Never Lose Hope

14 Sleeps till Christmas

First published on Free Verse Revolution, December 2018.

Never Lose Hope

There’s no better time than now

When the world is so fraught

With hurt, pain and sadness

T’is the season to be jolly

Open your hearts, your souls

To the wonder that Christmas brings

 

“Peace on earth and good will to all”

Doesn’t that sound so much more than

“Get out of my face you bum and get a job”

Better than

“You’re just weighing me down I don’t need you”

Love thy Neighbour

 

There’s no cliché in Christmas

So don’t look for it

Celebrate the hope and the joy it brings

For it can endure

Be the hand that reaches out

As the light of a single candle reaches through the dark

 

Be joy; be love, be hope!

Not just Christmas Day but everyday

Let the Yuletide Spirit fill you

And flow through your finger tips

Like sun’s rays through a cloudy day

Passing on the smile it brings

 

For a smile can be contagious

It brings happiness and laughter

All the year round

Life can be a beautiful ride

Lead by example

Never lose hope

 

Copyright © JRFC From December 2018
Image from Pixabay

My Special Christmas Guest tonight is…

Walter de la Mare and Mistletoe

Walter John de la Mare was British born in 1873 but of French descent. He was a poet, short story writer and novelist. He was also a write of ‘subtle’ psychological horror stories.

So why did I choose this one, self explanatory really; as well as being a beautiful yet mysterious verse, who doesn’t like a smooch under the Mistletoe eh!

Holly and Mistletoe; couldn’t be me more appropriate for this time of year. I remember my mother nipping into town to the Market and buying freshly cut sprigs that she’d tie into little bunches and hang over the front door and decorate the house.

Ahh good times; by the way… 20 sleeps till Christmas.

Mistletoe

Sitting under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Some one came, and kissed me there.

 

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

No footsteps came, no voice, but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

Almost Time…

Ladies and Gentlesurfers of the WWW… ITTTTTTTT’sss almost here and I’m raring to go. See what I did there, had you going for a moment, don’t deny it (chuckle).

Oh yes; Sunday sees the Advent Calendars go up and the Christmas sleep countdown begins. I have arranged a daily post, from Sunday, that I hope will put a festive sparkle img_0940in your eye. Now I say daily; I have arranged a post for every day, but at this time of year my head is spinning like a Waltzer Ride and I revert back to my very excitable childhood.

So don’t be too surprised to see any extra’s being squeezed in for seasonal good measure.

I’ve got Carols, I’ve got Jingles and of course there’s your’s truly’s attempts at making a Holly Jolly Christmas for you. So two more sleeps to the start of my bumper December.

I hope you enjoy and have a Merry, oh whats the word… CHRISTMAS!!!

Haunted

I wrote this haiku for Free Verse Revolution last Halloween and it’s one of my favourites. Then I recently came across this beautiful image on Facebook and I had a light bulb moment.

This is the result in all its tingly glory, are you looking forward to Halloween?

 

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Copyright © JRFC October 2018
The Mush claims no credit for the image featured in this post

My Special Guest tonight is…

Lord Byron and She Walks in Beauty

Simply known as Lord Byron, AKA George Gordon Byron and born in January 1788; he was an English poet, peer, and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence.

He was considered one of the leading figures of the Romantic Movement and is regarded as one of the greatest English poets, still remaining widely read and influential.

Our Lord Byron was also a bit of a scoundrel. He was described as being flamboyant, notorious and a bit of a celebrity in his era both for his success as a Romantic poet and for his aristocratic excesses. He had financial issues, sex scandals with both women and men and there were rumours of a little incest on the side.

It was said of Lord Byron that he was “mad, bad, and dangerous to know”.

Go Georgie!!

This poem, I Love. It really is a beautiful piece. And regardless of his escapades or lack of dignity, depending on your point of view, for me this really speaks from the heart to the heart.

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

 

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!