A West Midlands Tradition an My New Year Meditation.....

 She sat by the big bay window
No fire to give her warmth
So okay she put on extra clothing
A blanket to keep her warm
All dark outside
She had a mere light on
No one wanted to celebrate
There was a total apathy
A total indifference
She thought well that´s them
But its not me
All of her life she has been different
Not taking the same attitude
Perhaps its the love of the magic
Magic she was able to feel
A tall dark stranger crossing the threshold of your door
With coal dust on his face
A glass of Port to welcome him with
She pictured all of that
Of course it actually did not happen
For her in that moment it did
She romanced the idea every year
She would sit up late till gone
Gone twelve o´clock to let in another New Year
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE
FELIZ AÑO NUEVO

Nuff said the tradition in the West Midlands was for somebody to knock on your front or back door with coal dust on their face had to be a man though.
Everyone has their own version though of course.
She meaning me would sip at a glass of Port an a Mince Pie or bit of Christmas Cake You have to be able to feel the magic of it or at least try.xxx

Un Señor alto Minero del Carbón
Tenía que supuestamente cruzar tu puerta
La puerta de tu casa
Cada año élla imaginaba que fuera así
Un tío alto y oscuro de cara
Cruzaba su Puerta
Y ella le daba de comer
De comer y beber un vasito de Port
Eso es un licor o un tipo de vino
Yo que que sé
Pero es lo que élla imaginaba
Mientras los dormian
Mientras los demás dormian
Nadie querria celebrar
Una apatía total
Les invadía
Unas desganas que para que
Bueno yo sufría igual que los demas
Pero eso no quitaba
Que yo solita
Soltaba mi imaginación
Un hombre de cara oscuro
Eventualmente cruzó mi corazón.

Sue.xxx

Feliz Año Nuevo a todos y cada uno.xxx

Beautiful Blue Green Planet Earth........

 

He was seeing the beautiful blue green Earth

Seeing as it was

In the coldest parts of the World

In the very humblest parts

He sent them a radiant rainbow of a pink gold hue

A rainbow of pink gold

It was sparkling

Like a water fountain it bubbled up everywhere

To wash away the heaviness an all the care

As he waved the wand of light

He tiptoed around all the corners of the world

To make sure the light could get in

In and into the hearts of everyone

An he meant everyone

No one left out

This is my Christmas gift he whispered

May you feel the joy

May it stay with you all year round.

Sue.xxx

It Was Never To Be Toño Goñi Ba.....

 

You sat under a shady tree

Probably with a girlfriend

Who knows what all that could be

You spoke to her

To her of the future

The future between you an her

It was a sunny August day

But you would not see the sun setting

Setting ever again

For being young an believing

Believing in a better future

You were "knocked down"

Taken out of that life

The shadows of those that "ruled"

Still persist in time

They did an incredible amount of damage

On all infinite levels

Damages was done family structure

The whole lot was distorted

You left your young life

A girlfriend never got to be your wife.

Nuff said Toño Goñí Ba..... de Funes Navarra.

That is all she will say.xxx

Much love Sue.

"The Cowboy Carol" We Sang It Ages Ago Now......

 

Does not want to tag

Does not want to "snag"

Snag or tag anyone in her words

All she can remember

Remembers Christmas Nativity

Going to the Civic Hall to sing Carols

Singing in the School Choir Carols

One in particular sticks in her head

Its "The Cowboy Carol"

Does not know how that came about

But she likes it an still sings it now

I can appreciate that some might not

Might not really consider it a Carol

Okay its a song but a really nice one

If "you get the meaning of it" thing

I don´t have not one single school photo

Not one single school photo of me

To prove that I was there

Singing in that Choir

Singing in those Choirs

Maybe the photos "vanished" for a reason

So I put the nearest I can get to it

"The Cowboy Carol" is very singable

Great memories of how we were all in the same soup

Singing that song or carol

Its kind of gets you in a loop lol.xxx

Becoming Stronger........

