I AM HERE

 

Can you sense my whispering?

A little song in your ear

Now that I am gone

Nobody else can hear

I'll just linger on and I am sure, you'll be fine

I did not want to leave see, that choice was not mine.

Cause it was my time,

Cause it was my time!

But I'll leave this behind

And I'm sure you'll find,

Cause it was my time.

I Am Here

I'll follow you to all the places we knew

I Am Here

All the memories we shared, yeah we had a few.

I Am Here

All the people have left, that we once loved and knew

But they live between me and you.

I just want to say, as time slips on by,

The love we both made, won’t fade away or die

See I know it will stay, I know it to be true,

Well be together one day,

I'll keep loving you,

Cause it was my time

Cause it was my time

And I'll leave this behind

And I'm sure you'll find

Cause it was my time...

I Am Here

I'll follow you through all the places we knew

I Am Here

All the memories we shared, yeah we had a few

I Am Here

All the people have left, that we once loved and knew

But they live between me and you.

© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

SECRET PROTECTOR

 

A treasure you are, restricting you are, invisible too.

However, there are very good reasons to change and not forget you.

If I forget for too long a toxic infection may lay me down low, with a temperature running right through me.

I really must remember not to keep you in too long, as you need regular changes.

A partnership we will enjoy through sport, rest and play until age severs our friendship, one fine day.

© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

DINNER SERVICE

 

Such beauties as these and the memories attached, now lounge in cupboards at the very back.

Too precious to risk in shaking hands or  heaven forbid.

The detergent's aggressive cleaning swipes, lifting the gold leaf and taking it for a non-return ticket ride.

It is with hope I write that they are saved and brought out for stories to be told, of when they were used on great family gathering days.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

DELICIOUS FUDGE QUEEN

 

Anyone for fudge, from Heather the fudge Queen? You have to earn it, nothing comes free.

Give her good service, or help her friends, the fudge will come your way, with a smile, twinkling eyes and a laugh that seems to linger when she has left the room.

It could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, or promises of more now and then extended.

Flavours potluck, just what lurks in the cupboard and is magically mixed in. To appear in a clean but very interesting old biscuit tin.

2021 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

DANCING MEMORIES

 

There is nothing quite as challenging as ballroom dancing as a beginner. 

The surrendering over of body and mind to one another and slowly together faultlessly following the thrill of the music. 

The addiction is complete when you are no longer dodging feet, the rhythm controls you together and swings you magically on.

For years dancing was my challenge, my relaxation, till an accident stopped it all. 

Yet when the music is right, in my head the heavenly feeling comes right back, I am dancing again. 

Enjoy every moment in the knowledge by putting yourself out there, you are encouraging new dancers and taking retired dancers with the music in enthralling enchantment around the floor. 

Wonderful, have fun!

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

CARING TOGETHER

 

My thoughts today are with any protracted illness. 

Exhaustion sets in, normal familiar relationships change. 

It is harder to laugh, have a normal conversation, be in another room. 

The yearning for someone to share the hours of sleepless nights, cook a meal. 

Yet no one comes knocking!

The guilt when hurtful words are spoken and immediately regretted as they were not meant, just exhaustion talking. 

Guilt at wanting free time away from the sickbed, to be yourself. 

Immense frustration and sadness at not being able to magic the loved ones' pain away and make them better. 

The desperation of both for sleep, circumstances various prevents them.

Yet strong love and memories keep them supportively together. 

Hoping for normal family times ahead.

This is a sad situation many are sharing with loved ones, some for weeks others for years. 

If you know anyone caring for someone during an illness,

Offer your help for a few hours to allow the carer time to sleep, go to the shops, the hairdressers, or a coffee outside.

Those who have been in this sad situation, know how wonderfully valuable such help is.

It is a gift which we can give easily and will bring them all great relief and peace of mind at the moment. 

© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

SERIOUS THOUGHT ABOUT THE FUTURE

 

The future is always masked in mystery 

With folk unable or unwilling to see.

Many can see no further than here and now,

Yet in each country, 

town and village it is known to change is taking place.

Populations growing, droughts causing land and food destroying.

Flooding chasing those who can to seek other higher lands.

Political disagreement propel nation against nation,

Blasting into obliteration cities, towns, villages 

with mass evacuation? 

Refugees to be passed about and robbed ripe for exploitation.

