Saturday, 30 November 2024

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (5) Christmas Annual

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (5) 
Christmas Annual
Christmas Themed excerpts from Ebook 










My True Love At Christmas
by Alan Ewing



On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me: "You can get that beard shaved off to begin with!"

On the second day of Christmas, my true love said to me: "Oi! You give more attention to Facebook than you do to me!

On the third day of Christmas , my true love said to me:  “You can do the dishes”

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love said to me: “What happened to my present?”

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love love to me: ”No Christmas Cake in bed for you tonight!”

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love said to me: ”I’m putting you out with the left-overs”

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love said to me: “I’m your Christmas Cracker!”

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love said to me:  “All booze bottles contents are measured”

On the ninth day of Christmas. My true love said to me:  “You pinched the last chocolate!”

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love said to me:  “My word rules!”

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love said to me: "I guess that you deserve a kiss”

 On the Twelfth day of Christmas, my true love said to me "You always hog the TV Remote!"








CHRIST MASS
an anglo-catholic witness by Alan Ewing 


Christmas. A celebration of the birthday of Jesus Christ. Or is it? The synoptic Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, do not actually fix a date.

The church began celebrating "Christ Mass" in the 4th Century CE.  This was a time when The New Testament itself was being canonised.  The 1st Century CE is shrouded in mystery. Very little is known about it.

A linear date is not really the point. As The Gospel of John says: "In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God."

The symbolism of linear dated Christmas, 25th December, is that humanity is guided back to the light by the birth of Christ.  It comes a few days after Winter Solstice in The Northern Hemisphere, at which point The Earth tilts back towards the light of The Sun. After our fellow friends in Southern Hemisphere have enjoyed Summer.

The birth of Christ is an eternal event that transcends time.
 
 






Advent Story (with video)
 



Advent for Samantha and Steve was always a precious time. They had met at this time of year. They had got engaged a year later in the season. And then, a year later they had married in Advent. Both of their children, a boy and a girl had been born in Advent. And then they had split up in Advent.
The new Advent came with a Decree Nisi on their marriage, with the intention for the Decree Absolute to follow. But their Advent Story was not over just yet. For Steve and Samantha rekindled their romance, withdrew the divorce proceedings, and would have many Advent Anniversaries and grandchildren in the Advents to come.
 





 
GAG: “Fancy pulling a Christmas Cracker?” Asked Jimmo’s sister-in-law. “You bet!” He replied, putting his arm around her. Jimmo spent the rest of the night in the dog-house outside.




 
 
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Thursday, 28 November 2024

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs,Jottings & Gags (4) by Alan Ewing

 

 
 
 
 
 
Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs Jottings & Gags(4) 
 by Alan Ewing

 excerpts from eBook (4)





Two Paragraph Story

The Artist
William was an artist. His pastoral renderings were always in demand. His depictions of the countryside were breath-taking in their scope and attention to detail. His inspiration came from long walks in the countryside. These walks would begin at five in the morning, whatever the season.  Rain snow, wind and sunshine all formed part of the work that he did. His passion for his work knew no boundary. William simply lived for painting, It was his reason to exist.
 The day came when William knew that it was time for his final painting. Though this one would not be with his easel and materials. This work would be one constructed from his mind. He visualised all of the images that he had painted. William became one with them. Encompassing all of the aspects of nature that he had portrayed, William departed the current state of existence and became one with all that is.


 

 

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When Love ruled the earth
If I express sadness in my ways, then I simply long for the days. When love ruled the earth. If my heart crashes, and the world is turned to ashes. Then I long for when love ruled the earth. And if you should ever wonder, about my latest blunder. Just comedic ways for love to rule the earth.



Jotting
 

Love Forsaken
I thought that you were my love
The one sent from above
Then you started to nark a bit
My reality like a punch in a glove
Thought that it was happily ever after
Slippers and pipe on the sofa
Then you kicked my ass into town
Called me out for being a loafer
So in love and riding high on life
My darling love and strife
So now I know not where I am
In this little thing called life
So what happened to the wedding cake
When my heart you did break
Looks like I live on alone
As with another man you chose to roam
And so we have a little tale of woe
Just watch your heart where you go
Else you end up in a fix and glue
And end up in a heart without a clue






Gag

“I've turned into a hypochondriac. I keep finding new ways to be ill. I'm just mad about my new woman Doctor.”


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Saturday, 23 November 2024

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (3)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (3) 
exerpts from the ebook by Alan Ewing
 
 



 Two Paragraph Story

 

 Afternoon Tea

The quiet tones of Radio 3 filled the room as per usual that Sunday afternoon. The sound of Bach bringing a sense of contentment and being to proceedings for the day. The announcer’s voice was soothing as it filled the air with serenity and assurance as the frost clung to the window.
It was the kind of day so typical in the mind of everything that England should be. Afternoon tea being prepared with freshly baked cake to be served with it. And so nobody was prepared for the shock about to come. One of the silver spoons in the cutlery set had not been washed.




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 God
a conversation with a friend

 
 
Seriously, I find that it helps to see God in the feminine at times ... six of one, half a dozen of the other ... away from convention ... I read Biblical Books like "Song of Songs" and learn that God is far closer than we think. God is a personal matter, so the last thing we want is a friend talking at us about that which encompasses us all. I try to see this in science too, as Creation expands, until renewed. Though in the end, it is for us ourselves on a personal level to work it out. I always as a teenager loved what Jesus said, oh you know, about keeping your prayer in your room. Yes, I did the church gig and played music in there, lead services up to Intercession, backed for priesthood; though I still love the personal gig. I can't prescribe anything ... I just know that God is in everything that we do ... it is not a club.