 She had to be upfront
On the 4th to the 8th
During those days
She had to be strong
Very strong left on her own
On her own to cope
But then she realized
It was only then
All the truth about somethings
Were revealed to her
Everything unravelled right in front of her eyes
She saw things around her
In their true colours
Their very masks exposed
It was not nice
It was not nice.

When I mention about masks I am NOT talking about "those masks" as it happened three years before that even started.
I am talking about the Maskerade, the masks people wear an have when they are with certain other people as they don´t want to show their true colours to the said person an how they might feel towards them for good or for bad.
It can go either way of course in my case it was not for good.
But however when their masks came off I saw how things really were and was able to work on it an to say that it does not hurt would be a lie I can tell you.
All of us retain some kind of innocence about others all their life an in my case that was so as well.
No hate involved here but she was made to be more wary of them an protect herself more.
I saw something similar happen to my own Mom but it was too late for her to do anything about it right then.
The personal situation I am NOT going to talk about an never will either its between me an another an the brick wall.
Much love Sue.xxx



PS:
This what I talk about is about me in a certain situation when you discover how others feel an think about you its nothing to do with anythin else except me.
Masks to me are nothing more than fachades, falseness that is what I really mean to say being two faced you can call it as well.
Nothing to do with parents or children or all that other kind of stuff.

No Room For HIm????

 Pea soup fog
So dreadfully cold
Icy cold that got into you
Swirling pea soup fog
She was alone with her grief
No one wanted to be her handkerchief
Her two twin boys had gone to heaven
She was sort of watchin a film
Called "Tell Me My Name",
The door bell rang
We had no car right then
You came back all the way from Spain
Frozen to the bone
With those beautiful eyes
You asked me "can I come in"?
Question that got me right there
Right there in the heart
A course you can come in
Why do you think I would not let you in?
Well we both knew the answer to that one
We were not livin in a place of our own
So that´s why he asked
Sort of in a dubious way
Winter cold left me
My heart started to warm again an again
We both left a year later
Fed up with the never ending terms an conditions
We both came back to Spain.

Very Tough Times For Women......Nuff said.....

 
In those times it was very very tough
To live in those times
To live where she lived
Restricted, restrained by society itself
It was the way it was
Yet her very vivid imagination
Set her free
She would walk on the bleak an dark green moors
Half frozen already before even going out of the door
Seeking the way to express
Way to express her need to write
Her need to get it out there somewhere
Her deep running passions
Of love, freedom and congeniality
Learning to read and to write
Was something for most people way of sight
That was another thing that drove her
One day she sat wrote an wrote
A novel yet in all truth
It was the very truth
The very truth of how they had to live
She managed to very cleverly
Very cleverly between the lines
Her story of how she had to live those times
Buckets of courage to dare to write it
Charlotte Bronte was her name
Charlotte Bronte was her name.



Charlotte Bronte una mujer
Que vivía en una sociedad reprimida
Anclado en tiempos ya muy pasaos
Parecían tiempos como medievales
Para las mujeres que amaban la libertad
Fué muy dificil expresar
Expresar sus ganas de volar
De volar solas
Quitarse las cadenas
Quitarse las cadenas de mucha hipocresia
Un día escribió quizá el único libro
Que tuvo mucho exito entre todas las mujeres
Las mujeres de esos tiempos
Si os podeis reir pero una mujer
Entonces no podía irse sola a ningún sitio
Ni siquiera a la Libreria
Lo escribió en primera persona
Su novela "Jane Eyre" expresaba muy
Pero requete muy bién
Lo que tuvieron que vivir
Ese libro una expresión una protesta
Su protesta personal
De lo que tuvo que pasar
Pero ojo te cuento
Te cuento que esa misma sociedad
En el fondo sigue existiendo
Ahí está siempre en el fondo
Las restricciones ahí estan todavia
Yo solo digo lo que he leido
No hace falta ser de ése pais
Para entender, las restricciones
Siguen y persisten a pesar del tiempo transcurrido
Una novelista pionera que se atrevió
Hablar por la gran mayoria de las mujeres
De esos tiempos y todavia sigue hablando
Y todavía sigue habiendo.

