When the clock approaches 12 And I am all alone waiting For the sound of the bell And you walk right in to my arms Teasing pleasing and resplendent, Kissing holding touching moaning Pleasing smiling and promising, Another year of your magical spell
Bliadhna Mhath Ùr Thank you to everyone who has been viewing my posts, I wish you all a Good New Year and I hope 2019 is a time when you are able to achieve your desires and find long lasting contentment. Follow your heart and never give up on a dream. Peace and Love.
“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.” Ovid
After I created an image to use in a New Year post, I thought I would write a short poem, prose or something along the lines of how New Year is the epitome of optimism. However, it did not turn out the way I intended, but I decided to post it anyway, with a different …
It don’t come cheap When they look like that So hard to keep When they move so fast Soon you’ll find It’s all for the best Put the past behind And the hurt to rest But first you cry Then you sigh Somebody lied And you can’t run and hide Don’t be so sad It …
There are a lot of people in the world with a lot of love to give. Shame about the rest of them.
“It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.” Seneca.
This song reminds me of growing up in Scotland and having friends whose names sounded foreign, but they were just the same as me. They spoke with the same accent as me and so did their parents. I do not know which generation before them landed in Scotland. It may have been their grandparents or …
“There is more than enough wealth to go around in modern Britain, but we leave it untaxed in the mansions of the wealthy whilst homeless men and women die on the streets outside. The Tories want us to blame immigrants so they don’t have to tax their mates.” Grace Blakeley
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