I dream of a Tomorrow
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:38 am
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I dream of a rainbow
filled with laughter and joy
I dream of a tomorrow where I am loved
I dream of a tomorrow where I am the bride
not the bridesmaid
I dream where they lived happily ever after
I dream of a land where really do exist
I live in my tomorrow dream
for there I am safe
there I am happy
there I can not be hurt
there I am young
There I am beautiful
there I can dance all night
there I love and am loved
There my life is Perfect
There in my make believe world.
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If there is
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:36 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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If there is no yesterday
no today
for what are they
but a sum of
all the tomorrows
that ever were
If there were no dreams of tomorrow,
how can one live to-day
how can one bear the pain
how can one bear the dissapopintments
how can one not shed tears
if there are no dreams of tomorrow
then one has no future to-day how can one
not shed
an endless river
not shed
of tears
an endless river
crying for the never more
of tears
and never will be
crying for the never more
crying
and never will be
until the essence
crying
the very essence
until the essence
of life
hope
the very essence
of life
pours out with the tears
only to float away
drying up upon the ground
and blowing away
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A day of Dreaming
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:27 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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The sun has climbed the hill
The day is on the downward slope of the day,
She throws the keys into the dish
Takes off her shoes and pads into her bedroom
Takes of her public clothes and face
Takes her hair out f its confines, runs her hands through it
Easing the tension, she sighs
Her bed looks so inviting, but no not yet
She pads out into the kitchen puts on the kettle
takes down her favorite mug, it is huge
Opens up the tin of freshly ground coffee...oh god the aroma
A smile on her face, she get two of her first attempt at Greek short breads
Her coffee is made her biscuits on a plate, and hell why not, she has some of her passion fruit butter
she put a small dab on the plate, shrugs her shoulder and adds a large dollop
she opens the side door and slips out onto the veranda
there is a full moon, her garden full of herbs smells so wonderful
She sits on the cane lounge pulling up the blanket
The night is fresh and chilly, she takes a sip of the coffee
sighs a deep contented sigh, dips the biscuit
into the passion-fruit cream
Closes her eyes and savors the taste
Yes it is time,
Definitely it is her time it is her time for dreaming
it is her time to remember
it is her time to reminisce....
Yes it was her time,
for sometime during the night,
It was time for the Angel of death
to come, She took his hand willingly
all the pain, all the suffering
fell from her face
Once more she was young and attractive
Sadly it was her and cousin
Who found her she had not answered
Their many calls to her,
Tear welled up in their eyes
She looked like she had
before the Big C
Had entered her life
She sat in her favorite chair
In the middle of her beloved garden
Her book of poems opened
her latest one completed,
the pen on the floor,
Her mug of coffee still
On the table half drunk
Her biscuit nibbled on
Her eyes were closed
Her face wore an enchanting smile
On her face, almost whimsical as
If she finally saw the funny side
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A Perfect Day
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:22 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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He carried her so tenderly
Taking her to her favourite place
Her garden overlooking the beach
He plumps the pillows on the day bed
A sigh of contentment is softly released
Thank you darling
I love being at home
and here in my garden
Looking out over the beach
Her eyes are glowing,
Her cheeks lightly flushed
Oh look at him, dam he is good
Her eyes follow the young surfer
Riding the crest of the wave
He pours her a cool refreshing fruit Juice.
He sits beside her content
Now and again he strokes her hair,
holds her hand
His love of this woman
Shining through his eyes
Sitting silently beside her
He remembers
the first day they met
His lips curving into a smile
What a bitch he thought her
But over the duration of the trial
His respect for her grew,
He was mesmerized by her ability
To bring competent intelligent
men and women
To stumbling, stammering,
sweating confused witnesses
She had won the case of course,
But that had not mattered,
After the jury had delivered their verdict,
The pats on the back....
the commiserations
He asked her out for coffee
Six months later He had moved n
Sharing her quaint old fashioned
Beach house,
The house like her
Quaint and old fashioned
on the outside,
The inside new modern,
Full of light and amazing colour.
Mementos from her travel,
Seemingly Placed randomly,
but the effect extradionary.
homely, comfortable
And so welcoming.
