found my secret family tree! And being a secret...

You promise not to tell... and a family secret at that!!! On second thoughts, I'll keep it to me and mine. Well... quite honestly... it is the best way to keep a secret... is not to talk of it; for families, when they love each other and are at peace and they just know anyway which tree among thousands I've seen I would pick.

My cat has never been with me on my tree quest search, and nor has even the dog next door but they know. And I think... even stranger than a fairytale story's magical creatures are, they know life it self is always too big a secret for any one person to unravel. 

How? I don't know you silly people.... that's why IT'S MAGIC!

Do you think children, that this bovine needs lessons in hiding behind a tree?

Even the twig in front of her nose didn't fool me that she was there, nor the horns on her head either. The one behind her seems to be getting the hang of it a bit better so I think we'll get there... because families just know when they come together to protect all life on this wonderful, beautiful, magical, mysterious, gorgeously marvellous magical planet that lives on for all for evermore, for all eternity and back again so long as we just stay calm and stay away from be being grumpy or angry or bitter or selfish too often for too long.

Oh now, I said it. I am just hopeless at keeping secrets really. Luckily though my global family just keep forgiving me and protect me and keep me safe too.

This is such a relief to my cat and the dog next door too. I found me TREE! HURRAH YIPPEE!

Your turn. ;-)