I don't have all of the answers ... I just say Hallelujah anyway ... even when all seems dark ... I did that in prison in short spell there (unjust episode in life) ... I simply read The Lord's Word and prayed ... one of my most cherished memories in life was when I did a reading in the Chapel and guards and prisoners alike gave me a round of applause ... I knew then that God was with me and related so much to St Paul when he was imprisoned
 



Jotting


She's The Boss

She's the Boss
What a loss
To be without her
Always the Boss
gets cross
I run and hide
 

Who is she?
I can see
Love her
She is Love itself
I am not bereft
With her in view
 

For She is God
Didn't you know
Other half to grow
See her in all
Hear her call
For She is God


Gag

It was all so hot. Water running off the walls. It had never been like this before in 30 years of marriage, within the bedroom. "Oh! Fecking Hell", screamed Brenda, "You left on the hot tap again!"



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Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags by Alan Ewing


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Excerpts from the ebook 'Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags'
by Alan Ewing
 
 



 
 
 
 
Two Paragraph Story
 
 
 Midsummer Night’s Flight Of Fancy
 
Biffy was certainly in the mood on this barmy, hot midsummer night. He had wanted it all day. Mary the Milk Maid had said that he had no chance of getting it from her. Rena the shop assistant had told him that there was no question of it today. Megan the cow herder had said no way.
But towards evening, Sabby the barmaid had told him that he could have as much as he wanted, with extras, if he stayed behind after serving hours later. Biffy had a great night in the pub with his cronies, as he eagerly anticipated getting some. At the end of the night when Sabby gave it to him, he was finally satisfied. It was the finest slab of cheese he had ever tasted, with bread and pickled onions on the side.
 
 
 
 
 
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God & The Tiny Dot
a blog by Alan Ewing


I have to keep my brain exercised or else it goes into meltdown. I could fall in love and let my heart take over and take me into silly town ... Anyway, to keep my brain ticking over, I am currently reading 'A Brief History Of The Last 13.8 Billion Years' by David Baker. Of course we start with The Big Bang. Although we have to get this into perspective and realise that it was the size of a dot. Though knowing that within that dot, then The Big Bang was mighty. All that exists is within the dot, which has been expanding for the past 13.8 Billion years. The point of a drawing pin would be massive compared to how The Universe began.

There was a kind of Valentine's Day when all particles of matter met particles of anti-matter. Mutual destruction. That would have been the end of the story, if not for the fact that particles of matter outnumbered anti-matter cohorts. Hence matter went on to form all that is. Now there may be a number of these gigs where you live another life that turns out differently. Professor Stephen Hawking alluded to this in his theory of 'Bubbles', that is, that multi-universes exist. So there are potentially many of a specific person that exist. Or maybe not at all within a given multi-verse.

In all of this theory, there is no meaning. It's just random chance that anything exists. Of course, to suggest a Creator begs the question 'Well where did that come from?' It seems that whichever way the question emerges, then it is of the same form.  Perhaps only in Love, meaning and existentialist questions that spring from this, can we find an answer. Certainly, science, within itself, does not contain the answers to this fundamental question.

And so we go on wondering about where life came from. 

 


 

Jotting 

The Devil’s Game

I have seen the devil's game,
so very lame;
seeks to divide us by race or colour;
no-one to call sister or brother.
Fall into its trap is what it seeks,
not very meek;
Wants to sow discord in love and life
Cause arguments and much strife
It wants us to go out and conduct war
an horrendous score
It will play a game within your existence
OMG! It is very persistent
Try to take you from your friends
Such is the end
It tries to say that it does not exist
Seeking to create existential mist


Gag

"Do you ever have thoughts of harming yourself?" Asked The Doctor. The patient replied: "No, I gave up falling in love years ago."

 

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Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (2) by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (2)

from the ebook Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags by Alan Ewing


 

Two Paragraph Story

Insomnia
Sleep was difficult to come by at the best of times for William. Counting sheep was tantamount to OCD on insomnia. He had once been prescribed sleeping pills, though his GP withdrew them for fear of addiction. That made matters worse for William had got used to their soothing effect when he took to his pillow.
Sunday nights in particular were bad as William’s brain would go into overdrive thinking about the new week ahead in work. The week ahead contained great tests of his character and his ability to work with others. Tossing and turning were interspersed with trips to the kitchen for snacks and milk, followed by trips to the toilet. Finally, he got to sleep. Five minutes later the alarm clock rang out loudly.


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William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

Firstly, Sonnet 116 itself, a slow absorption of the words, followed by a second reading, then read my paragraphs below, then returning to the Sonnet, as the rhythm of the language flows as you get used to it:
 
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
 
Outside of the Bible then Shakespeare is the ultimate writer about the sheer nature of love. In Shakespeare this is romantic love, whereas The New Testament deals primarily with general love. Sonnet 116 is about the stability of true love. A marriage indeed. One in which the lovers can face every trial that life may bring, every test that fate might throw into their path. Love does not change in the face of such change, else it is not true love. Love is like a fixed star that is immovable.
 
Time cannot affect love if it is true. For it grows within time. Shakespeare is telling us that fickle fancies will also not interfere with the course of true love. When it is entwined then it is rooted in such a way as to be the foundation stone of life itself. Companionship, friendship and loyalty are enshrined within it, through good times and bad. Love can conquer every hardship, even when all seems lost, and is the most powerful force that we ever encounter in our lives, when it is true. If not, says Shakespeare, then he, The Bard, was never a writer.



Jotting


 Hot Water Bottle

I've been hanging on to my hot water bottle
It really resists the cost of living throttle
It keeps me warm under the covers
I don't need no lovers
I just love my hot water bottle


Gag

 Oh yes, yes, she cried out in bed, “this is the best it has ever been”, as she looked over Rory’s shoulder at her favourite tv programme.

 

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