The Nanny had returned
From an outing to the beach
Twins running to their mother
Jumping up on the day bead
Both trying to tell her
of their adventures
Showing her the shells
they had found
God they were the spitting image
of their mother,
With bits of him thrown in as well.
Her eyes alight with love for her babies
Laughter filling the garden
He could see the fatigue clouding her eyes
Her body drooping a little
He went to take the twins
She raised her hand
Shook her head
Please go and have your bath,
I promise you can come back then
So the twins were taken by their nanny
Their voices giggling and good naturedly
Teasing each other...
She lay back, closing her eyes
before Long her chest was rising gently
to the rhythm of sleep
He sat there just looking at this
Exquisite, woman he called wife
His best friend, his right arm....God he loved her
His mind remembering,
the smile on his face deepening
The twins returned, not so exuberant,
their little hands rubbing their eyes, sleepy.....
Mummy, please read us some more
Harry Potter they both begged
They produced the “Half blood Prince,
She began reading from where
they had left of the previous
Before long both were fast asleep
For a long time she sat looking at them,
As if trying to commit them to her memory
Finally, in a soft but hoarse whisper
Please put them to bed my Love
He came back,
her eyes were closed
There was a raspy sound to her breathing
A light breeze had spring up
He covered her with the afghan
She had so lovingly and painstakingly
Crocheted last autumn
He smiled, remembering the soft curses,
The many unpicking s till she was satisfied
She was so proud of her efforts.
She opened her eyes
Reached for his hand
And with eyes full of love...
Whispered I love you my darling,
you have given me
So much joy in our life together
Hasn’t it been a perfect day?
Yes my love a perfect day,
Yes it was, please hold me Eric
I am feeling a little cold
He sat down on the day bed
Taking her on his lap,
his arms gentling cradling her
There they sat,
Watching life played out
On the beach below them
As the sun set
he felt her slip away
Still he held her, His eyes streaming tears
Adieu my sweet love,
wait for me
Please my love
Wait for me
Please wait for kme
Till we can be togetheronce more
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Yesterday....To-day....Tomorrow
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:15 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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Yesterday the sun was shining
Yesterday the birds sang so sweetly
Yesterday I sat in the park enjoying watching the playing
Yesterday I basked in my lovers love
Yesterday I felt s special
Yesterday I felt beautiful
Yesterday I was making plans for a wonderful future
To-day I begged for a second chance
To-day I humbled myself
To-day I Humiliated myself,
To-day I became a
To-day I lost my self respect all in the name of love
To-day I found out I am a fool
To-day my heart broke
Tomorrow I will stop crying
Tomorrow I will start rebuilding myself respect
Tomorrow I will say a prayer to keep him safe
Tomorrow I will wish him well
Tomorrow I will build a wall around my heart
Tomorrow I will hold my head high
Tomorrow I will learn to smile again
Tomorrow I will once more laugh
Tomorrow I will see the beauty again
Tomorrow I will hear the birds again
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When the Angels Dance
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:12 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2012 12:23 am
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Sitting on the hill in the dead of night
I sit hypnotized, watching their beauty
Holding my breath as they dance,
The effortless way they flit across the sky,
Twirling, making magnificent leaps
Making it look so effortless
Ethereal, almost ghostly like in their
Appearance and then disappearance
Not one missed beat their timing impeccable
In perfect sync with the drums pounding out the rhythm
How envious, I am of them, their lithe bodies as they swirl
Please I plead let me come with you, my body is so tired
My psyche so over loaded with the ugliness,
The inhumanity, the shredding of people’s humanity
Please I bed of you, please take me with you
Let me feel the wonder of the dance,
Tears fill my eyes, the dance of the Angels
Moves on. I can still in the distance
Hear the booming of their music
And the occasional flash of their bodies
Sitting here I weep in despair,
The lighting and thunder, have travelled
The night sky their stage
The twinkling stars their backdrop
Some distant land is graced by their performance
The Angels, quicksilver and mercurial dance
For the benefit of others
Someone else now watches the angels dancing
Someone else is seeing their beauty and grace
My head sinks onto my chest, the tears flow freely
Why would you not take me with you?
