Tuesday, 19 December 2017
Here I am with my new blog after being asked to do a post then press PUBLISH or you won't find it! Now all I need to do is find out how to navigate my way around and how best to use it. Wish me luck! There will be poems a-plenty for you to read and your contributions and comments will be appreciated.
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Well, Goosey, I've found you after all!
ReplyDeleteSorry to be tardy, I knew that you were in the process, but didn't realised that you had cracked it after all!
Here's to the first reply and let's hope there will be many more!
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ReplyDeleteYo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Champagne is coming your way! Now what the fluff do I do? A tag at the top says "site not secure" (er?), "Comment as" doesn't say my name so if I send this post I may be anon, and where can I start putting my poems or does it not work that way and I just post them? Sorry to be such a daft tart but got a bad cold so my brain is a bit more under par than it usually is. Anyway, here's one of me poems to be going on with.
ReplyDeleteTHE CAT
Lazy, dangling paw
Resting light on silken chest
Hides a killer’s heart.
Cat watch mouse watch cat.
Thudding heart match swishing tail
In a grim tattoo.
Cunning nonchalance!
Sweet deceit shines through her eyes
As her razors strike.
Smiles the cat content.
Curls her lips in arrogance.
Sleeps in innocence.
It worked! I'm still me and not Mrs Anon, blogged me poem, and now a certain very helpful person is going to put my blog address into his side-car or was that side-bar, in which case I hope it's well-stocked! I await your responses with baited breath!
ReplyDeleteYOU CAN’T BE ILL AT CHRISTMAS!
ReplyDeleteIt’s the very time of year
When you are full of Xmas cheer
And all the food is gathered near
You can’t be ill at Christmas!
If you are, you’ll cook your goose.
You cannot let the family loose
Or they’ll be wailings “round the hoose”
You can’t be ill at Christmas.
Rudolph doesn’t drip his nose
On all the pans upon the stove
Does he heck and, so by Jove,
You can’t be ill at Christmas!
Hang on a mo and have a think.
You won’t be tied to the kitchen sink,
So give them all a little wink
You can be ill at Christmas.
So put your feet up. Have a rest.
Jacqui knows just what is best.
A Southern Comfort down your chest!
You can be ill at Christmas.
Stuff the halls bedecked with holly
And the season to be jolly.
Let them push the shopping trolley!
You can be ill at Christmas.
Get the Kleenex out and then
Be just like Sharpe. Command your men!
Tell them time and time again
You can be ill at Christmas!
Just got a bit carried away (and so I should be) but here's the last one for today.
ReplyDeleteOH SANTA – HOW COULD YOU!
Santa's tumbled down my tree
Because he had a G&T,
Then he had another one
And thought "By Jove, it's lots more fun
Than trudging out in rain and snow.
I'll tell my Sat-Nav where to go.
I'm sick of wedging in chimney flues
And dry mince pies give me the blues.
How on earth can you feel jolly
When your bum gets pricked on boughs of holly?
Now Rudolph's got the rheumatiz.
Can't pull the sleigh. Can't do the biz,
But don't feel sorry and don't feel sad
Because I'm feeling rather glad.
Now that I am getting older
A weight's been lifted off my shoulder
'Cos all the presents that you get
They've all been bought on the internet!
Oh dear Goosey, what can I say
ReplyDeleteWith the written word you have a way.
Writing in rhyme is your thing
You would rather do that than be down the gym
So you have made a web site to publish your stuff
When people start to find it you will be chuffed
Sir Cadalot. You had a lot of lovely words imparted.
ReplyDeleteAppreciated all the more because you're so kind-hearted.
Now let you inner-self flow free whilst sitting nice and quiet.
You never know. You could become a Poet Laureate!
Being in a reflective mood together with the recent storms and reviewing my Ypres memorabilia, here's a poem I wroted ages ago then re-jigged it.
ReplyDeleteSTORMS OVER THURNHAM MOSS
Outside,
Gods holds their breath in anticipation.
Sad sheep together lie.
Birds close their beaks in protest
As wet ink-stains darkly flood the sky.
Fat raindrops plop on window-ledges
As mighty winds race across the sea.
Gathering their skirts with glee
As they run pell-mell across the flat fields.
Forked tongues of static rip the gun-metal clouds apart.
Hear the gales growl and roar in triumph!
