Saturday, 28 December 2024

December Jottings 2024, by Alan Ewing



 
 
 
 
DECEMBER JOTTINGS 2024
by Alan Ewing





 December


December, December, such a precious jewel,
all the things that you gave me,
in my little youth
Such a gorgeous special month,
 
In a special way
Mince pies always your way
Sherry was such a wow
Never in the year
 
Got a mouth full of chocolate
And a little tear
Love how you are bringing
Joy unto each day
 
You special month
With us each day
December, December, how I love you so
Still giving to me
 
As your love does grow
Now do I
Have to say it twice
Herald
The Birth of Christ
Herald
Love Eternal




And God Bless

And God Bless
Those who seek to love
Those who seek to help
Amongst affliction

Give Glory
To the spirit of love
Wherever it abides
In Truth

Heaven help
Those in need
Bespoken
For ever more

Give to those
Wherever in hope
They seek the word of God
Within their cloak

Reach out and touch
Those who are bereaved
Show that The Way
Touches those who ask





Wifie-Pops



All he ever wanted was a wife
Life of trouble and strife
One to dance with and argue
Till the song is through
 
Just a little wifie-pops
Goodness Gracious me
One who likes the footy
When it's on the TV

Get told off for doing nothing
On a lazy day
Wifie knows best
As you make her a cup of tea

For your woman rules the world
As she tells you off
You are under command
This life was meant to be

And so for those without a wifie-pops
Such is me
Then live life in hope
For her you just might see
 
For one thing
I know to be true
A man needs a woman
For this life to bloom


 

Grief: A Reflection


 

Grief.  So important to release it. Lest it comes back to bite you at a later point. Often that can take the form of anger, resentment against creation. The demons will seize upon that and all kinds of psychological problems can ensue. It helps when you have friends who are Angels and can bring out the tears and harrowing forms of weeping. This is for the best. For in that release the answers arrive from God. Your loved ones will always be in your heart. To cry for them is everything. For out of those tears, the seeds of Joy will be born as you give thanks for your time with them. All hatred, malice and all forms of demonic carry-on will be defeated. And the Love that you received from your special ones will reign in your heart eternally.






 Next Christmas

    

    
Next Christmas
I'm having JamTarts
Even if Mince Pies are on a special
 
This year I gave up Fruit Pastilles
And Fruit Gums too
For Chocolate Decorations made by you

Well, you knew that I was a sweets loving man
Right from the very start
Knew that I drank my cola straight form the can
 
Next Christmas
I'm having Suet Pudding with Jam
Christmas Pudding out with the Ham
 
I gave up all of my Smarties
To eat the buttons off the tree
They did not agree with me
 
You just knew the way to my tummy
Was 'Tell 'em about the honey mummy'
Yet I had to have Shredded Wheat

Next Christmas
With no tears for my Dairy Milk
I'll hide it wrapped in silk
 
 




 
Monster Out Of The Mist



It came
Tearing up roots
Completely Insane

Whatever the weather
They said
All will be fine

... Now they are dead

 
                                            It came in mist                                        
Devoured all
None saved
It stood tall

A demon ‘‘twas said
That rose from the dead
Everybody was scared
Lots of screams heard

It came from the mist
Life’s little twist
As death came calling
Without any warning
 
 

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Sunday, 8 December 2024

Carry On, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 Carry On
a lyric by Alan Ewing




I pitch this looking for a new start
Because hereafter we must part
When you gave yourself to him
Threw away what could have been

And so you have had your little fling
Leaving me to exist as a forlorn being
People give out lots of general advice
Fool me once then I’ll know when twice


Carry On: as you like
Carry On: out of sight

You are not the person that I thought to be
Seeking to inflict pain and hurt on me
Treating me as a fool rather than a friend
It got so bad that I brought it to an end

Yours always if you had seen and believed
Too busy with gratification for you to see
And so we part no longer even friends
A sad tale has been brought to an end


Carry on: in your way
Carry on: on another day

 

 

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