Cannot you see my weariness, and pain
A soft breezes caresses my face
Tumbling my hair, enfolding me
Wrapping my entire body in its warm embrace,
Light butterfly kisses rain down on me
A voice of such beauty and purity
whispers in my ear
Weep not little one, soon very soon
The angels will once again perform
their Dance of Life
I feel as if a face is smiling down at me
Soon they will come for you,
but not yet, no not yet
Your time and work are not yet done
Have patience little one
Soon yes very soon you will join
You two will finally join
Yes you will dance with the Angels
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The Lovers
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:09 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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Quickening my pace
I am almost there
Such a beautiful day
I can hardly wait
I am so excited
I want to tell Eleanor and Joe my news
To think this time last week
I was bitter railing against a callous God
Blaming him for all my problems,
No t accepting I shared the blame.
What are all these people doing here?
Oh no, a sinking feeling
In the pit of my stomach
Pushing my way through
To the front of the crowd
Oh no, why, why now
The tears fall as I see
Sitting on the park Bench
Eleanor and Joe,
I reach out to touch my friends
A policeman’s arm stops me
A gruff voice, growls at me
What are you doing Lady?
Do you know them?
Yes….No, well sort of,
Each Wednesday, we meet here
We chat, feed the ducks, I listen
The policeman’s’ voice retreats into the background
My heart cries Oh Ellie, Joe what happened.
Looking at them tears streaming down my face
I see what I had missed earlier
Their eyes are looking into each others’
There is a smile on their face
A glow about them. Radiance
A voice penetrates my fog
Hello, you must be Lorelei
I look into kindly twinkling eyes
What oh err yes, do I know you?
No, but I know of you,
Ellie and Joe talked of you often
What happened err…what is your name?
Call me Grace, they escaped of course.
Oh honey don’t be sad,
Rejoice, be happy for them
How can I be happy?
Lorelei, you know they were unhappy
Their families did not understand
They were about to be separate them
This afternoon, Ellie’s family were coming
To collect her, taking her from him
They would never have seen each other again
Lorelei, look at them, they are so in love
So happy and more importantly they are together
Grace was right,
Even in death their love could not be quenched
Walking away I realized
God in his wisdom had thwarted a cruel separation.
I left the park that day rejoicing
Saying a prayer, a wish that I might one day
Find the happiness
The love these two souls had shared…
Love it seems has no barriers;
To-day would have been Joes 93 birthdays
Tomorrow Eleanor’ would have celebrated her 90tht
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My fantasy... sighs it is very tame
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Posted:Sep 7, 2011 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2014 4:28 am
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Is there a fantasy I would love to experience, I am afraid my fantasy is rather tame. I love the ocean and the beach, one of my favorite things I used to do was go for long walk along the beach at sunrise and sunset. Sometimes sitting on the rocks overlooking the beach for hours.
Whenever I have a problem, I go there and the ocean calms me and helps me sort it out.
So my fantasy is about the beach.... I am walking on the beach and head for my secret place a natural enclosure with a very narrow opening only accessible at low tide.
I am sitting proped up on my favorite rock watching the ocean when a tall stranger walks out of the ocean, he seems dazed, he starts walking towards me, and I can see there is a open cut on his forehead, before he reaches me, he collapses, I jump up and race to him, as the waves are getting stronger and could pull him back to the sea..I drag him up past the waster line, go back to my bag and get my cold water and a clean second towel I always carry plus some antibacterial aloe vera I always carry as I often scrape my foot on the rocks or the shells,.
I clean the wound and wipe it and then put on the aloe vers cream.
I very slowly tip water drop by drop into his mouth, until he finally gains consciousness.
I ask his name and where he comes from...his eyes look puzzled he tries but cannot speak
He runs a hand down my face and his eyes are so sad but so gentle, we sit in silence, he starts to shiver so I put the towel around his shoulders, the sun is going down.... I cannot leave him there. So I use signing to tell him to follow me....
We walk up the beach to tiny beach house jammed in between two sky scrapers.
I give him a fresh towel, and some clothes that belonged to my deceased husband and show him the bathroom and then turn on the shower.
I leave him to have his shower as I prepare a light meal for us both, a spanish omelet with a salad , a platterr of strawberries and several type's of cheese and pita chips....
I go to my reserve and get a bottle of Merlot.... I look around me and at the table and laugh at myself. I have used my best table mats and dinner set, my crystal red wine glasses and crystal candle holders with vanilla scented candles....