They wrestle leaves from ancient trees
And spit them out like worthless toys.
Brown and green. Russet and yellow.
All lie sodden where they fall.
Bared now the branches. Nothing to clasp
To hide their nudity. Winter’s icy grasp has come again.
Their frozen tears now autumn’s coffin nails.
Inside,
Clocks tick slowly. Fingers point forever onwards.
Salty breath fogs the rattling window’s glass.
Flames fingers lick around the old apple logs.
Their choking breath spiralling up the sooty flue
Like the ghosts of season’s past.
Old men with caps grasp tankards and puff their pipes.
Dying embers glow red like the poppies they once knew.
Memories renewing the battles fought long ago.
Empty glasses rimmed with foam and fingerprints.
One more for the road. The long, dark lonely road.
Maybe we’ll meet again somewhere. Some when.
On a different tack (no real pun intended) I am absolutely sick to the back teeth (again, no real pun intended) of hearing the latest news about what we should and shouldn't be eating or drinking and feeling forced to take more exercise so we can live until we're past caring. The endless complaints about how the NHS can't cope with all the people who block up their wards doesn't help either. To me it all comes down to common-sense. You only get one chance in life so enjoy it, eat good food, drink good wine etc and have the occasional walk. As for the NHS, several managers I met would need an eight-page manual with all the H&S requirements (plus pictures) to enable them to tie their shoelaces. They seem to have no idea of how different departments work because they never go there to see how they operate and communicate (or lack of) nor do they have a clue how to improve things because they have no idea of how best to organize their resources. Just throwing money at them is not the answer. All these people need are their heads banging together in order to get it through to them that, as far as I know, we still have free will in this country. End of rant!
ReplyDeleteI'm thankful that my Xmas flu' has finally been and gone
ReplyDeleteBut now I see so many things I should have ought do done.
December's washing's in the drier and January's on the list.
The hoover's filled with cat hairs and I'm feeling rather pissed!
I wish I had a magic wand to make it go away
But there's always a tomorrow, and then another day!
Your rant (7 Jan), reminds me of a comment Senora O'Blene and I exchange every January!
ReplyDeleteWhy spend a few minutes of a useless life in a nursing home when you're too old, when a few glasses of the good stuff while you're still able to enjoy it is still on the cards?
No brainer really!
Cheers!
Absoflippinlutely! Add to that, why be the richest person in the graveyard? I have an NHS pension (thank god) and Phil is OK too, so we have a little splurge on ourselves now and again and why not! I want to go out with a bang as I couldn't stand being in a home unless I had to go in one of those self-contained flats where you can be on your own or enjoy activities or trips out. My late dad-in-law was in one and it was great because he still had his independence and all he had to do was answer the carer's call every day.
ReplyDeleteAnyone know how to build an ark because if it rains here anymore I'm gonna need one!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's cold, Jacqui...
ReplyDeleteI've just bitten the bullet and gone out to plant some sloe bush saplings and a couple of thornless blackberries, and s*d the weather...
BTW, when you sign in to your blog, can you not look at the top right of the page, and once signed in, click on 'new post'?
It should automatically give you a blank page to witter on..;0)
Cadalot's the man who really does understand this, but I'm in a mystery turn about why it doesn't work with you!
Blast! I thought I'd got it sorted by clicking on the red G button as I got a new window with a POST button, so I typed a message, clicked on POST and it isn't here, in fact it isn't anywhere to be seen so I'm doing this by replying to your post. It's rather un-jollily cold here and the winds would have your thermals off in a trice given a chance, so I'm NOT venturing out today. How the Abbey canons survived there is beyond me, though some did have the added advantage of as much hot mead as they could drink, plus a serving maid or two to keep them warm between vespers.
DeleteTo add to my post, the current time is 13.50 but the reply says 5.50. Where's Cadders when you need him!
DeleteThere should be a tool bar
ReplyDeleteThat lets you see
Where you can post poems, and verse for thee
All there is on my page is a dashboard that takes me to the blog-starting page that states I'm not an author on any blog. Grrr!
ReplyDelete"It's no blogging good if I can't write a blog.
I can cook one from scratch though, and it ain't bad at all
If I say it myself. Nowt left for the dog
If I had one, which I don't, not that I recall.
Anyway, getting nowhere on this flippin' thing
It's time that I gave somebody a ring".
Goosey, Your Fragrancy...
