Your final journey 1926-2022

Your final journey 1926-2022

And so it is that the sun is setting on this historical day.

A day filled with thanksgiving and we saw a nation pray.

Your coffin laid onto a large heavy gun carriage. 

Bound for Westminster Abbey, where you were married.

A carriage that once carried your father, the King.

The Abbey filled with glorious sounds as choristers sing.

The place of your coronation - the start of a 70 year reign.

The day that you passed away filled us with so much pain.

One hundred and forty two naval seamen undertook their duty.

A military procession filled with spectacular beauty.

So the nation and world could reflect on your life. 

Today was not the day for disagreements or strife.

Your coffin adorned with a crown, orb and sceptre.

You always knew that God was your great protector.

In the peace and the silence the tenor bell tolled 96 times.

One for each year of your life that bell did chime.

The sun streamed down and in through stain glass windows.

In the great architectural abbey lay no deep, dark shadows.

Upon your coffin lay a simple wreath of home flowers.

Each of the blooms having a reason for their assemblance.

Myrtle for marriage and Rosemary for remembrance.

The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended but your legend begins.

For you, our Queen have truly gained your Angel wings.

A young Prince and Princess wanted to be part of this day.

You were their shepherd, guiding them along their way.

A nation fell silent - simply united in gladness but also grief.

A comfort to so many was knowing that you had great faith.

Each corner of the abbey filled with singing and praise. 

Your relentless hard work, dedication to duty - never ceased to amaze.

In the place where you married and were given your crown.

You vowed to all your people you’d never let them down.

Throughout your long reign you led from deep within your soul.

And now it is God’s dwelling place where you now shall go.

Your faith comforted you, as death opened the door to glory.

You would have known that you were stepping into holy territory.

Nothing can separate mankind from the love of God.

Though we are sure that, sometimes, even your life was flawed.

As you left Westminster Abbey the crowds were amassed.

A ripple of applause, like waves, rose up as you passed.

The people threw flowers as a symbol of gratitude.

This sight was a wall of thanks in such magnitude.

A sea of red accompanied you down the long Mall.

A Queen who wanted so much to be seen by all.

Onwards you travelled to your great home, Windsor 

Where thousands lined the streets - hoping to see Her.

Then in the depths of St George’s chapel a son pays his respect.

Laying out the company camp colour - taking a moment to reflect.

Symbols of your reign now removed from your coffin.

Know this ma’am, your reign will never be forgotten.

All lives have a beginning and an end - alpha and omega.

So it is now we must look forward to a bright new era.

A lone piper stands and plays his final lament.

A monarch, our Queen, he was proud to represent.

So as the sound of the piper slowly faded away

It was a final farewell on this historic day.

Gun salutes were heard as the Sebastopol bell rung out.

For a mother, a queen, a leader and a Christian devout.

So now as our period of national mourning comes to end.

We give thanks for a long life that was truly a god send. 

It is now that your family and our King can grieve.

As momentary from public life they can take their leave.

A numbness and disbelief that you are actually gone.

A gracious, regal lady who was truly hands on.

Now your throne awaits you in heaven. 

Take your rightful place as to where you ascend. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

19.9.22

God Save The King

Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, and Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Garter. 

Rest in peace Queen Elizabeth II

The River of Life

The River of Life 

Life is like a river 

wending its way down the steep mountain.

It’s pace often fast and turbulent,

At times nothing more than a mere trickle.

But down the mountain that rivers flows,

It seeks out its path and somehow gets through.

It dances, it shimmers and gleams in the sun.

At times its so full as the rain bounces down.

Other times it’s energy depleted and not all gets through.

The path that it follows is one that’s well tread.

So many droplets make up that great flow.

A force of nature sometimes for the good.

At other times destructive and a life changing flow.

Along its journey that water helps others to grow.

The mosses and heathers dancing along its banks.

The fishes and animals who make this their home.

Like a beating heart pulsing your life blood to all.

At some point in time that river or stream ends.

Perhaps its final hurray over a wonderful waterfall.

Or that clear sparkling water may join the great seas.

No longer alone but in a mass of great glory.

So our lives are reflected in this mighty element.

Some days are hard - others full of joy and happiness.

At times it feels lonely but we try and get through.

The end of the journey - who really knows?

But I hope there’s a glorious end,

Like entering a great deep ocean, I’m joined in glory,

with the masses and those that I have loved.

Copyright © J C Hicks

19.9.22

A Corgi’s Love

A Corgi’s Love

I’m sat patiently waiting for your return.

I hear a noise, sit up and turn.

It’s not you - I lay back down.

I don’t understand why you aren’t around.

I miss our daily walk and chat.

I knew you were a mastered diplomat.

But when with me you were kind and gentle.

A lady who was truly non judgemental.

I’d noticed that your steps had slowed. 

Signs of your age had begun to show.

I didn’t care how quick we walked.

You still looked lovingly at me as you talked. 

Now I sit and begin to wonder.

What if we’ve been put asunder?

A world without you by my side. 

The thought leaves me terrified.

I’d lay my head upon your lap. 

Your arms around my body you’d wrap.

I’d look up at you through my big brown eyes.

I knew that you were old but oh so very wise. 

And now I don’t know where you are.

I fear this may be our au revoir. 

I sense you’ve gone on your next journey.

I don’t know why you left without me.

So now I sit here in the sunshine. 

Alone and lost- I begin to pine.

My lead is hanging up by the door.

Walkies with your majesty are no more.

The love between a dog and it’s owner 

Is the greatest I could ever have shown her.

Only I could keep safe her fears and thoughts.

That she’d disclosed on our long walks.

So it is that I’m now left all alone.

Our special relationship is unbeknown.

I was there for you day to day.

I’d always listen and obey.

So as you ascend onwards to heaven

I hope your people have learnt a lesson.

To live a life that’s true and honest.

As for us, we’ll meet again - I promise. 

🐶 

Copyright © J C Hicks 15-9-22

#TheQueen #Corgi #RoyalDogs #UnconditionalLove

In memory of Queen Elizabeth II 1926-2022

Lilibet 1926-2022

Lilibet 1926-2022 

Like a carpet of bluebells you radiated beauty.

Inspirational speeches and a conduct so regal.

Loved by so many across the whole globe.

Incredible woman -  married to your royal duties. 

Brave and courageous even in your darkest hours. 

Elegant, graceful, wise and always serene.

‘‘Twas an honour for us to call you our Queen.

Copyright © J C Hicks  13-9-22

🖤🖤🖤

Me time - never feel guilty about it!

 

Me time - never feel guilty about it! 

Is there anything more important than self care?

 Don’t ever underestimate the need to sit and share. 

Life’s journey can beat a dark, lonely path at times.

Darkness wrapping around your body sometimes.

Desperately seeking out any tiny chink of light.

Fighting waves of feeling lost and being out of sight. 

Cold, clammy invisible hands gripping round your throat.

Afraid to talk - feeling completely out of sorts.

Everybody needs to know that there is someone there.

Some organisation, friend or stranger who can show they care.

So if you are feeling completely lost or simply overwhelmed.

If you just simply want a warm embrace or to be held.

Take that moment to stop, listen, look and breathe.

Strip away the dark thoughts, as there is hope underneath.

So take some time for the important things.

I don’t mean clothes, makeup, shoes and fancy rings.

YOU - are the most important thing in your life.

Seek out help to deal with feelings and any strife.

Know that have such amazing self worth.

You are the most important thing on this earth.

So don’t ever feel guilty for having “me” time.

Life’s an interesting mountain we all must climb. 

J C Hicks Copyright 12-9-22

#MIND #Samaritans #https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk

#NHS #Friends #Family #Strangers 

Monarch, leader, woman and mother - our Queen 1926-2022

Monarch, leader, woman and mother - our Queen 1926-2022

The day has come when your long reign is over.

There is a beautiful bridge for you to pass over. 

Where it goes nobody really knows.

Your faith assured you there are no dark shadows.

You were a woman standing strong for all.

Who will be in all our hearts forever more.

You were a true lady full of love and grace.

Unique and really impossible to replace.

You were a leader who many looked up to.

Always knowing the right thing to do.

Standing for honesty, peace and truth.

The nations mood you could always soothe.

The day has come for you to meet your maker. 

