Death is the final part of life.
When words unspoken remain unsaid.
Returning to haunt you unexpectedly from time to time instead.
So release your words as a final message to remain at peace after that.
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I have had a lifelong barrier, fear of writing a word.
I am intellectually and verbally firm, but when I put it down on paper things go very wrong.
Form filling is a nightmare if there is a need for elaboration and creative wording about my career expectations.
I hunt through and choose short easy familiar words instead of expansive, creative, flowing, intellectually-shaking wonderful words.
Oh, I know them, they are very familiar to me and I long to use them with a creative flourish, if only my brain could be attached to paper without the use of a pen.
If I could think them down, see them cascading over the page in fluent
picturesque abundance.
Now I have discovered a wonderful key! Spell-check, it's part of my computer package.
Now I am set free, I can't stop writing; words are pouring out from me.
Alright, sometimes I am stumped when I am given a choice and a dictionary is needed to finish the word I really mean,
On one or two occasions I still make an error but, oh gosh, it is getting better and better.
Now I will show you!
The world of words has swung open for me, I am free!!!
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Let not justice linger in anyone’s pocket.
It’s job is to search for the truth and remain fair and free for the protection of us all.
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Let truth fly to deter a lie.
Otherwise, life as we know it will wither and die.
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Swanning along, swans on the Thames have their yearly health check today.
No idea how they manage that: they are powerful birds, always on the move.
It is a tradition going back a thousand years and is called Swan Upping.
The swans are the property of the Sovereign, now King Charles III.
Swans used to be a delicacy, but now they are carefully protected.
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As a writer,
I love my travel time,
As it takes me on new adventures.
I meet new people
And gather more wonderful stories.
Writing never seems to stress me,
It is a long-suppressed joy!
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Once the connection started,
Thoughts began flowing through,
Creating a good emotional storytime.
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Searching eyes raised to the clear night sky.
Following the flow of the Milky Way.
Where stars are cuddled in clouds of dust,
There in uncountable time they are born and fade away.
We acknowledge we are too small to matter,
In this immense and distant universal scatter.
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Stories and Poems for Relaxation and Travel
A second collection of 24 stories, this eBook is a journey of life, with a few retrograde historical additions to add to your fun and enjoyment. Some are true and others have a slight twist.
This eBook was created to help with travel relaxation.
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As night falls and homes light up, sheltering all within thankfully safe for the night.
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When there is so much suffering around, the urge for honest glimpses and sharing of happiness has great appeal.
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Be sure not to close the door of your life completely.
Leave it open just a little crack.
So when the storm is over,
You can gently ease your way back.
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It's time to be honest, as lies do not work here anymore.
Let the truth push back strongly where lies once pushed it over.
So Peace may be restored in our time.
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We often have moments on the way to do something, when we forget what it was we were on the way to do. On the way back you remember.
I have christened them HOPITY DICKITY MOMENTS.
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When strolling the seafront one evening, the silence of the beach caused memories to spring into view.
Whisks of feelings tantalised till they became important to renew.
The Punch and Judy shows, the first donkey pat and ride.
The memory of candy floss and toffee apples almost produces a taste again inside.
As I stretch my imagination to hear once again children’s laughter and cries.
Games of bat and ball were arranged and with a bucket and spade there soon appeared rows of sand pies.
Sandwiches homemade with cakes to follow tasted so much better with a light touch of sand.
The calls of, ‘Please I am thirsty can I have a drink?‘
Out of the bag would appear bottles of orange juice, sarsaparilla for us children, and flasks of hot tea for appreciative adults to consume.
Books appeared and sunglasses as well, for a cosy read or a mystery to solve.
The sun was a pleasure or a curse, on the skin so recently exposed, as umbrellas were erected in colourful profusion trying hard to protect.
Sometimes they were flung into comical confusion when a strong wind blew we did not expect.
Some I remembered rolled along the sand escaping rescuing hands. To ride upside-down out to sea, to a future totally unplanned.
At the end of the day tired children very reluctantly left the sand: trailing buckets, spades and wet costumes holding a parent’s hand.
As the local brass band played it’s final tune, packed up and left the bandstand.
Oh, they were days to remember simple it is true, many friendships and romances started on the shifting sand.
I drew my coat around me a bit firmer and turned my back on the sea, taking all the revived memories back home with me.
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Oh, summer have you lost your way?
It is northern breezes we need to wrench winter away.
Instead, the battle between you two is dragging on.
When you reach out to lift the gloom, winter fights back with fierce storms to chase, every ray of sunshine you send to warm our place.
