Therapeutic Rhyming

Me Three

Just a quick update for the lack of any post

Busy mulling over what next I’m gonna host

 

November as I said is quieter than the norm

Got lots on my mind; kicking up quite a storm

 

The ‘C’ word is coming; get you mind out of the gutter

I’m talking about Christmas, yes ‘that word’ I hear you mutter

 

Then my blogging anniversary comes straight after that

Time to think of a new theme, what’s the word… Stat!

 

And of course you know there’s the B.O.O.K

For which will be later I’m very sad to say

 

So this month will just have to pass us by

Cos time is short and I have to supply

 

A fantastic December and prep for the New Year

Apologies November, hope I’ve made myself clear

 

So as sporadic as the next few weeks may be

I’ll make it up to you all… You’ll see!

 

Laters Dudes and Dudettes XX!!

Winter’s Grace

This one is kind of a revision or maybe it’s better described as a reinterpretation of a piece that I wrote last year.

I hope you like.

Winters Grace

Look ahead

Through snow-covered trees

Wrapped warm

Dance under crystal white branches

Winters grace

Cooling breeze soothes the soul

Float free

In currents of air, surfing with snowflakes

On high

Releasing unheavenly thoughts; free the mind

Breathe deep

The head clears from life’s stress

Be cleansed

 

Here’s a link to my previous version if you’d like to see it, cheers!

Copyright © JRFC November 2019
Image from Pixabay

  

Frost’s Breath

O’er rambling valleys and rolling hills

Frosty breath clings to grass tips

As globules of cold dew drops

Glistening like white diamonds

In the bright sunshine

 

Slowly drawing in the warmth

Of the growing diurnal rhythms

They shy away to reveal

Pastures of emerald green

On this, a beautiful Autumn Day

 

Copyright © JRFC November 2019
Image from Pixabay

Therapeutic Ramblings…

img_0940Hey there Guys and Gals, I just wanted to start by saying thank you for all your visits, likes and comments over Halloween Week. I prepared for it early to be sure that I got it done and I think it was a big success.

It’s easy enough to say I just write because I like to do it but that’s not the whole truth. I write because there are those of you out there that like it as much as I do and that’s what’s important.

The other reason for this post is to let you all know that… Drum roll please BBRRRR

I have finished my manuscript. Yes, I have what I hope will soon to be my first published book.

This is the very idea that I mentioned way back at the beginning of the year. The same idea that has been seeded in the back of my mind for a very long time.

All I have to do know is be a brave little soldier and get it published. My hope is to have it ready by the next anniversary of my blog (January 2020) but don’t hold me to that. Afterall there is still the matter of finding someone who can draw me a cover, (hint hint).

I confess though, I’m really nervous about this situation. Maybe I should be as this is kind of a big deal… Isn’t it? It’s the usual gremlins, bashing my confidence telling me there’s no point, it won’t be good enough, no one will read it.

The thing is; how will I know if all these things are true if I don’t publish it. Okay so it may not be a blockbuster and sell a gazillion, trillion to the power of ten copies, I know that, I’m not that much up my own arse. So, what’s the big deal; it’s like my old Boss used to say… Oh fuck I’m not gonna put you through that again.

Suffice to say, it’s gonna get done, it’s gonna be published and you, you wonderful people, are gonna be the first to know about it.

“Of Magick, Myths and Monsters” by John RF Collins.

Catchy isn’t it… ?!?!

Bonfire Night

Here in the UK we have another tradition that comes straight after Hallowe’en and it’s an evening of bonfires and fireworks.

Tonight is Bonfire Night also known as Guy Fawkes Night and has been a tradition since the foiled gunpowder plot to destroy the Houses of Parliament back in 1605. You can search the story on the WWW if you’d like, it is quite fascinating.

In a nutshell, conspirators wanting to assassinate the then King thought up a plan to destroy Parliament. They got as far as placing firewood and barrels of gunpowder in the cellars but were foiled just in time to stop the explosion from happening.

As a kid I used to love Guy Fawkes Night. Memories of family, friends and neighbours around a large bonfire. Fireworks being light and large spuds wrapped in foil, cooked around the edge of the fire. We’d have sparklers in hand and write our names and make patterns in the air.

A group of us would make a large dummy that was the representation of Guy Fawkes in advance. It was made from old clothes stuffed with newspaper, with the arms and legs tied off with string.

We’d place the Guy on a corner of our local neighbourhood shouting “Penny for the Guy” in the hope that we’d get some kind of monetary prize for our creation. Then on November 5th, with the Bonfire ready after several days of building it from anything the adults could lay their hands on, the Guy was placed on top.

When the night was over the kids knew that the timer had started and the countdown to Christmas had began. Those were the days (chuckle).

So to commemorate this tradition, I had a look for the poem that was written to remember this time in history. The author was never known and there are slightly different versions, so here is my favourite of them.

I hope you enjoy.

Remember Remember the fifth of November

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
We know of no reason why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament

Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a darkened lantern and burning match.

A stick and a stake
For King James’s sake!

If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.

A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.

Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!