Monday 28 December 2009
Snowdrop Poem
©Judith Owston
The cold winter, begins to soften,
As fresh blooms bow to greet the year.
Delicate, nodding, in the sharp winter wind,
Their short lives, for us to share,
Pure, Virgin white to our delight,
On earth’s barren ground they grow
Crowding together, with a splash of white,
While spring spreads her moist green glow.
Sad and tired, ignored by all
Their crowing glory now surpassed
More colourful blooms grace our land
As they weep petals in the grass
Spring brings warmth, her glory spreads
As more blooms dare to dance so free.
These mud splattered blooms, now in shreds
Their beauty gone for all to see
Their task nearly done, they turn to seed,
Swollen with their bounteous fare,
Pods burst, seeds scattering far
Seeds, to give life in future years.
Friday 25 December 2009
Christmas Poem,
The Guest
©Judith Owston
Taking her evening walk, on this cold and wintry night
Glittering in the sky above, a new star shinning bright
Must this be a sign she mused, walking through the wintry gloom
Still much in thought, she returned to her cosy sitting room
Now on her own, husband gone, her children flown the nest
Sometimes lonely she could be, as she clutched her heaving breast
The Christmas tree brought memories, and how they made her smile
As she reflected long on a time, time when she was but a child
A tinsel star on her tree she placed it well up high
Reminded her of the star she saw glittering in the sky
Tomorrow all her family, had promised they would come
Celebrating Christmas day, in her cosy sitting room
Peacefully, on her own, the hearth embers glowing red
Memories sad and happy churned around in her head
Waken, sudden from her reverie, a scratching at the door
Slowly she opened, peeped and saw a tiny muddy paw
Picking up the bundle of fluff, all unkempt and in a dirty mess
She felt its heart beat fast as she clutched it to her breast
A saucer of warmed milk she placed by the dying embers
Lapping greedily the little mite, seemed so frail and tender
The glittering star was it a sign that someone was to come
A little friend to share this eve, in her cosy sitting room
Christmas day tomorrow and her family would be there
Now an extra guest to share in all the festive fare
Christmas Bustle
©Judith Owston
Tinsel, twinkling lights, bustling people,
In the glittering rain
Rushing here, rushing there,
Tempers fraught with the strain,
Yes, Christmas is here again
So much to choose, where to start
On the move, no time to pause
Music loud, the same old tunes,
Rushing shoppers and many stores,
Yes, Christmas is the cause
You think you’ll win, panic set in
Not much time, what can I buy!
Crowds push you round, face in a frown,
Is it worth while, ask your self why,
Yes, Christmas is nearly nigh
Church, singing carols, turkey,
Christmas pudding, Christmas day,
Family, children, friends and parties
All talking, chattering, much to say
Yes, Christmas is here to stay.
The Secret
By
©Judith Owston
Mary wore a radiant glow
Only Dr. Gabriel was in the know
A secret Mary found so hard to bear.
Many were his exciting plans
Thought out by Joseph her young man
First plan was taking Mary to his tender care.
How Mary loved this handsome man
Hoping to share in all his plans,
But!
Poor Mary anxious to impart
This news held deep with in her heart
With Joseph her most handsome beau
In the front room of Mary’s home
At last the young couple now all alone
Poor Mary can tell the news to Joseph
The one whom aught to know
This news left Joseph quite aghast
To think that Mary had a past
And Dr. Gabriel was the only one to know
To the house of Dr. Gabriel Joseph did not hesitate
He met the doctor in full glare outside his garden gate
Is this true of the news, that you and Mary share is so,
That she did not grow those breast her self
They are implants of gel, from your shelf.
Monday 7 December 2009
Santa and the Climate Change
© By Judith Owston
Now Rudolph can be a bit touchy, he had been with Santa quite some years and he knew Santa could get a bit carried away with himself. He took one look at the sleigh and though
“Yes, wheels were needed but making them out of cast iron, what was the man thinking about, you can tell he’s not pulling the sleigh”.
