Away….but now back


For those who noticed *ahem not me* I hear you mutter, I have been away for a few days.

I took time away from technology mostly my phone which I switched off for 5 days.

It’s been a refreshing experience and one I will do again no doubt.

During my time away I am humbled to have reached 100 followers. A MAHOOOOSIVE thank you to all of you and special thanks to the ones who actually read my random crap 😉

Before going on my phone sabbatical, I was nominated for a couple of awards *I know I can’t believe it too! I bet they don’t read my stuff either 😊*

I will soon recognise these awards and hollow in self glory very soon.

I now have to catch up with what you all have been up to in blogland, I bet it is amazing.


The feisty lady



The king, he ruled, with an iron fist,

nothing got past him, there was not one thing  that he missed.


A law was passed that all the women in the land were his,

created for his pleasure, they must remain unblemished.


But one feisty young lady, with a mind that was all her own,

challenged this law and the king she wished to disown.


Undeterred she took up a sword and headed for the palace,

intent on causing the king misery and much malice.


Happiness could be seen in her smile as she swung the sword at the king,

off came his head, much joy to her it did bring.


The king was dead and so the law was abolished,

a perfect day for the feisty heroine for what she had accomplished.

© C Webber 2017




Butter legs?


Stricken with a curse, her legs were made of butter,
given by a witch doctor, by george he was a nutter.

This one beautiful young gal, she was a damsel in distress,
she tried to cover her embarrassing butter legs, with a long flowing flowery dress.

But one hot summer day, some melted butter caused her to shudder,
her legs were gone, a puddle on the floor, could her life be more cruder?

Along came a dairy expert and made her melted legs a new,
now the damsel able to walk, and wasn’t feeling so down and blue.

So she marched on forward with a shout of defiance and the smell of victory in the air,
her legs made of butter by the witch doctor nutter, but now she really did not care.

 © C Webber 2017

Morning Elixir


Misty mornings, cloud up my opening part,
I need a caffeine filled beverage to give my heart a jump start.

So I flick on the kettle whilst rubbing my eyes,
get out a mug, a spoon, ready to baptise.

A spoon full of elixir enters my cup,
2 sweet sugars and milk to enhance, boiling water fill it up.

Give it a stir, as my senses do too,
this smell from heaven, is this what the gods do?

So I sip up my drink and awaken my soul,
a coffee before anything, my life giving goal.

© C Webber 2017

Pickle Juice


Pickle juice, go on take a sip,
Put a drop right there on your lip.

I just want to see your screwed up face,
Pickle juice, such a sour taste.

Your eyes start to water and mouth starts to wet,
Can I offer you a pint of pickle juice yet?

Hand slaps the table because you can’t withstand,
The pickle juice might, like illegal contraband.

Finally you give up the fight with the sour bitter drink,
Not a great tasting tipple, don’t you think.

© C Webber 2017

Dandelion wishes….


Fresh air cleanse my soul,
Fill my intoxicated lungs a new.

Close my eyes with past aromas,
Smile adorns, oh fresh air.

Bring me back to life,
A sniff of me, once, still remains?

Take me away,
Journey me to  the corners of the earth.

Oh fresh air,
So much worth.

Fields of dandelion wishes,
Waves of meadows, elixir arise.

Darkness scented,
Late love recalled.

Take me back fresh air,
Take me back.

© C Webber 2017



Gathering his thoughts he stood on the sea wall gazing into the ocean.

The same time every year, this is where he came. 

This ocean into which he gazed was such a powerful force, depths so deep, a mystery in part.

This ocean was what seperated him from his one and only daughter.

Not to a different land but it was this ocean that took her life.

Swallowed into the depths never to be found. 

A tear ran the length of his face, he loved her with all of his broken heart.

But one comfort he took, was whispering in the wind, he could hear her voice….she spoke….

“I love you Daddy” x
© C Webber 2017