Virus running free though the means to check them is available,

But misinformation incomprehensibly delivered by some is believed.

Condemning their communities to death with choking, 

gasping, fast-spreading deadly disease. 

Only at death's door do they start to implore for the vaccine 

they so callously ignored, now too late to receive.

As they are wrapped in their shroud 

and buried with few to mourn their passing.

Is that the future we seek? 

Is there a chance for change?

The time to act is now to save our planet the only one we have. 

Through the United Nations, 

the stark realisation has to be conveyed back

To all levels of our population, 

change is required and right now.

No plans to be watered down, 

they need extending if we want a chance to save the future

 for our children and their children’s future.

No man or woman can leave this world with wealth 

on their backs or in their hands.

We all leave as we came with nothing.

Can we not spend what wealth and effort 

we have now to save this blessed land.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

WHAT IS WRONG?

 

The light has gone from your day,

What is wrong?

The smile that always used to stay

Has disappeared now gone.

The songs you used to sing

Have lost their cheerful ring.

Nothing is so bad

To keep you down for long

Let me gather you close,

With kisses and hugs,

Return your face to the norm.

Nothing now is wrong.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

The Voice Of Mighty Quills

 

HEARTSTRINGS

 

True love is not always the romantic heady kind. It is just as powerful when it is moved to care for someone, human or animal in dire need.

At the moment there is much need for that type of love in our World. It is heartening to see efforts being made to assist distress on a massive scale in parts of the World at the moment.

Not just by governments but by heartstrings being pulled at all levels of society. No longer can each country be treated in isolation, as this Virus is no respecter of boundaries.

We need to help and support each other to vanquish this scourge, as we did in times past. By answering the pulls on our heartstrings.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

THE SNIFF

 

It started with a tickle in the nose, 

And a sneeze or two. 

Advancing on to a constant drip,

Before growing to a faster flow.

My immune system gathered up speed,

To battle a virus that dared to invade.

Reducing my diction to a squeak,

Hearing to a dulled-down sound. 

No crystal clear, distinctive normal ring.

“Could you repeat and louder speak please?”

The torrent started to thicken up.

Nose blowing, and awful coughing noise begins.

So others know it is a cold you are growing.

Friends stay away to keep this bug's friendship at bay.

You tuck yourself in, to prevent sharing.

And dose yourself with all you can.

Till the throbbing, and coughing stopped.

Your nose clears and your chest expands.

Battle won till the next time, it arrives unplanned.

2021 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

 

William Shakespeare, the Bard, many have the compulsion to read, his works at least once.

Others fail to see the gems laced within the pages, waiting for scholars to reveal their worth.

Yet others learn and recite word by word and line by line, stretched over a lifetime.

More in trepidation take to the stage, to enact the scenes he had meticulously created for actors to add excitement and colour too.

To capture new audiences, to keep the tales of Shakespeare the Bard, as fresh as when from his pen they rapidly flew, to capture the imagination of many.

2021 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

Happy Read A Book Day

 

SEEKING WISDOM

 

A Chief was very worried, he had to make a big decision for his tribe. They looked up to him, he could do no wrong, 

He was a hero. He felt there was too much pressure for him to carry, so he went to the sea.

He swam on the surface breathing slowly and deeply, trying to clear his thoughts.

It did not seem to work, so he took a deep breath and dived.

Swimming slowly through the seaweed beds, swaying on the ocean floor.

Suddenly he saw a seahorse, clinging upright to a weed trying to hide, to be ignored.

The chief called out to him and said: ‘How are you my friend, may I hitch a ride with you?

The sea horse said neither yes or no and brushed against him.

To the chief’s surprise, he found he had magically shrunk in size. He could ride with the seahorse swinging in and out with the tide.

As he rode he pondered the problem, much smaller now due to his shrinking. He realised, perhaps instead of being the all-knowing mighty one. He had to share the problem with everyone in the tribe. It was the best solution.

He thanked the sea horse for it’s company as it silently moved away. He pushed back up to the surface into the light of day.

Sharing his problem, the tribe grew in strength with added responsibility and pride.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

GRACE

 

Grace by name goodness by nature. 

She baked night and day to give cakes and biscuits away. She would open her tin, and share baking hidden within. One at a time they were given away.

Dull eyes shone, as the delights hit the tongue, provoking taste and memories, of times long past, leaving smiles to linger on.