Lol you have been on your own too long girl, going to all this fuss over a stranger.
I have just finished putting freshly heated bread rolls, the salad and a choice of several dressings and the omelet is ready to serve when he enters the kitchen...
He looks good in the cable knitted jumper and corduroy jeans... he has barre feet and as I glance at them I notice there is a sort of webb scales on his feet, what an unusual thing, shrug and forgets about it.
He ate hungrily, and had two helpings of salad and polished off all the cheese and most of the bottle of Merlot....
I opened a second and turned on somestereo for background music and we sit in comfortable silence....He stood up, help out his hand to me, I placed my hand in his and he seemed to know where he was going, before I knew it we were in my bedroom and he was undressing me.
It seemed so natural, as if I had known him for years he was a generous lover, giving and receiving... I came so many times I lost count and fell asleep in his arms..... the next morning when I awoke he was gone..... I went out to the veranda and in the smooth and there were foot prints leading to the ocean...
I still go back to my secret cove, part of me hopes he will come again, and the other thinks no.. it was such a wonderful moment, if he acme back... would it be the same
So that is my fantasy.
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The Walkers of the Night
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Posted:Aug 28, 2011 10:18 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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The Night Walkers
The sun sinks below the trees
In the village all the doors and
Windows are close tight…..salt along the window sills and across the doors
Garlic strung all through the roof rafters, across the window pains
Blessed crosses in every room…
Large phials of holy water
The villagers bless themselves
As they hear the flap of wings,
The eerie screeches of the huge bats night walkers.
The terrified screams of the cattle in the fields; horses in unprotected stables
Angry snarls and yelps of agony could be heard at the doors as the garlic essence smeared over the doors burned the night walkers.
She stood in the corps of trees barley breathing her eyes huge in her beautiful heart shaped face; her flaming red hair
Had come loose from her upswept bun. Terrified she would be seen. Please, please let me stay hidden here at the edge of the village. Please do not let them detect my warm blood She shuddered as she imagined her fate if she was to be discovered. Only three more hours, the sun would rise and for another day she would be safe, she hoped.
She was so tired, so very very tired and so terribly cold, snow was falling the seeping cold chilling her very bones If only she could sleep. If only she could close her eyes and let blessed sleep take her into its arms, but she knew if she gave into temptation she would never see another sunrise.
Maybe, no she must get on the stage coach, she was sure she had enough to get her to the coast. She thought of her mother’s jewels sewn inside her velvet cloak, survey the Ruby ring would be enough to gain her passage to the New World.
The New World, the stories she had heard, told of freedom, of poor men who by working hard had become very rich living in beautiful stately homes.
It was such a large country, surely there she would be safe, start a new life, and finally be able to put the horror and terror of the last two months.
On the point of collapse the first rays of the sun peeped over the trees, she had survived, she had beaten them…. They had not claimed her as one of their own.
Her luck was holding, the man at the Inn had told her the coach came to through the village to-day and it was headed for the port of le Harve. She was so hungry, but food would have to wait, it was far more important to make sure she gained a ticket and seat on the coach. She would sleep on the coach and hopefully the gnawing hunger would be sated with her sleep.
She had done it, she had fooled then and now freedom would be hers, they would no longer be able to make her like them, a .
Before she boarded the ship taking her to the new world she must eat, she did not officially become a passenger till tomorrow morning. She boarded the ‘Liberty Lady the next morning, fully refreshed after a large meal and a full night’s sleep, she felt wonderful.
She must be careful whilst on the trip to the New World, she had to eat only when she absolutely had to, one sailor overboard, a passenger coming own with a lethargy should not cause suspicion.
She smiled as she stood on deck watching as the land became closer and closer until she could make out the buildings in the port. There you are Angelique; I have been looking for you. What a lucky man I am, I boarded the boat a sad lonely widower and I arrive home the happiest of men engaged to a beautiful kind enchanting woman….
Smiling into his eyes I thought, no I am the lucky one, the ranch sounds perfect, I can survive on cattle milk…. And an occasional drifter. Smiling, she would no longer have to be afraid of the night walkers, their jealously, their hatred of her ….she was they said freak, an abomination. How they envied her, she could walk in the sun, her heart still beat, Garlic, and only water did not burn her flesh. She was a new creature… she was a walker of the night who could also walk in the sunlight.