You know you’ve always been God’s caretaker.

Your faith was strong and you steered us well.

You were a devout Christian as we could tell.

The pain of grief that we now bear,

Is great but we take comfort in prayer.

Wonderful memories your people now share.

It’s easy to see just how much we all care.

The journey you make now is one of glory.

Your life unfolded into a beautiful story.

Now you will be with your precious Prince Philip.

Your soul mate to whom you lovingly looked up. 

He was by your side through thick and thin.

Once again you’re united, as a new era begins. 

You gave us all so many fond memories.

Moments that will be remembered for centuries.

A monarch who reigned for over 70 years.

Never once did you display your fears.

You guided us with your ever steady hand.

You truly loved our beautiful land.

Above all else you were a mother.

You instilled the need to love one another.

Your family will do you proud.

Charles has taken his solemn vows.

So now it’s time to say goodbye.

You are as free as a heavenly butterfly. 

So slip your hand into your beloved Philip’s.

He will keep you safe, so don’t you worry about us.

In memory of our Queen Elizabeth II 

1926-2022

Copyright © J C Hicks 10-9-22

 

Our Queen ❤️ 1926-2022

Our Queen ❤️ 1926-2022

We can’t believe you are gone

But we know we must all carry on.

You served us with respect and love

A monarch who we were truly proud of.

A life devoted to your people 

You truly were a queen for all people.

You reigned with dignity and respect 

Your reign was, simply put - perfect.

You always had a twinkle in your eye 

Your passing leaves such hue and cry

A woman full of grace and beauty 

Married to your noble duty.

Prince Philip was always by your side 

A tower of strength he did provide.

He was your soul mate and your rock 

There for you around the clock.

You were never born to be our Queen

Your reign is one we are blessed to have seen.

You stood up for all that was true and right

Guiding your people with goodness and light.

You endured to be true and honest 

Serving your people as you promised.

A life devoted to your public duty 

Your smile was radiant, a thing of beauty.

Your passing has made my heart ache 

Shedding a tear when I heard the news break.

You’ve always been in our lives,

The longest reign recorded in the archives. 

We were blessed to call you our Queen 

The like of which nobody’s ever seen.

You bridged the gaps in our society 

 Displaying a true model for propriety.

Now you’ve fallen into your last sleep.

Many shedding tears and will weep.

We can’t imagine a life without you

 It’s time for us to pay our respects to you.

We will hold you in our hearts forever 

You were quite simply our national treasure.

So now we grieve with heavy hearts 

However now our new King’s reign starts.

So rest in peace ma’am - you will be missed.

God bless you. 

The Queen, Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth, Lilibet

1926-2022

God bless the King.

Copyright © J C Hicks 9-9-22

Carew Wesley Anniversary

Carew Wesley Anniversary  

The world has been hurting the past couple of years.

So many people endured pain and loss, shedding many tears.

A pandemic that came in and stripped bare so many lives.

A virus seeping through society where so many didn’t survive 

All the places of worship had to close their doors.

As people were forced to meet only outdoors. 

No singing, no sermons, no prayers - not a sound.

So many people becoming completely housebound.

But you Lord were with us every step of the way.

Our lives changed so much in the flash of an eye. 

Loved ones passed away with no chance of goodbyes.

Comforted only by a stranger holding their hand 

Knowing they are passing into God’s own land.

Life still went on with new lives still emerging

New mums on their own with dads left home hurting.

Hero’s and heroines emerged as they carried on with their job 

Many returned home tired - and all they could do was sob

But Lord you were with us every step of the way.

Then there was a light at the end of this long painful road.

A vaccine which gave hope as the NHS reached overload. 

The scientists had developed our life saving vaccine.

A jab which could stop this vile virus Covid-19

So finally and slowly normal life has returned. 

Two years and there are so many lessons we have learned.

We must live for today and soak up the small things 

For we never know what tomorrow may bring. 

But you Lord are with us every step of the way. 

It’s easy to believe that there can be no God.

As it seems our world is fundamentally flawed.

Our hearts are breaking as we watch poor Ukrainians suffer 

Families losing children, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

This casts huge doubt over our faith and belief.

Our minds become bogged down with torment and grief.

But we must hold our course and put our trust in you Lord.

Faith - what is it?  It is like our invisible cord.

And you Lord are with us every step of the way.

The past two years have re-aligned peoples values.

A life full of love and laughter is what we must choose.

You can’t put a value on precious memories and time.

For only the Lord knows the length of our lifetime.

So stop and take stock of what is around you.

Stop a moment longer to soak up that view. 

And stand in awe and wonder at what the Lord has created.

For it’s there in all it’s amazing glory to be fully appreciated. 

And remember- the Lord is with you every step of the way.

Copyright © J C Hicks 19-6-22

Nature’s Winter Wonderland

Nature’s Winter Wonderland 

The trees are all bare - no more leaves left to show.

It’s so cold my poor cheeks have a red healthy glow.

The fields have a sparkle as they are dusted with white.

The crisp white frost glistening in the morning sunlight. 

The dog excitedly trots along the crisp, icy grass verge. 

His paws make the grass crunch and they become submerged.

He doesn’t seem to feel the cold one little bit

Well he’s got a fur coat - that must be it!

He buries his nose deep into the grass.

The blades gently bend and make a snap like glass.

With the trees laid bare you can see all the birds.

They sit way up high - their song is their words. 

Their chirping seems louder in the cool crisp air. 

They will soon be looking for their Spring love affair!

I pull my coat tighter and snuggle into my wooly, soft scarf. 

I’ve frightened the birds they’re wondering why I’m on their turf. 

Crisp winter mornings actually feel quite cool.

Nature’s frost making the land look like jewels. 

The nights pull out slowly and the sun shines a bit more.

Meaning we can all slowly venture once again outdoors.

I can’t feel my fingers, my toes or my nose! 

A part of me would like to still be under my bedclothes.

I stand, take a breath and look all around.

The birds and Benji are the only sounds.

Mother Nature is awesome as she regenerates.

So many things lying deep in a dormant state.

But Spring is approaching and soon the leaves will appear.

So many different cycles across the full year. 

The leaves will grow and the flowers will bloom.

The daffodils, the primroses and snowdrops will boom.

They will soon be appearing in full technicolour. 

The world suddenly looking a little fuller.

So we may be in winter and it feels a bit dull.

With nothing to do but our sorrows to mull.

So pull on your big warm winter coat, scarf and gloves.

Because with the winter season there is still a lot to love. 

J C Hicks Copyright 21-1-22

That handy extra shelf ……🙈🤦🏻‍♀️😂

That handy extra shelf ……🙈🤦🏻‍♀️😂

 Isn’t it handy, don’t you think, 

your body develops an extra shelf.

I’m talking of course about my rounded tummy.

It’s here I can let my hands just rest.

It’s also quite handy for balancing chocolate bars.

And it’s a brilliant help when eating my dinner,

As I find it keeps my plate of goodies stable. 

I feel a little dismayed when I look in the mirror.

That visual reminder of why people say “muffin top”.

A finely formed rim around my waist.

Distinctively tyre shaped but soft and squidgy.

I look back at old photos when I thought I was fat

Seems quite ludicrous now my body’s rounded out.

So here I am - another new year.

No New Years resolutions for me - I can’t keep them.

But a commitment to try and improve my diet!

So wish me luck as I try and be good.

Mmmm maybe I need to stop baking biscuits and cakes! 

Do you know what though at the end of the day

Your size doesn’t matter - it’s your mind and your health! 

Money can buy the most wonderful things.

But no amount of money can buy you good health! 

So let’s all be more accepting of our bodies 

Focus on good health and just being kind! 

J C Hicks Copyright 20-10-22

In Memory of Reg 🌈❤️🥰

In Memory of Reg 🌈❤️🥰

How can you sum up a lifetime just using words?

The moment when a loved passes to the house of our Lord.

It seems like an almost impossible task.

When struck with bereavement we slip on a mask.

Reg was a man who led a long happy life.

Leaving behind Val, his wonderful wife.

It doesn’t stop there when somebody passes away

The heart wrenching pain felt many each day. 

Reginald met Valerie at a Corn Dolly Hop dance 

It was probably love at the very first glance.

The couple were married in the year 1961.