Got My Own Back Very Nicely Some Just Don´t Know .......

 Truly she had not planned it
She had not planned it at all
Just suddenly thought of it
Puttin a whole load of work away
She sat in that class
It would be her very last one there
Most of the work she had done right
She had thrown a red herring or two
Grinning from ear to ear
She hid her face in the book

Wait for it I can see it comin she thought
Correctin the work was the ever serious perfecionist
He had got to the bottom of the page
Suddenly she saw "smoke" comin out of his ears
An through the top of his head (yed)
By this time she was laffin inside so much
She concentrated on that page instead
He could not keep her after class
At last she had got her own back
Twas her last day in that place
Sad to leave her mates
Not sorry to leave him
See you later some time never
She thought as she flung up her arms in glee
Goodbye to those times smudg.......
I am not sorry to leave thee.

Nuff said unknown to most I can be very mischevious lol an I played the cards with an ace an got my own back very nicely of course lol. Roftl.
xxx



No lo había planeao
No lo teniá pensao así
Pero, pero todos esas veces
Que nos habias hecho pasar
Pasar las canutas
Haciendonos contar hasta diez
Como si fuesemos unos tontos
En fin, tu no tenias fin
Tu condenao perfeccionismo
Nos tenía fritas ya
Sobre todo a las chicas
Nos tratabas muy mal
Como unas descerebradas
Pués te cuento que el último día de clase
Hice todo bién menos dos sumas
Las hice mal a propósito
Le entregué todo y esperé
Esperé la reacción
No tardaba en llegar
Doblado de risa yo
Me escondía la cara en el libro
No me podías detener para na
Era mi último día en esa clase
Yippee, le vi la cara roja de ira
No estoy bromeando
Me miraba directamente
Y pensaba la venganza
Se sirve en un plato muy frío
Asi que ta ta para siempre y hasta nunca gili....
Lo disfruté ese momento y muchas veces más
Joer tener que aguantar a un pesao
Un pesao como ese no lo podeis saber lo que era
Hasta luegi Sr. Smudge como puedes ver
No te guardo rencor mas que guardo mi sonrisa
Mi sonrisa de satisfacción de habertela jugao.xxx



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We Are Made Of Strong Stuff..... Yes We Are Indeed.....

Sometimes others here think
Think that I joke about the times
When we were on food rations
On food rations for somethings
Even though the war had finished
For twelve years we had privations
Of all kinds
But we grew strong
We survived all the illness
All the illness thrown at us
With not very healthy food
We got through it roughly an toughly
But we made it an came out stronger
I still have the memory of going to Post Office
With the food stamps rations an all that jargon
A lot of people in the same situation
With their almost worn out ration food books
Anyway in spite of everything
We made it an got back on track
Us West Midlanders are strong stuff
We are made of strong stuff.



    
 

Too Far Fetched?

Although possibilities seemed very far fetched
At that time things just were not going to be
More than a smirk she received
When they saw that little by little
It all fell into place
Two pieces of the jigsaw
Two pieces that were missing filled that empty space
Not right away
Things were difficult
Very difficult for them both
They both carried on their backs
A lot of responsibility
He wrote to her
In words she could not understand
But the feeling yes
He said you are my calm
You are my peace
You are my balm
I will always keep an protect you from harm.

Tryin To Get A Message To You Jota.xxx

To heal that wound
To heal that wound
She crossed her hands and and
She palmed the back of the legs
She held them there with love
To release the heartache
From the deepest layers of the skin
Slowly, slowly gently
The wound began to heal
Never to come back again ever
It increased thricefold his immunity
He was able to let go
He surrendered into love
He surrendered into love
And it was done
And it was done.

