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Me the bee – the Christmas bee!

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I am a bee, a busy bee, a Christmas bee, you see
I have too much to do, I am buzz-y, buzz-y, buzz-y.

Santa dear, one day, came to me, and asked for my help, you see
“The shopping list is far too long,” whined he, over a cuppa tea.

His face, a wee bit weary, into the chair, he slumped, so sad, dear me!
“Got too much to do; pressies to buy, then wrap to put under that tree.”

“Rudolph’s down with flu, two elves are sick in bed, oh woe is me!”
Oh my gosh, thought me the bee, was this a dream, a movie or some fantasy?

Come, come, dear man, this will not do; tut-tut, all this I cannot see
Now listen up, Santa, just you breathe, relax and quietly drink your tea.

The world awaits you; every kid with bated breath, agog to hug a pressie
Don’t let them down, please, Santa; I will do my part to help, said me the bee.

So, who helped with the wrapping, the packing; gifts to place beneath the Christmas tree?
Who bucked up Santa? Healed Rudolph and those sickly elves? Yes, me the bee!

Dear friends, so that’s the tale how I became a Christmas bee, the busy bee;
Now whene’er you hear the “Ho Ho Ho!”, thank me, the bee – buzz-y, buzzy, buzz-y!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

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Farewell, Snow….it’s time to watch the flowers grow

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Snow! Get thee gone.. away, I say,
Takest thou, the cold and icy ways.

For thou art harsh, hard and hefty
On the heart and health.. Oh, leave us be!

Thy gusty winds doth awake the chills;
Thou freeze the air, begone! ..and take thy ills.

We’ll not make merry whilst thou spread the flakes,
We’ll brush and shovel, no matter the time it takes.

Granted, thy veil of white doth look so enchanting,
But, by overstaying your welcome, just misery brings.

Your arrival was a blessing, that I must say;
Your beauty, your charm, the fun – you made our day!

The hilarity, the joy, the giggles and much laughter,
Aye, ’tis you, the bringer of this ‘funster’ bluster!

But, now, alas, dear snow, you must go, go, go!
The crowds have had enough of snow, snow, snow!

So now fare thee well, adieu, you fifty shades of white,
Throngs await Spring and the warm sunshine bright.

O Snow, we shall await your new season – Winter – in all its glory,
Oh, yes, all agog, with bated breath – just you wait and see!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Fifty Shades of White

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Courtesy of F.L

 

The day is cold. Really cold. To use the correct word – freezing.

Today, I have a journey to make. So I step into my car. Start up the engine. Switch on the heater. And roll up the windows.

Now, I am on my way. I think I know where I am going. And I think I know what to do. And thus, I begin.

With accelerator pressed, the engine gently growls. I shift the gear, adjust my seat and, warily, move on to the tarmac.

My, what a magical sight to behold!

Methinks, enchanting. But nay, some thoughts differ – Promising? Or, ominous?

Seconds tick by. I’m in a quandary.

I feel confused. Friend or foe? Boggled, I clutch at the steering wheel.

Watchful. Now, more careful, I negotiate a bend and drive on.

A thick, dense blanket of snow lies on either side. The road is clear, but sporadically, miniature snow dunes appear.

Trees, of different shapes and size, stand tall in shrouds of white, haughtily peering down at me. Or, perhaps, protectively?

Road signs are thickly veiled in various whites, their messages, vague and unclear. Ambiguous. Why?

Clusters of clouds loom above me, menacingly, displaying hues of white, white and white. Or, are they grey?

The road, it twists and turns with its ups and downs. Is that – Good or Bad?

I reflect. I ponder.

Time passes by.

Then..

Eureka!

A sudden jolt out of the blue electrifies me. I am hit by a flash of enlightenment.

Yes. I smile.

With Enlightenment comes Realisation and, finally, Acceptance.

Yes, yes and yes!

That’s what life is all about. One long adventurous journey, inclusive of its twists and turns, and its ups and downs – they are, of course, all part of the package!

Wisdom dawns. I think back.

Promising? Ominous? Surely, such are the experiences in life!

Thickly veiled road signs, vague, and very unclear? Together with the fifty shades of white (snow?) that cruised alongside me in my journey? These are simply His sacred directions and guidance for us to note and accept!

Gratitude reigns. The crown is accepted. Ah, I have indeed arrived at my destination. Phew.