The man standing beside her soon to be her husband would also be her first conquest; together they would build a mighty fortune and a strong and powerful coven of other day walkers……
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The Walkers of the Night
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Posted:Aug 28, 2011 10:12 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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The Night Walkers
The sun sinks below the trees
In the village all the doors and
Windows are close tight…..salt along the window sills and across the doors
Garlic strung all through the roof rafters, across the window pains
Blessed crosses in every room…
Large phials of holy water
The villagers bless themselves
As they hear the flap of wings,
The eerie screeches of the huge bats night walkers.
The terrified screams of the cattle in the fields; horses in unprotected stables
Angry snarls and yelps of agony could be heard at the doors as the garlic essence smeared over the doors burned the night walkers.
She stood in the corps of trees barley breathing her eyes huge in her beautiful heart shaped face; her flaming red hair
Had come loose from her upswept bun. Terrified she would be seen. Please, please let me stay hidden here at the edge of the village. Please do not let them detect my warm blood She shuddered as she imagined her fate if she was to be discovered. Only three more hours, the sun would rise and for another day she would be safe, she hoped.
She was so tired, so very very tired and so terribly cold, snow was falling the seeping cold chilling her very bones If only she could sleep. If only she could close her eyes and let blessed sleep take her into its arms, but she knew if she gave into temptation she would never see another sunrise.
Maybe, no she must get on the stage coach, she was sure she had enough to get her to the coast. She thought of her mother’s jewels sewn inside her velvet cloak, survey the Ruby ring would be enough to gain her passage to the New World.
The New World, the stories she had heard, told of freedom, of poor men who by working hard had become very rich living in beautiful stately homes.
It was such a large country, surely there she would be safe, start a new life, and finally be able to put the horror and terror of the last two months.
On the point of collapse the first rays of the sun peeped over the trees, she had survived, she had beaten them…. They had not claimed her as one of their own.
Her luck was holding, the man at the Inn had told her the coach came to through the village to-day and it was headed for the port of le Harve. She was so hungry, but food would have to wait, it was far more important to make sure she gained a ticket and seat on the coach. She would sleep on the coach and hopefully the gnawing hunger would be sated with her sleep.
She had done it, she had fooled then and now freedom would be hers, they would no longer be able to make her like them, a .
Before she boarded the ship taking her to the new world she must eat, she did not officially become a passenger till tomorrow morning. She boarded the ‘Liberty Lady the next morning, fully refreshed after a large meal and a full night’s sleep, she felt wonderful.
She must be careful whilst on the trip to the New World, she had to eat only when she absolutely had to, one sailor overboard, a passenger coming own with a lethargy should not cause suspicion.
She smiled as she stood on deck watching as the land became closer and closer until she could make out the buildings in the port. There you are Angelique; I have been looking for you. What a lucky man I am, I boarded the boat a sad lonely widower and I arrive home th ]e happiest of men engaged to a beautiful kind enchanting woman….
Smiling into his eyes I thought, no I am the lucky one, the ranch sounds perfect, I can survive on cattle milk…. And an occasional drifter. Smiling, she would no longer have to be afraid of the night walkers, their jealously, their hatred of her ….she was they said freak, an abomination. How they envied her, she could walk in the sun, her heart still beat, Garlic, and only water did not burn her flesh. She was a new creature… she was a walker of the night who could also walk in the sunlight.
The man standing beside her soon to be her husband would also be her first conquest; together they would build a mighty fortune and a strong and powerful coven of other day walkers……
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Fairies, Angels, Unicorns and Dragons
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Posted:Aug 23, 2011 4:35 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2014 4:29 am
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Bella, it is time to go
Bella……. It’s time to go
Isabellya Amelia Krystinne Ayeshia Sara KennyaduPynndragon
You come here this instant
Oh Isabellya how could you!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your birthday dress is ruined
But Mama, Meriytha needed help, the rain last
Night destroyed her roof; I had to help rebuild it
For her
Young lady, I have told you before, there are no fairies
But Mama, there are…….. Isabellya…stop it this instant
If it wasn’t your birthday and we were expected at Nona’s I would send you to your room without your lunch.