Nuff said this hold of holding the back of the legs is to work on all deep skin conditions nuff said this is a nudge to someone who lives very far away from me much love always.xxx

jin shin jyutsu, palming the calves of the legs, boost immunity system,
release heartache, adelaide, australia,
Wolverhampton,


Se sanó esa herida
Se sanó la herida de corazón
La herida que tenía en la pierna se cerró
Ella cruzo sus propias manos
Palmando la parte trasera de sus piernas
Manteniendo la actitúd de amor
El podía relajar y suspender el odio
El sumergió en ese oceano de amor
Que élla le tenía
Que élla le tenía
Y así era y así era amen y amen y amen.

PS:To palm the back of the legs with your hands crossed over and holding the back of the calves of the legs with your inside palm of your hands.
It works at a deep deep skin level an its used to heal burns quicker also.
Sorry I have not got a photo or image of that hold however it is as it is.
Hope this helps someone out there its my main priority.
Much love.
Sue.xxx

 

Para Los Que Estan Muy Muy Lejos De Mi En La Tierra De Los Roos......

 A pesar de todo
A pesar de todo
El siempre me decía
Algo que yo no quise nunca
Pero ahí estaba siempre ahí
Siempre buscaré esa forma
La forma de hacer pagar
De hacer pagar a los que le robaron la vida
Le robarón la vida
Al que me dió vida a mi
Un Padre es sagrado
Así pensaba siempre
Asi que a pesar de todo lo que ha pasao
Pasao en esta vida
Tú que estas muy lejos
A muchos oceanos de aquí
Quiero que lo sepas
Que no había ni un día
Que no pensaba en todo eso
Sabes que es verdad
Porque sabes como era
Siempre era así
Aunque la última vez que hablamos
Te dejé enfadao y es logico todo eso
Pero escuchame tu también
Estaba muy sola con una carga
Una carga que no te puedas imaginar
Simplemente te digo
Que él siempre quiso vengar
Eso lo de su Padre
De todo corazón te lo digo
De todo corazón.xxx

Danger Of Being Attacked By A Dog....

 She was carrying a child inside
She was just down the street
A certain dog that was having pups
Cornered her against a wall
Frothing and foaming at the mouth
Ready to attack
Ready to attack her
Full on, ready to go for her throat
No one came to help her
She was totally helpless
Dog was having an attack of rage
Like a lion locked up in a cage
She was terrified
Who in all truth would not be?
People just went by
She wanted to cry
But it would not come out
Somehow the dog went off
Left her alone
Totally devastated in that moment
Shaking like a leaf
It stayed with her for life
That incident marked her way of being

That really did happen an it was me she was carryin an I was petrified of dogs for quite some time until I grew up with them an now its the opposite but I can feel that terror she had right then although I was not even born I can feel it an every time I see that breed of dog I cringe inwardly an back away.
I don´t care if people don´t like it you have to know what it feels like to have a dog attacking you like that.
Its not something you can brush under the carpet it truly is not.
My Mom never got help from anyone nuff said.
Sue. xxx

He Does Not Have.......

He does not have any money
He does not own a house
He is quite noisy sometimes
Can be more humble than a mouse
He does not have a flashy car
Yet he is the centre of your life
Like it or not
He is the centre of your life
He is there always waiting
Trusting and with the warmest heart
He knows he will always have enough
Yet no one tells him about it
He is not famous and does not have a million youtube likes
He is not on Facebook as such
Yet he is still there waiting for you to come home
Sleep, food and play are the centre of his life
He wags his tail when good times do prevail.

 

 

Being More Then Enough Being So Worthy......

 

 

 Even before I knew you
You were more than enough
Times were hard
Times were tough
You took the good with the bad
Sometimes middling through
You took the good with bad
That was really you
The knowing how to cope
Having to see things
Things you did not like
Sometimes you would have told them
Them go an take a hike
You crossed the whole of Spain
In the times of Franco
He was still there then
Hitchikin is Spain
Is NOT a piece of cake
You used the navy uniform
To be able to get a lift
To go an see me in Mallorca
Without a penny almost in your pocket
If they had could you out of bounds
You might have been in Jail for years
As you were doing Military Service
Only on leave for a week
You were not supposed to out of Navarra
So the risk you took
Was huge very big
Together for four whole days
You are an always were more than enough.