Rudolph decided he had had enough, he was going on strike, years ago at Christmas the presents were an apple, orange, a few nuts and sweets if you were lucky. The Electric Train Sets, Scalextric Car Sets, were now out of fashion to Rudolph’s relief because a lot of those sets could weigh a ton.
“Now its computer games and with those you needed computers as well, and a pile of them can have the sweat running races down me nose making my nose a much brighter red than it already was. No at times Santa doesn’t think, he just doesn’t think. He gets these badly thought out wild cat schemes and this time he has gone over the top. How was he expecting me to get airborne pulling the sleigh with those cast iron wheels when we have to take flight, no Santa doesn’t think and anyway the sleigh is not really the most ideal kind of transport but I’m not letting on as I might lose my job”
So back to his workshop a pile of unused fireworks he thought would be ideal, along with some blue touch paper, and somewhere in the back of his workshop he had some dynamite lying about. Now health and safety would have a field day if they visited Santa’s workshop. Fortunately Santa was not on their itinerary. He worked away whistling a happy tune to himself
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the one’s we used to have
Why, he was whistling that particular song I do not know, I think it should have been Rudolph singing it. Santa was so happy when he was making things, the computer business he could not get his head round. So these expensive digital toys he had to buy in amounting to rather a large outlay for Santa and not as much fun, to be back inventing suited him down to ground. He was aware he mustn’t go into orbit only the airway lanes. At Christmas the airline pilots always knew to be aware of Santa and gave him a wide birth as a collision with Santa and all those toys could be quite devastating not only for Santa and all the children waiting for the toys, but also for the crew and passengers. It was a bit dodgy for the airline pilots as Santa could be a bit unpredictably as he was inclined to switch lanes at the last minute.
When Rudolph heard about the Rocket Booster he was rather concerned, he really did think things were getting out of hand.
“What on earth was this white bearded old man thinking of”.
“I am not pulling that sleigh with that rocket thing on the back, it might go off and where would we be, in outer space. No I am going on strike, and that is final”
“That silly old reindeer was a bit of a stick in the mud and out of date. It was him that complained about the heaviness of the modification all I am doing was trying to take the weight off the poor chap’s feet. What can I do at this late stage it’s a bit short notice to train up a new reindeer to do the pulling and old Rudolph has been with me a long time. Oh well I could fix some plastic pram wheels on for this Christmas they should be light enough and to store on the sleigh for spares as I’m sure spares of those flimsy will be needed on rout”.
Santa thought again and muttered to himself
“Dam, I am not going to be preached at be a four legged wimp, I have put a lot of thought into these modifications and I am jolly well going ahead, I’m not being to be put off”
“Look Rudolph old chap, we have to sort all this out we can’t go on the way we are now, I have put a safety clause into the improvements. I have made two rockets and if we do go into orbit I can use the second rocket to fetch us back. Does that make you feel any happier?”
Rudolph shook his head sadly and looked Santa in the eye and agreed. Jobs were not two a penny and at his age trying to get a new job would not be easy.
Christmas Eve they were all packed ready, Santa in his famous Red suit and Rudolph with his thick hair brushed and a woolly hat on his head. Santa lit the blue touch paper of the first rocket and then quickly jumped on to the sleigh yelling to Rudolph “three two one, take off”. The sleigh was thrust up into the air Rudolph with his head stretched out making his body as streamline as he could Santa shot off the sleigh up into the air grabbing Rudolph round the neck he clung on for dear life. They went up higher and higher climbing at the speed of light. An airline pilot said to his co’
“Santa do something we are now in orbit”
“Look Rudolph turn the sleigh for earth be prepared I am setting off the second rocket”
Santa stood up shook of all the star dust and rummaged in his sleigh for the toy camels he had made.
The Nomad children lined up to receive their presents, one child said to the other
Happy Christmas