Bright Spark Of A Girl.......

 Two separate puzzles all got mixed up
They had very different themes
Interesting to some not to others
Puzzles are not for those 
Those who suffer from apathy
Only a bright spark
A bright spark of a little girl
Took all the pieces carefully
Put them back on the table
In almost an instant
She had got them both done
Everyone was gobsmacked
She had won
She had demostrated 
Demostrated what she could do
She was a girl with special talents
She had shown them a solution
Also she was capàble of so much more
Bright spark of a girl
You gave surprises galore.

Wanting A Horse Shoe Nail..........

 Horse was a bit lame
No one took any notice
It was living a life 
A life for which he was
He was not to blame
For the want of care
For the want of skin going bare
A fungus had set up
A lot of pain
No treatment, no gain
His trying to bring attention
Again and again an again
Fungus took hold of the right hoof
Grew quickly hoof out of shape
Twisted and distorted
Owner if you could call him that
Was ready to give him his last call card
Stable boy sneaked in very soon
Cured the horses hoof 
Repaired all his hooves
Also the horseshoe nails
Nails had seen better days
Stable boy knew better ways
Got cured did the horse
Love and compassion
Proper food the real cure
Horse almost died
All for the want of a horseshoe nail
Did most of the cure with herbs
All from centuries ago
When horses lived in grass plains
And lots of mountain snow.

A Rainbow Of Hope For The Lack Of Empathy......

 Have never ever liked people making fun
Fun of other people who can´t help
Can´t help what they were born with
Not going to say where or how
Two silly people were laughing 
Making fun of someone with a birthmark
A birthmark on his face
That said person is the leader of top doctors
He is the top doctor of the team
And he has found a way to stop pancreatic cancer
Being so fatal
They have become famous yes
But the lack of empathy from people who are so
So fickle and flippant
With their mobiles giggling away
She hopes that you won´t need his help some day.

Backsstabbers That Only Cause Hurt..........

 When someone does something to cause hurt knowingly
And that same said person looks the other way
Oh they will say knowingly 
That does not bother me
Oh for nothing flattens my ego
Yet in spite of the hurt
The hurt that they knew would go deep
To others involved
For the ones that caused the hurt
The matter has been resolved
Its been filed away somewhere in time
Yet you could not see the sorrow
The sorrow that has been caused
Its a matter of they don´t want to look
In the folders in their minds
Mates when someone does something
Out of some kind of I´m getting my own back
They certainly need to look at the lack
The lack in their lives
Could be on so many levels
But they won´t in case their hair dishevels.

 

 

 

Its Not A Tale Its a True Story.......

 If you are ever on that border
Its very treacherous to be in such a place
Lots of courage, bravery is shown
By the men that guard that pass
Yes the scenery is one thing
But duty another
It was 24 hour stint up and down
Guarding and guarding keeping the foe away
One sole man lost his footing
He fell into very icy water
Alas it was so high up
They could not get to him in time
Its said that his spirit led them
Led them to where he was
Since then he has manifested time and time again
To help and guide the men there patrolling
Its a true story
Won´t say any more a beautiful narrative
Telling us there is more than just this life.

The image is to honour that said soldier who still keeps guard in the Nathulian Pass flowers are sweet almond blossoms. Nuff said.xxx

Old Tattered Little Girls Coat......

 She holds that coat
Coat that she wore on that day
When they managed to tear her Mother away
The broken pieces of her Mom´s efforts
To keep a hold of her daughter
It was the last time
Last time they ever saw each other
All she was able to keep
Was that little coat of when she was small
She lets the tears flow 
Flow for they know not of time or space
All of her life looking for her Mom
Hoping that she might be alive
But everytime she sees the old railway tracks
That went to a certain place
A cold shiver runs up her spine
Even though it was such a long time ago
The World never stops
But for the people that were there
For those that were there they know
She prays that her Mother is at peace
Hugging that now wreck of a coat
Those cold icy railway tracks
They are still there
With the millions of memories yet to be told.

