The anticipation begins to build
Trees going up sets the tone
As we dress up the green
They are a sight to be seen
Shining hope into all our homes
© J W Nelson 2016
Stage 1 For the season (day 3)
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Stage 1 for the Season(the first few days)
The first calendar window reveals
Our elf deserves a taste
Will the 2nd window gift appeal?
Be patient and not make haste…
© J W Nelson 2016
The Journey (the 5th in the Traveller Diaries)
The journey started in 68
Like the hypnotic humming of a bird
Even back then I was always late
To be early would be absurd
We start our unknown journey
With no destination sight
With hopes to become attorney?
And the power it gives to take flight?
My train keeps on going
There is still fuel in the tank
A year older means more puffing and blowing
Mouth wide open, expression almost blank
I continue to perform the ‘Swan’
Cool and calm is the top line view
Inside pistons fire like a mad man
You never want to reveal the real you
Another year is added to my number
Its birthday time on the horizon again
Yester year I had time to slumber
But now, it’s a huge thank you to all my friends
The hope is to keep life simple
Drive your journey your way
Stay as cute as a dimple
Retain your essence – afterall its your brithday! (it’s mine actually)
No Shower in the Tower
Our first family trip to Blackpool was a ‘roasting’ success, with southern Spain style temperatures being delivered over our weekend. The amazing circus display was simply magnificent. The sealife centre, thrilling, educational, interesting and exciting for parents and our two children alike. The walks along tbe south pier until gone 1030pm, summed up how holidaying on the uk coast can be enjoyed, particularly with near 30 degree heat!
Our hotel, smart, friendly, helpful and family orientated with a touch of class and great food, all within a stones throw of the tram and bus service that ran along the Promenade. Directly behind our hotel stood the Pleasure Beach. This, a mammoth selection of roller coaster rides for the brave and some others for the less thrill seeking, chilled riders and of course rides for children. Our two loved the car rides, the train that took us throughout the pleasure beach (a good distance I might add) as the area was huge to cover on foot.
All in all a surprising, entertaining, well stocked 3 day break, with superb weather, activities for all, lovely hotel (with great family rooms too for your children and adults, plenty of space for 4 separate area for kids bunk beds). Would we go again? Our children replied by saying they want 4 days next time! Well entertainment is guaranteed, weather, well someone else has that power I’m afraid….so in poetic homage to our weekend away here is a little ditty.
Brilliant sunshine won the day
Lazing about with my family, what more can I say
An amazing time was had by all
Circus stupendous we certainly had a ball
Kicking our heels we weren’t for sure
Pleasure beach in the sun- could we ask for more?
Organised views with so much to see
Oh how we were tempted, oh how we were teased
Leaving ‘the pool’ our children wanted to stay
They loved every minute, of every single day
Only the call of those darn 2p machines
Would allow us to bribe them, to eat up their greens!
Evening would come and we’d be ready for bed
Remembering a fun filled enjoyable time – enough said!
The Tree (it’s starting to look a lot like…)
The Tree…
So December arrives
What does it mean?
We count down the days
Oh yes, we’re really keen
The garden centre beckons
Another arduous trip
Never mind the madding crowds
But watch the ice, in case you slip
You view fifty trees
They all look the same
In frustration you pick the first one
It’s the annual run around game
Now into the car
You bend, twist, and shove
Eating needles you hadn’t planned on
Once in, you raise your eyes up above
With ease you bring it home
Stand back – look at your icon with pride
Until you notice something is missing
You now want to run away and hide
Never mind, a job is done
The family will be pleased
No concern about the lopsided tree
Or being continually teased and teased…
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Christmas MEAT (ING)…
Stuff the Turkey
Roast the Chicken
Goose fat ‘tatoes are murky
Tasty though, they’re finger lickin’
Luscious leg of Lamb
Georgous side of Gammon
Sausages wrapped in ham
Oh, and don’t forget the freshly caught Salmon
Pluck the Pheasant, Goose or Duck
Tantalise taste buds with some wine based jus
Order now, or be out of luck
Supplant the potatoes with Cous Cous?
Not just meat, we all need greens
Broccoli and Brussels light up our plate
The earth will be a better place to be seen
In the global food climate debate
Add some carrots, roast parsnips too
Compliment the diet with a variety in types of sauce
A tender cut of beautiful Beef wont make you moo
Just make sure that your’e not eating horse…
Complete your prep, with a sweet tooth in mind
Cream, pastry, chocolate are on the festive menu
Look hard enough and I’m sure you’ll find
Some of us searching for the loo!
Christmas is now around the bend
Prepare well, include plenty of seating
Seek out the tablets to put you on the mend
As you partake in your chosen Christmas MEAT (ing)!
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All together now?
Are we really?
Doesn’t seem like it any more
Words cannot express how;
To save your life you play dead on the floor
Are these events last week Paris
The tipping point in this thousand years war
The undercurrent simmering like a now erupting volcano
For which we’d better find an ice cold cure
Are we really all that different
Aren’t we blood, veins, muscle and sinew?
Do we vent like Andrew Neil
In an verbal attempt to not let this madness continue
Are we preventing rather than cure
Getting to the root, planting the right seeds
A careful, meticulous response is a possible thrust
In hopes of developing non-violent, religious agnostic deed
Are we the last generation to consume
Such vociferous, rabid disdain and utter hate
The mind boggles at the inhumanity displayed
There’s nothing we want to eat now that’s on our plate
Are we going to find answers in; bombs; bullets; diplomacy?
Whatever shape or form they might be
Look to the US, UK, China, Russia, France, the UN etal
The eyes of the world have been opened for all to see
Are we to view the horizon with genuine hope
A conglomeration of the best minds, tactics and strategy
Getting to very heart of a fiercely religious, dedicated group
A solution lies in educating the youngest of babies
So are we really all together?
This HAS to be resolved in the time to come
Every facet of human existence must be exhausted
We all deserve to walk freely and not have to run
Are we there yet?
There is much strength and endurance in a feather
A whisper in the right ear can be heard across the globe
It’s message rings out loud ‘We are ALL together’
The Flight of Dance
Eyes transfixed, looking from the top down
Mesmerised as bodies intertwined
His with hers, hers with his
They were only of one mind
An expectant audience drew breath
As her head hurtled towards the dance-floor
A safe pair of arms and hands
Could not deny her aura anymore
Two turns, bodies completely in sync
Her hypnotic sweet odour consumed
For him to never let her go
As though they were the only two people in the room
She slid furtively across his back
He spun on his toes to face
Inches apart, hearts beating
They drew closer, ready for their embrace
Intensely their fingers interlock
Gripped by unbridled emotions
She leaps like a gazelle
It was poetry in motion
The final curtain call arrives
Finely balanced like a bird on a beam
Did time fly palpably so fast?
And was this dance just another dream…
The Faceless Crowd
They seek to be seen
Invisibility is their shroud, their cloak
Oh do not our eyes deceive?
The throat of a hand, the hand on the throat?
Who can touch what is not there
Can you mingle in their midst?
The soft of shoe move stealthily minus a jingle
And steals the gifts, by giving gifts to steal
The fight to be recognised goes on and on
Anonymity can reign supreme
Stand up, get noticed, let them see the whites of you eyes
If we can see you, that you can certainly see me
EARTH Mother, LOVETH Other
Spiritual holiness does she emit
Patient, comforting forgiveness pours out
Oh how blessed is her radiation that atomises us
Powerful, uncompromising tenacity imbues the mind to turn away from the pit
Righteous discipline, voices quietly, without
Alas, through biblical motherly love we are saved, thus
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