And a lifetime of making memories had truly begun.

They started their family - first a beautiful boy

Followed by another 3 boys, they were bursting with joy. 

The question arose whether to try for a girl? 

A bonny girl - she could be their final pearl.

Fears of a football team loomed in Val’s mind

Four healthy boys they decided was just fine! 

Reg worked with his brother and also his dad.

A bricklayer his trade when he was a young lad.

As time passed by he expanded his skills

Having 4 boys meant lots of big bills!

So he became a skilled tiler and really honed his craft 

His talents were endless even dabbling in woodcraft. 

The Hicks boys grew up in Kesteven Court, Carew 

And they were some of the time quite the riotous crew.

But Reg kept them in order - well as much as he could.

Generally though they were predominantly good.

An accomplished footballer and cricketer.

When on the field he was always a contributor.

His family grew and the boys all left home

All starting families of their own.

Reg and Val created a home full of love and joy.

Their front room consistently full of all sorts of toys.

The boys all married and now had their own children.

Resulting in 9 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren.

Reg was the root of the family - the head of the house 

But by his side was his much beloved spouse.

Together they made a formidable team 

They really were living the dream. 

So with Reg’s passing came a cloud of darkness.

His missing presence bringing a feeling of starkness. 

Those who knew and loved him know how much he was adored. 

So when we look up and see that rainbow in the sky.

We will stop and remember all those days gone by. 

Rest in peace Reg - husband, father, brother, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather and friend to many. 

❤️❤️❤️

In memory of Reg ❤️

 How can you sum up a lifetime just using words?

The moment when a loved passes to the house of our Lord.

It seems like an almost impossible task.

When struck with bereavement we slip on a mask.

Reg was a man who led a long happy life.

Leaving behind Val, his wonderful wife.

It doesn’t stop there when somebody passes away

The heart wrenching pain felt many each day. 

Reginald met Valerie at a Corn Dolly Hop dance 

It was probably love at the very first glance.

The couple were married in the year 1961.

And a lifetime of making memories had truly begun.

They started their family - first a beautiful boy

Followed by another 3 boys, they were bursting with joy. 

The question arose whether to try for a girl? 

A bonny girl - she could be their final pearl.

Fears of a football team loomed in Val’s mind

Four healthy boys they decided was just fine! 

Reg worked with his brother and also his dad.

A bricklayer his trade when he was a young lad.

As time passed by he expanded his skills

Having 4 boys meant lots of big bills!

So he became a skilled tiler and really honed his craft 

His talents were endless even dabbling in woodcraft. 

The Hicks boys grew up in Kesteven Court, Carew 

And they were some of the time quite the riotous crew.

But Reg kept them in order - well as much as he could.

Generally though they were predominantly good.

An accomplished footballer and cricketer.

When on the field he was always a contributor.

His family grew and the boys all left home

All starting families of their own.

Reg and Val created a home full of love and joy.

Their front room consistently full of all sorts of toys.

The boys all married and now had their own children.

Resulting in 9 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren.

Reg was the root of the family - the head of the house 

But by his side was his much beloved spouse.

Together they made a formidable team 

They really were living the dream. 

So with Reg’s passing came a cloud of darkness.

His missing presence bringing a feeling of starkness. 

Those who knew and loved him know how much he was adored. 

The comfort for family is that he now walks with the Lord.

So we may look and see just one set of footprints in the sand 

As the Lord reaches out and wraps us up in his arms. 

Rest in peace Reg - husband, father, brother, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather and friend to many. 

❤️❤️❤️

The Rainbow Bridge 🌈 ❤️😢

The Rainbow Bridge 🌈 ❤️😢 

It’s only a dog you will hear people say

But they’ve not been there for every birthday.

They weren’t there when they fell knee deep in the mud.

Or when you ate all my plants as they were coming into bud.

They weren’t there when you ate the cheese you shouldn’t have.

Or all the times I had pleaded with you to just please behave.

When you bounded in the sea like you were some sort of mermaid.

You would jump over those waves - never really afraid.

They weren’t there when you lay down by my side.

When I felt really poorly and I couldn’t open my eyes.

They weren’t there for all of our thousands of walks.

When you’d roll in something that had been left by a fox. 🤢

They weren’t there when you would lie loyally at my feet.

Or when you escaped and I chased you down our street.

They weren’t there when I was feeling sad, lonely and forlorn.

And you sat and licked my tears from my hand where they’d fallen.

Then I start to notice that you’ve slowed down a bit.

Maybe now you are no longer quite as fit.

You still love your walks but we don’t go so far.

You seem to prefer longer rides out in the car.

Your coat not quite so shiny and your eyes not so bright.

I tell myself your endless unconditional love I will requite.

Then I wake up one morning and see you are gone.

Your life slipped away at the break of the dawn.

My heart floods with sadness and tears fill my eyes.

I fall down beside you and weep and just cry. 

The pain that I feel is unbearably hard.

And I know that my heart will be forever scarred.

So goodbye my loyal friend until we meet again.

And I hope over time I will feel a lot less pain. 

You were my best friend and I will miss you each day.

The doggy rainbow bridge is beckoning you to come and stay.

To all my doggy friends who know the pain of saying goodbye to your four legged friend when they make their final journey over the rainbow bridge. ❤️

Copyright © J C Hicks

15-1-22

 

The pigeon’s demise 😥

The pigeon’s demise 😥 

Well today saw the end of a beautiful relationship.

The end of what could have been a wonderful courtship. 

A glorious day, the sun shining bright 

Little did I know of the poor pigeon’s plight!

I stroll to the coffee shop with not a care in the world

And there on the pavement, my pigeon, wings furled. 

I say wings furled that’s strictly not right 

For I was met with an horrific sight!

My beautiful pigeon, who’d led me a merry dance

Well it looked like he hadn’t stood a chance. 

For there he lay and he was as flat as a pancake.

Probably diminished at the start of daybreak. 

He’d probably been sat minding his own business 

Maybe even looking forward to Christmas 🤷🏻‍♀️

But alas for it was just not meant to be.

No more pecking about under the church trees

Gone in a moment - a very sad passing 

Now there will be no more coffee shop trespassing. 

So rest in peace my poor feathered friend 

I only hope that it was quick at the end. 

😥

J C Hicks Copyright 7-11-21

Pesky pigeons playing games …….🤔

Pesky pigeons playing games …….🤔

A game of cat and mouse is in play

It’s been going on pretty much every day.

You see there is a very special customer at the coffee shop.

He doesn’t walk, he sort of waddles, well more like a hop.

He’s very brave, bold and brash

This customer doesn’t carry card or cash. 

But still every day he tries to get to the best table 

Sometimes he bring his wife, I’ve nicknamed her Mabel. 

His head jerking back and forth as he waddles through the door. 

As soon as he’s inside my feet don’t hit the floor. 

From counter to door in less than 30 seconds 

He’s through that door in less than a nanosecond. 

He doesn’t need a menu and he’s definitely barred 

Oh yes - Chicks has been promoted to pigeon guard! 

In he walks bold as brass expecting to be served 

Ha not today my friend for you’ve been observed! 

I’ve got my beady eyes on that bird 

But he really does not seem deterred!

In fact I really think he is mocking me 

One minute there’s one - next there’s three!

It’s like he’s gone off laughing and told all his mates 

Come to this coffee shop and watch Chicks stacking plates

Then when she is fully loaded we’ll just waddle in

Watch how she goes into a complete flat spin! 

Oh you pesky, puffed up pigeons you may well laugh…..

But it’s about time you started leaving tips for the staff! 

😂

J C Hicks Copyright 22-10-21

 

The Big Fat Seagull ….. king of Tenby

The Big Fat Seagull ….. king of Tenby  

There is a great big fat seagull who sits outside the coffee shop. 

He sits and waits for any meagre crumbs that you may drop.

He doesn’t walk, he doesn’t fly - he merely waddles and sometimes hops.

But don’t be fooled because he is as wily as a fox 🦊.

He sits upon the old church wall and watches people passing by. 

And when he spies those chips or pasties only then does he fly. 

From nowhere he appears and steals the unsuspecting victim’s food. 

He’s fast, he’s silent, he’s got perfect aim and is quite shrewd. 

