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It’s that time of the year when the shimmering lights come alive.
It’s Christmas time...Joy… peace and happiness in our homeland Jamaica.
The smell of mom baking the fruit cake with all the right spices and the aroma of hot chocolate tea permeates the Christmas air.
Mixing the sorrel with WATA, red label wine and don’t forget the white rum.
The honey glaze ham, the curry goat, and the gungo rice and peas are how yuh know yuh deh yard.
The magic of Christmas is complete when all the family sits around the table and remembers the good old days.
From our family to your family have a Merry Jamaican Christmas
Email Etiquette
What a gift email is!
No stamps, no envelopes
And no licking an icky stamp.
So, in seconds, a letter is sent!
In the old days, you’d throw stuff out,
Now we have “Trash” but.....alas!
But some read your email,
With family pictures, and you?
Cannot type, thank them?
You just ignore them...
Wow!
The great god, the Internet....
Created rude sons and daughters.
I have seen this at the Soup!
And all over the place!
So addicted to commenting, yes!
To them, you are trash, I guess?
The great God,, the internet?
Ignoring others is a big clue.
Do not send email to those
Who eschew you.
We maybe on the internet!
But motherboards,we are not.
Something ‘rudeheads’ forgot.
Erase them from your list forever.
Hurting others is mean,not clever!
8/10/2021
10:30 PM
It was a crisp fall November weekend,
We had gotten up early that morning
A frantic rush, buzzing to go camping.
We'd packed the night before, tired by the end.
My parents briskly loaded the luggage
In the station wagon, then we'd piled in.
Tickled, Ember our lab would lick my chin.
She was very playful, but average.
Tents were set up and a campfire blazing
Overlooking the clear lake and mountain.
We would hike nature trails we were certain
Were safe and waded in the lake fishing.
Our campfire shed a yielding glowing light
That filled the night air with the scent of smoke
And lingering forest pine and silage oak.
Sky a stage of dancing stars through the night.
I think back to all the favorite times
While young, not knowing how the lord lead my
Sight, to see His love in nature, and sky
With family in the fall leisure pastimes.
1/11/2021
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
It's my birthday today. My husband is away and my daughter is away. I was in church when I did something naughty and checked my phone (I go to church on Saturdays....the Biblical Sabbath). There was this message from my 18 year old daughter, Shereen. She wrote a poem for me...I just started crying in church, and I'm sure everyone thought I'd lost it at 46. I'm so proud of my daughter. She has a poem published in a book already. She's my life and joy. I thought I'd share with you!
The Month of May
The clear blue skies, the dancing sun
The gentle breeze when day is done
The quiet blossoms, their sweet perfume
The way they make my spirit bloom
Little things that make me say,
“Oh how I love the month of May”
The burning heat, the birds in flight
The way the stars sparkle at night
The buzzing bees and calming seas
The sound of singing in the trees
These little things that make me say
“Oh how I love the month of May.”
The little things, so dear to me
Are not the ONLY things, you see
For on the eighteenth day of May
Is someone wonderful’s birthday
Her jet black hair, her skin so fair
The way she smiles makes people stare
She’s full of passion, fierce and bold
The heart she has? It’s made of gold
Her lullabies and big brown eyes
How we would laugh until we’d cry
Her crazy ways, the good old days
When we would blast out songs of praise
Her spirit be so wild and free
Wind through her hair fills her with glee
The way she sings, the joy she brings
She’s better than ALL my little May things
My MAMA Bear is why I say
“Oh how I love the month of May.”
Shereen Natalie Ghali
May 18, 2013
Yes, I'm a proud Mama Bear!
When we are old and grey, what will they say?
It all comes down to this: the good old days
A rocking chair, an old tobacco pipe
Tiny feet sprawled about, faces in need of a wipe
Dear little ones, I have a short story
About the early days of great guts and no glory.
Travails came my way and choices had to be made
Mouths to feed and bills to be paid
The fool of the court I was called
Not once was I perturbed nor appalled
Dusty shoes and never owning a car
I worked so hard all my life and all I have are
Soiled clothes, dirty hands, a clean conscience and an empty can
Although I lived in bondage, I will die a free man.
When I am away from you
We share the same sky
I am writing in the sky
"I miss you"
When I am away from you
We share the same moon
I write on the moon
"I'm thinking of you"
When I am away from you
We share all the stars
I write between the stars
"I love you"
Sky
Some believe there are different levels of heaven
Heaven must be shared with, mercy, compassion and love
Moon
In the old days, some thought that one could get "lunatic" by looking at the moon
The Moon is our nearest neighbor in space .... provides a romantic light
Stars
Stars have fascinated people for thousands of years
Flashing pin heads on a beautiful night sky.
