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Beyond my four walls

I don’t think you can ever get bored looking out of a window. The scene changes minute on minute from the lighting to the colours to the moods. An ever changing gallery when we stop to look past the familiar to the wonders around us and enjoy every observation. So good for the soul.

Beyond my four walls

Poetry

Today marks the first anniversary of Ginz&Tonic.  A year ago I pledged to post at least one poem a day for a year to raise awareness of the work of stars.org.uk.  You can read more here.  It’s been a fabulous year and 550 poems I remain so very grateful for all the support that you have all given and of course, remain, thankful for the work of stars.org.uk who continue to be such a valuable service for those who experience unexplained loss of consciousness.  If you would like to know more – why not check them out.

Poetry

The essence of my heart
True dreams, beliefs and more
The past, the now and future paths`
Expressions open door

Words paving through the banks of time
Emotions rolling tide
The tempest finding harmony
For calmness to reside

The soul dancing on open page
The eyes all gleaming bright
And harbinger of sentiment
Sensations perfect sight

Evoking feelings’ passion
Imagination’s fire
Aesthetic voice that weaves as one
Notions that might inspire

Extending past the stanza to
Paint pictures; imagery
Drawing in letters, rhymes and verse
A little bit of me

GinzandTonic

Sonnet to Love Lost

Your love that shines forth as a summer’s day
Across the seas of passion wild and free
With rays that warm, that sing, that always play
Your heart that bleeds rose blood always for me
The petals of a flower that never fade
The sky that holds the universe as one
The depths of love that swells in life’s parade
The sun that warms, the stars my soul hath won
But yet you walk, you turn and disappear
Your coldness like the icecap swiftly breaks
Your eyes empty, indifferent not so dear
Your love now lost; your heart in tidal wake
        Still I will know that you have once loved me
        For love holds true in all eternity

Only Time... (49854383)

Only Time… (49854383) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

St George’s Day

English Reserve has gone too far
Been stifled for too long
Been closeted behind closed doors
The tight lipped English Song
That’s never sung; that’s never said
That fails to rear its head
To even stop just for a day
And paint the town so red
To celebrate the saint, Saint George
The knight who dragon slay
Upholding his faith to the end
To walk the Christian way
The man whose legend goes beyond
A story to a realm
A kingdom that unites all else
To stand right at the helm
The land who green and pleasant lands
Have paved through history
A reason to shout out about
My England; great country!

Today, April 23rd is St George’s day, England’s national day.  Usually a low key event, this year (2014) national pride is being promoted with celebrations around the country to mark its Patron saint whose feast day has been on this day since 1350.

Flag of England

Flag of England (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part IX Nine Ladies Dancing

Day Nine in our Twelve Part meander through the Twelve Days of Christmas.  Partridge is really fed up now – he’s no party creature and isn’t impressed!  But who turns up next to jolly antics in “his” garden?  For the whole poem click here

Then with aghast he looks again
And there he thinks he spies
Some ladies who have come to join
The party in disguise

For in their heads are feathers and
Some masks across their face
The ladies who are dancing too
With birds – what a disgrace!

They dance about the garden and
The patio it’s true
Some dressed in pink and some in red
And other’s draped in blue

They practice all the party tunes
And sing out loud as well
The ladies dancing happily
For all think this is swell

A Christmas party picking up
That’s going with a swing
There’s quite a crowd of fowl and fair
That’s really quite startling

But who should care just what they do
For all are having fun
Well all except the old partridge
Who thinks his days are done

 

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part II Two Turtle Doves

They landed in the garden in
A duo as a pair
Two doves cuddled on a love swing
A love swing swinging there!

They coo in perfect harmony
They cuddle up above
They’re staring in each other’s eyes
Content in perfect love

Content in their own company
Two doves to think as one
Just swinging on the love seat in
The garden just for fun

But what about the Partridge sat
Up in the same old tree
With frozen feet and threat of pie
Sat there obstinately

What makes these two small love birds sit
And coo to wake him so
For the tree is getting crowded
Why can’t they up and go

“Go off to tree tops different
To coo all you may like”
Says disgruntled frozen partridge
“Go scram – get out my sight”

“For this is really my old tree
I simply hate to share
So shoo” he says to turtle doves
“Fly hence – Get out my hair!”

This is a continuum of our Christmas take on the Twelve Days Of Christmas in 12 parts.  To see the whole poem build day by day please visit the link above or click here to the 12 days of Christmas.

Slumberbell

At the bottom of the garden
Upon the ancient well
A black cat sits a mewing
With a story now to tell
About a little fairy
All dressed in silver threads
And her mythical folklore magic
That children cherish in their heads

For every single evening
When the moon and stars shine bright
She visits each and every child
To help them through the night
For as they shut their sleepy eyes
She sprinkles them with sand
A fairy dust with mystic powers
Visions of distant lands

Then as her dustings settle
She promises them that she’ll
Return to them in morning
With a treat to make them feel
So good about the fact
That they stayed right in their beds
And slept all sound, right through the night
With sweet dreams as sleepyheads

And then when sun arises
She will once again return
And leave her promised offering
For each good child in turn.
And then she’ll vanish in the daytime
As children start to tell
The story of this fairy
That they know as ‘Slumberbell’.

Slumberbell

When my children were little we used to tell them the story of Slumberbell to encourage them to sleep in their beds knowing they were safe and sound. In the morning, if they were still there, rather than all four children being crammed into our bed a bit like “10 in a bed”, they would wake up to find a little chocolate mouse in a fairy sized tin under their pillow and so Slumberbell became a much loved fairy in our house!

Audio visual available at http://youtu.be/5FG1xlIgtsU

 

Endless Love

As the tide goes out
And life ebbs away
As the moon wanes
At the end of the day

As the dawn turns to dusk
And the sun begins to set,
Will you still love me
Or will you forget?

Will you still cherish?
Will you endear?
Will you move away
Or will you stay near?

Will you remember me?
Will you still care?
Will you caress me
And your love still declare?

Will you send random texts
That I adore and that surprise?
Will you call me with poetry
For your love to surmise?

Will you kiss me as often?
Will you love me as much?
Will you tell me all these things
With the same heart felt touch?

Will our love be forever?
Will it last, will it be true?
When the sun sets on the horizon
Will you want me with you?