QUOTE

 

Engines run out of oil, no matter how important a journey, if no fuel is available. 

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THE KNIFE

 

A knife cold and deadly,

You pick up at your peril,

It comes not as your protector,

But to take your life as

You know it, as well. 

It does not matter

At which point you look.

One knife thrust takes it all.

As the perpetrator,

You will be incarcerated

Between four walls.

You will never walk,

Free proud and tall.

If you fall without letting go

You will be just another statistic,

Wrapped in your funeral shroud.

Your family will grieve and lament

Until none of them survives,

To remember your life at all.

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QUOTE

 

An abundance of self-love can be dangerous to others. Balance in all things makes living comfortable.

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Jumping Jack

I Am Here - WobblingPen

FINAL WORDS

 

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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THE BARRIER

 

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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JUSTICE

 

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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POWER OF TRUTH

 

Let truth fly to deter a lie.

Otherwise, life as we know it will wither and die.

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SWAN UPPING

 

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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Photo: Anna Almeida

Have You Seen My Smile Today

 

My Pen & I

 

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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POWER OF THE PEN

 

Once the connection started, 

Thoughts began flowing through, 

Creating a good emotional storytime. 

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THE SKY

 

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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E-Book

 

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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Stories and Poems for Relaxation and Travel Audiobook

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QUOTE

 

As night falls and homes light up, sheltering all within thankfully safe for the night. 

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I AM A WRITER

 

QUOTE

 

When there is so much suffering around, the urge for honest glimpses and sharing of happiness has great appeal.

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IMPERIAL GARDENS

 

BE SURE

 

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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IN SILENCE

 

TRUTH

 

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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THE CALL OF MUSIC

 

HOPITY DICKITY MOMENTS

 

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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ECHO´S FROM BEACHES PAST

 

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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THE RESULTS

 

OH, SUMMER!

 

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

 

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 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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