The seeds in the soil down below no longer know which way to go.
Soil is eroding from the fields into the rivers, for fish to flee or suffer dangerous clogged-up gills.
Heating we are longing to put off to save the bills.
So stoke up your boilers and let heat fly free not too much mind, as we do not need over heating.
Push the bombastic winter on it’s way, to another country where their welcome mat is out.
For you to dance, shout, storm about dropping rain.
So they can thrive and carry on living again.
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Here comes Summer, longed for all year through, school holidays are now fast approaching, too.
Exams will soon be over. What shall we do?
The choices vary between us, as our ages dictate.
Some will be restrained by parents with controlled play.
Others will have holidays abroad by boat or plane.
Budgets for many are oh so tight, they can’t afford such delight.
A part-time job, perhaps the first, comes into sight, an experience some might remember for the rest of their lives.
Summer is a potpourri of feelings, not all dependent on the weather.
Sometimes friendships long cemented become fragmented.
New relationships burst into view, changing everything.
Ideas that have been churning around have time to expand.
Before you know it, a new business could be planned.
House reviews come to fruition: do we need all the clutter we have?
Wails of distress when you have to let go of things from the past.
Negotiations are required to retain those you love the most.
Summer weather can be a friend or foe.
It can disrupt, causing wails of despair when best-laid plans go awry.
An overabundance of sun interferes with travel and play.
Heatstroke can put you to bed for a couple of days.
Pets too can suffer, needing special care and no middle-of-the-day walks, otherwise, burnt paws may cause a trip to the vet and pain for your pet.
Carry plenty water to drink in the car; never lock and leave children or pets unattended in hot weather.
Just the right amount of sun is such fun and brings out the best in almost everyone.
Rain so needed can be such a pest when it pours in deluges, destroying all the fun plans that you had so carefully made.
Quick thinking: rearrange everything indoors.
For others, it saves watering the garden, refreshing the lawn, filling up ornamental or fish ponds.
For some, it can bring destruction and despair to homes, animals and food-bearing land.
Yet it can be fun playing in the cooling rain, in puddles which appear and then simply vanish once more.
So, Summer so longed for, be kind to us, please.
Just the right amount of sun and rain for us to enjoy.
For holidays abroad with no energy and mood-draining queues.
The enjoyment of plans long in the making, just as envisaged.
House repairs and decluttering ticked off the to-do list.
Relationships repaired that had been showing some painful cracks.
New friends made, so we can look back and say, “Do you remember that Summer? Wasn’t it great?”
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Welcome to the garden, welcome to It’s peace!
Enjoy the scent of the flowers, listen to the bees!
Fine tune your hearing for the bird song,
For water music tinkling in the breeze.
Sit and slide bit by bit into a truly relaxing mood.
Reach out from time to time for a tempting cake to eat,
With refreshing drinks hot and cold to slowly and comfortably sip.
Listening to garden stories, no matter if they send you gently to sleep.
Just try to keep to a limit any unexpected snoring, please.
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When wandering out onto the deck,
To feel the sun and wind collectively.
Testing if warm enough to hold my ground,
To be bathed in the tang of the sea.
Nostrils tantalised by orange blossom scent,
Freely flowing around and around.
With bees singing,
Their buzzing collecting song.
The wind lifted my hair lightly to cool my scalp,
What bliss I am unable to resist.
So stand wallowing in contentment,
At the first hint of a Touch of Summer.
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Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!
With the joy of living pouring out of me.
Words of feeling to share around,
To help feet strengthen on the ground.
Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!
With my body in rhythm swaying.
Telling a story to lift spirits,
To take them to a joyous place.
Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!
With my heart releasing.
Each word with as much feeling,
To send everyone into happiness reeling.
Sing, sing, sing!
Everybody sing, sing, sing!
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Come closer, come closer, let me whisper.
Come closer, come closer, let me say
How much you have meant to me as my husband
Every night and every day.
We have not always been angels; that would not be true.
Our sharp words of disagreement fly by in a moment or two.
As we support ourselves and others with our love and wisdom during lives well lived.
Come closer, come closer, let me whisper.
Come closer come closer, let me say
Now we are getting older, time speeds faster, it seems.
We take longer to do simple, remembered things.
Memories become a little confusing, and names are difficult to recall.
We back one another in sorting them into order once more.
Our delight at the ring of the doorbell when someone comes to call.
The sharing of new stories as we retell ones from our past recalled and recalled.
Come closer, come closer, let me love you.
Come closer, come closer, let me say
Our youthful passions have dwindled, yet love has grown.
A touch, a smile, a laugh, a look kindles a tingle every time.
