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.