Bella what is the matter , tears on your birthday, now that will never do tell Noni what has made you cry.
Noni do you believe in Fairies and Angels and Dragons……
Aaaahhhhh so your mama roused on you because of your friend the fairy. Yes Noni
Would you like to sleep over at Noni’s’ tonight. Oh yes please!!!!!!!!!
Now you mother and father have gone, Bella we need to have a talk. First though I think we need another big piece of birthday cake and a mug of hot chocolate.
I will also put some more logs on the fire so we are all cosy and warm.
Bella the Pynndragon family have a secret, now you are 10 I think you are old enough to be told. Some of the Pynndragon women have a special gift; sadly your mother is not one.
Bella, yes little one there is fairies, angels, dragons, unicorns and so many more wonderful creatures that most humans think are only mythical.
We are descended from the great Kings and Queens of Avalon. When they ruled this earth it was so different. Unicorns frolicked in the fields and woodlands. Beautiful sleek iridescent dragons flew in clans across the sky with their riders on their backs. The beautiful tall fairies with the white gold hair kept off the beautiful flowers flowering. The Druids protected the vast forests letting only sick or dead trees to be felled for houses and fire wood.
There were wonderful wizard’s kike Merlin, good and bad witches, all lived in harmony and the earth was living through an age of innocence, yes I know that sounds funny when so many wars were fought. But it was different than to-day….
We do not know why or how it happened but the dragons numbers started getting less as did the Unicorns and Phoenix’s and sadly the fairies. King Arthurius called a great meeting all the leaders of the clans and Animals clans and it was decided to send the remaining dragons, Unicorns, Phoenix etc to a secret Island where they would be safe.
Changes great changes came to the land, witches went from being respected to hated and made enemies and were hunted down and killed. People like you and I Bella that could see into the future were shunned and mistrusted so it was decided to keep our gifts a secret.
So you see my dear your fairy friend is not a mythical creature that does not exist quite the contrary, she is very much alive. It is no accident that she has made her home in your garden she knows you are of the gifted, that you love and revere plants She feels safe and happy.
That talk took place over 28 years ago, Noni god rest her soul has gone to be with
All of her family that have lived down through the ages where her rheumatism's longer worries her, I miss her so.
I have three of my own now; I began reading them stories even when they were still in the womb. Stories if Angels, Fairies, Knights on white chargers, Unicorns and magic mirrors. Every night I read to them and they in turn they read to their younger siblings. My the eldest is not gifted nor is my second born but my youngest a at 3 years already shows signs,, my mother keeps saying she is another me, she sits for hours talking to invisible imaginary friends, her brother and sister tease her about fairies in the bottom of the garden. It is why I named her Ashia after Noni, it seem my hunch about her is correct.
So one day we will have THE talk, in the meantime the angels and fairies will guard my babies. and I will continue to believe in all the mythical creatures that have left our world and now reside in Avalon safe rom man
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I am Woman hear me Roar
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Posted:Aug 22, 2011 9:03 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 12:8 pm
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Walking through the Souks always made me feel so free
They were an adventure, a different one each time I came here
It was a combination of the exotic aromas of the spices
The unusual and unique jewellery, ancient pendants,
Dangling earrings, bracelets studded with semi and
Totally precious stones. Beaten copper tables, hookahs,
The silks, the myriad of colours the silk so fine
You can see through the diaphanous silk
To-day I am particularly happy and excited two reasons
For this I had just bargained as, if my life depended
On it and walked away, a smile on my face. In my carry all
Wrapped in silk a beautiful almost faultless Rolex watch a
Surprise gift for my man. Together with several pairs of designer
Jeans, T-shirts as well as several beautiful silk, and several cotton shirts.
The other reason, the Meeting with Departments Heads of International Schools from the Middle East and Asia for me was over. My last paper delivered and well received. I had spent last night writing up her impressions of and her hopes for changes to come out of the seminar.
I was exhausted; the last months at school and getting ready for the Seminar had taken its toll. My finance had been annoyed with
me. I had had to break several dates and not been able to attend a number of business dinner invitations with important of Matthew’s company forcing him to take a married friend instead.