You open your mouth to sample your wears, bringing your delight up to your lips

Then poof - like magic  - you suddenly have magic disappearing chips! 

He swoops down in silence and devours what he caught.

All at once you look at your hands and there’s nothing left of what you bought! 

The king of Tenby never has to swipe his card or use hard earned cash!

The greedy seagull perches somewhere stealing the lot in a flash! 

No time to chew, no posh table manners - down the hatch like a hole in one.

In less than thirty seconds this feathered fiend’s dirty deed is done. 

Once he’s finished his fly by buffet he returns to his spot upon the wall.

It is here that you will hear him screech, squawk and bawl.

Crowing to all his bird like pals - another Greggs pasty has met its downfall! 

J C Hicks Copyright 21-10-21

 

Reflections of you …..

Reflections of you ….. 

I’m staring deeply, intently into the water.

The water - dark with an unknown depth to it.

Yet it has a clean mirror like sheen. 

Still ……..but moving.

I can almost see myself looking back

A distorted vision of me.

Distorted by the ripples that gently move across it

It’s me but it’s not me.

Water reflecting back at me.

Is this how the world sees me?

Is this how I see myself?

Do any of us know the real person inside of us?

Or are we merely reflecting ourselves to the world.

Reflecting what we think we should.

Reflecting what “society” makes us feel we should.

Reflecting who we think we should be.

I smash my fist down into the icy cold water.

Droplets of water disperse the image.

I’m no longer there …..

I’m there ……but in pieces.

The ripples lessen and the water calms.

Once again I can see my reflection.

I sit and ponder ….

Who am I - why are we here - what does it all mean.

Despite the water moving, my reflection stays.

A changing image as the water flows onwards.

It seems to know it’s path, no faltering - just moving forward.

Yet we face so many paths, so many decisions.

Like the flowing water we move forwards,

But we look backwards.

Like the water smashing into rocks - we find another route when our options feel blocked. 

Ever questioning ourselves - always doubting our moves.

We need to be as certain as the water. 

We need to not look back.

Just move forward.

And remember……

That reflection is just one of our many layers.

It’s ok to have a face for the outside world. 

But always be happy in your heart and soul. 

Always be content with what you portray.

Be you.

That reflection is just one image of you.

Like that spontaneous photo - another image.

And like the reflection we are ever changing. 

Ever changing - with an unknown depth inside us.

Never doubt your abilities or worth.

We all have a purpose - like the water.

We are the lifeblood of society and our communities.

So just be you - be content - be kind - be inclusive 

But most of all  - believe in you. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

20-10-21

Autumn’s Leafy Gifts to Mother Nature 🍁🍂

Autumn’s Leafy Gifts to Mother Nature 🍁🍂 

The leaves are slowly changing

They’ve gone through their cycle of life

Once fresh, green and vibrant 

They are now crisp, shrivelled and dry.

The winds that they could once withstand 

Now dislodge them from their branch.

As Autumn moves in their life blood slips away.

More fragile day by day.

Until that wind, like breath on a cheek

Blows and they gently fall to the ground.

A zig zag route from top to bottom

Settling on the damp, wet ground beneath them.

Suddenly surrounding the strong trunk,

which once supported them.

The ground now a fabulous array of autumnal colours.

Reds, browns and oranges.

We dive through them, pushing them up with our feet.

A delightful crunching sound meets our ears.

We laugh as the leaves momentarily lift into the air

Before slowly settling on the ground again. 

Is this the end of their purpose?

No, not at all.

Those leaves may now lie dormant on the ground

But as they slowly shrivel away their work begins 

A new role - a new purpose.

To feed the ground beneath it.

For they are Autumn’s gift to Mother Nature.

A nutrient, a life blood - natures rich food. 

So after their green vibrant days 

they live on in another form. 

I’d like to think our lives are similar.

We may not always be green and vibrant 

But every day you touch somebody’s life 

Making memories, creating family traditions.

Sharing kindness, laughter, love and fun. 

Life is more than just the days we are “living”.

I think we all live on in some way…..

By the deeds we have done and the people’s lives we’ve touched.

Never think your life isn’t important- we all have something to give - no matter how small it may feel. 

The smallest gesture can be the biggest moment in someone else’s life.

Be the leaf that keeps on giving to your fellow trees! 

🍃 🍁 🍂 🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍃🍁🍂

J C Hicks copyright 13-10-21

Pink fluffy slippers - set free #puppylove

Pink fluffy slippers - set free #puppylove

 I had some new slippers, all fluffy and pink.

I walked in the bedroom and I felt my heart sink.

My beautiful slippers lay all tattered and torn.

My pink furry babies I stood there, my slippers to mourn.

I look all around me but you are nowhere to be found. 

Come on, where are you, you sweet pesky hound! 

I spent a small fortune on an array of dog toys.

Some even making that high pitched squeaking noise!

My poor beautiful slippers, worn only once.

I look down at this fluff fest, just wanting to wince. 

I know you are here, just hiding away.

I will come and find you, come what may. 

I gently call out your name  as I’ve a new game to play. 

I have lovely doggy treats and I’m giving them away! 

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Come on my fur baby - you can’t have gone far!

Then I look down and see it, your give away sign.

Under the bed, there’s a wagging tail and a small whine.  

Aha I have got you - you can’t get away!

I am your master - the one you obey! 

I call out your name, so sickly and sweet.

There is nowhere that you can beat a retreat. 

You crawl out on your belly and lift up your eyes.

You, you made sure my slippers met their demise! 

I look down at you, as you crawl out on your belly.

Your bottom jaw wobbling like a big bowl of jelly.

You lift up your paw and cock your head to the side.

This one simple action - I look deep into your eyes. 

Guess I don’t need my slippers - well,  not at this time

I mean chewing my slippers is hardly a war crime. 

I lay my hand on your head and you gaze up at me.

Ok boy, I guess you thought you just set my slippers free. 

J C Hicks copyright 31-7-2021

 

A force of nature 🌊🌕🌞🐋🦈🦭🐟🐳🦀🦞🐙

A force of nature 🌊🌕🌞🐋🦈🦭🐟🐳🦀🦞🐙 

The sea swirling, swishing, sloshing around and around.

The waves smashing onto rocks a somewhat soothing sound. 

The sea that provides such healing qualities,

A place of family fun and endless frivolities.

A place to sit in quiet contemplation 

Helps us sit and discover our core foundations.

A myriad of colours, rich green and deep blue 

That invites you to dip your toes into.

A force which changes the world around us,

Environmental changes which we should discuss.  

Waves crashing down upon the shore, 

Giving up its secrets and so much more.

Shells, stone and sea glass scattered upon the shoreline

Collected by children, laughing, in the summer sunshine. 

A landscape which changes hour by hour,

We sit in awe and wonder at it’s super power.

A force that brings pleasure but also such pain,

As those who lost their lives struggled in vain.

A force to be treated with so much respect.

A force being disrupted by the greenhouse effect. 

We still have so much to learn and we all have so much to do.

Seas suffocated and polluted by plastic shouldn’t remain a subject taboo.

A vast array of creatures and plants live in these seas,

We stand and observe them as we feel that cool sea breeze.

This mighty expanse pulled by the gravitation of the moon

Influencing tides - two forces of nature in perfect attune.

So just take a moment and stop, sit and listen,

As the sun dances on the water and everything glistens.

So take a moment to say a prayer for those lost in the oceans 

Spend a moment with nature and connect deeply with your emotions. 

J C Hicks Copyright 29-7-21

Wrinkly, crinkly skin …..🤷🏻‍♀️

Wrinkly, crinkly skin …..🤷🏻‍♀️ 

Oh nana why is your skin all wrinkly and thin?

Ah, I say, it’s because my body is well lived in.

Well I don’t want to have skin that’s all wrinkly 

Like a chip that’s not smooth but actually all crinkly!

Did you sit out in the rain for too long?

Or was it because your skin isn’t strong?

I don’t understand how my skin is smooth 

Come on nana I want to hear the truth!

Well child what you must remember

Is that each of these lines represents a memory.

I’ve lived a good long life you see,

I hope you live as long as me!

Oh but nana you are mega old and been around for ever 

That’s why you are so wise and clever.

But why couldn’t you stop your skin from shrinking?