Grace never did partake, it was for others, she steadily continues to bake. Leaving the magic of companionship behind.

Note: 

This is a true story about a lovely quiet lady, using her delicious shortbread biscuits to open up a conversation.

2021 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

AWARD OF RECOGNITION 2021

 

Award of Recognition from Haven for the World Writers 2021

COLE PORTER NIGHT

 

The evening began with music I did not know.

The magic started as the Cole Porter tunes swung into play,

The Jazz gripped the room and listeners started to sway.

Many taken back to their youth so far away.

Voices softly joined in the lyrics well known.

Remembering times long ago when in a Smokey room,

Love touched them with these beautiful tunes.

Memories to take away and enjoy another day.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

ROLLING RHYTHM ACROSS THE FLOOR

 

The samba and rumba’s had us swaying in our seats,

Music connecting each part of us with the hypnotic beat.

All thoughts left our minds as we were encouraged 

To lose ourselves in the rhythm.

Till the body’s swaying, eased all intruding thoughts away.

The drums called us to let go, and clap along.

While the piano added drama to the night

As the singer drew us in, when she started singing some familiar songs.

We could have stayed all night if the lights had not been dimmed,

Sending us out into the moonlight, 

Taking tunes to sing in harmony another day.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

I DO NOT NEED CHANGE ANYMORE!

 

I do not need Change anymore!

When young I used to follow fashion as best I could. On wages rather thin, leaving enough for slender encouraging food.

Trips on the bus to the flicks were good enough for us.Tucked up close, love blossomed in full view no hanky pan-key allowed. Now I need a cab to take me out.

With to Call to a friend for help and to lean on, and treat, to a lovely meal as it will be a special day, a birthday her’s or mine, no Champagne or Pimms this time.

Just ginger beer, an old favourite clinging on from the past. It will ensure my departure will be as elegant as I can manage. On limbs that wobble, in spite of firm walking stick directives from me.

I do not need change anymore!

My wardrobe is full of clothes I recycle, letting out or taking in depending on the shape I’m in. Shoes stay till frayed or scuffed, they cost so much, leaving a gaping hole in the budget. Plus larger sizes have become uneconomic to make. Does anyone know of any good foot shrinking powder? Oh, dear flip flops it will have to be! Hats are no longer in, I adore mine now, as my hair is starting to thin. Huge handbags are the order of the day, but not for me. Mine works best if they are light and small, or else I can’t carry them at all.

I do not need change anymore!

My culinary delectations have dwindled too. What is wrong with a plate of stew, that you can actually see. Not Novo Cuisine, those tiny bits that coldly slip and slide, avoiding the biting, leaving hunger rumbling, with menus so enormous, they need a waiter's assistance in deciphering. Even the desserts are incomprehensibly foreign to me. Where is the apple pie? Rhubarb crumble? Favourites of mine.

Are they part of the change this time?

My curtains when new were the very best it is true. Now faded like me, need a vigorous shake to make them brush up again and hang like new. No need for the latest household fashion, garish and uncomfortable for me to sit and view. Bathrooms are places to speedily pass through, as it costs money to keep them at the optimum temperature, for our elderly frames to spend many minutes lingering there too.

We never seemed to worry back in the past, money seemed to last and last.

All the equipment, for the TV, radio, media recording, much too complicated for my simple understanding and controlling, with manuals enormous and print almost invisible to read. I prefer knobs big and shiny, easy to grip and switch with a stiff wrist.

And I love books where I can handily reach them, comfortably close nearby. Not involving a dangerous obstacle trip and slip across the floor. Just so visitors can see a lovely tidy room.

Now I arrive at my greatest change and inconvenience. My Bank no longer resembles the friendly one I knew, anymore. It is hanging on by a thread, and will soon be shred. It’s all done on the internet, a human is rarely met. Conversing with a computer does not have the same appeal. Crooks called hackers with unusual zeal, seem to enter and steal, our hard-earned savings with dexterity, lack of conscience and ease. We have to be on guard, with passwords at the ready, with questions to answer, to make sure I am not a robot. Finally enabling me to access my essential, precious banking, my security secure again. The anxiety during the process is hard to brush away, it hangs around tends to stay. 

Trust has gone out the window, never thought I would see the day. A rumour is spreading, it will be our cash which will be disappearing next.

How on Earth will we manage then? 