Nuff said if you were in the Mili an tried to leave the province when you were supposed to stay in the same place you could have blown it big big time.
But he took that risk as I was on holiday in Mallorca neither of us knew whether he could have got there it took bravery an courage dodging the Spanish Guardia Civil Police of then very strict no forgivingness none of that.
Right then you could have been in Military Jail for a good many years.
Nuff said again all the rest is between him an me.xxx

Moving Out Of Resistance Emotional Resistance That Is....xxx

 Boy what times we are in.
Strugglin a bit with a mood
A mood that is persistant
Gettin through you that mood
Brings up some resistance
Like your inner conversation
Could be somethin like this
What do you want to let go of those thoughts for
You can be so in your comfort zone with them
So I use a bit of Eft tappin an a bit of Faster Eft mixed
Mixed together
Also breathing in as deep
As deep as I can get
No straining
Don´t force your resistance to go away
I listen to Brad Yates (Tapping with Brad)
It does not make the mood go away altogether
But it can help alleviate
Quite a lot it can help
He has a lot of wisdom
At first it might not make too much sense
But most of us are only human
When it comes to sittin on the fence
You can follow along with him
Or you can listen an then meditate
On what he says
Either way you are going to benefit

Nuff said hope it helps guys says this girl from Wolverhampton West Midlands Great Britain.xxx

Words That Go Deep......

 Palabras sin sentido
Núnca escribiré
Nunca escribiré
En Cala de Finestrat
Todo empezó ahí mismo
Aquél día que te tuve que dejar
Yo pensaba esto será el final
De algo que podía haber sido muy bonito
Muy bonito te dí la mano
Intentando no mirar
No estaba segura
No estaba segura
Segura de na
Hacía falta despegar
Hacía falta despegar
Salir de ese sitio
Para aclarar
Para aclarar todo lo que
Lo que había pasao
A cincuenta mil pies
Se me abrió el corazón
Escondía las lagrimas
Pero sabiendo ahora si que
Si que staba segura
Lo que había pasao
Lo estaba procesando
A much velocidad
Me inundastes los sentidos
Mas no explicaré
No explicaré
Lo muy profundo
Lo muy profundo
Que habías llegao
Que habías llegao.





Never would she use words without sense
Words without sense
Words that go nowhere in particular
In Cala de Finestrat
She was on a different theme
Something that was new to her
To her herself
She was out of her own waters
Out of her own boundaries
At the same time
She let go of you
Almost believing it could never be
At fifty thousand feet
She allowed everything to flow
She just let go
She just let go
Knowing that deep deep down
Something was happening right there
It would go into the future
Not knowing how or when
Just knowing that in Cala de Finestrat
Both of us knew
Both of us knew where we were at.

Abusive Treatment Of Women Trying To Get A Job,

She never told you so many things
Things that she went through
Never told you till much much water
Water had gone under the bridge
Because she knew what you would have done
An bein at that time in England
For you was not much fun
If you had taken any action
It would have worked against you
She knew that so she kept silence
For such a long long time
When she told you you were angry
Angry and indignant
At what she went through that day
He said to her things right then
Things she is not going to say
She writes this as a protest
Against what she went through
As other women have been as well
Its something that should never happen
Ever again but it still goes on
For the sake of a job
For the sake of a job
She will never tell
Not even a part of the story
But happened it did
Its not something she expresses at will.

She is listening to the beautiful consoling voice of David Bisbal it compensates a mile an a half that not very nice memory.
xxx
Yesterday I wrote about the abusive life Catherine Of Aragón had to lead its very much tied in with what I went through on job interview day again not gonna say how or why deffo not a feminist in any way shape or colour.xxx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDmJTJHWZv0

 

Only Person That Stood By Her......