I looked at her watch, oh I had better hurry, get back to the hotel, my bags already packed and waiting in the luggage room ready to be loaded into the shuttle bus taking me to the international section of Dubai Airport. Smiling, she remembered the Platinum card she had for the VIP lounge her boss had learnt her. She would eat a breakfast there before boarding my flight home, two days early.
Also in my bag was a very sensual nightie I had seen in the Lobby shop and could not resist, and that Matthew would also not be able to resist. My boss had given his permission for me to take three days off……so 5 whole days to pamper, cook, as well as 5 hot steamy nights I couldn’t help blushing and smiling thinking of just what we would do. Dam I love that man, and can’t wait for our wedding three months from now. My mum had been wonderful; she had come to Hong Kong, taken over the arrangements for the wedding taking a lot of stress from me. On one of her visits she brought half a dozen photos of wedding dresses from Australian designers and one of this beautiful cream antique dress which loved instantly, there were tears in my mums eyes when I said it was the one I wanted as my choice. Between hiccups and sobs she told me that the dress had first been worn by my great great great grandmother and succeeding generations of family brides.
Once on board I intended taking a light sleeper so I will be refreshed by the time we arrive in Hong Kong. I cannot wipe the smile off my face 5 whole days and nights with my man, no phone calls, no working late I can hardly wait.
I am so lucky, normally there is about a 30 minute wait for a taxi. But I walked out of the terminal and straight into a taxi; 3322 Fun ling Road, Victoria Peak. (This was said in fairly fluent Mandarin, and then when he was looking a little blank I said it again in Cantonese). On our 40 min ride to our apartment I thought about how wonderful my life was…. Early in my childhood I found I had a knack with different languages, I took French at school, then Mandarin at University together with my degree in early childhood studies, I took a double Masters adding Cantonese and Japanese. Since then I had studied and passed 7 other languages and from my travels had picked up a few dialects.
I tipped the driver very extravagantly, and flew into the entrance, hit the elevator button. Opening the apartment with my key I close the door quietly wanting to surprise him… as I walked towards our bedroom I heard laughter and moans….I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and watched him saying the things he used to say to me, making love to her as he used to do to me.
I died inside, my heart broke into a million shards. Quietly I walked away and into the bathroom that led into our walk in robes I took down his two suitcases and packed his clothes…. I folded his Armani suits so carefully, he so loved them… I giggled when I imagined the next time he wore them.. I had sliced the seams….. I had read about how a woman had caught her husband cheating. Next I packed his underwear in the smaller suitcase and poured out all his cologne over them together with his shaving cream….Went to his jewellery case and took out all the gifts I had bought him threw the rest in and closed the suitcase, got a garbage bin bag and threw his shoes and other bits and pieces….quietly took the gear down stairs and left them at the concierge desk. I gave him instructions to call a taxi in five minutes.
I went back upstairs let myself back into the apartment, and walked to the bedroom door. they were still at it. Sorry to be such a bad sport you two, especially as you are both having such a wonderful time…. But I am afraid I will have to ask the bath f you to get the fuck out of my home. Oh Matthew how forgetful of me… happy anniversary and I threw the now mangled pseudo Rolex at his face.
Honey, it was a mistake, I was so lonely I missed you…. Honey we can get over this… Mathew please gets out before I scratch your eyes out and take your bitch with you. I threw a pair of jeans and t-shirt at him now get dressed and get out, your things are downstairs and a taxi is waiting. .Oh and Matthew I want my keys back please.
But my paintings my Jade collection…. Matthew we bought them together and you always said they were gifts of love me, so I am keeping them, now get out…. I pay the rent here and the lease is in my name alone…
You bitch; you won’t get away with this they are worth hundreds of thousands. I’ll take you to court…. And you were lousy in bed no wonder I needed more bed mates…you never were able to satisfy me. Two hours later I was in the president of the University handing in my resignation. With his blessing he rang a friend of his who had asked him if he could recommend a teacher to take over the Linguists department. The next day I had leased out my apartment to a fellow teacher, her husband and two , and was on my way to the airport.
Sitting on my balcony overlooking the beautiful Rio Harbour, I love my life, my apartment is light and airy, my paintings look wonderful displayed as they were on the Lime green Wall. My Jade collection sits happily in a beautiful glass and ebony wood cabinet I picked up in a little shop in San Paulo. I am dating a fellow teacher, a widow with three delightful whom I adore and they are beginning to love me.