Our pledge of love, long-lasting, staying together is true.
As we take one day after another, sedately muddling through.
How about a cuddle and a kiss? We are never too old for love.
Something we are so glad we have had together and never missed.
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Don’t let me say I love you when I don’t.
Don’t let me say you are wonderful when you are not.
Don’t let me accept all the beatings and bruises, while keeping a smile in place.
Let me keep getting stronger and stronger.
Let me build my self-worth a bit at a time.
Let me tuck away a bit of humour to support me.
Reminding me of the approaching better times.
Soon I will face the future without you.
Soon I will do everything I want to.
Soon I will be beautiful again with no bruises shining through.
Music will send my heart singing and maybe a dance or two.
Now I feel confident I am on my way.
Now I will have a new place to stay.
Now I feel ready to live a new life on my own.
Oh, what an adventure; a bit scary maybe.
However, it will be my life, run only by me.
I have cut the strings and I am now free of you.
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I was sitting restfully for a moment after an active afternoon when screeches of terror shattered my peace again and again.
An animal in trouble: what and where might it be? I listened for a second or two, trying to decide which way to go.
Then a dog barked and growled aggressively around the side of the house. My first thought was that the dachshund had come for a return visit.
I headed for the front door, anxiously wondering what I would find. The screeching continued, seeming to come from across the front lawn.
On opening the door, I caught sight of a young fox running towards the main gate, still crying pitifully in terror.
I equally anxiously clapped to attract the animal’s attention; the dog went on to join a couple in the lane; the fox ran back in, still screeching.
Streaking across the lawn, it headed straight for a neighbour's solid wooden gate.
I gasped in despair: what are you doing? Only to see it flatten on the ground, squeeze its way under the gate and vanish.
The cries ceased and peace returned. I just hope it did not receive any injuries in the encounter.
My other hope is it finds another escape route, as it was a young, growing fox and might not be able to wriggle under the gate much longer.
Take care, my young friend, take care.
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Please give me some shoes and rhythms I can dance to.
A flute, fiddle and drums rhythms I relate to so well.
So play away till the music reaches my feet and my toes.
A tap here, a flick and click there, then tap, tap, tap again.
Legs elevated one at a time in a straight line.
Arms raised to add to the story.
Elegantly displaying my skirt’s twirling from time to time.
A stamp loudly and loudly again, as the music challenges me to follow.
Faster, faster, faster, faster!
Stamp, stamp!
Tap, flick, click!
Tap, tap, tap!
My breath is quickening, how much longer can I keep in step.
The final beat and note comes and the music ends, my feet stop and arms drop.
Applause rings out, I am now a proud Irish step dancer.
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Sat at the piano in a depressed mood. My hands lingered on the lower keys.
A song I attempted to sing was too low for me.
Moving my fingers to a higher key, the mood struggled along to follow me.
I went an octave higher and suddenly, they snuggly managed to fit and a song I did produce.
Bravely, I moved yet once more, and a delicious change took place.
The sweetest sound did at last emerge, to chase away my dour lament.
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Follow the tune and open up your eyes.
Feel it trickle through every part you know.
With its gentle calling, move each limb to start following.
Breathe deeply, relax and drop your shoulders.
Stand tall and tighten up your core.
With the tune in mind, sweep your arms in time as though gently parting still water.
Move forward, rising and falling on heels as you move off, then on your toes.
Before you know it, you will be dancing to the tune, entrancing.
I hope I have got that right.
If not, take warning, find a supporting partner and enjoy a lovely time.
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The first morning after the last farewell.
One remembered painfully so very well.
Each anniversary a week, a month, a year.
Will return feelings reviving a tear.
Time will never erase the ties of love.
Just makes them more bearable as it slips forever onwards.
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In field and field and roadside edges, you burst into life in pristine white display, with small yellow faces.
Swaying in gathering sheets of white giving generations years of delight.
Daisies continue your brilliant showing to help the endangered insects to keep on growing.
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A treat: a bacon toastie grasped ready for the first bite, a cup of tea steaming gently close at hand, as we huddled together to make an outdoor trip plan. The decision was made, to the Ferring Country Centre we would go.
On arrival, we saw animals in the outdoors; hens, rabbits, ducks in a ring, sunning out of the chilling wind. There were goats, some standing high on a fake castle wall. They always have to do that, to lord it over us all. Others poked their heads over the fence to the next enclosure where the grass was so green and freshly tender. They practised the art of daylight robbery, with no qualms at all.