ReplyDeleteMany, many years ago, on a Christmas Eve, I wrote a little poem to my Dad. I was about eight.
It went like this...
'Dear Dad, if you like send a toy to little Mike'.
He did, and here's what he wrote ;_
'Dear Mike, your poem I applaud,
Unfortunately I can't afford,
a toy your sock to fill!
Instead I hope this canine epic,
will give you joy like songs and music'!
It was a set of cards all about dogs, and I'll never forget it all!
(gulp).
Absolutely beautiful! What a lovely gift from a really caring dad.
DeleteFor as long as I can remember, most of my wages and savings were spent on the house and other essential things like running a car, and most holidays were either spent with rellies or staying at home. This year will be a special birthday so we're going to a rather posh restaurant in Marlow and next year on a Hebridean cruise! As my wardrobe doesn't consist of many special clothes and have only two pairs of best shoes, I went shopping big-time! Ended up with three pairs of lovely shoes and the most amazing assortment of lovely (and rather expensive) clothes including a fabulous LBD (gentlemen - that's ladies' talk for a little black dress). I can't believe how happy and uplifted it's made me feel to be able to spend money on myself for a change. I can thoroughly recommend it to anyone who feels the same. Flipping happy days ahead!!! TBH, it's really (sort of) my OH's fault! He started it by saying you want to go somewhere special for your birthday so how about that Hebridean Princess cruise around the Scottish Isles we've always lusted after? Nope - they were all booked-up so decided to book a trip for next year. Whilst we were on a roll he said why don't we book two nights in Tom Kerridge's pub in Marlowe? Oh wow!! It's not far from our rellies in Oxfordshire, so booked that as well. Trouble was that my wardrobe was rather sparse in the posh clothes department (as in one very old dress, a pair of black trousers and a couple of shiny tops) because we rarely go to those sort of events so that's how it all began. Sarajane - my beautiful shopping bag containing my purchases was next to my chair for about two days because I just wanted to look and touch them again then pinch myself that they were actually mine! The three pairs of shoes? OMG! One is a smart but casual loafer, but the other two can be worn with either a nice outfit or a posh dress. I believe we should all do this whether it be as we have done, or just a present to yourself as acknowledgement for all you've done or been through, or just to indulge in something to give you a lift when needed. I know money is tight in these days but just go and buy a lovely bunch of flowers, that DVD you've always meant to buy, a special bath product to indulge in, a new lippie, and for the genuine homeless perhaps a big hug? Well - I've just had another couple of spends!! ;) Whilst collecting the trousers I got that needed shortening I saw a lovely strappy top, a beautiful bolero jacket to go with my LBD and ... another dress!!!! This one is sort of a floaty one with three layers of fabric in white with pastel flowers that look like a blurred watercolour painting. My other spend (actually two) was on two Lladro ballerinas, one of which I bought as a birthday present for me which we're going to collect from Bolton in the next few days. Now - what have you treated yourselves to?
ReplyDeleteI'm special-eyes-ing! Changed my optician to my OH's for convenience and was told I was a mega-candidate for cataract removal in both eyes because my very shortsightedness is also badly impaired by them and some residual scars left by a viral eye infection in the mid-seventies - Yo let's get it done! NHS referral chappie said I didn't have any or they were far too small to bother about, and it would be too risky, i.e. could lose my sight altogether. Optician furious with him so went private. What a difference that decision has made to my life! Not only is he a specialist in this area, he found that my left and worst eye was rather special as it is unusually long so he had a special lens made and I had the op a week ago today. I've not just regained my long-distance vision but all the colours are so much more intense. Although the total cost wasn't mega-bucks like you might think, I am very lucky to have some spare cash under the bed and it was so worth it. It seems you have to be almost blind before the NHS even considers putting you on their list, then how long do you have to wait before all the departments involved along with their various documents, letters of referral, IT system problems meaning you are sometimes given the wrong date, or "You're down on my list to have an enema today so we inserted a catheter. It should have read "Removal of a cataract in the left eye. I wondered why someone wrote on your forehead 'This way up'!
ReplyDeleteLove the last two lines...
ReplyDeleteGlad you're getting straight again - it must be awful waiting, but you're on the mend - so keep mending!
That's the last I'm going to mention about my recent eye op or people will be getting overdosed on it! Next is 4th July so it should be a totally independent day for me - ha!
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