18.11.2013
A-L Andresen :)
One sunny day at the central zoo
Biff the gorilla grabbed the zoo keepers key
Before the employees had even a clue
Went and set all the animals free
Started out on Monkey Island
With the Orangutans and Chimpanzees
With the Giraffe's next in line
Cause they needed someone to see over the tops of the trees
When they were through letting their friends loose
And all the keepers locked up in their place
They hit the streets and before anyone knew
The entire human race was in a cage
Now the animals are doing their very best
As members of society at large
Still life is a mess if you haven't already guessed
Shouldn't have left the baboons in charge
With the pressures in life starting to show
Half the animal kingdom now in therapy
No one told them so they didn't know
That life in a cage was actually free
While the people enjoy themselves at the zoo
Three solid meals and all the naps they can take
Sunning themselves by the wading pool
Never wanting to go back to the so called good old days
Guess no matter which side you are on
The other side always looks better to you
Just remember if the time ever does come
Where ever you find that you're at...life is a zoo
How am I doing
Well thanking you very much indeed
For being kind enough to ask
Because I am doing just fine
In fact I can't tell a lie i am actually
way far better than that bordering on
great
Because my business is downright
booming at the minute
To the point I have had to stop taking
bookings as I am now fully booked
up till Christmas
And the reason why you may well ask
well is due and down to this
You see what I do for and earn my living
as my proffesion and business is
I am a fully qualified certified card carrying
Clown
So much some of the very best in the
business which you may or may
not have heard of
Like for example Sideshow Bob and
Ronald McDonald who actually based
a lot of their own act and performance
on material they stole off me
But they have all but since gone to
ground so now I am all but the last
standing remaining Clown
Due to the dwindling amount of work
after COVID -19 rules etiquette and
social distancing ensued
The best excuse money can buy
when all else other's used have failed
thus far since the classic good old days
of my dog eat my homework
And left them without means to
earn a steady income to support
them in order to pay their bill's and
lifestyle they had become accustomed to
But hey at least this story has a happy
ending and they didn't want and go
without for very long
Because blessed with the particular
skillet they garnered and possessed
They simply just went joined signed
up and pledged allegiance to and
became a fully fledged member of the
Clown Union
Because as everyone full well knows
Clown's are the star's and reason why
people choose go to the Circus in the
1st place
And politics if nothing else is in all
but name the greatest Circus on earth
Only difference being although littered
with clown's these one's have or feel
no need
To slap and adorn their face in
makeup or wear a funny customized
suit
Because they are and their act and
material on which it is based upon is
in itself funnier than hell
But whereas Circus clown's wear big
shoe's for comical affect
These here clown's wear big boot's
in order so they can fill them up to
brim of their stetson hat
After the pockets of their shinny designer
bespoken suits look like they have
$100 handkerchief hanging out all
of them
A lofty barren tree
deliberately reminisces
its sweet old memories,
whoops out of glee
"Maple shaped and light green
were my leaves, pristine and clean;
Preferred by plenty of butterflies
to laying symmetrical eggs
And the tangled bushy twigs
nesting places for birds small and big
Oh ho! The juvenile birds sang,
perching on contorted branches, they swung
Buzzing and pleasant odored
were my Colorful flowers;
That enthralled lovely bees and flies;
A visual treat to the eyes
And the sugar sweet berries
were more sweeter than cherries;
Savoured by hundreds of bats and birds
Oh! The bliss, I couldn't express through words!!!
Those were the good old days
Now no branches to sway
I feel barren and exhausted
None to embrace, everything is lost..."
Lamented a barren tree...
Suddenly a flock of birds
Occupies the twigs arid
Some sing, a few dances
And some do romance
These birds embrace the tree
And make her embrace glee again!!!
Now that's a great lesson the birds hum
"Don't forget where you came from"
October 12 2022
You can hear me reciting this poetry...
Here is the link...
https://youtu.be/VfU9pkJsbt8
Family History
by Edmund Siejka
A sense of guilt
Made him search the hall closet
Until he found the old cardboard box.
Opening it
He stared
At a handful of dusty photos.
He remembered Aunt Jenny,
Who told funny stories,
How families in Europe
Lived near borders and one could have a German last name
And be French or even Czech.
Or how uncle Tomas
Made his way to York, PA.
Thinking it was New York
When told that it wasn’t
He shrugged his shoulders
Saying York, PA was okie dokie by him.
Or cousin Laurence who worked in a coal mine
Until he couldn’t take it anymore
And ran away to a dairy farm in New Jersey.
Putting the faded photos back into the carboard box
He wondered if his granddaughter really wanted
To research their family tree
Like she promised.
When the realization came to him
That most of the photos had been thrown away
Back when his father said
No one wanted to remember the old days.
Pushing aside coats and jackets
He carefully returned the box back to the hall closet
Regretting that he never kept the old photos and papers.
Sitting down
He wondered if anyone even cared
That the old days had been mindlessly tossed away.