WEIRD GOINGS ON?

Something strange is happening on this blog of mine. Posts have been disappearing, about 4 or 5. I haven't deleted them and the titles are still there, which is very odd,.

Stranger than fiction, you could say,


 WATCH THIS SPACE,   In case it disappears!

WICKED WINTER! A poem by Ann Wilson

WICKED WINTER! (A poem from Winter's perspective)

I am the winter weather;
It's my delight, to freeze your nose.
I'll make you shake and shiver
and put chilblains on your toes!

I am the winter weather
and I'm not very nice.
I'll make you slip and slide about,
when I turn my snow to ice.

I am the winter weather;
I hope you'll sniff and sneeze.
A hacking cough and choking splutter,
as I spread my viral wheeze!

I am the winter weather;
Creeping up on you - I'm stealthy!
"Forgot your cod-liver oil? Ha ha!
 I'd rather you weren't healthy!"

I am the winter weather;
maybe you should stay indoors.
All cosy by your roaring fire,
safe from my evil claws!

      "HAPPY FREEZING!" 

Sunday Rambling.

We had a rent review last week and as expected it's gone up.  While the agent was here she asked if we had any problems that needed fixing, 

As it happens, the hot tap in the kitchen had seized up in the last few days, plus we have an ongoing damp problem in the bathroom, lobby and various other places in the house. She made a note that the malfunctioning tap was an emergency, as we are having to draw hot water from the bath tap to wash up!

A few days later we get a letter for the new tenancy agreement and a request for £60 admin for the deposit scheme and also a letter of complaint that our holly hedge needs trimming back. Paul does this on a regular basis and the hedge always looks neat and is causing NO obstruction to pedestrians. I gather all tenants have received this letter as some hedges are very overgrown on pathways further up the road.

The thing that annoys me is that there was no mention of them coming to fix the bloody tap etc, but they are quick enough to complain and send bill in. Will ring them tomorrow - Grrr!!

Rant over!  .

FRIGHT NIGHT. An acrostic Halloween poem by Ann Wilson

Fiendish ghouls are about tonight
Ready to give us a terrible fright.
Indoors, the pumpkins now glow in the dark
Ghostly echoes can be heard in the park.
Halloween night, is upon us once more.
Trick or treats given out by the score.


Now is the time for those witches to fly,
Into the darkness, on broomsticks, so high.
Ghastly cackles resound through the air,
Halloween is bound to give us a scare.
To venture outside, I don't think I dare!

Other Peoples' Blogs.

I've been messing about on here reading other people's blogs, well only the ones in English and find some of them hard to understand. I don't know whether the majority of the bloggers are "on something" but some appear to live in a world that is completely alien to me, fantasy worlds, parallel universes and such like. Obviously my mind isn't creative enough, even though I have written the odd fairy poem and a few short stories with a science fiction theme.  

I suspect that I am too English and too genetically down to earth and, heaven forbid, too boring!  I can only be myself though and what you see is what you get, to coin a well worn phrase.

Other blogs I've read are focused on religion and worship, bordering on the fanatical.  I try to avoid the subject, as I don't want to offend anybody, even though I'm perfectly entitled to my own views. I think of myself as a humanist, but may well change my mind when laying on my deathbed, hopefully it won't be too late then!.

I'm 72 now and the Grim Reaper is probably looking down his list of "hopefuls" but not focusing on me just yet, with a bit of luck!.

Then there are the ones who focus on the cute antics of their offspring and pets, nothing against either in moderation, before you ask!.  Others have divulged every aspect of their sex life, though more likely what they'd like it to be.

That last bit has reminded me, I must get round to writing my memoirs!.

SEPTEMBER THOUGHTS A poem by Ann Wilson

This poem is about my mother who sadly died when I was a teenager. We found out she was not going to live much longer in the Autumn of 1958.



Month of melancholy thoughts,
sad feelings are descending.
Leaves now tinged with gold,
Summer days are almost ending.

Summer days are almost ending
and thoughts of you remain.
Why did I treat you badly
when you suffered so much pain?

When you suffered so much pain,
how selfish I was then.
If time could just be halted;
I'd go back and start again.

I'd go back and start again,
Life's lesson I've been taught.
Time now for happy memories,
not such melancholy thought.

SEPTEMBER SONG An Acrostic poem by Ann Wilson

September, heralds in the fall

Ever to delight us all

Pears and apples from the trees

Tastes, that guarantee to please

Evening primrose scent the air

Midst dahlia blooms that are so fair

Before the frosts of Winter come

Ending Summers long, long run

Rejoice in golden Autumn sun.

Soon the gold of Autumn fades

Old season goes, a new invades

Now it's cooler, nights seem long

Goodbye, adieu, September song!