I liked that one Silver Tabby.
Thank you !
Thanks. I did have help with some of the big wurds though. 
I have now caught up and wow!
Keep them coming.
Fruity I know you are brilliant at short stories.
I must inspire you to post some.
Thank -you for the link - Robert is very talented.
Silver Tabby I am such a fan.
It’s funny how some days
Pass by in our deep haze
We scarcely note their passing
More follow, seems everlasting
If only we could slow things down
Turn this time thing fully round
Stop to smell the flowers
Not just minutes, but fully hours
Not just smell but stare for ages
Rather like those ancient sages
Who considered things in detail
Before inventing therapy retail
(C)RJ 2017
I don’t like that last line, can anyone improve it?
And considered the perspective of a Snail.
Excellent!
Christmas Long Ago
By Jo Geis
Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.
Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.
Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.
Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.
Lovely Christmas poem Sweetie Pie.
I wrote this for a challenge, on a poetry forum long gone. Write a poem in the style of Tennysons Lady Of Shallot…
This Road Once Lead To Camelot.
Gone, sights Tennyson saw plainly
G.M.T. crops, bearded barley
Combined harvesters heard clearly
Cutting, baling, binding early
This road once led to Camelot
The river full of rusting rubble
New houses cover where then stubble
Bringing peoples and all their trouble
Past, is the island of Shallot.
The Lady’s legend is of yore
They didn’t believe, wanted more
Progress and greed replaced folklore
The past is dead and gone before
Lost, once strong towered Camelot
High rise appartments fill the space
Where a dream castle had such grace
Now none can ever see the face
Cursed, forgot, Lady of Shallot.
This one was also a challenge…a long time ago…
Lasting Friendship
Just like our lives, many changes
With friends, as they move around,
But then, perhaps, maybe only once,
A lasting friendship is found.
No matter how you have met,
Right there from the start,
This person will have a special place
Deep within your heart.
Which lasts for years
Through everything,
The rough, the smooth,
Far distancing.
You’ll hold on to this friendship,
The storms you’ll both have weathered,
For friendship like this, in one lifetime,
Is a miracle to be treasured.
In a similar vein:-
The Friendship Bracelet
Strands of purple silk,
a knot of soft black leather.
symbols of our friendship –
binding us together.
When your strong, gentle
fingers tied this on my wrist,
your eyes touched mine
and it felt like being kissed.
Strands of purple silk
tie you to my heart,
so wherever you may go
we will never be apart.
Friendships ties are lasting,
more so than any other,
they are strong and enduring
just like the soft black leather.
Strands of purple silk
bind you to my soul,
my spirit touching yours
keeps our friendship whole.
I’ll weep your tears, feel your pain,
share your joys and laughter.
karma linked to karma with
a knot of soft black leather.
The bracelet forms a circle
unbroken and without end,
yet another example of
what it means to be a friend.
Untouched by time or distance,
and lasting beyond forever –
bound in purple silk and
tied with soft black leather.
© 2017
Your poem is beautiful.
Tiff you have reminded me to post my painting of the Lady of Shallot.
Thank-you for sharing your poems Tiff and ST.
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Thank you - so is yours !
Where are you posting it, Sweetie Pie. In the Art board?
Yes, when I get round to it Tiff.
It is a VERY large painting and I need to get my hubby to take a pic.
A modest chap, wears summer hats.
Good grief, I am overweight!
Something in others I look in the mirror and I always see
The same old ghost following me
It can be brooding and malevolent
Other times something my mind invents
Sometimes welcome, as when my dad
Comes back to relive the life he had
An appearance granted once for me
When I was nearly fifty
Here’s the face you deserve at forty
We have all been good and oh so naughty
What goes round comes round again
What the hell, are you gonna do then
RJ (C)
I like that one RJ !!
Good one RJ 