Valentines day…

Love is a great thing
When two people come together
Angels sing

It is the meeting of the divine
God has your chosen one
When two hearts align

It is where the ancients went
And wandered with what was heaven sent
Within the person that for them was meant

Love is paradise
Love is oh so nice
True love never comes twice

Dancing in the arms of love under the starlit sky
In the arms of someone until you die
And never lie
And always stand by

Love heals the heart
Love brings a fresh start

Love is eternal
Love is forever
Love is happiness when love is complete with two people together

Love brings a smile
And happiness worthwhile

Winter I love you….

Winter I love you
The frost on the ground
The cold all around

Winter I love you
The cold light of the sun is dawning
Lighting the beautiful frosty morning

Winter I love you
You are both friend and foe
The dreams of the snow
And the beautiful white glow

Winter I love you
You teach me so well
I am under your spell
And the cold air do I smell

The purity of a clear moonlit night
An enchanting sight
As I bask in the kiss of the cold night

Winter I love you
With your snow covered country lanes
And the white as far as I can see across the fields and plains

Winter I love you
With your beautiful frost
Sent upon the land at any cost

Winter I love you
The stillness of trees
The quietness of nature
And the water is in a deep freeze

Winter I love you
The grass is hard
The water does not flow
And the cold air cruelly does it blow

Winter I love you
The magic hangs in the air
Cold morning gazes
The snow falling everywhere

Winter I love you
I awake and the house is cold
And the perils of winter days of old
Is so beautifully told

Winter I love you
Winter you make every morning fresh and new….
Winter the goddess
I love you

The beauty of Autumn

Within the fall of Autumn
Comes a candlelight glow,

And a cool breeze begins to blow,
The sounds of leaves stood upon on the ground below,

The magnificence of colours begin to show
The silence of the trees,
Only the calling of a lonesome crow,

Scarfs and hats are worn wherever the people go, The magic begins to gather in the air, the scary faces of the pumpkin within every window

The morning mist which hangs in the air, and the spirits of night from within the shadows,

the hanging of the moon so peaceful and a calming sight

The long twinkle of starlit skies, The fall early of night, rooms lit up by firelight

How the atmosphere and the beauty of Autumn grows…

Protected by Magic…

England is a land protected by magic both now and in history,

At the dawn of terror raised by the word Nazi

Casting protection, setting the magic free, so mote it be

In England they danced around the fire, in the magic circle, a gathering of many,

And the words they chanted..

Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea…’

From within the book of shadows,
the magic arose, and how beautiful the magic in the Pentacle glows

Earth, air, fire, Water, powerful elements of the witches, and the spirit of nature within natures son and daughter

Under a full moons light
The chants of witches, blown into the night

Witches danced against the threat of combat, magic raised to cause enemies to fall flat, worshipped and gazing on is the black Cat

As long as the Ravens in the tower stay, held by magic keeping invasion at bay, England shall never be led astray

Magic blows across the meadows of England until this day, and the spells remain of Morgan le Fay

And the magic grows upon the gentle breeze of a Pendle wind, on Witching hour, when the viel to the spirit world is most thinned

The secret of the ancients tells, The whisper on the wind, ancient wisdom on every page within the book of spells

Oh the beauty of sorcery,  under the moon of 1940, casting magic to keep England free,

The power and chant of many, chanting with positive energy

‘Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea..’

A little Paradise…

The most beautiful little hands, the most amazing eyes, the greatest smell. The sound of the laughter, the inquizitive chatting and the innocence. These are magical times. Times I remember when I was oh so small as well, a time of a yesteryear.

The cute clothes and a small cosey bed and a bedroom. The gorgeous eyes see a new world.

The love and affection pouring to and from the heart of innocence is immense. May the world love you like we do.

Days which pass the magic gets stronger but the time shorter yet more precious. Where do all the years go?

I have spent many years at the paradise of your love and in the gasping beauty of your eyes and of your innocent kisses upon my head. These are beautiful precious moments I can never get back and wont stand the test of time. They are the moments of which will exist beautifully only within my memory.

The innocence and greatness of purity shall carry with me for my eternity amongst the stars. I am enriched to experience precious time with you, precious days that I want to last forever, I am blessed with the return into a kingdom which I once lived and you opened the gates for me to be back amongst the great beginning of life. Here exists total freedom and total creation and happiness. A world of which I have missed. One where I once belonged so happily.

If only I could tell you of the cruel cold desert outside this kingdom where you currently live. It would make you enjoy every moment of where you are now in this beautiful better reality.

In this kingdom memories are made that echoes through the ages, where love is so strong it is unbreakable, where the stars are clear and where peace amongst others reigns.

The day will come where you must leave the kingdom and never truly return but the memories of these days and the people who existed within it shall stay with you for all eternity.

