Poetry

Today marks the first anniversary of Ginz&Tonic.  A year ago I pledged to post at least one poem a day for a year to raise awareness of the work of stars.org.uk.  You can read more here.  It’s been a fabulous year and 550 poems I remain so very grateful for all the support that you have all given and of course, remain, thankful for the work of stars.org.uk who continue to be such a valuable service for those who experience unexplained loss of consciousness.  If you would like to know more – why not check them out.

Poetry

The essence of my heart
True dreams, beliefs and more
The past, the now and future paths`
Expressions open door

Words paving through the banks of time
Emotions rolling tide
The tempest finding harmony
For calmness to reside

The soul dancing on open page
The eyes all gleaming bright
And harbinger of sentiment
Sensations perfect sight

Evoking feelings’ passion
Imagination’s fire
Aesthetic voice that weaves as one
Notions that might inspire

Extending past the stanza to
Paint pictures; imagery
Drawing in letters, rhymes and verse
A little bit of me

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Sonnet To The Bard

Shakespeare, poetic prince with priceless crown
From age that’s gone yet still imprints on me
The bard, the playwright, son of Stratford town
Words eloquent for all eternity
Where time has no beginning and no end
The alpha and omega of such verse
That goes before to now so greatly penned
Across the literal sea and universe
But not esteemed throughout his own short life
That spanned just five decades and then two years
A man who countered academic strife
Yet now as national poet is revered
       Still ghost of Shakespeare haunts the world’s huge stage
       As man with many parts survives the age

This was long thought to be the only portrait of William Shakespeare that had any claim to have been painted from life, until another possible life portrait, the Cobbe portrait, was revealed in 2009. The portrait is known as the ‘Chandos portrait’ after a previous owner, James Brydges, 1st Duke of Chandos. It was the first portrait to be acquired by the National Portrait Gallery in 1856. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poetic Neuroscience

I swear my mind is starting to
Tick right along in time
And run around so crazily
To beat in constant rhyme
And by some wild plasticity
The constant use of verse
Has flicked a switch to overload
And fire up to converse
Through synapses now metrical
That bridge from A to B
With words that rhyme in perfect time
Acting potentially

It’s Christmas!

It’s Christmas!  “Yay” I hear you cry
Glad tidings and good cheer
The time for fun and silly games
To celebrate this year
The time to decorate the house
To eat and drink too much
The time to give out presents
To relax with spouse and clutch
The time to see the family
To visit Aunty Sue
And time to wear those silly hats
That come in crackers too
The time to go to church again
To celebrate a birth
Of the Messiah in the barn
With angels over earth

It’s Christmas! “Yay” I hear you cry
Glad tidings and good cheer
But after it, when all is done
You’ll countdown to New Year
For be it too much turkey or
A drop of too much gin
Or relatives that drive you mad
You’ll be bored of staying in
You’ll want your life to then return
To what it was before
For normality to get a grip
For life to start once more
So cherish now the build up to
The Christmas Holiday
And enjoy the thought that it’ll be
Perfect in every way!

The Christmas Cake

Take a 100 grams of flour
And add a little more
Take some sugar from the cupboard
Add fruit and eggs all raw
Then stir it up together
With spoons of happiness
And add the last ingredients
For a cake that’s truly blessed

The special last ingredients
A dashing of pure love
With cups of hope and kindness bright
Lest wishes from above
Add joy and family spirit
Compassion and sweet care
And mix and blend it all as one
For the best of Christmas fayre

Then put it in the oven warm
To bake for a long time
To cook where sweet aromas waft
For something quite sublime
Then top with frosted icing
And decorate with cheer
To wish each a Merry Christmas
And a blessed Happy New Year

 

Slumberbell

At the bottom of the garden
Upon the ancient well
A black cat sits a mewing
With a story now to tell
About a little fairy
All dressed in silver threads
And her mythical folklore magic
That children cherish in their heads

For every single evening
When the moon and stars shine bright
She visits each and every child
To help them through the night
For as they shut their sleepy eyes
She sprinkles them with sand
A fairy dust with mystic powers
Visions of distant lands

Then as her dustings settle
She promises them that she’ll
Return to them in morning
With a treat to make them feel
So good about the fact
That they stayed right in their beds
And slept all sound, right through the night
With sweet dreams as sleepyheads

And then when sun arises
She will once again return
And leave her promised offering
For each good child in turn.
And then she’ll vanish in the daytime
As children start to tell
The story of this fairy
That they know as ‘Slumberbell’.

When my children were little we used to tell them the story of Slumberbell to encourage them to sleep in their beds knowing they were safe and sound. In the morning, if they were still there, rather than all four children being crammed into our bed a bit like “10 in a bed”, they would wake up to find a little chocolate mouse in a fairy sized tin under their pillow and so Slumberbell became a much loved fairy in our house!

Audio visual available at http://youtu.be/5FG1xlIgtsU

 

To My Boy

I loved you from your first breath
And I’ll love you to my last
Through life’s daily passage
To the future from the past
To hold you and to help you
To nurture and restore
In steady dedication
My heart is forever yours

I’ll climb the highest mountain
And I’ll scale the farthest range
I’ll swim through deepest canyons
Without question; without change
For my love for you is constant
It’s the best that it can be
It will survive because it is the pulse
That runs to you from me

And I’d give my life to save you
As I dedicate my all
I’ll bear your pain no question
Uphold you should you fall
For your life’s an endless blessing
Your worth is next to none
And my love for whom you are
Regales symphonic heights, my son

Endless Love

As the tide goes out
And life ebbs away
As the moon wanes
At the end of the day

As the dawn turns to dusk
And the sun begins to set,
Will you still love me
Or will you forget?

Will you still cherish?
Will you endear?
Will you move away
Or will you stay near?

Will you remember me?
Will you still care?
Will you caress me
And your love still declare?

Will you send random texts
That I adore and that surprise?
Will you call me with poetry
For your love to surmise?

Will you kiss me as often?
Will you love me as much?
Will you tell me all these things
With the same heart felt touch?

Will our love be forever?
Will it last, will it be true?
When the sun sets on the horizon
Will you want me with you?