The wheel of the year by Janet Weight Reed

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This is from Janet’s post.It is  the moat  of Leeds Castle in Kent

A  beautiful post by Janet and suitable for the start of a New Year

https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/2018/01/10/the-wheel-of-the-year-with-not-beginning-and-no-end/

 

What did that mean?

Hawfinch_DAP.jpgThings Ma said:

I’ve been parking up  the wrong tree again.
A watched cat never boils.I didn’t know cats could boil at all
Ma used to say, the King won’t get off his arse to look at you.I was stunned by her vulgarity
Least said,soonest ended.It has a certain something to say about Silent Love.If only she had kept quiet herself!
I’m in the Doll Drums, she moaned.I looked everywhere but she’s not here.
Was it War Drums?
Don’t  put all your heads into one casket.[ in the funeral parlour]
There’s many a  cruel world but this is the worst
Original sin was never very original.Eating apples!
God only knows.Does that mean: only God knows?

Fun for ya

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I think I’ve got Old Rhymer’s Disease
You have no old Timer to please.
He’s got Retentia: constipation in the brain
Why can’t I grow old fallaciously?
I might grow old impatiently
Men grow older audaciously
Love her/him if it contents ya.
He’s up his own  arse with Pretentia.
Life is a farce which Tormentia.
I flew over a tree and felt Momentia
Before you die, try to  leave something behind which has helped ya
What a  pity there’s no term like Cadenzia.Well there is now
The vicar  has got Godblamer’s  Unease.
Godtamer, who will blame you?

 

 

A black balloon at night

Floating on a black balloon at night
Clinging on for I’m afraid I’ll fall
High above the earth in a dark sky

If I  fall  no-one will see this  sight
Maybe just a tiger who might maul
Floating on a black balloon at night

My platform is  unsafe  so I will die
No-one else can save me if I call
High above the earth in a dark sky

Below me are grey clouds, they whisper sighs
The earth looks distant and so very small
Floating on a black balloon at night

Would that the  grey moon had her own light
Lone and vast the spaces that appal
Bereft of anchor on the earth, dark sky

I’ll fall forever, why was I stillborn?
Falling down like small leaves do forlorn
Clinging to a black balloon at night
Way above the earth in a dark sky