With children’s pocket money, gift’s of cash to friends and family enabling them to treat themselves to something, they might really like. Helping Charities with collecting tins will become a thing of the past. As for the homeless on the street, how do we help them?They have no homes, internet, or bank account, yet will always be around and disconnected, don’t they count?

I do not need change anymore, it is too fast for me.

I no longer seek change for change's sake that is for sure, I certainly do not seek change bravely now, as I did before. I just want to stay as I am, till the end, when I can slip quietly away. Leaving this new world to the young, who will understand and move things on, just as we had to do.

How comfortable are you with change?

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

WRITING IS NOW MY CALLING

 

My grammatical rules and spelling can be hit and miss

Punctuation an academic would find appalling.

I cannot stop the words being written.

From brain to pen transferred to wrist,

They speedily keep falling.

There seems no end as far as I can see.

Writing is now my calling.

Words and feelings released, where fear once blocked,

For what they are worth, not an educational failure.

Some of us no matter how often taught,

In different ways are unable to retain,

The wonders of the written word.

They appear as language strangers.

Writing is now my calling.

The joy of inhibition cast aside,

Emotions good and bad released from the inside.

Tumbling free, exposing some of the real me.

It is healthy to keep part of emotional control intact,

As you do not know how those reading will react.

The freedom of the written word means,

Writing is now my calling.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

LITERARY CERTIFICATE 2021

 

MOTIVATIONAL STRIPS 3RD ANNIVERSARY 

LITERARY FESTIVAL CERTIFICATES 2021

Social media had witnessed one of the world’s greatest literary celebrations from 19 to 21 June, being Motivational Strips' 3rd Anniversary Literary festival.

Year on year, the MS anniversary celebrations have been a joy to the global literary diaspora where the world writers unite and celebrate their success of having created the world’s most active writers forum.

But this year we had decided to do it differently by keeping it as a festival. We dedicate this year’s celebration to the departed writer’s friend and a great leader Late Kairat Duissenov Parman, founder of our associate Union World Nations Writers Union.

MOTIVATIONAL STRIPS CONNECTION

A personal invitation began my introduction

Leading on to the amazing connection

To new friends in many lands.

It was through the writing and reading of words

I began to understand their lives

And they learned more about me and mine.

As time passed and writings and friendships grew

We shared sad, sometimes terrifying times,

Wrought by both nature and mankind.

As pens flew seeking help, in the only way they knew.

With our pens declaring our sorrow,

Attempt to raise spirits and help them face the morrow.

We celebrate new friendships and marriages

Joyously share birthdays, our own and the newborn.

Write poems of exquisite love in many tongues,

Read by all with clever translations.

With the pens taking us to amazing places.

Which in our lifetime we could never hope to go.

Each poem or story takes our knowledge of each other,

Further, as our pens relax with the growth of respect and trust.

Our words hopefully help peace in our troubled world.

We are a family of writers, poets, and world speakers.

No matter where we go there is a chance we will meet.

Other members, good friends of Motivational strips.

© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

GOLDEN BADGE 2021

CONGRATULATIONS TO PENNY WOBBLY 

ON HER GOLDEN BADGE 2021

Motivational Strips since it’s inception two years ago has always honoured and awarded talented writers worldwide, based on the strength of their, periodic, momentary and routine literary skills with the powerful pen. Mutual interaction in literary as well cordial terms and literary precision are two factors that impress the administration committee.

The golden badge was awarded to exceptional literary merits based on the script value. Thoughts have insight and acceptance when it’s directed towards the betterment of mankind and living sources. Thus a prolific writer from Great Britain has enthralled the world with a powerful uplifting message.

The relevance of this quote is huge during the pandemic era where the physical proximity in sharing affection is curbed for health reasons.

Today Motivational Strips Global Administration takes happiness in awarding the coveted golden badge to Penny Wobbly - Country: UK

For the wonderful quote, she had inspired us all with. 

Her certificate for the same issued by Motivational Strips and Gujarat Sahitya Academy will follow soon.

Motivational Strips Global Administration

THE QUOTE THAT WON HER THE GOLDEN BADGE:

“The absence of real touch does not dwindle the feelings remembered”

Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

CERTIFICATE OF HONOUR 2020

 

HAVEN FOR THE WORLD WRITERS 2020

Author Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Haven for the World Writers is a platform where every lover of literature unites through the instrumentality of their quills and Ink by coming together as a single entity in the spirit of camaraderie/brotherhood to advance the cause of literature

It's a forum for those who show interest in the field of literature to showcase their talents and help to harness the latent potential in others. 