In loving memory.xxx nuff said.xxx

 

 

Esta sentada en su cuarto
Sin calor, sin nada
Mas que un abrigo que llevó
Que llevo aquel día
Aquel día que su Madre
Se afferó al abrigo de élla
Los soldados la llevarón lejos de ahí
En un tren lleno de miseria
De cuentos que nunca se contarán
Si, la niña creció
Pero siempre con esa memoria
Que nunca se borrará
Cuando agarrarón a su Mamá 
Peor trato élla nunca había conocido
Hasta ese maldito día
Llora élla porque nunca mas le volvió a ver
Los railes de ese lugar
Cubiertos y congelados de nieve
Llevan y contienen historias 
Contienen historias que el mundo
El mundo tendría que saber
De todo el sufrimiento llevado
Y nadie ha aprendido
Y nadie ha aprendido.

La flor es un simbolo de todo el coraje el valor de esos millones de personas.
Ella no dice mas nada mas que eso.xxx

Hard Working, Lovely Colours, A Teaspoon Of.......

 About the size of the top part of your little finger
Brown and honey coloured stripes are theirs
Transparent wings takes them to things
Things that they linger on
Linger on and pause too
Its part of their work
Sometimes makes an audible sound
Whether in the air or on the ground
Will never hurt you 
Never hurt unless you harm them
She smiles to herself 
When she sees them
Up until last December they were there
Flying in and around the air
Their whole life they give us
Pollinating all the flowers they can find
Altogether and in a measure
A tablespoon of honey
Comes from a lifespan of daily grind.

Too Much Too Soon, No Warning Given.........

 The year before last
A lot of shadows were overcast
Before she went into an almost total burnout
She was hearing about the floods
Floods that came without warning of any kind
It took and destroyed on all infinite levels
Today now in the year 2026 
People do  not forget
They cannot do so because of the way it happened
The way it all came about
Now all over this country 
This country is still trying to help
Those people who lost everything
She always had a gut feeling about this one
And other people felt it too
It was not like natural stuff you know
When she started to get better
Which was pretty soon
Things were still very hot about that event
Her own opinion stays here with her
But her opinion is what others think too
All of a sudden you felt connected 
To other countries as well
That have suffered so much
Only an open heart can and be in touch
With the high waves of emotions
All that has been going on
Allowing stability in an open heart
All peace and calm to overflow
Into a protecting light around us 
For it to never happen again 
May it all be so
So be it, so be it.

Happy New Year To My Grandad.....

 Its really difficult to write 
To write about someone you never ever knew
I am still seeing you there in that photo
Of course in black and white
Your eyes are blue I can tell that
All I have ever heard about you
Is that you fought in the War
Was brought back with injuries
Injuries to your lungs
Very badly scarred from the gas
Never able to work again
Apart from there being no pension
No pension it seems for one
Who ended up giving into that dreadful illness
No money for a funeral
Need I have to say anymore?
Amy had to work from dawn till dusk
It also made her very worn out
No proper food right up until in the ´50´s
I cannot wonder how it all must have been
But you were one of the soldiers
One of the soldiers that never got seen
However I am just seeing that photo again
You were one of the millions best ever been.

This Grinch Is Not A Synch........

 There he is again
The Grinch himself to pinch
To pinch all the joy 
All the joy he can out of everyone
He thrives when people are sad an down
Watch out he is there an about
Clinging to those who are nice an happy
Those who have no feeling of lack
He is waitin for the moment
For all the Christmas lights to go pop
Its his work you see
Trying to affect you an me
Where it is all dark an grey
He The Grinch is on his way
To stoke up those sad an down feelings
So just say to him BOO its Christmas
To scare him off
An we can all have a good laugh
At least an albeit one moment of the day.

Remembering My Gran.....Not Sayin Any More Than That......

 She was not a woman of her time
Always ahead in a lot of things
I might not have agreed with all that
With a mind sharper than most would think
Living in a very difficult area
Where the fog prevailed in winter
It had other kinds of problems too
Like other people following my sister home
In the very dark of the night
There was scarcely any light
Me being very small
Was in my Grandmother´s house
Being quite used to other people 
Following my sister home
She would quickly open the door
The front door with all the swirling thick fog
Entering in like thick smoke
Behind my poor sister would very often come
Some unknown stranger and stand right 
Right on the front doorstep
Saying I am her boyfriend
I was seeing all that happen in real time
My Grandmother without uttering a word 
Would slam the front door right in their very face
And they would come round no more
Its something you just don´t forget
I too had those kind of things happen
When I was now growing more
But I would just say no
And that me mates is my encore.


