"Midnight Revellers" (Entry 184)

Join the throng when days long gone.
To party through the whole night too.
Take my hand, sing 'Auld Lang Syne'.
Soon the bars will be all mine.
People watch without a care.
Midnight revellers. I want to be there.

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Happy New Year!

Hope 2012 leaves you with fond memories.

May 2013 bring you many, many more!

"Dissolve to Memory" (Entry 183)

I close my eyes
to windows bright shine
to sense white flash
of negative shapes dash
and dance in darkened space.
Only to feel them float and dissolve
to be memory in deepened soul.

"Case to Place" (Entry 182)

Colour coordinated, ironed and sorted.
Piles remade. Folded and laid.
Ready for placement,
in the case, meant
for the vacation.
I need a holiday after all this preparation!

"Discovered Country" (Entry 181)

Mapped out before me.
Everything in its place.
Known beyond the back of your hand.
This discovered country.
This home.
My land.

"Weigh the Night's Wait" (Entry 180)

To seep into sleep.
Body ooze as you doze.
Night's wait will lift as you drift.
Eye lids weighed as you're sedated.
Forget the pounds as you float out of bounds.
Lands of dream lighter than they seem.

"Faith of Spirit" (Entry 179)

The strength of human spirit in adversity,
strikes the soul's desire and diversity.
When splintered and left broken.
That's when it proves faith's not a token.

"Winter's Fare" (Entry178)

Mince pies and Christmas cake.
Wrapping paper and shoppers sweat.
Promise of snow, foggy morns.
Gingerbread men, let's not forget.
Cone tree pine and mulled wine.
Makes up the fare of winter's air.

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A Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to one and all!

Enjoy the fun and festive food, don't forget to have a ball!

"Stay Awake" (Entry 177)

I so want to stay awake.
I know I've been told to sleep.
I pretended I was, a fake.
I don't want a look, only a peep.
They said he'll be here tonight.
Is that hooves I hear at a canter?
I've been good all year, I know it's alright.
I just want this eve to spy on Santa!

"A Kitty without a Key" (Entry 176)

The manky grey moggy
sits and waits each day,
on the front porch, to see with
eyes like emblazoned LED torches,
for someone to feed him,
to love him still.
This forgotten kitty
so eager yet.

"Gone" (Entry 175)

Every morn, the same.
Gone and left lame.
Reliant on help.
Scream in pain and yelp.
Can't hear the cry.
To wait and lie.
Until you return to me.
Don't allow yourself to see.
The dark hole in which I dwell.
My personal daily forgotten hell.

"Vicious Viscous Vapour" (Entry 174)

Steam rising.
Mist surprising.
Smog envelopes.
Fog develops.
Vapour dwells.
Gas swells.
Cigarette smokes
to cancerous chokes.

"The Knightmares Quest" (Entry 173)

They diluted her dreams,
these shifting of shadows,
creating chaos by kneading knightmares and stirring her sleep.
They manipulated her mind until she screamed stop!
Time tumbled as she fought her fears and captured her consciousness.
Bedtime battle won.

"A Secret Symbol" (Entry 172)

A coin (which is no longer tender)
embedded in a champagne cork.
Its symbolism only known to me,
as he who created it has long forgotten.
Yet it means a turn in life profound.
The meaning only for me.
(Tender to my heart.)
A secret never to be spoken.

"The Long Way" (Entry 171)

Meander on the slow walk.
A day where you don't need to be any place but
here.
Bask in the laziness of the hours.
Take the long way round to nowhere special.
The best destination in the universe.

"Still Summer" (Entry 170)

Winter fashions stacked high on racks,
pushing out bikinis and shorts and minis,
to wooly scarfs who laugh at ageing suntan lotion,
but it's still summer though change in motion,
shouts "Back to School" with uniform rules,
like stitch in the label.
Then the Christmas table,
with presents piled high.
Can't they stay in the present,
it's only July!

"Cafe Conjuring" (Entry 169)

She liked to sit in the quiet corner of the cafe.
To stir good fortune along with the sugar.
To conjure calmness on spilt milk.
To meddle in magick beside the muffins.
To sprinkle dreams on top of the chocolate.
To shape love within the foamed hearts.

She watched the truth of life descend on her fellow companions,
she sent out positivity to all even though they never spoke to her.
The circle of life,
full of beginnings and endings they thought.
She knew different.
If they only asked her.

"Sun's Journey Across The Bay" (Entry 168)

The cool dawn shimmers and shivers.
Anticipation of a new day risen.
The glance of rays on glassy waves.
Smouldering boiling frothing a broth of middays hues,
where rainbow crystalline spray brakes and cascades back to the whole.
Bathe in the afternoon's heated perfection
as heat and light conjoin in swimmers delight.
Then dipping sun sends on last hurrah
in twilight's ripple seen from afar.