May you have a long time in the kingdom, may you have a long and amazing life oh little cute beautiful soul of paradise…

Vera Lynn – Our Sweetheart…

The tragic news has come that Vera Lynn has died. May she rest in peace.

I feel such sadness. She was a symbol of hope and freedom and kept the spirits going. Her songs and her smile shall never be forgotten.

Vera Lynn is forever our nations sweetheart, the light in darkness and played her part in the war. She deserves a statue.

From wonderful music to wonderful kindness did she inspire this nation and keep the morale up.

She was weaved into the tapestry of this nation and into our hearts with beautiful motivating and beautiful songs which still get played and enjoyed even till this day.

It is like the last of old England has gone and today the nation mourns its sweetheart.

Great songs such as we’ll meet again, Berkeley Square, And bluebirds over the White cliffs of Dover have kept us connected to freedom and romance.

Looking back her songs make the wartime a romantic time when love was in jeopardy she kept the light of love and romance burning.

Thankyou so much Vera for everything you did and the wonderful songs you sung and you are our sweetheart forever.

Goodbye our sweetheart – we’ll meet again…

Dame Vera Lynn may you rest in peace…

Thunder and Lightning…

The flashing light within the night
The rumble of thunder close by, The sound of the rain heavy against the window

How I love thunder and lightning, so exciting and so spooky. The best time to experience thunder is in bed. When nature roars but we are safe and snug away from it all.

It was always my most favourite weather, when the sky is angry, when the weather rages and sends the torrents against mankind

The sky lights up from a lightning bolt
Rain falls like a waterfall. Nature shows its strength to humanity.

The sky roars loud
The road has become like a river. No man can cut through a storm safe despite his technologies. Mother nature is stronger than us all.

I was once out in a great storm and I seen a lightning bolt hit the floor close by. It was a dangerous, scary and exciting moment as I got drenched in the rain heading to my car.

It is a reminder to this supreme mindset mankind has which is just a myth that nature is king.

As a child my eyes was fascinated by lightning as it comes closer, the flash of lightning and the wait for the thunder roar. The sounds of rain on the roof and the floods building close by. This excited me alot.

Nature sends its powerful electric display and loud roaring voice, nature batters at our world well. When the storm comes the people hide.

Next time the storm rages I shall watch in wonder and enjoy natures display of strength….nature is beautiful

The childhood regret…

Once there was a little girl who lived down the street,

and upon a summers evening when I was aged seven she sat on her bike on my drive wearing a yellow tshirt, denim dungarees and trainers on her feet,

a little cute thing and really sweet

Upon this moment I said something wrong, and I remember it and look back with regret
I said a word of which in childhood it should never belong

Upon that evening I innocently called you brown, and upon this moment my mum stepped forward and shouted me down

I didnt mean what I said, It was a silly remark of a young boy and I remember your sad face within that moment in my head

You probably dont remember this moment all them years ago, the years passed by too quickly and places and people did we outgrow, But I am sorry I want you to know

As children we was friends, and within childhood memories this never ends, and I write this poem to make amends,

For a little girl I once knew who used to make me smile, who over the years would come and chat for a while

A little girl who once existed with black frizzy hair and always was kind, and in childhood this can be hard to find

You are one of the names of a yesteryear, and when I return home all the kids are gone who once played here.

From childhood we are now gone and from these streets we no longer play, and you have all grown up into the woman that you are today

But within the shadows of time I shall always have a memory, of a girl who existed in my very own history, I shall always remember the little girl,

I shall always remember –  Tilly

Memories of Hillview…

Once upon a time there was a group of children who all went to one place together and shared their childhoods together. We as children all went to one school together and our school was called….Hillview.

The memories still dance in my mind. The stone faces on the wall in the foyet, the smell and the feel of the school mobiles, the excitement of being able to go and play on the school field on hot summers days and the magical feeling of going back to your friends house for tea after school.

I can remember the Alice in Wonderland painting along one of the walls in a coridoor.

I can remember the magic of being at School on dark nights because it was Christmas time and we was doing Christmas plays and everyone was wearing costumes. The school hall was in darkness just a spotlight on stage and all the parents sat watching. That hall had for me a strange feel on the floor and its own unique smell.

I remember the songs we used to sing. I remember the places and houses people from school used to live in. We lived in a generation at Hillview where everybody was raised well and had nice parents.

Life was simple and easy back then. There was nothing to worry about and you got to play with friends and enjoy life all day.

I started school in the late 80s. Seems such a long time ago now. Teenage mutant hero turtles and Ghostbusters was the popular childrens culture.

I can remember my first day and I was very upset. I didnt want to go school and didnt settle too great. I can remember one boy talking to me and on my second day in school I was ok and was met by this boy again. This boys name was Tom.