PS:This really happened they would often follow her to the very front doorstep of my Gran´s house saying that they were her boyfriends.
Alas my Gran did not have time for such kind of thing an slammed the front door right in their face.
If she were here right now she would do exactly the same thing as then there was no messing around with her.
All that happened when I was very small now the story has grown very tall.

Too Big For Their Boots.....Not Able To Have Feelings Of Any Kind...

 She was looking for compassion in that person
She was looking for some kind of feeling
Feeling for the other person in mind
But all said person did
Did was to treat them worse
Exagerate it all out of proportion
Talking down to them
Not appreciating their unwell condition
Despising them thinking yourself much much better
But you kept going an going in the same direction
All she can say is that its just to be hopes
Hopes that it does not happen to you the very same thing
She did not want to believe
Believe she was once close
Close to someone that could do that kind of stuff
Can it really be such a mean person?
Well we all know that does exist
She is sayin no more
She is sayin no more

Nuff said it speaks for itself but she is not sayin any more than that.

Donde la compasión?
Donde el corazón?
Alguien que trabajaba hasta mas no poder
Y no habías hecho mas que pisarle
Una y otra vez y lo siguiente
Mal alimentao, mal pagao
Eso no puede ser
Me parecia haber vuelto a la edad media
Cuando y oia tal cosa ocurrir
Tratandole con desprecio
Hablandole malamente
Sabias que no podia mas
Pero aún seguias
Aun seguias con tu plan
A ver, a ver que no te toque lo mismo
Que no te paguen con la misma moneda
Que tu le has despachao
Yo no me lo querría creer
Que pueda haber gente tan mezquina
Pues ya se ve que los hay
A la vuelta de la esquina
Y no digo más, y no digo mas.

A Simple Pink Rose For A Mom........

 Who will put a rose for you?
Who will put it there?
To show that your life
Meant something although others did not care
She can put you rose
There where you lie
In her mind she can do it only
Because if she were to do that physically
It would right away be destroyed
Although she does not know
What you tried to tell her
Lets all that be in peace
She in her mind puts you a rose
A beautiful pink one
To show you that I at least did think of you
In spite of our many differences
I was the only one there
I was the only one to hold a flag for you
When others only sought to do the contrary
All the time with the same theme
You might have barked up the wrong tree as you said
That´s all over now
Let there be peace overflowing on this 23rd of August
23rd of August when you passed away.

Lost For Words Of Such Bad Treatment Of That Poor Bull.....

 Poor little thing, poor little mite
Alone in the hottest of days
Too much sun, too much light
No water, no food
She wanted to jump the fence an give him water
Albeit a bucket
But no one came
The very belly of that bull
Was heaving from the strain
Dehydrated, he needed shade
Loads of people staring at him
Yet no one went to his assistance
Tears smarted her eyes
Why don´t they let him be?
Why such kind of treatment
She could not bear to keep seeing it
Seeing all that happen
Steam was comin off him
Because of the intense heat
Yet the bull was defiant
He did not admit defeat.



Nuff said that is what actually happens a lot of times, she refuses to go to anyhere where such things take place.

Brightest Star In The World That Day......

 In the Calle. Amaya
Not sayin where
After walkin up 5 flights of stairs
Heavy with child an all the rest
We, María an me sat down
Sat down to watch your fairy tale like Wedding
We saw an watched in awe
That so beautiful wedding dress
So radiant, so vivacious
So full of life
I never imagined that day
How it would all end
Exclamations we made in between
Coffee an pastas
How lovely, how beautiful
The other one I did not even look at
I was seeing the love in your eyes
That was what held me there
An that long long flowing dress
Your name was Diana
Brightest star amongs the rest.

Nuff said Diana I would not have wanted to live your life not even for a day but the wedding memories of your fleeting happiness still stay an Spain an England just for once at peace an content.xxx

Mon Amour The Best Of The Best For Sure.......