Further on were the Alpacas, some resting and chewing the cud, others sitting looking at us majestically, wondering why we were improperly dressed, with no thick woollen hats just like theirs attached so cutely to the tops of their heads.
We watched the budgerigars flitting through from cage to cage, jabbering away, stopping for a cuddle, a snack, and a stare back wondering perhaps why we did not have other things to do.
Photos taken, we moved into the cafe for cappuccinos, milkshakes, and a cake, before setting off for the main task of the day: new plants and compost for hanging basket revivals, to keep them colourfully swinging all summer long.
My granddaughter, too, had her time on the swings and one two other things.
Into the greenhouses, we went to choose the plants and meet some of the gardeners who worked hard to grow them from seed. They do an amazingly good job and enjoy doing it, too.
Back to the checkout to pay up and look good. Trolleying our purchases back to the boot of the car and clambering in, we declared it had been a great day out!
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I was sitting quietly in my back lounge, trying to avoid the national political debate that had been heralded all week. Each candidate was examined critically, from every possible angle, for strengths and weaknesses. Each utterance was scrutinised almost clinically for any deviation from the truth. Every hesitation was pounced on for signs of exaggeration or incompetence.
I needed peace and quiet, so I retreated with Lily to write something. We settled together on the couch, glad to be away from all the hassle and noise.
I started writing, just getting into my stride, when Lily took off like a jet-propelled rocket, skidding to a stop at the glass door, spinal fur raised as a warning noise rattled in her throat. Intrigued, I arose to see what had attracted her interest, thinking it might be one of the fox family who lived in our garden.
To my amazement, I was facing a black and brown dachshund which was wagging its tail in a very friendly manner. Lily, on the other hand, was showing who was boss in this establishment.
I quickly retreated, closing all the doors one after the other as I moved through the house to the front door. Stepping onto the porch, I called soft doggy noises, trying to encourage the dog to come to me. Sadly, I was not speaking the right language or one she understood. So I retreated to get my walking stick before proceeding outdoors; not to protect me against the dog, just to keep upright.
Going around the house and finding the side gate open, I wondered if it had just wandered in; maybe her people were looking for their dog in the lane or along the main road.
As I entered the back garden, there was my stranger, standing looking at me, with tail wagging in friendship, and with Lily bashing the glass in fury with her paws. Calling the dog over, I was delighted when it followed me around to the front of the house. Things then turned serious, as I had no lead or rope to restrain my wandering new friend. We are near a lane and a main road, both heavily used by traffic.
So, seeing a collar, I made a grab for it, to see a dangling bone-shaped name, address and telephone number. Only one problem: my eyesight is not very good in the rapidly approaching dusk.
Just at that moment, three knights (without shining armour) appeared in the lane. As a true lady in distress, I asked for help. They very kindly picked up the dog, read her collar information and called her owners to inform them that we had Sky. One of my knights held her uncomplaining in his arms until her owner appeared to claim her.
Once the handover was complete, I thanked my three knights and told them about WobblingPen and its gifts of stories, poems, and audiobooks available for them, if they wished and, if they liked them, to pass the links on to others.
Saying goodbye, we went our separate ways and I hurried indoors, suddenly feeling the chill of the approaching night and carrying a warm glow in my heart at the lovely encounter.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Penny Wobbly is a storyteller, writer, author and songwriter.
With over 3 decades of writing stories, Penny has a unique voice that shines through in her writing. giving her characters and stories a palpable spark!
Writing a novel was always her dream, with "Charity and Esmeralda" it became a reality. Now just needs to be published.
She received several Awards and Certificates from Motivational Strips and Haven for World Writers.
Penny loves cooking, taking care of Lily and spending time at the computer writing and talking with friends all over the world.
She lives in London with her husband and chosen extended family.
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This collection of 27 stories encourages you to explore themes of travel, nature, love, and life.
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Give me a giggle, give me a laugh!
Make my sides heave with a breathless gasp.
Let’s chase all the gloom away.
Give me a funny face or a clean comical joke.
To make me laugh and splutter when drinking my coke.
Do dance with lots of quick wriggly stuff.
Making everyone laugh as they try to copy us.
Changing partners and dancing with the jokes and laughs gently flowing.
Till the last dance with you, when filing our way out calling cheery greetings as we make our home.
Let’s keep the laughter going till our front door, where we will tap tap the knocker.
Laugh and laugh and giggle our way through the open door.
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I stood in silence, stealthily scanning the ocean shallows, prepared for the vicious snap.
To capture a dinner to swallow and regurgitate right back.
The ground shook and the fish dived, in disappointment, I stood.
I had forgotten the train timetable and lost my long-awaited food.
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