"All Screech - Less Tweet" (Entry 167)

All dissected.
A row deflected.
By wrong word at alternate time.
Gossip! They did not say that!
Nothing is simple.
You calling me simple?
It all has to mean something.
You started something.
In the bitter twitter.

"As Above, So In The Deep" (Entry 166)

The world swam into haze,
in the crazy dreams of unaware moments
hooked together in puzzles.
Click!
The ocean parted into darkness.
Alone.
The First.
Spark!
The switch
clicked to the trillion voices
of the stars
which sang like fish
in tropical depths.

"A Turn to the Dark Sentence" (Entry 165)

The devil of distinction is purely the inclination.
To delve into phases well above your station.
To take the phrase and be amazed at how it turns to darkness.
Live out the sentence, it's all pretentious.

"A Soldier's Soul" (Entry 164)

For on distant air, a breath is formed
and taken from the new hero born.
His wail of disconcerting depth.
a deepened cry of lover wept.
Then the sword, heavy in hand, blood dripped.
A soul departs as chest and life is ripped.
Lament on the fallen soldier born.
A story cut and now it's told.

"A Witches Prayer" (Entry 163)

In the end, we prayed.

Crowded together in the cells.

The only water from the damp rocks.

We chanted for help.

In the end, that was all we could do.

Persecuted for being different,

for being healers... and female.

Accused of dancing with the devil.

UNTRUE! NOT RIGHT!

Guilty in their eyes, but not ours.

We lived in harmony with nature

and nurtured the gifts of cosmos.

But we lived in a man's world

who would turn any phrase to suit himself.

So we prayed for death.

Not revenge for their actions,

or to die by their hand -

in torture - in flames - in agony beyond screams.

Their punishment. And they called us evil.

We prayed that we would be taken in this night,

before dawn's discovery.

To go to our light, in our rightful place, at our choosing.

Not suicide, but a request - granted.

"Explanation Squelched" (Entry 162)

He never listened.
Bombastic and exploding over her sentences.
Never letting her fini-
Covering her in spite, spittle and righteousness.
Always the shake of the round red blood-pressured head.
High and mighty.
Explanations squelched.
Squashing her opinions and individuality.
She was alright to be different as long as it was the same as his.
Broken and unable to speak.
She sobbed into the darkness of his soul.

"The Fruits of Our Life's Labours" (Entry 161)

Oranges and apples. In orchards, sun-dabbled.
Strawberries and limes. Remember sweet times.
Bananas and cherries, and succulent berries.
Lemons and pears. Fruits that we shared.

"The Pathway to Him" (Entry 160)

He takes me on a journey,
beyond where I've been before.
Dips and folds.
The contours of his land.
Forests and valleys and unexplored places to investigate.
To map. An adventure in touch and smell and taste.

"Darken Eve Invites" (Entry 159)

I'll rattle the windows and enter through cracks.
I'll cause frights in the dark, send shivers up backs.
I'll shriek like a ghost, and moan like a ghoul.
For I'm the Night Wind, and terror's my tool.

"The List of Wrong-doings" (Entry 158)

Keep not a list of this.
Of those that felt of injury along the way.
Be it twist of heart or nudge to soul.
Think not on negative,
for it restricts the flow.
Let it be and positivity the goal.

"Oh, to fly!" (Entry 157)

I've always hoped that magic rays would beam
for me to be a lucky one to have the flying dream.
To take to the skies and soar and swoop.
For in my freedom, I'd loop-de-loop.
And so I wait, sleep and be still.
Oh, to fly and wanting wishes fulfill.

"Photo - B&W" (Entry 156)

Turning the black pages of older scrapbook,
so lovingly made by maiden aunt.
A chance to put her stamp on history.
Long gone now,
but not forgotten.
As her eyes still stare from black and white photographs.
There!
There's one with her.
Who's that man?
Strong arm - her waist.
Handsome beau made her laugh.
But only in this one photograph.

"Time Shadows Lost" (Entry 155)

There is an echo 

that resonates

from memory 

and lurks

in shadows never to be found.

Their hidden there,

can't be grasped.

They are regrets

of experience past.

Let them go.

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With love, The Crafty Scribe

"Dark December" (Entry 154)

Dark thoughts desiccate on a dreary December day.
No fairies dance or sugar plum delight,
as dreams implode due to sold out signs.
Presents not present.
No alternative will do.
Christmas shopping descends to gloom.