 The only one that sang on his own
No dancers, no backing
No super flashy lights
No gimmicks or other fancy stuff
You gave it all you got
Memorable performance
Will always stay with us
You did your Country proud
For us you are the winner
The number ONE
Powerful, yet gentle voice
Even standing away from the mike
You were still singing away
Proving the talent and the strength
Your name is S. M. from Fr......xxx
So very well done S. M. very well done.xxx

Going to keep the peace going as long as I can much love.xxx

 They say if the shoe fits wear it
Wear those shoes as long as its good
Good for you and everyone else
Peace is my idea today
Don´t give a fig
A fig where anyone is from
We all deserve that peace
That inner nurturing
That inner kindness to ourselves
I had an am holding a image
Of us all around the world
Reaching out to each other
To each other in peace
I have spent my whole life being
Being the peace maker in that house
The doer an havin to say
Things that had to be said an done
They were not willing to pull or push that cart
Not ever at all
So I deserve some peace away from all that
Gonna keep that peace goin as long as I can
You can bet on it
Peace has always been my own mission
Have never had very much of that
For being outspoken sometimes
I won myself enemies
Because they did´nt want their apple cart upset
But I had to say an do it
Even though I did not want to
Even though I did not want to.

Its A Shame That You Cannot Pick Up The Scent Of This.....

 If you live here you have to work hard at finding flowers, real flowers that is or the real scent of any of them.
By the River here is a kind of Bush I think it is as all the leaves are on it.
Hard to tell really as its all behind closed gates and a big dog barking warning you off.
I have had big dogs here an there an I can tell by their bark when they mean business.
So after after a whole hour an a half of walking round a different place
It seemed like a castle in the clouds
A kind of thing from outer space
A lot of bushes
Must be a gardener around
But alas no flowers of any kind
They just don´t do that here
Its very hard to find an appreciate them
They just don´t do gardens or the like
So when she came across the huge sprays of berries
Hanging off from very old walls
Part of the walls are a thousand years old
Although they don´t give off a scent
The dark green an red colours
Are very vibrant
Last part afore gettin home
That beautiful lemon scented whatever it is
The aroma of it hits the air
Sort of like lemon an lime
She means real lemons that is
She means what real lemons smell like
An lime she well knows what real lime is too.


Nuff said I had no idea that they had built such a big complex up there behind all that greenery put a photo in or two if I can so you can see what I mean but no photo of the actual place.

When Roses Are Deffo Deffo Not Roses Or Anything Like It......

 Not feeling the "Valentine Stuff"?
She certainly did not pick up
Pick up the "connective" ambience
A so called rose
A so called rose
Way too over priced
Did not even look much like a real rose
No scent  petals all rough an scratchy
She put it back in it place
So called other flowers
Looked more like plastic than anything else
Had no scent
None whatsoever
To her dismay nothing felt like "Valentine´s Day"
Nothing at all
Except that she chose to feel it in her own way
In her own way was so much better
She has grown up with "real roses" in the garden
Very soft petals like velvet
With real thorns around
A deep heavenly scent
An aroma that filled the air
Don´t try to tell her that was a rose
It was anything but that
But no matter the memory of a real rose
Is still there
It still prevails.

Paris, France, Mon Amour He Sings With Such Passion..........

 Okay so I don´t care where he is from
I am listening to an amazing voice
He is from France
Singing with an incredible sensitivity
He sings with a passion
Beautiful silky sensual tones
That is quite unlike any other
I think his name his singer name is Slimane
What a beautiful voice to hear in these turbulent days
He takes away the grey sky
He allows in the light
He allow in the sun
Going for Eurovision 2024
Wishing him the best of luck
He is a real winner for sure
Just like La Zarra or La Zara
Please excuse my spelling
I can read French much better than speak it.

Nuff said loved France´s entry last year very sensual singer an understood every word she sang no muffled stuff you have to throw your voice when you sing no shyness there.
I feel he is singing the France of other times of yonder times yore.
He gives you France on a plate an Paris is at the top of the slate.
Very proud of him an the very light penetrating way he has put it all across.
I have a very good ear for music even now, even now.xxx