The journey, undoubtedly, was long, tiring and extremely puzzling. From the start, I was quite apprehensive and rather fretful. Obstacles unnerved me, predicaments befuddled me. But now, what a relief!

Peace prevails. I am content. I pray.

I thank You, loving Lord, for blessing my soul with Your enlightenment – the conscious awareness of our purpose in life.

Amen.

 

Maloquacious © 2015

 

The touch of a snowflake angel

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As folk of the southern hemisphere bid farewell to the warm, sunny temperatures, the snow dances its last waltz in the northern hemisphere.

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When this white, fluffy stuff falls from the heavens it delights spirits and spurs the soul with thrill and excitement. In fact J.B. Priestley puts it spot on with his quote:

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”

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So true. Snow sprinkles a certain kind of magic when it first falls. Oh, how we welcome it! Faces, beaming bright with huge grins. Eyes, all lit up with the sparkle of disbelief at the snowy sight that unfolds. Merriment. Joy. Oodles and oodles of it.

Andy Goldsworthy put it so aptly with: “Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.” 

Yes, cherished memories come rushing in like a high-powered electric train. Scenes of the white winter wonderland of my childhood flash in front of me. I see myself, swaddled in bright-coloured woollies traipsing through the deep snow, my feet, snug in warm, furry, snowshoes. My head topped with a rich crocheted crown of woollen pompoms and tassels. Oh, how I loved that woolly bonnet!

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Courtesy of NY.

I still remember with great vividness, the sight of the small bush in our garden, its twigs shrouded in a soft, wispy veil of delicate snowflakes….how simply enchanting it was. What fun it was to help shovel away the snow. Shrieking, laughing while having snowball fights, and giggling in delight as everyone skidded and slipped on the ice…there is no remembrance of casualties, so I guess all was safe and sound.

“Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.” We love them. We adore how snow feels. Ever tried catching snowflakes with the mouth wide open and then feeling the sudden, sharp iciness as they softly land? That’s when you’ve been touched by a snowflake angel!

But when the snow outstays its welcome and seems to drown the landscape, bringing everything to a halt. Roads blocked, airports closed. People are ready for it to just go away.

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Courtesy of F.F.Q.

E.E. Cummings declared: “The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” Sigh.

So, therefore, we bid adieu to snow – the enchanting winter wonderland – and, now, watch it dance its last waltz. Play on, maestro.

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Courtesy of O.L.

Maloquacious © 2013

The perfect man

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FROST. Courtesy of NY

Yesterday, I surprised everyone. Even myself. I woke up at the crack of dawn. 10am. Even the fish were shocked out of their gills. For a sec they stopped breathing. I could tell. The bubbles had stopped.

Well, okay. I exaggerate. Guilty as charged. But………Gotcha!

The first rule in writing is to capture your reader’s attention. No matter how short the attention span. Still, some may stop reading at this point. No worries. However, if they use your page as ‘firewood’ to light their garbage then you have a BIG problemo. Si.

But, chances are that they are still reading. How do I know that? Because curiosity killed the cat. And let’s face it…not everyone is a Kool Kat, my friend. No kiddin’. And please don’t talk about dogs here. Thank you.

Speaking of kool cool, I genuinely feel for all those who are experiencing freezing temperatures. It was only when I saw my old pal Mr Snowman and his cronies appear here and there in the snow-clad cities that I had a memory jog. Whoosh! I was magically taken back to my childhood.

I still remember with vividness the sight of everything covered in white as I peeked out from my bedroom window. We siblings squealed in delight as we donned our woollies and speedily stepped into snug snowshoes. We dashed out the front door and a gust of bitterly cold air smacked us in the face. Undaunted, we bravely plodded on.

Yay! Hurrah. Thrill. Excitement. We tugged tighter at our mohair mittens, pulled our furry berets further down to cover the ears and twined and twisted scarves around to snuggle our chins. Brr. We froze. Yet we smiled. We were supremely happy.

Our eyes shone with smug satisfaction as we looked at the snowman we had built. He now wore a hat and scarf. Perfect. The perfect man – as we youngsters thought. Ah, the joys of childhood. Innocence. Sigh.

And, now that I am older I have learnt that there is no such thing as the perfect man. Sigh. Does he exist? Did he ever exist? You tell me.

Maloquacious © 2012