You maybe got it wet too much - that’s what I’m thinking.

 

No child that’s not the reason for the folds and creases

You see over time our body generally gets weaker.

These deep seated lines are like my battle scars,

If you like it’s a visual reminder of all my memoirs.

It’s an honour to sport such lines as these.

But nana you’ve even got them on your knees! 

Remember it’s not the body that makes a person 

A lesson that you must never stop learning.

Yes my skin is no longer soft and smooth 

But listen carefully while I tell you the truth.

Your body gets slower and yes your skin may shrink! 

I hate to tell you that it may not even stay rosy and pink.

But think of your body like your home

Look after as through life you roam.

But you will learn one day that YOU are your heart and soul.

Your heart, mind and soul are what you can truly control.

Stay true to you and always be grateful and kind,

You don’t want to reach the end without any lines!

So nana, lines are like medals like you win in races 

Except these appear on our arms, legs and faces. 

We should be proud that our skin is creased

It’s not that we should have kept it well greased! 

Yes like your beautiful home you must look after it well 

But your soul is inside like that pearl in the oyster shell.

So live, love and laugh and reach for the stars,

Spread kindness and joy and you will go far! 

Taken from my book - Eloquent (on Amazon) 

Find me on Facebook - Pembrokeshire Poet

 J C Hicks Copyright 27-7-21

A snapshot in time….. 🎬🎞🎥

 

A snapshot in time….. 🎬🎞🎥

Click, click, click - life captured in a moment

Instant videoing that just keeps on rolling.

Media available at the tip of your finger

Creating memories that will forever linger.

What would we recall without these aide memoirs,

Would memories just fall into our minds reservoirs?

Photos capture a moment - a second in time 

Autumn, Winter, Summer and Springtime

All seasons, all times - even our emotions 

Stories told but where words are unspoken. 

A picture that can depict happy family moments 

But what if a beautiful life should be sadly stolen.

These photos stir up a range of different emotions

As humans, grief leaves us in pain and broken.

Photos suddenly take on a whole different value 

Precious moments which stand static in time.

That moment we captured may have felt almost meaningless

But years down the road we view them with fondness.

That view that you love or achieving your goals

Reliving the good times is good for your souls! 

So keep snapping memories and store them away 

For that simple photograph may be priceless one day.

A document of a life that shaped who you became.

Capturing the pleasure, happiness, laughter and pain. 

So keep snapping away wherever you go

For one day that photo may be all you can view.

J C Hicks 26/7/2021 Copyright

Spring has sprung …..

Spring has sprung …..

Chitter chatter oh what a clatter, rising up from the bustling hedgerows.

It is the sound of the springtime natter, as lots of birds have made their new homes.

Homes created to welcome new life, life in a world with so much uncertainty.

Life that is balanced on the edge of a knife,  life that will mean we will have birds for an eternity.

Just stop for a moment and let it all soak in, those beautiful noises as they sing out their song.

Some sound so delicate and others make a din, they will call out their birdsong all day long.

Each song is different and has its own beauty, sounds blending naturally in to the background.

Each bird is busily carrying out their duty, days spent between the nest, sky and ground.

Searching out food to feed to their chicks, protecting their nests from all sorts of dangers.

They find safety in bushes, trees, shoes even bricks! Hiding away from all sorts of strangers.

Behind every bush there is a story to tell, a poor little creature trying to perpetuate life.

Sometimes their song is a warning bell, looking out for each other to help avoid strife. 

So just take that moment to stop, look and listen, you will find that’s there’s birdsong nearly everywhere. 

Think of those birds living daily with frisson, but most of all let’s appreciate that spring is in the air. 

J C Hicks 27/05/2021 Copyright

Happy 80th Mum!

 Mum

It only seems like yesterday when we were all still living with you at home

John playing in the garden and Sara listening to Rush - just wanting to be alone!

Max running riot all over the estate 

Always learning how to jump the garden gate!

Such happy memories of our wonderful childhood in St Davids Road

Like the year we were snowed in and it was really flipping cold!

We strapped Max up to our little sledge 

Off to Pembroke to buy a big bag of coal.

But on the way back home at the top of that hill - Max spied a cat

Off he shot, coal sliding behind - anyone in the way would be laid out flat.

It felt like we lived at the beach in those long, lazy, hazy summer days

We'd pack a picnic, our dingy as well - arguing - well of course - always!

We'd stagger down to Broad Haven beach and set up camp in a far flung spot

And we will never forget when poor Souki became the one that we forgot!

We'd spent a lovely day on the beach - all packed up to head for home

Someone not too far from you decided to have a little roam

Straight in the rock pool that little person fell and got soaking wet

So you scooped me up, wrapped me in a towel just as the sun set.

And so it was we all scurried off the beach,  leaving behind our beautiful pooch

Nobody noticed Souki was missing until someone wanted a doggy smooch.

Dad rushed straight back to search the enormous beach but poor Souki could not be found

Undeterred Dad went back at first light and she was there but then gave him the run around.

Souki was not the only lucky one to survive because when John was born Sara was jealous.

Or perhaps what we should really say is that her show of love was slightly over zealous!

When he was a baby, lying in his pram, she popped a boiled sweet in his mouth to suck

You heard this strange noise coming from his pram and when you looked were horror struck!

Sara decided to powder baby “just like mum” but she put some salt and pepper in his eyes

All this love and attention and the poor boy was still only pint size!

Then one day we three were in the garage playing with the oars 

It wasn’t long before there was war

But upon whose head was that dinghy oar smashed over 

Yup poor old John, with a gash in his head our game was over 

We all used to argue like cat and dog and us girls did gang up on the only boy

We'd fight over toys, the TV and washing up - but our home was usually full of joy.

Dad would be there cracking jokes and you'd be creating wonderful bakes

Cinnamon swirls, Chelsea buns alongside a load of glorious cakes.

If Dad wasn't playing his clarinet 

there were other sounds he would emit!

Like the time in France whilst touring the vineyards and in the cellar a bum burp dropped 

Our lovely French guide stopped, turned and said "ah listen the cork it does "pop""

We were all mortified and dying to laugh and Dad just nodded and said "ah oui" 

We all had to just carry on, try not to laugh, for there was nowhere to flee!

We all went to Kismet with Babs and Brian and Dad let one slip in this tiny space

The smell slowly crept across the shop - it was a case of get out quick or cover your face.

We had so many laughs along the way and life always seemed so carefree

And despite the odd argument here and there most of the times we all agreed

 On our holidays in Saundersfoot with the Bowmans we always had the best times

We were definitely thick as thieves and like partners in crime!

You and Aunty Jean always staying so calm, feeding the 5000 was what you did best!

To have these amazing memories makes us all feel truly blessed.

And so we come to 2020 and a big birthday in lockdown which makes us sad

Covid-19 has won the day but we will celebrate and for life we will be glad.

We may be few in numbers - just us three

 but we shall all come together electronically

So lets open the fizz and celebrate your life - we won't let this virus get in our way

80 years young and lots to be thankful for so we will make this a very special day!

 

Touch it - feel it - no live it

Touch it - feel it - no live it 

How do we measure success...........

Can we touch it
Can we feel it
Can we count it

Are we born with it
Are we taught it
Are we oblivious to it

Do we need it
Do we want it
Do we have to have it

Should we aspire to it
Should we achieve it
Should we be grateful for it

Could we fake it
Could we lose it
Could we live without it

Who decides what it is
Who judges if you’ve achieved it
Who cares

There is only one thing you need to know

It’s YOUR success
YOUR measure
YOUR goals
YOUR ambitions
Only YOU can judge YOUR success

What is a major achievement for one could be an insignificant moment in another person’s life. What may seem trivial to you may be a huge milestone for someone else.

So let’s not judge each other - let’s just be kind - let’s just be compassionate- let’s just be nice - let’s celebrate the small things - let’s not put others down - success is personal - it can be public - it can be private - you may feel like it’s never going to happen - but it already has because you are here reading this and alive - just living is the greatest gift we can have ❤️

3-10-2020 

J C Hicks copyright

80 years young Mr Hicks

2nd October is a really big day
We are going to party come what may!
The rain may be falling with grey skies above
So we will dig out our scarves and even our gloves.
We have a big birthday to mark you see
But sadly no party will there be.

