Sisterz

My lovely sister, Debbie, has made it onto WordPress – Yay!  Here we are with Dad (me on the right of the pic).

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Debz makes cakes, and very scrumptious they are, too.

Pop over to Debz Cakes, Bakes and Me, take a peek at her yummies (not a euphemism) and give her a great big friendly welcome 🙂

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Pleasure

What I like most about this is Sue’s reply to Grae’s comment 🙂

Sue de Nimes

We long for yesterday.
The sun shone, the songbirds sang,
the buttercups danced in delight
and we made love amongst them,
pulsating with pleasure.

Today, foreboding dark clouds.
The rains threaten, the birds are silenced,
the buttercups bow their heads in despair,
and we feel the loss with them,
mournful with melancholy.

Had we embraced that which is,
seen the truth of nature,
expressed our gratitude,
for the rhythm of the elements,
we would feel no pain from the pleasure
of memories of yesterday.

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Daffodils

So… Sue 🙂

Sue de Nimes

I saw the daffodils – gold against blue skies.
Deep green stems, distorted in crystalline water, held my gaze.
I didn’t see him, across the room,
holding her hands, across the table.
I didn’t see his eyes full of love, holding her gaze.
I didn’t see her shine as he placed the ring upon her finger.
I didn’t see the diamond sparkle or the gold glitter.
I remained in place, remembering his words from the day before.
“I’m sorry.”
I only saw the daffodils.
They filled my being and I was of them,
without identity or name.
I was absorbed.
I was free.

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I wonder why, I wonder when

Our world will be turned upside down

With boxes packed and things moved round

The creatures staring without sound

They wonder, too, of me and you.

 

I wonder when, I wonder why

Things change about us by and by

Boxes unpacked and items set

In places which we might forget

We wonder, too, of things we do.

 

When is the now, Why is the wonder

Couples torn and ripped asunder

New loves come and take their place

Where briefly there was empty space

Wondrous gifts which we behold.

 

Why? Because of items moving

When? Next Saturday, of our choosing

We’ve tidied up and made some room

Rosewood dresser, table soon

Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.

 

 

NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!

Let’s go bowling!

A very short – based on a true – story.
The two girls linked arms as they walked. They weren’t dressed for the weather, which was icy drizzle, choosing instead to wear short skirts and T-shirts. They laughed as they chatted about the latest beau on their hit list, seemingly oblivious to the inclement cold.

I was walking in the opposite direction, wearing a heavy wool coat, buttoned up tightly, and a knitted hat with a faux fur lining. As I neared them, I wondered if they would move into single file so that we could all neatly cross the train tracks.

When we were almost level, the one on the left looked me straight in the eye and knocked me into the path of an oncoming Range Rover, which swerved to avoid me.

“And then we’re going bowling.”

At the Art House…

GS says… Support your local Art House!
LC says… Support your local Cart House!

Graeme Sandford

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Support your local Art House
And, if you have them,
Your Tart House,
Your Cart House,
And your Finnish Andstart House;
They need your support
For without you
THEY WOULD COME TO NOUGHT!

What do you mean you haven’t got an Art House?
That there is only a Vape Shop
Where you used to stop
For Coffee and Cake
And a chat, and to take
The weight off your feet;
Where the people you’d meet
Would be happy to see you;
A place where you could be you;
A place that you thought
Would last forever…

… that is sad…

…to lose one of the best friends you ever had…

If only you had done a little more
When it was there…

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Chaos

I’ve just won a ticket to a lyric-writing session with Chris Difford of Squeeze! So I’ve been looking through my lyrics.

These are from one of my tracks called “Order out of Chaos” (formerly “Chaos” until I put some order to it!)

About “Chaos”
Another collab with Jip, with me adding the vibes, pad of the orient, flute and vocals.
From the original da da da da das before I came up with any lyrics, I wasn’t happy with any of the melodies. This is the result of me getting bored with it and un-muting all the practice vocal tracks! Enjoy xox
You are like an ocean to me

Searching depths that no one must see

Stormy times
You are so very calm and clear

But murky secrets you hold dear

Steamy crimes
On the surface, so receptive

Underneath, highly deceptive

Darkness falls
Emotions caught in disarray

You cannot be who you portray

The siren calls
Each drop of life

That drops into your ocean

Ripples with love
Bounds into your heart

Expanding

As all is one
Currents pull you down so deeply

Chaos drags you so completely 

In your mind
But deeper still, it’s in your eyes

Your surface tells your deep desires

Forever change
Your hopes and dreams drift with the tide

Never the same, your worlds collide

You’re rearranged
Each drop of life

That drops into your ocean

Ripples with love
Bounds into your heart

Expanding

As all is one
You can find the track on Soundcloud/Janegoldsack or Alonetone.com/ladyjane

Bubble Rapt

What’s this?  A bandwagon?  Don’t mind if I do!

I’ve just published my first book!

Bubble Rapt is a selection of short stories with a twist to leave you all tangled up like a tangly thing.  The stories are mostly by me, bar one, which is extra special.

I’ve popped in a true tale by my Dad, Ray Goldsack, as he always wanted to be published, but didn’t quite get round to it before he died. There you go, Dad.  It would have been his 79th birthday yesterday 🙂

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Find out what happens to Robert, the coy carp, and Little  Molly Plankton, and  why Jenny Sanders is so Bubble Rapt!

Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu.

You know you want to!

Morning text

Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment.  I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂

From he to me

Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.

Xxxxxxxxx❤️xxxxxxxxxX

 

From me to he

I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’

I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er

Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!

Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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