My Holiday by Robert William Service

I love the cheery bustle
Of children round the house,
The tidy maids a-hustle,
The chatter of my spouse;
The laughter and the singing,
The joy on every face:
With frequent laughter ringing,
O, Home’s a happy place!

Aye, Home’s a bit of heaven;
I love it every day;
My line-up of eleven
Combine to make it gay;
Yet when in June they’re leaving
For Sandport by the sea,
By rights I should be grieving,
But gosh! I just fell free.

I’m left with parting kisses,
The guardian of the house;
The romp, it’s true, one misses,
I’m quiet as a mouse.
In carpet slippers stealing
From room to room alone
I get the strangest feeling
The place is all my own.

It seems to nestle near me,
It whispers in my ear;
My books and pictures cheer me,
Hearth never was so dear.
In peace profound I lap me,
I take no stock of time,
And from the dreams that hap me,
I make (like this) a rhyme.

Oh, I’m ashamed of saying
(And think it’s mean of me),
That when the kids are staying
At Sandspot on the sea,
And I evoke them clearly
Disporting in the spray,
I love them still more dearly
Because . . . they’re far away.

 

For: #BeWoW

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Tale Weaver # 45 – Christmas Flash Fiction

“It was Christmas morning and all through the house…..”

We hear the sound of children whispering excitedly… ”Has Father Christmas been?” “Has he eaten the minced pie we left for him and the carrot for the reindeer?” “ssshhh, we should still be in bed…”

A soft “Silent Night” was playing on the radio. Mum and Dad still in bed. One of the kids tiptoed to their room and went in the middle of the bed. Mum gave him a cuddle. And of course, the other kids followed, as well as Baxter the dog. They all stayed there, enjoying the morning cuddles and hugs, giggling and shifting about.

“Right,” said Dad. “Shall we all see what Father Christmas has left for us?” And the children all followed him going down the stairs.

Dad turned all the Christmas lights on, as well as the radio and the kettle. Mum woke up, too. The children saw their stockings full of lovely presents – socks, colouring books and pens, sweets, CDs, comics, games, etc. They also opened the other presents. Jack’s got a bike, scooter for Martin, Barbie doll for Sam, and books for Brigit. Baxter got a big bone to chew! Mum and Dad also got their presents. They kissed each other.

They all had their tea and some breakfast – sausage and bacon, cereals, eggs, fruit, bread and marmalade. At 10, they went to hear mass. Dad took them to the playground afterwards. Then Mum started cooking. Granny and Grandad were coming for dinner. The day ended well, all happy and contended. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day, too!

 

For: Tale Weaver # 45

Pasko! – B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga

Greetings from Paloma!

For this week I’d like us to return to the Tanaga for our inspiration.

The tanaga is a Filipino poem passed down through oral tradition. It consists of four lines with seven syllables each; the traditional rhyme scheme is AABB but modern tanagas may follow AABB, ABBB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAB, BAAA, ABCD rhyme patterns.

Ang Pasko ay sumapit
Mano po Ninong at Ninang
Pagmamahal sa mundo
Magdiwang tayong lahat

Christmas has finally come
Bless godfather and godmother
Love is for the whole world
Let’s all celebrate Christmas

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

 

For: B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga

Realities of Life

She would have never thought that life would turn out like this. Growing up as one of the rich kids she always thought that being poor was a life-choice, that poor people were just lazy or uneducated and that this would be the reason for them to end up on the streets. Now she knew better. Being poor was not a choice. Everything could change in a heartbeat.

She fell in love. As soon as she saw him, she knew he was the answer to her dreams. The only man who could make her happy. Still, people were intrigue as to why she chose him – he’s not rich, a working student from a single family. His mother brought him up. And her parents paid everything to have the wedding bells. After that, they were basically on their own.

Ten years later, with a husband who was just made redundant and two small children, she has to make ends meet. Walking at the centre of her avenue and looking at the different shops, she wished there would be some change left after she bought their food. She wanted to buy a Christmas tree for the family. She imagined the children’s faces when they see the Christmas tree. That it would be like magic to them, especially if there were presents underneath the tree. But that would mean she has to work overtime and probably miss paying some bills. She used to be a carefree rich girl, now she’s a poor working woman making ends meet.

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by brenda warren

For: Finish It! #43 by Author S B Mazing and Wordle 125 by Brenda Warren

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Little Fairy Christmas

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There was Little Fairy Christmas who came down from heaven
She wanted to make everyone happy and have some fun
She chose the first three people
She wanted them to be cheerful
She’s got to be creative and off she went on her mission

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There was a business man whose life was so toxic
Meetings, negotiations and everything’s got to be quick
Little Fairy Christmas waved her wand
Sent him there before he could respond
An idyllic place for tranquillity with a nearby creek

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There was a lovely lady who had two birds in a cage
She used to perform and sing with them on the stage
She wanted to flee but can’t leave them be
Little Fairy Christmas set them free
Left two red peppers on their place in that cage

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There was a little boy who liked playing in the mud
He also liked it when it rains and there’s a lot of flood
Little Fairy Christmas presented her present
Which the boy can put in their basement
A swimming pool but instead of water, it’s full of mud

 

For: Tale Weaver #43 – Fairy Tale Prompt and Thur Picture Prompt #41

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This is my Life

Daily Prompt – If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.