Unrealized by me over the years Tom was actually very talented and smart. He was a great drawer from an early age and I remember once when he was sat next to me and we had to draw a picture the teacher Mrs Price could not believe his cartoon art. I can remember it now and it was great. I dont think he was ever given enough recognition for his talents. From an early age he stayed behind after school for guitar lessons and did what he wanted to do without being swayed by others.

This was a great time where image didnt matter and people was allowed to be free as themselves.

My favourite classroom at School I think was the mobile classrooms. Especially in winter there was an atmosphere in them and it was different. It was more old fashioned in them and cold in the mornings until the old heaters came on. They had their own distinct smell.

Another friend I met at a young age was Chris. Chris was probably the cleverest person I knew at the time. He was smart and the most genuine person I have ever known. I walked to school and home again with Chris every day. Throughout early childhood me and Chris did everything together. I spent the most time with Chris as he lived close by and we was together doing something or other everyday.

I remember the excitement of a school night away when we was about 6. We went to stay in the woods for the night with school and I remember the excitement of this night.

I am not 100% but as we had all female teachers on the trip the girls stayed in the same room as the teachers but us boys was left to mess about unattended in another room. We all was messing about shining our torches around the room. The teacher came in and shouted mainly at Tom who was actually the innocent party in it all who was sat in bed reading a pop up kids book with his torch.

Andy was another friend I had from an early age. I went to his after school for tea more than anyone elses. I can still remember his old house and the lay out. It was exciting going back to his house. We played the same games and watched the same tv shows over the years. He was imaginative like me and between us we was a sort of pair of story tellers. We used to imagine events and scenarios. It was Andy I spent many dinners with indoors when he had hurt his toe and we sat in the school foyet next to faces sunk in stone which we seen as kind of creepy and exciting.

Another friend who I met over time was Greg. This added another dimension to my time at School and opened me up to more friends. Greg was a friend magnet and everyone wanted to be friends with him.

Once when we was slightly older a few of us had a fascination with ‘bloody Mary’. Me and Greg maybe was the creators of this new scenario where we went into the boys toilets and turned the lights off and said bloody Mary over and over again.

For some reason this became a regular thing and more and more of the boys from class came. At one point I think there was about 8 of us crammed in there doing it. How the teacher didnt notice all the boys missing from class I do not know. Even a couple of people from other classes sneaked over to join us at one point.

The stories which unfolded from this saga was immense. Someone claimed that the toilet mirror opened up and they walked in and someone else claimed they seen a Pharoah in the cubicle. These was magical times….

Political correctness didnt seem to exist in the 90s. For fun we often climbed on the steps of the mobile school rooms fire escape and hang off a 7 foot drop playing. It didnt seem dangerous and no one stopped us. We just knew not to do anything risky and you knew what was dangerous.

Once after the Christmas holidays I remember there was 4 of us sat on a table 2 people facing each other. Facing me was Andy and Matthew. From the ceiling in between them was a small drip which dripped slowly. The teacher put a bucket between them and it dripped slowly into it. But a day or two went by and the drip got faster and faster.

Suddenly it began to pour and we all shot to the back of the classroom. Then a part of the ceiling collapsed as lots of water poured into the class right about where Andy had been sitting. Had he remained he would of been soaked. The pipe had burst and water poured non stop from the ceiling and down the walls all over everyones work on the walls.

I wonder what happened to all them teachers who taught us as children lifes early lessons and the foundation of our education and futures.

Growing up in Hillview in the 90s was a great time. A time which ended too fast. I have known so many people since I was four years old and have many strong bonds and memories with them.

I often wonder of those children who are there now that do they ever know that we once shared their classrooms and playground and looked of the windows at the same views they now share and that we played for their football team. Do they know once there was children who used to walk the same paths and places home as they do now? Do they even know that we was ever there at all?

My time at Hillview and possibly my true childhood came and went in the blink of an eye, but the memories and the people I forged bonds and friendships with shall last forever. May the children of today enjoy their childhoods as did we….

Beautiful Venus

Floating way up high, in a beautiful summers night sky, is Venus shining to the naked eye

Beautiful does she shine, floating close by since the dawn of time

She crosses the sky so elegant, mysterious in her ways, so beautifully and heaven sent

Venus is queen of the night, a true wonder above this world, to behold her is a beautiful sight

Venus holds a true wonder and romance, as she shines away for all to see, doing a beautiful sky dance

Silently does she go making her way, moving in the sky for all to see, elegantly like a beautiful ballet

Unnoticed by the world as she goes on by, but loved by me as she floats in the sky

Surrounded by a beautiful night sky of dark blue, alone together upon this night, this moment shared by just me and you

The night sky is the most beautiful of all natures art, striking wonder within my mind and heart, written into the cosmos, made so beautifully and so smart

Venus, I could gaze at you all night, the wonder of my life and such a beautiful sight, oh thank you Venus how you have shown me such a beautiful night…