seeing your kids open presents at Christmas time is nothing less than,
...magical!
Christmas Day Earlies In A Petrol Station Ain't Fun
At 6.14am I started to get bored,
and we'd only opened 14 minutes earlier!
At 6.15am I was still bored.
6.16am came and went.
6.17am was very dull and 6.18am and 6.19am much the same!
By 6.20am I was properly bored and I started to bang my head against the wall.
This seemed to help little as I found the stars which the activity created mildly amusing!
By 7.03am the stars had gone and the raindrops running down the window started to look unseemly interesting,
far, far more interesting than they normally would be.
By 8.30am I had to have an egg sandwich to stop myself chewing off my left arm through the boredom.By 9.08am I was so bored I started to do jobs!
I know, amazing hey!
Luckily I did have one or two customers!
I did forget what to do when the first man walked in an hour and a half after we'd opened though!
It came back to me without the need of anymore head banging and I was able to function almost normally!
The end was almost in sight!
(No I don't mean my boredom got so bad I started to fold myself in half to look at my bottom),
I mean that the end of my shift time loomed.
The fight between time and boredom started to balanced up.
The phone call from the man who just said,
"Hello, hello, hello!" then hung up helped.
I could see the end - of the shift that is!
Christmas day earlies in a petrol station ain't fun!
The Winter Solstice
The shortest darkest day.
Look forward.
Look forward with hope.
The Winter Solstice marks the day that the light balances with the dark and we commence the march forward onto the promise of the light that brings the new life
...that is the spring.
The winter will have a tight grip upon us.
We must gather supplies.
Havervest the grain,
assemble the animals,
collect fuel for our warmth.
The winter earth will have little for us to eat and will so bring the fear of starvation.
We will only have that which we have stored,
the stored fruits of our labours from the plentiful months is all that will feed us.
We must enjoy the last feast!
Celebrate and give thanks to our gods.
Offerings,
praise,
incantations,
and we must hope!
We must hope that the months of famine will not take us
and that once again we and our loved ones will feel the warmth of the sun on our faces
and see the earth once more bare fruit.
Return the colour and the bounty,
as the new spring brings light and new life once more!
I Had It Made!
The day the smell of bubblegum reminded me - I'm gettin' old!
The taste of summer days of fun and play are now - now just feeling cold!
A life both long and fun are lost to some but you had one - you had it made!
You have become you grew you are
you are the light that makes the shade -
on a silver platter laid!
You had it made!
A soul that followed you into your world and took your heart - you made it so!
The seeds you sowed the fruit it bore brought hearts of joy - you watched them grow!
And with your heart your wisdom gave you taught them love must be the way - they had it made!
Now they've become and they have grown with direction of their own they're not afraid - they've made the grade!
They have it made!
In another world another far off land is like - a dream that you.
Might find a love and live happy life with her - live successfully too!
And people say to me that man you live a perfect life and that - you got it made!
They ask me what's the secret to just what I've got and how you do you upgrade - they sound betrayed!
They want it made!
A life both long and fun are lost to some but I had one - I had it made!
I have become I grew and am
I am the light that mades the shade -
there on a silver platter laid!
I had it made!
I had it made.
Grey The Mood
(A poem re-write based around a funeral I went to, as well as being inspired on a day when a friend had a funeral to go to. Both days, a storm brought heavy wind and rain.
The poem is written for her and for me and the friend I lost all those years ago)
Cold,
freezing cold,
partly sleet,
cold sleety rain.
The wind howled
throwing the rain against the grey slate of the church roof.
Mourners,
wrapped in coats and jumpers and scarfs,
umbrellas abandoned,
useless in the gale,
standing by the graveside
each alone in their loss
their thoughts expressed on their faces.
The relentless rain,
the location,
the ceremony.,
...all seemed appropriate.
Grey the sky.
Grey the churchyard.
Grey the hearts.
Grey the mood.
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