Thanks for the great idea, Tom!

Yes, why not? and I’d read it from cover to cover. I love reading books, all sorts of books. They always give me a sense of adventure and I’m sure I’ll enjoy reading about my life.

“Life is a journey, not a destination”
We’re always on our way until it’s done
I sing this quote with delight
For we all have to fight our plight
For my life is designed to shine
We can combine ways to outshine
When I was first new to this world
I uncurled, twirled and whirled
My parents were joyful for they knew
I’ll go a long way to grew and flew
That I will win, no matter what
Always following my heart and gut
They gave me this secured shelter
My questions they always answer
Of course, love and compassion
Were always there as well as fun
They dedicated their lives on me
As I go in my life journey spree
And I in turn, dedicated mine to them
And from my heart and soul, this poem

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I was born as the eldest daughter in a family
I looked after my siblings and they were three
My Mum taught me how to market
How to feed the family within a budget
That’s probably how I get the love of shopping spree

As a student I was diligent and ambitious
With fellow students sometimes we’re boisterous
With dedication, I’ve got my degree
Moved to Europe, I want to be free
Got some Masters on Linguistics and Business

Chemistry in motion, met Him Indoors in a lab
Action and reaction, fell in love and reached our sky lab
Being a wife was fun, I thought
Even though sometimes we fought
It’s quite exciting, who says being married was such a drab?

After seven years, HRH the son was born, I’m Mum at last
I nurture him, looked after him and didn’t mind being typecast
Eighteen years later, he left the nest
To university to find his own quest
His first day of school, karate, piano lessons and time flew so fast

I love being a Business English trainer to some companies
To sales people, human resources and some became my buddies
As a freelancer I can say yes or no to a contract
I don’t have a boss and I can’t be sacked
I can still have my free time, hobbies and meet my friends with ease

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One more day to illuminate
Me on the priorities of life
I don’t want to be a dead weight
And I don’t want any strife

One more day to storm
The challenges and hindrances
I’m sure I could still perform
What’s all this fuzz?

One more day to pool
Resources for the common good
I don’t want to be cruel
With the frosty weather I withstood

One more day to create
Significant impact on you
I need you, I tell it straight
Before I say adieu

One more day to haunt
Me with the scenes of our lives
I have no wealth to flaunt
We’ll see each in our afterlives

One more day to need
One last kiss before I’m lifeless
My very last good deed
Before I spin the axis

One more day to pay
The price of my sins
There must be some way
To play the violins

For: This Is Your Life

Waiting – Thurs Picture Prompt #40

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There’s a little girl who waits and waits
Her friend borrowed her skates and not back for ages
Mummy will be worried sick
If she’s not back in a tick
Friend hasn’t come back yet, they’re no longer playmates

 

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They’re playing hide and seek and she’s the “it”
She can’t find them, they hide well, she has to admit
It’s getting rather late
She’s got to be home by eight
She gave up looking and shouted she has to quit

 

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She can’t sleep, something’s bothering her
She kept on tossing and turning and then she stir
Husband’s fast asleep
She can hear the sheep
And the cat came to the room gently and purr

 

For: Thurs Picture Prompt #40

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Topsy Turvy Land © Agrawal

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To see the land of Topsy-Turvy
I was very surprised
You will be in amazement
When you see it with your eyes,

The sun used to rise in west
Children used to go to school at night
During the day, people used to rest,
The moon had its own light!

The people used to walk on hands
and that too on walls,
Isn’t this a weird land
Where boys love to play with dolls!

Women used to wear bindi on chin
Lipstick was worn by boys!

The plants could grow without water
The cat was chased by the mouse
Blacksmith’s work was done by a potter
Instead of people, animals used to live in house!

Animals used to have humans as pet
And discount rates were high,
To eat pedigree humans used to get
Instead of eagle, ostrich would fly.

Roots prepared food instead of leaves,
The most free creatures were bees.

Ants were bigger than elephants
Beggars were plump and fat,
Adults used to cry like infants
And rich used to wear rags.

Gum was used to break things and
Seconds were larger than minutes,
So peculiar would this land be
And this land of our creations!!!

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/topsy-turvy-land#ixzz3tEVvDG00
#FamilyFriendPoems

 

For: #BeWoW

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She Used To Have Everything

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She was putting up the ornaments. Some of them they’d bought together back then. Most of the ones they purchased in that little shop in that little lane were long gone. So was he. The tree used to be bigger back then, but so was the house she shared with him and the kids. The kids… They would be here soon. Carefully she picked another ornament, making sure she wouldn’t drop it.

Please continue…

No, she wouldn’t drop anything anymore. She blinked and a tear fell from her right eye. She used to have a basket full of ripe fruit and vegetables, a nest full of eggs and birds, a house with a garden, a husband and two perfect kids – she used to have everything. She thought she had reached the stars but because she wasn’t clever, they were all taken out of her hand. One mistake, one passion for pump flesh, someone younger, who by the way, didn’t stay with her long – and she lost everything. How she wish she has another chance, to make amends. She has seen her errors and now she wants to go back to where she was.

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by brenda warren

For: Finish It! #42 and Wordle 129

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