Annus 2025 is now history
A year that reshaped planet earth like no other
The new year is here
Rise and embrace it with vigour
Lord this is the year that you have made
You know how it began
You also know how it will end
Our divine compass lead us every step of the way.
No one can rise above his confession
It shall be well with us in the new year
Let us arise and key into God’s divine agenda
For He is our road map
Annus Horribilis until the birth of our Great Grandson, who brought love and joy to everyone.
Riley Beau Brooks, Born 17th December, 2023
Year 2022 has come and gone
Annus horribilis some say it was
A beautiful year yet for others
But that year is now history
The new year is here!
Embrace and savor it
New opportunities stare you in the face
Seize them while it is still day
The new year is what you make of it
Do not cling on the events of the past
For today is opportunity
And tomorrow a mystery
God the creator of the universe
Thank you for the breath of life
That keeps hope alive!
Let this year be good!
It was the year of the scorned Princess
when Di did on Charles and Camilla dis.
But Liz in her dis-dain
who through it all did reign
couldn’t save her Annus Horribilis!
Written: June 2015
An empire on which the sun never set
became her commonwealth.
A kingdom of four crowns ,close held
her fiefdom and her realm.
Politicos by the dozen ,came and went
her sense of duty stayed,from heaven sent.
Family failures&tragedy tested this resolve
for many years ' horribilis'.
Ninety now ,to Elizabeth we lift a glass
long may she live&reign in 'annus mirabilis'
A
pound
Sterling –
two forty
Saxon hammered coins;
silver pennies or “little stars1”.
It
was
Offa
of Mercia,
eighth century king2,
first issued the silver penny,
and two hundred and forty weighed one pound or libra.
He
copied
the Roman
denarius coin
so one penny became “1d.”
and twelve of these equalled one solidus, or “1s.”
And
thus
became
L.s.d. –
Pounds, shillings and pence.
Sad
day
annus horribilis
nineteen sev’nty one
when decimalisation came
and Great Britain lost her monetary heritage.
The bad year befell when the prior had passed so well,
With no warning night descended and a charmed existence ended
As a starving bird of prey came to roost one average day,
Ate the blue out of the sky, pecked the sparkle from the eye.
It dragged its talons slow across the life I used to know,
Never paused to catch a breath, simply put the world to death;
Relentless and remote, ripped the soul and sank the boat,
Black reposed and ghoul surveyed all the changes it had made.
The bad year befell and with it tumbled hell,
Crushing love and passion dead beneath a fire and brimstone tread,
Breathing poison to erase all designs without a trace,
Until all it left to hold were some ashes sour and cold.
Looking back on everything with a future painted grim,
Thus conclude and contemplate on the cruel hand of fate;
Rise to curse complacency, that Achilles heel decree,
Who foresees without a doubt when time is running out?
The bad year befell with a parable to tell
That no matter who you are you can push your luck too far,
And no matter what you do you are always left with you
And despite your best endeavour nothing ever lasts forever…
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