Reg Hicks has turned 80 just a spring chicken
With no party looming the Hicks’ were stricken
This blessed virus has put paid to that
However we can still don our party hats!
So we will somehow gather together - apart
Socially distanced this breaks our hearts!

But this day must be marked the best we can
Reg is the head of the Hicks clan.
He married young Valerie many moons ago
Together they’ve watched their 4 boys grow
Lots of grandchildren keeping them young
So many happy birthdays have been sung.

So a big fat happy birthday to you Dad
The fact we cannot all be together makes us so sad.
But we will raise a glass and wish you well
80 years needs celebrating because it’s just swell.
So we will party in the garden come rain or shine
Until the day when you can be wined and dined!

Happy birthday Reg! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Summer vibes - coz there’s no Christmas tribes!

Summer vibes - coz there’s no Christmas tribes! 

I’m thinking of having an alternative Christmas
Creating a beach scene - cocktails not biscuits
Now hear me out for you must think me mad
Not to go festive, surely that can only be bad?

The tree will be up and the lights gently flickering.🎄
The house full of treats and the garden is glimmering.
A fully lit 6 foot Santa stands in pride of place 🎅🏻
Stockings hanging up in the candlelit fireplace.

It sounds quite idyllic - it truly does
Because Christmas always brings an amazing buzz.
But what about parties and pre-Christmas drinkies
No shaking of hands not even our pinkies! 🙈

Surrounded by things that just scream out family
No drunken renditions of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody!🎤
No parties or swift after work gin and tonics🍸
Moaning that your spending has been really chronic.

So if I sit in some sand with a pina colada 🍹
Maybe even pretend I’m in the Costa Brava🏖
Then I may find no socialising a less bitter pill to swallow 🙁
Either way I promise I won’t sit and wallow! 🥳

J C Hicks Copyright 15-9-2020

Behind the mask 😷

Behind the mask 😷

What lies behind that mask you wear
Feelings, emotions you now cannot share.
Take a moment and just think it through
Half your face covered it can be misconstrued.

When you’re screaming inside and full despair
Maybe feeling like nobody really cares.
All that is seen is your pool like eyes not that beautiful smile
We can’t read the signs that you are feeling quite hostile.

Those eyes that we see like the sea of humanity
A variety of masks displaying our vanity.
Our beautiful smiles smothered and covered
Our true emotions lying deep and undiscovered.

The eyes are the windows to the soul
Or this is what we have been told.
Can your eyes truly display your happiness and joy
Full communication potentially may now be destroyed.

That lady who sits alone on the bus with feelings of sadness
And she has no-one to talk to and no-one to trust.
The couple who cannot quite believe all the madness.
The person who simply is just full of badness.

The old man whose heart simply hurts with such pain.
The joy for the girl whose been sipping champagne.
All to be read through those “windows” from now
We need to look deeper to see what’s not clear.

For behind that mask lies a world we cannot see
A society which no longer feels open and free.
Consider these facts when you slide on that mask
But don’t ever think it’s a disagreeable task.

I know it can feel like the mask sucks away all fresh air
But we must protect one another and our wonderful healthcare.
If you think it’s bad to cover your face for a moment here and there
Think of those workers who don it daily, like those giving care.

A new phase of fighting this terrible virus
Fears and emotions feeling quite heightened.
More beautiful lives potentially at risk
Covid19’s movements once again feeling brisk.

So look after each other and ask how are you?
And listen to what the other construes
For you can’t see their face that shows so many signs
And remember to make sure your eyes truly shine!

#Covid19 #FaceCoverings #StaySafe #Face #Hands #Space

J C Hicks Copyright 12-9-2020

My sexy beau ......😍

My sexy beau ......😍

Oh hello you devil - it’s lovely to see you
If you hadn’t arrived I’d have felt a bit blue!
You snuck up behind me all of a sudden
Don’t spoil it now by making me go running.

You are quite possibly my most favourite thing.
Although I know it’s just a brief fling.
We will sing, we will dance and maybe drink wine
You know when you are here it’s always divine.

You have two sides and I really quite like it
The first half is my favourite I have to admit.
It’s all about wine and no need to diet
Then you slow down and become a bit quiet.

As time moves on you look so serene
A gentler pace but you do mean we clean.
There’s no escape from that duster and mop
And George is around and he’s playing bad cop!

So if you ask me my favourite - which half I prefer?
Why I’d have to pick Saturday’s although it’s sometime a blur!
I do love the Sunday’s all lazy and slow.......
My best friend the weekend - you darn sexy beau ❤️😜

#Chill #Relax #Unwind #Rest #Love #Laugh #Live

Happy weekend folks 😘

J C Hicks Copyright 11-9-2020

Hands face space ....

Hands  face space ....

2020 the year of new sayings and ways
Every day waiting to hear a new phrase.
Stay at home and stay safe was the one that we heard first.
When we used to think bubbles were just things that could burst.

Along came that thing we all love to say
It’s the new normal - we hear it repeated every day.
I don’t want the new normal I’m screaming inside
I just want the old ways - before thousands had died.

Next they decided we must stay alert.
Great another new buzz word for Boris to blurt.
I’m alert all the time, we’ve been living in fear.
In case someone with the virus is standing near!

Wear a mask - wash your hands - Stay 2 metres apart.
We’ve heard most of these things right from the start.
So many renditions of happy birthday have been sung.
Ironically singing is banned and mustn’t trip off our tongues!

Go out - but stay in - don’t mix in large crowds.
But going to the pub is definitely allowed.
Just socially distance and all will be well
But you turn, speak and the droplets just fell......

Droplets - tiny droplets that just become airborne
Slowly and quietly invading our lungs.
Stay alert - stay apart - is that one metre or two?
All the countries having such varying rules.

Hands -face - space is the new one today.
Boris has spoken so we must all obey.
But we don’t need these tag lines to know what to do
We just need common sense to protect me and you!

So remember the rules - if you know what they are
All in all it’s probably best not to travel to far.
Just remember to keep your hands clean and stand far apart
After all we don’t want to appear on a government bar chart!

J C Hicks Copyright 9-9-2020

Words

Words 

Words, words, words tumbling out of our mouths
Free, freely, for we have freedom of speech.
Some meaningful, others meaningless.
They roll out of our mouths floating across the air
Listened to, heard, misheard, reacted to.

Words, words, words used too much - used too little
Hatred, love, despair and grief
Emotive, emotional, insincere, heartfelt.
They connect us - are an expression of us.
They separate us and cause great divides.

Words, words, words they shape our lives
Hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, a lifetime.
Forgotten, forgettable, memorable, never forgotten.
They create moments, shape events, change events
We are what comes out of our mouths,
whether it’s spoken, written, signed, expressed.

Words, words, words they can map out our futures
Intimate, enemies, families, strangers, political, global.
Loud, soft, harsh, tender, sung, sobbed.
An outlet of how we feel, what we believe
A map, a guide to a greater understanding of you, me, everyone

Use them wisely
Use them kindly
Use them often
Use them carefully
Use them from your heart

Your words can shape other peoples lives.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

J C Hicks Copyright 5-9-2020

Sands of Time

Sands of Time 

Your hand in mine
The sands of time
Are slowly slipping away
Please don’t go - stay

Your body lying there
Your eyes just stare
Stare up at that bleak ceiling
I don’t know what you are feeling

Your motionless body barely breathing
My warm hand you are squeezing
A gentle squeeze
I try to put you at ease

You are not with us
And now you make no fuss
You almost look at peace
Knowing that your life will cease

Time, it doesn’t stand still
Now delivering a bitter pill
We cannot stop it
Not even just a tiny bit

It’s not really you in that bed
So much left unsaid
Your final hours in this world
Your fingers around mine - curled

I think of the good time’s we had
Memories swirling; good, funny and sad
Taken away by this vile virus
Now it is death you desirous

Too young to be taken
I’m willing you to awaken
I feel your grip slowly loosen
Slipping away like a setting sun

Your hand in mine
Losing against the sands of time
I will sit with you my friend
Stay close with you to the end


I cannot imagine what it must be like for those who have lost loved ones to COVID-19 - denied the chance of holding a loved ones hand - it’s still out there albeit subsided but definitely not gone.

