New Year Star

Through the clouds, silvered by the moon, so full.
A star shines out.
And calls me hither.
A single hand span above the land,
where the sun, In all her Winter glory
starts her day.
A star shines out,
And calls me on.
And there! Below her shining beauty that she has sung to me,
is my warm and welcome destination.
A home. Where ever I choose to roam,
And she has called me on.
Through the ice, and chilly air.
Where frozen snowflakes fall. One by one.
She shines out for all to see.
And although the black, and shining clouds do cover the darkening sky,
Racing each other joyously, across the frozen north,
Still, she shines for me.
31/12/2009.

On the way to a New Year pint, I thought of this.
Hope your New Year is as enjoyable.
Merry 2014.
Thank you for reading. xx

Pull of the heart,
Every day.
No way to deny it.
Don't pretend it don't hurt.
It is love, all the way.
But where do you go?
How can life carry on?
Are you allowed to laugh?
In the pain?
It's love that surrounds you,
That breaks your heart.
That holds you together in caring arms.
That allows you to laugh,
When you think you should cry.
Do not feel guilty as you live your life.
Know you are loved,
Whole, heart and soul.
With love in your heart,
No one ever truly goes.
Smile when you feel like it.
Cry when you must.
Life is for living.
No guilt, when you have loved.
01/08/2013

You would think I might have had enough of crocheting, after spending much of December trying to make pressents for family and friends but no.
This is my version of a mandala created by www.acreativebeing.com and published in Simply Crochet mag. I made it on Boxing day.

I hope you like it. I have had a few balls of wool donated to me and this was one of them. I just let the colours find their own way and am quite happy the way they worked.
Something bright in the cold and windy days ahead.
Hum!
There could be poem in there some where.
Will post more crochet soon.
Thank you for reading. xx

Hello.
Welcome to my first post on my new blog, a delightful Christmas pressie from my sister and her boyfriend.
Who gets a start up blog for Christmas?
And what do I do with it now?
Well it has taken all day for me to work out how to get on this thing, I suppose I should try to keep it up.
The first few poems are the choice of my sister. I hope you enjoy them as much as she does.
Here is my latest winter poem offering I wrote a few days ago.
I hope you enjoy this.

Stars.
Shining in the sky.
In the blackest night,
Illuminating our lonely souls.
Brightening our hearts,
With the hope of ages.
With the promise of Spring.
Winter is the pause,
Before the bedlam that life brings.
So polish up your star
That illuminates your life.
And with a glass of Christmas cheer
Wish all a blessed good night.
17/12/2013

Thank you for reading.
xx

Two reindeer dancing through the snow,

It's Christmas time

It's Christmas time.

Only a few more days to go,

It's Christmas time again.

A pint or two of good red cheer,

It's Christmas time

It's Christmas time.

And raise a glass for a good new year,

It's Christmas time again.

The dark of winter is yet to come,

But it's Christmas time

It's Christmas time

With sparkles and joy, laughter and fun.

It's Christmas time again.

Let the warmth of your close ones see you through,

This Christmas time

This Christmas time.

And let the next year be a good one too,

'Cause it's Christmas time again.

Though our hands and faces burn with cold,

It's Christmas time

It's Christmas time.

All I can say is; Let it snow!

It's Christmas time again.

To all the staff who have worked so hard

Up 'till Christmas time

And Christmas time

We give you our heartfelt and joyful thanks

Enjoy the Christmas time again.

15/12/2010

Jet

Softly sleeping doggy, laying at my side.

I wonder what is happening inside your slumbering mind.

Silken paws outstretched, nose at rest between.

Body long and graceful. Alert still, sleek and lean.

Twitching and a trembling, woofing and a whine.

I wonder what your chasing as you race the line.

Your narrow body quivering, feet kicking at my side.

Ears looking round about, at silent noises in your mind.

Then with a muffled growl, and a violent twitch.

A deepening sigh echoes round and whistles from your lips.

And you look at me in mute surprise awakened from your rest.

And then you turn and close your eyes and fall back to sleep at last.

11/5/04

I'm a fucking thieving bastard,

I steal stuff for me!

You wont know what I've taken,

'Cause it won't be there to see.

I'm a fucking thieving bastard,

And I take from the tills.

The money I have stashed away,

The amount would make you ill.

I'm a fucking thieving bastard,

And I have many excuses.

For the tills being incorrect

to catch out all you losers!

You knew I only gave wrong change out

'Cause I didn't key it in

And if you looked at my voids

There's no corrects to check them with.

But sometimes when I'm really bored

I'll just declare the wrong amount.

Then I'll smile sweetly, deny it all

And pretend that I did nowt.

I'm a fucking thieving bastard,

And I'll arse you all about.

Then I'll go home with your cash in my pocket

And you can't catch me out.

21/8/10

Betrayal

Though the sun shines

And warms the earth.

My soul is cold,

With betrayal.

Though the birds sing

As they call in the spring

I am deaf and blind with betrayal.

The grass is green

And new life is growing

But my soul is dead,

With betrayal.

You, who was once my friend

Upon whom I once could depend.

You are dead to me.

Betrayer!

13/3/11

I've often sat at the end of the bar

From Fossgate to Bootham Bar

And every place in between

I've drank in, laughed and leaned

But the Terrier choice is mine.

And I've staggered from pub to pub

Supping ale as good as it comes.

Until the next morn

Still as drunk as a lord

I've sweat ale instead of what I should.

What at the end of this for me

But a damn good cup of tea.

A good Yorkshire Brew

Golden orange and stewed

For a Terrier girl is me.

Now I tell of a warning to you.

Enjoy your heady and warming brew

But don't drink alone

Or you could become

A boring, pissed poet too!

16/8/11