Laughing to myself and the best thing there is no extradition laws between Hong Kong and Brazil….it took over $30,000 for Matthew to find that out… and he was right about the Jade I had it valued it is worth a tad under $2.5million…… in the famous words of Ivana Trump…..don’t get angry get it all…….
Sitting back sipping on my iced tea an old Helen Reddy song playing in my mind… I am woman hear me roar.
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Starting Over
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Posted:Jun 17, 2011 7:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2011 9:04 pm
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Her blank Canvas
She sold her home of 18 years
Her heart broke as she closed the door
For the last time on her beloved home
It had taken so long to get the gardens just right
The colour of the walls just right
Special pieces chosen to reflect
The colour of the room and adding warmth and love
Now she had to start again.
Did she have the energy?
How could she, get the same warmth,
When she had walked through the room
There was no energy,
No vibes from the last residents...
There love, no warmth nothing
Just beige walls, beige carpets, i
Ivory tiles and a horrible red marble bench
And browny red kitchen cupboards
She looked at despair on the garden....
Nothing there but dead plants
Heavy clay soil no soil victims nothing
The first thing she did was put up her paintings,
Stylies, photos of her travels across this planet.
Going through family photo albums,
She came across generational photos and chose
Ones of her great grandparents, grandparents,
Uncles, Aunts, cousins, her sister,
and her Mum and dad, had some reframed for
The wall and some to sit on her antique table
In the hall way the photos adding to the placing
Of the Pendulum half sized grandfather
Clock bought to celebrate her mother’s birth
Newly renovated and fixed.
Already she could feel a warmth seeping
Into her new home, a feeling of love over
The generations of her family helping
Bring the barren walls to life. Her new home
Felt so cold, icy almost….She waited for the
Big sales went in and haggled still more,
Came away with two very large Rugs, one green
For the dining area and a black and white
For her living room. Already it was feeling warmer.
Slowly as she added her furniture,
Crockery on the hutch, pieces of her favourite
Pottery and plants in colourful pots, slowly it was
Coming to life.
Now for the garden…. She was lucky,
all the new roses were in and they were on special
she went overboard
As only she could and bought 20 roses,
Three miniature Tiberchinas in lilac, pink and purple
Standard and miniature gardenias
A dwarf Magnolia in a lovely vibrant apricot,
Cutting of her frangipanis form her old home,
Four camellias from Ivory to a deep puce pink
Daffodils, three different varieties, tulips,
Lily of the valley, ranunculus together with
The 60 pot plants again from her old home.
Fertilizers, azaleas and their food, dolomite,
A worm farm and a small compost electric roller bin.
But still it did not feel right.. She sat
Trying to think what it was what was lacking….
Aaahhhh of course, her patio was too narrow.
She would not be able to fit her barbeque
And outdoor furniture on it.
So quotes were gotten, she finally hired Franz
Who had been recommended by a friend.
Bought a metal and canvas Gazebo…
Finally they were finished the yard free
From rubbish and left over pavers….
With a cup of coffee and her latest book
She went and sat outside under the covering
At the table, she sat looking, looking
at the garden she had created.
She could not settle, so she got up
Wandered back inside, going into a bedroom
Looking at, touching the quilts, statues, the prints
She went from room to room and finally back outside.
Sat down and let out a deep sigh…
Her new home was no longer a blank canvas
It come to life; her personality
was being infused into the building.
It was no longer cold, lifeless,
She sat sipping her coffee , taking it all in
Listening to the laughing and playing,
at the school across the road…
Saw the birds picking at worms and insects
in her grass. The aroma from the Jasmine vines
the roses Yes it was no longer her new home…..
It was HER HOME; her sanctuary,
her refuge from the world when she needed it.
Yes she had found her home, she was happy….
Content….. New memories, new students, more photos
Of happy times, more travels hopefully.
The bad times were behind her….
No more nightmares, the threat of being homeless
Yes those fears were gone.
She had prayed and prayed so hard,
Not really expecting them to be answered….
But they were, yes they had been answered,
Delivering a bonus, a renewed faith,
A feeling of safety and contentment….
Her blank canvas was no longer blank…..
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