 You stood by her
In what was now a stranger´s land
She was not the stranger
But it was the way it was
Whether anyone likes it or not
That´s the way it was
Her next door neighbour
We don´t want you to go
He was very concerned about her
As were the women of the street
But she had to go
She had no other choice
It was either that
Or run the risk
Of going through the same again
So she had to be brave an stand on her own
Back in the land where she had grown
Far from easy
Only woman who stood by her
Took her everywhere needed
Offered her support
When she was too heavy
To even get up
Everything hurt
But she made her laugh
Wiped away her tears
For a moment albeit
Allayed her of the moment fears
You stood by her in that land
Always giving a helping hand
Asking for nothing in return
Both you an her knows who she is
Memory is still there
Love an much much gratitude
In her heart does burn.

Nuff said only person so willing to give an ask for nothin in return love you so much.xxx

A Miracle No One Got Hurt......Barcelona......

 In Barcelona yesterday was lamentable
All the crazed implication of saving energy
Put many many cyclists at risk
They were forced to race
To race in an enforced darkness
Because of the super torrents of rain
They could hardly see
See where they were going
No safety light of any kind permitted
The enforced hardly any lights of any kind
Was not a nice spectacular to see
Felt really sorry
She felt their anger
She felt their frustration
Very bad start to a cyclist race
That tours the whole of Spain
Thank God no one was badly hurt
Hurt pride was more like it I would say
Having been obliged to race
For the sake of saving energy
They have taken leave of their senses
Goodness me, goodness me.

Nuff said one cyclist said the rain was furious an raging and he felt like he was blind no on had told them anything exact about the time they had all got geared up to race in the daylight
this is Spain, Spain is different no taking into account the safety of the teams all for the sake of well we all know what.
Still gonna watch it though although its only about 20 minutes on public tv.

Sue.xxx

Ella No Es Traidora... No Lo Es....

 Ella nunca echaría a alguien
Fuera de su casa o puerta
Nunca sería ella traidora
O darte por ahí
Ella no es ninguna Santa
Ni mucho menos
Pero lo que nunca haría es traicionar
No es su estilo
Es su forma de vida
Algunos lo hacen todos los dias
Sin ni siquiera pestañear
Les resbala todo eso
Del amor y compasión
Sus corazones son negros
Como el carbón
Negros como el carbón
Ella no es traidora
No Señora no
No Señora no
Cualquier que me conozca
Te puede decir que es verdad
Nunca te dejaría colgada
Jamás, ya te lo digo yo
Si no te lo crees pués allá tú.




Si hay algo que se me ha quedado
Toda mi vida
A pesar de todo
A pesar de todo
Es que la memoria de algo
Ella en esa casa tan vieja
Un día estaba tendiendo la ropa
En aquella habitación
Mas alejada de la puerta
Y no podia oir por el ruido de fuera
Si alguien llamaba a la puerta misma
Asi que élla  tendia la ropa
En aquella cuerda muy floja
No tenía otra cosa
Cuando no respondía enseguida
Empezarón a golpear la puerta
Con mucha fuerza
Golpearón la puerta hasta casi tirar
Entonces élla se enteró
Y fué corriendo un poco asustada
Un poco preocupada
Y abrumada, muy abrumada
Por la preocupación
Que me demostraba
A ver si yo estaba bien
A ver si yo estaba bien
A pesar de todo
Esa demostraciòn de consternación
Se quedó con élla toda la vida
A pesar de todo
A pesar de todo le queda ésa memoria
Lo tiene guardado secretamente en su corazón.

How You Used To Sing......As A Child....

 As a small child
Being either on a bus
Or a train of that time
This is how you would sing
Fandango a Spanish way of singing flamenco
It has many deep historical roots to it
You would sing them with your heart
You would sing them with your soul
You would give it your whole
People around you clapped like crazy
They wanted more more of your voice
It made you happy to be that way
Your voice was that of a child
Seeking its expression
In a very special way..

Jorge Goñi Malo Aizoain.