CERTIFICATE FOUNDER´S ADVISOR 2020

 

HAVEN FOR THE WORLD WRITERS

Haven for the World Writers is happy to announce the appointment of Penny Wobbly as the founder´s Advisor, who will use her wealth of experience in literature and poetry to better the lot of everyone.

She has a platform called WobblingPen which is primarily meant for storytelling, art and information, education and humor.

Wobbly is from the United Kingdom and her writing is influenced by everyday life. she writes stories for adults and children.

Her platform helps to spread love, good news, stories and poems, promoting the work of talented new writers.

Congratulations our esteemed Advisor 

WORLD LITERARY PRIZE 2019

 

Author Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

WORLD POETIC STAR

World Nations Writers Union Honours 244 Writers and Poets, selected from 66 Countries.

We being the world’s largest Writers Union, decided to honour the globe’s best writers from various nations.

LOOKING BACK

 

Looking back and walking forward,

Is a bit hard to do?

So snip the strands of doubt,

Holding you back,

Propelling you forward.

Now nothing is stopping you.

© 2021 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

EVENTS WOBBLINGPEN

 

2023

- WobblingPen Store Facebook & Instagram

- WobblingPen Trilogy Audiobooks - Stories & Poems for Relaxation & Travel 

- Storytelling with Penny Wobbly at Hook and Chessington Library 

- The Christmas Literary Honors by Motivational Strips

- Ebook 1 and 2  "Stories & Poems for Relaxation & Travel"

2022

- Stories & Poems for Relaxation & Travel with Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen 1

- Children's Stories on a Journey 1

- Certificate of Literary Rabindranath Tagore by Motivational Strips

- WobblingPen Stories on Bharath Vision and Motivational Strips

2021

- Jury of Grow Your Buds Poetry Rendition Contest

- The Voice Of Mighty Quills talk show episode 8

- Certificate The Voice Of Mighty Quills

- Anniversary Literary Festival, Certificate by Motivational Strips

- Award Golden Badge by Motivational Strips

- Award of Recognition by Haven for the World Writers

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at New Zealand

- Storytelling Charity and Esmeralda at New Zealand

- WobblingPen Stories on Bharath Vision and Motivational Strips

- Collaboration by The Two Friendly Poets

2020

- Release of the book Bird Fables

- Blog WobblingPen

- Certificate by Haven World Writers

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at New Zealand

- Storytelling Charity and Esmeralda at New Zealand

- Age Concern Meeting at Kerikeri

- Society of Authors New Zealand Meeting

- WobblingPen Stories on Bharath Vision and Motivational Strips

- Collaboration by The Two Friendly Poets

2019

- Release of the book Satu Stories

- Release of the book Lily Tales

- World Literary Prize Global Poetic Star

- Platinum Certificate of Honour Literary Excellence

- Facebook Stories for Children with Wobbly 

- Facebook Lily Tales and Satu Stories

- Battersea's Big Day Out

- Thumbs Up It's Thursday Storytelling

- Storytelling of Mischievous Cats for Halloween

- Women's Institutes Meeting

- Radio Interview to Alan Johnson of Poets Narrative

- WobblingPen Poems on NGAGE CAFÉ

- WobblingPen Poems on The Dear John Show

- Writers as Carers Group Webinars

- Society of Authors Awards

- Collaboration by The Two Friendly Poets

2018

- Writers as Carers Group Webinars

- Society of Authors Awards

- Collaboration by The Two Friendly Poets

2017

- Website and Facebook WobblingPen

- First Song release "I Am Here"

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at Wags N Tales

- Society of Authors Awards

- The London Book Fair

- Writers as Carers Group Meeting

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at New Zealand

2016

- Audio stories with a musical introduction called Catching a Story and Capturing The Moment

- Women's Group Storytelling with WobblingPen

- Storytelling with WobblingPen for Children, Romania

2015

- The London Book Fair

2014

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at Hook Library

2013 - 2005

- Storytelling with WobblingPen on Schools Events

- Storytelling with WobblingPen on Hospitals Events

2004

- Canine Partners Talk

2003

- Storytelling with WobblingPen at Black Prince Cruise