In memory of all those who have been cruelly ripped away from loved ones, family, friends, colleagues ❤️. Also to anyone whose has experienced losing a loved one and that horrible feeling of not wanting them to go. 💞

J C Hicks Copyright 27-6-2020
Pembrokeshire Poet (Facebook) 

Covid-19 silver lining .......

Covid-19 silver lining .......

Your normal daily life spews out CO2
Will this lockdown change your environmental view?
We are seeing that our planet is very slowly healing
Surely the idea of cleaner air is appealing?
I know that when this is over we will all revert to type
Maybe I’m being harsh, applying wild stereotypes.
Our planet, wildlife & nature slowly being choked
We created mass industries which produce a mass of smoke.
Our discarded waste and plastic killing ocean life
Surely we should expect better for God’s wildlife.
Our fast, material lives are killing these lush lands
I hang my head in shame and hold it in my hands.
A disposable society the western world created
The consequences of our actions being unappreciated.
This terrible virus seeping across the world
It’s devastating effects slowly being unfurled.
But the silver lining of this time is the opportunity to heal
This time has shown what matters and what we really feel.
So let’s sit and ponder life as it was once and what could be
And dream of swimming in a clear and waste free sea.

#Covid-19 #TimeToHeal #SimplerThings #Wildlife #Environment

J C Hicks Copyright 19-5-2020

Drive by diet.........

Is it just me that sits in my car and thinks, I can change the world!
Sat behind that steering wheel I see all my goals and problem slowly unfurl.
I’m sat tootling along and begin to think about all I think I’m failing at
I can’t stop eating for a start, so I’m gathering a bit of fat!

But before I’ve barely gone a mile down the road, I’ve convinced myself I can diet 🤷🏻‍♀️.
I run through my new eating regime and decide it will be best if I do it on the quiet. 🤫
Yes I will eat fruit for breakfast and a fresh crisp salad for my lunch
If I’m feeling peckish I will have a pot of raw carrots I can munch. 🥕

Drive by diet.........

By the time I’ve covered 10 miles I feel I’ve already lost a stone
I mean I’m mentally convinced I am already just skin and bones,
I breathe in deep to suck everything in - yes I definitely think I’m thinner
I start to think that maybe I will just have a small pudding after my dinner 🤔.

Then it’s that moment as you drive along and pass those runners in a throng
Oh yes you will definitely take up running again, I’m sure they’d  let me tag along?
So by the time you’ve gone another mile,  you are now running marathons
Mentally you are hanging up more running medals - gold, silver and bronze.

So by the time you pull up at your destination you’ve slimmed and toned your tired body
In your mind you’ve changed your life - your body no longer worn and shoddy!
You leap out of your car with a determined stride and skip in through the front door
You flop on to the sofa, your mind already straying - not so sure now about your food war!

Slowly your mind is saying, you could just start tomorrow - I mean this day is almost done 🤷🏻‍♀️
Besides you’ve got that chocolate bar half eaten and salad - well you’ve none!
Yes we will start again tomorrow, I will get myself organised it’s going to be a breeze
Well you do first need to polish off the crisps, biscuits, cakes and cheese ......

#Diets #NeverEasy #DriveByGoals 😂 #Changes. #CarJourneyDreams

J C Hicks Copyright 19-5-2020

Happy 80th birthday Valerie!

There is a woman you all know - Valerie is her name
She is a lady who is from the Carew hall of fame.
Many of you know her and stop and have a chat
But whatever you do don’t get her started about cats!

She married a young Reginald many moons ago
In fact it’s been nearly 60 years, I will have you know.
It wasn’t very long before the sound of tiny feet arrived
There wasn’t much money but no love was Mark deprived.

Next along came Steven George another bonny boy
Their house was full of love and a front room full of toys.
Two was not enough for this super loved up couple
So Robert was conceived and he caused a lot of trouble

Well Bryan was the fourth and he should been a girl
But Reg and Val delighted with their fourth and final pearl.
The house was never quiet and those boys were never still
No wonder Reg made sure that Val went on the pill!

The boys were always out and playing down the mill
Sometimes there were even visits from the old Bill 👮‍♀️ 🤫.
They would often go off crabbing, line and bait in hand
But they never ever intended staying on dry land. 🙈

They’d go diving in that mill pond as often as they could
Always promising their mother they’d be oh so oh so good.
They’d make go carts out of rubbish and flew right down the Court
Going so very much faster than they knew they really ought.

Poor Val was greying quickly as each day passed on by
You’d often see her despair and through her arms up to the sky.
Four unruly wild boys but she took them all in hand
If they over stepped the mark - going out would be banned!

The four boys kept Reg and Val fit and they’re home was always full
Val loved to knit them scarves and jumpers but kept running out of wool.
The boys were always tidy and known around the place
Sometimes Val wished she just had a bit more space!

The boys took up lots of different hobbies - football, cricket, cars
They even loved to cycle Mark sitting Bryan on the handle bars.
The boys discovered drinking and then the fun and games began
George peed in the wardrobe, when Val found out - he ran!

George wasn’t done for that donkey was in his sights
The stuffed donkey which had sat so safely many nights
But George had one too many and was sick upon his head
Thank goodness the donkey wasn’t propped in Bryan’s bed!

The boys soon grew up, they’d survived their childhood days
And they knew they couldn’t stay watching Bullseye all their days.
So one by one they married and soon Val was a granny
Time to dig those toys out from every nook and cranny.

So many years have past by - some happy and some sad
You get to be a very strong woman bringing up four lads!
So it is that Val turns 80 during this very strange time
We can’t all get together and toast her with some wine.

An isolation birthday - it isn’t what we wanted
And initially it left us all feeling quite daunted
But we put together messages of hope, love and cheer
Champagne on ice until we can once again stand near.

So have a lovely birthday you fabulous crazy lady
But don’t be doing anything that looks a little shady.
I’m sure you will have a fabulous day and our gift is rather swanky
We thought that after 50 years you may like a new donkey!

Lockdown Loneliness

Lockdown Loneliness 

Loneliness - a silent killer that creeps from nowhere
Suffocates your heart and mind
Left feeling that life is no longer kind
All that you are left with is just you and your prayers.

Loneliness - where did you crawl from in all your glory
Ripping the soul from my beautiful life
I once was somebody’s wonderful wife
Memories swimming all around now feeling like a story

Loneliness - nobody knows how quietness is not want you want to hear
Surrounded by silence - no escape
Your only view a Constable landscape
Remember when your house was full of loved ones who you held so dear

Loneliness - your fingers creeping slowly up my neck to stifle the air I breathe
Sat remembering happier days gone by
A houseful of people and full of joy
My house once my castle has become my prison and that just makes me seethe.

Loneliness - how can you come in and make my once full life feel so empty
I’ve photos around me of days gone by
My family now gone but there’s been no goodbyes
Living their lives to the fullest they can, leaving the nest in their early twenties.

Loneliness - something I never dreamt would slide into my beautiful home
Every day the same - sat all alone
My precious family are all fully grown
My job done as my loved ones spread their wings and are starting to roam.

Loneliness - I won’t let you consume my every waking hour and suck out all my hope
I’ve lived a full life and I’m thankful for that
It’s nobody’s fault my home is becoming my trap
So I will take the mantle and strive to bring joy and help any others trying to cope.

J C Hicks Copyright 16-5-2020

Distant memories ..........

Distant memories ..........

It seems a distant memory when we could walk freely down the street
A very distant memory when we could stop, shake hands and speak.
I can’t remember what it feels like to receive a warm embrace
To stand and hug a loved one and put my hands upon their face.

I feel this pain inside my chest when I think of all we are missing
Like a squeeze of the hand, a long slow hug or even simple kissing.
My chest is filled with pain and hurt when I see no end sight
I’m praying that the scientists can help us out of this plight.

I can’t believe how much we took simple things in life for granted
Going to watch the rugby with all those loyal fans who chanted
A simple walk around a supermarket,  idling the time away
Stopping for a chat to whoever we may meet along the way.

Long walks on the beach, listening to the waves crash upon the shore
And now we find we can hardly stray very far from our own front door.
A stroll through the woods when the bluebells are in full bloom
Stopping, looking, listening and admiring a beautiful bird’s plume.

