Poetry and Emotion

I'm getting rather restless
I know that soon I'll be
Looking for a place to go
Somewhere over sea.

I sometimes think I'm a gipsy
With wandering in my blood
I get this itchy feeling
And need to get abroad.

I wish I had a fortune
I'd sail both far and wide
Stopping off at random
Let my feelings be my guide

I love the place I live in.
The place that I call home.
But somewhere deep inside me.
I have this urge to Roam.

I'm trying to stay positive I'm trying not to cry
I'm trying to convince myself theres something in my eye.
I don't know why I do it, time and time again
You'd think I would have learnt by now I must be quite insane.
I'd thought he would surprise me arrive without a call.
I really didn't think that he would'nt come at all.
I've not even had a get well card or flowers to the door.
I know we've spoken everyday, should I expect there to be more?
He really is so good to me I know I shouldn't shout.
I know he looks after me but that's not what it's about.
I sometimes think back to the days I didn't have a bean.
When to keep my home together I went on out to clean,
I didn't have this ache inside that never left my chest
I had no reason to be sad I just did my very best
I hadn't had this vision of what life could be
I hadn't felt the joy of love or him being close to me
My days were full getting on and simple dreams and wishes
But now I know what it is like to have his holds and kisses
But what use are they to me if they are never here
Or if I do things on my own with no one here to share.
I've tried to make him understand I've tried to make him see
I'd rather be without a cent and have him here with me.
I'd go back to the cleaning I'd scrub no end of floors
If I could just know he'd be there when I got back indoors.

A few years ago a male friend of mine bought an apartment in Spain near Torreviejar. He asked me to drive over with him to take a car load of his belongings and to see his new home. We loaded up his 4x4 to the roof with all sorts of personel belongings and set off down to Dover where we crossed to Calais. He was driving and I was navigating and taking over from him when he got tired. Well all I can say is it was a good job I could map read and had gone with him because his sense of direction was awful, left to him we would have ended up in Russia.
Anyway we drove threw France to Spain and through to Torrevieja which is about 40mins south of Alicante. It took two days to get there and when we finally arrived it was about 11pm and pitch black. He couldn't wait to show me his lovely appartment so we went up in the lift to the 13th floor (yes 13th), he unlocked the grill over the door, then the 3 locks on the door, threw the door open and lights on and ushered me in for the grand tour. It was beautiful and the view even at night out over the sea and the lights of LaMata in the distance was stunning. I looked through all the rooms and my friend Mick says come on lets get the things from the car I don't want them being stolen. So we left the apartment banging the door behind us......
He'd left the appartment keys, his wallet and his passport on the side and slammed the door. Yes you've guessed it the door self locked.
So there we were late at night in a strange country locked out, the money inside and neither of us able to speak spanish.
Mick is not the calmest of people and is apt to rant and rave and get het up, he knew a Belgium Bar that he had gone several times with the agent that helped him buy the appartment and he knew they spoke english so he thought we'd go there. Only he couldn't emember where it was, he drove round and round and round trying to find it ranting as we went. Knowing him I just let him carry on until he wore himself out then I told him how to get to a police station we had passed and said we should try there. He drove right up to the front steps (even though it said police only ), on the door were two armed officers, and as we jumped out the car all the toilet rolls he had packed to bring over slowly rolled out unravelling as they went and landed at the policemens feet
We looked like the Clampets.
Anyway after gathering up said loo rolls and a lot of gesticulating and I'm sure patience from the police (I bet they thought loco English ) we eventually got the problem over. So they said what is your address?
Errm, umm Mick didn't know it was written on a peice of paper in his wallet in the locked appartment
So the police car followed us to the apartment (luckily I could remember how to get there), once there they phoned a locksmith and told us to wait for him. 15mins later the locksmith arrived and within minutes he had opened the appartment and it only cost 40euros which at by now 1am and the quickness he got to us I thought was a bargain
So making sure we had the keys we went to the car to unload, whan we got to the street we found the locksmith down there going crazy, his van had been stolen
And that was the first night of what was to be a weeks holiday I will continue the story another day

THE SEASHORE

The waves are splashing gently along the shingle shore
The beach is deserted who could ask for more

The breeze thats blowing softly, the sunshine on my face
The shimmering shining water, the great big open space
The  screeching of the seagulls as they fly above
As I look around me at everything I love
This moments very precious it may not come again
But the one thing that it's lacking is somone who feels the same.
somone to share the beauty of the scene
and enjoy the seashore at it's most serene

It
Is
Happy
Fun loving
Relaxing aboard
As we sail the seven seas

 I'm sailing on the blogship across the friendship sea  
The journey's nice and gentle and lots of fun you see.  
Most of us were strangers before we came on board,  
Some people say we're saddos but NO not us Oh lord.  
We just like making others smile and having harmless fun.  
I have made so many friends since the cruise begun.    

We go to lots of places, if only in our heads  
There have been many parties before we've hit our beds.  
We've shared quiz and trivia, and passed an hour or two,  
There's nothing wrong with that is what I say to you.  
So if you're feeling lonely or just have a touch of blues,  
Then please feel free to join us on our silly, happy cruise.  

 She sits on the back of the sofa craning her neck to see
 And if someone should dare to pass then she will protect me
 She watches for the postman her aim to shake the letters
 and if the cat from comes near then she gets really jealous
 She may be only tiny but her heart is full to flowing
 If we hadn't rescued her what would have happened there is no knowing
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 silence once again descends
 and lonliness again transcends
 the emptiness now you have gone
 never knowing for how long
 but this time I will not just wait
 until you choose to seal my fate
 this time I am in control
 I will make myself a whole
 I am off to pastures new
 So much to see so much to do
 If you will not be by my side
 then I must surely turn the tide
 I will find other friends
 round the corner or the bend
 I will live my life for me
 and I will be my destiny.
 

 I had to go and do it
Just had to have a try
I'm going away on holiday
Yes I'm going to have to fly

I thought it would be easy
My daughter does it fine
Hers turns out alright you see
And thought that so would mine

I followed the instructions
I read each tiny word
I sprayed it as it told me
Never dreamt would be absurd

But now you see I'm streaking
My skin is such a sight
Both legs are not the bronze I thought
But Orange lines, That's right.

She looks just like her mum in this photo

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My eldest grandaughter Sophie Louise     
is fast growing into a young lady
she doesn't like it when we tease
and says she's not a baby
Her hair is the colour of the summer sun
and I think she'll be a beauty
she is the serious one
but she's still an absolute cuty
and as she grows I find her to be
intelligent, kind and giving
she is also very good company
and extremely loving

(two down two to go)