It breaks my heart to not see my friends and sit and share some wine
It’s feels an eternity since we all sat and laughed or went out to dine.
I’d love to go to a gig and just dance like no-one is watching
My poor long suffering friends hide in shame as my dancing is so shocking!

It feels an eternity since I sat inside a theatre engrossed in a show
And now our poor theatres are struggling - will they survive - who knows?
Robbed of all our freedom our lives have been stripped bare
We are mere mortal humans with an inner need to share.

It fills me with great sadness that I cannot see my family
Months of separation sadly now a very real reality.
Those special times together are precious memories
I sit and ponder better times, a wonderful reverie.

I sit and contemplate what on earth will be our new normal
With masks, gloves and social distancing it may feel quite formal.
I yearn for our past freedoms and all we used to share
But for now we will just carry on - alert and aware.

#Covid-19 #ScienceIsKey #Simpliertimes

J C Hicks copyright 14-5-2020

Lunch anyone ......?

Lunch anyone ......?

Well here we are, day 53 of lockdown and it’s that time of day again
What would you like for lunch I yell and the answers still the same.
Oh I don’t mind anything - whatever - what have you got?
I reply with what I know will be a pointless list.

You see my husband is a fussy old sod who claims he’s really not
But when it comes to lunchtime he always ask - what you got?
So here we go I think, the same charade we repeat it daily
I will now list everything and this is what he will say

No I don’t like soup, you know I don’t, unless you have some Oxtail
Did I have Oxtail yesterday - no I didn’t - I smile but then exhale.
How about cheese on toast all bubbling, golden and hot
I’ll even treat you by putting a bit of tomato on the top.

No I had that earlier in the week I don’t fancy it today
I sigh and can't help but think he’s playing food fore play!
How about some beans on toast they never fail to please
I see his nose start to turn up and I know he’s playing lunch tease.

Right ok, it’s fine I say, still smiling through my gritted teeth
Honestly my face says I love you dearly but I’m seething underneath
A nice poached egg on crisp white toast - hah that will hit the mark
Oh god he’s going to reject it and that was my trump card.

How about a nice ham sandwich with all the salad trimmings
I’ve gone off ham to be honest - by now I’m considering slimming 🙈.
My final offer to him - a sumptuous toastie - hot and tasty
There is a glimmer of hope, he’s rubbing his chin - mmm maybe.

Yes we are in - this is progress,  an opening has appeared
Now I need to seal the deal before this option disappears.
A toasted sandwich with ham and cheese does that sound ok?
Mmmmm yes ok that sounds alright - oh good of you to say 😕.

Isn’t that like cheese on toast but just the other way round
And I’m sure not two minutes earlier you said I don't like ham.
But I’m won’t raise these points as I finally have his choice
He’s finally made his mind up - hallelujah let’s rejoice!

I’ve wasted half my lunch break leant against the door
Losing my grip on patience - eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
Maybe I should issue menu cards at the start of each day
Then we wouldn’t be in this loop that each day we replay!

So lunch is sorted once again and I breathe a sigh of relief
Maybe in future I could consider sipping an aperitif 🤔.
He could study food choices for as long as he desired
While I just stand there sipping booze and slowly getting wired!

J C Hicks copyright 12-5-2020

VE Day 2020 - 75 Years on ......

VE Day 2020 - 75 Years on ......

We gathered together as neighbours and friends
To celebrate 75 years since the war came to an end.
Seventy five years - not many survivors are left
So many families were left sad and bereft.

We cannot really know the suffering they saw
At their bravery and resilience we look on in awe
Brave men and women who defended our land
Brave men and women following their commands.

We cannot imagine how hard it must have been
Leaving their loved ones, babies born but not seen.
They gave their lives so we could enjoy freedom
Giving us all our very own garden of Eden.

Some left when they were not yet grown men.
Not knowing when they’d see their mothers again.
Fear swelling in their bellies but pride in their hearts
None of them knowing how long they’d be apart.

Some left their homes with a final goodbye
Went down the street,  arms waving up high
People all cheering and wishing them good luck
Secretly hoping their loved ones wouldn’t be struck.

Women and girls were called to work on the land
Keeping food aplenty for families left behind
The ladies produced weapons and ammunition
Knowing this was key to Great Britain’s mission.

Sweethearts, wives and children - families torn apart
The pain of separation cutting deep into their heart.
Hugging their loved ones before they set off to war
Sadly some never came back through their front door.

1939 saw masses set off to defend our great country
Many thinking this battle would end most abruptly
But it raged on into 1945 - so many years - so many lives
Families bereaved losing sons, daughters, fathers and wives.

So 75 years on and we all gather to remember
Think of the loss of every family member.
But who knew we would be fighting again
But this time the enemy we fight is not men.

Our celebrations today marred by an invisible threat
This year that we are in - we won’t ever forget.
As we sit and see pain, heartbreak and death
So many loved ones drawing their last breath.

The heroes of this war are our doctors and nurses
Fighting Covid-19 - one of mans greatest curses.
So today seems more poignant than ever before
For once again it’s our freedom we must fight for.

#WeWillRememberThem #VEDay #75Years

J C Hicks Copyright 7-5-2020

Who is your shepherd?

Who is your shepherd? 

I wonder if we are all sheep just ambling along.
I wonder if we would follow any happy throng.
I wonder,  if we are the sheep - then who the shepherd is.
I wonder if we’d all listen to all that shepherd says.

If you could follow anyone then who would you then chose?
If you could follow anyone would you pick who wore the nicest clothes?
If you could follow anyone would it be the one who spoke the loudest?
If you could follow anyone would you go where judgement seemed less clouded?

If you became the shepherd what message would you deliver?
If you became the shepherd would that just make you a giver?
If you became a shepherd would you make sure you included all the herd?
If you became a shepherd would you listen to all views no matter how absurd?

If you could pick your shepherd who would it be?
If you could pick your shepherd would it be for an eternity?
If you could pick your shepherd would you follow them devotedly?
If you could pick your shepherd would it be without negativity?

Whoever your shepherd may be then I hope they bring you a source of comfort.
Whoever your shepherd may be then I hope they were with you when you suffered.
Whoever your shepherd is then I hope you never feel lonely.
Whoever your shepherd is then I hope they are the one and only.

J C Hicks copyright 3-5-2020

A faceless future .......? 😷

A faceless future .......? 😷

We can none of us can know what lies ahead for us
Once the pandemic of 2020 finally settles in the dust.
There will have been great hardship and sadness all around
Tears flowing so freely but the sadness can’t de drowned.

Our once hectic lives suddenly changed so much
No longer can we shake hands, fearful of that touch.
We can’t enjoy a warm embrace and a hug to say hello
A close and precious gesture that we have to forego.

But I wonder what the future holds once this comes to pass
We are hoping that our children can just return to their school class.
I’m fearful for what our new strange world may look like
We will step out of the door hoping the virus doesn’t strike.

But what sight will greet us as we venture through our doors
Not a sight of beaming faces as we tentatively explore.
A sea of faceless people as we all hide behind our mask
And as the sun beats upon us we cannot stop and bask.

A mask that keeps us safe but strips our emotional signs away
Covering how you’re feeling, no matter what you say.
Shielding our beautiful faces, their radiance’s confined
That simple piece of material supposed to give us piece of mind.

I cannot bear the thought of seeing streets of faceless people
The face that tells us how you feel, happy, sad or gleeful.
Imagine not seeing a simple wholesome smile
I do not want to see this new sort of lifestyle.

Our faces give so much to others, especially those we meet
A simple gesture of a smile as one another we do greet.
The thought of hiding our best asset underneath a mask
Covering hands and mouths becoming part of our daily tasks.

So I wonder what life will look like twelve months on from now
What rules will be in place so normal life can be allowed.
A period of separation seems a price we have to pay
But I hope I can still see your beautiful faces come what may.

J C Hicks Copyright 2-5-2020

A glass of wine is just fine! 🍷

A glass of wine is just fine! 🍷 

I’d rather like my life to be like a glass of red wine
Rich, dark and full and enjoyed over a long time.
Full of lots of varieties and maybe even spice
The ability to transport me to a wondrous paradise
Yes I’d rather like my life to be like a glass of wine!

J C Hicks copyright 1-5-2020