Sailing.

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Was having a funny moment earlier this evening, and this is the end result.  I should be focusing on one of my University essays, but I can’t focus.

Mon Capitaine, Mon Capitaine,
Only days ago I paced these decks
Knowing that you’d be docking
To See you again
Has sent me into a spin
Now I can’t focus
Only now I’m pacing these decks again
Knowing Mon Capitaine is due to sail

 

 

 

Master and Commander

It’s been one of those weekends.  Broke out this weekend and went for a drive, ended up in Newcastle eating soggy chips and drinking wine on the front, with company of course.   Now company has disappeared and one of my friends decided to post some slashy bits from Master and Commander and a Youtube video of Russell Crowe, that’s now send me spiralling into a quagmire of emotions.  So whilst watching the video clip, I wrote the following little ditty, please do have a laugh.

Oh what have I missed tonight?

Sat upon the rigging,

watching the sun go down,

gazing down upon my  Zeus,

basking in his charisma,

his affliction under my skin,

with storms raging in my veins,

now Mon Capitaine seizes upon my heart and sailed away,

only to be found anchored of the Galapagos Islands.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5pnr53S_qc&list=RDu92RtTIErzQ

 

Finding humour in the most unusual places.

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Humour is such a powerful thing, people either can’t cope with it, or use it as a way to deal with everyday life.  Today, at university we were having one of those strange conversation. Well, some people might think it was strange, but we were talking about death.   Despite it being sad and depressing, we all tend to laugh at some peoples misfortunes and that’s what reminded me of a poem written a few years ago but one of my brother in laws.

My late husband had just passed away from cancer, a brain tumour.  Now my brother in law being creative wrote this poem and I remember hearing him reading it at the funeral.  That was one of the vague memories of that strange day I can still recall, but that day is a story in it’s self.  I might tell it one day.

But, when he read that poem, my emotions didn’t know what to do, if to laugh or cry.  Humour has always been something that us Hibberd’s have used in our daily lives, so that’s nothing new there.

Well, its taken me awhile to even get to grips reading it today, even any aspect relating to cancer today still gets the water works flowing despite nearly being and five years, but even so it’s still raw today.

But I thought that it’s time to repost that little poem, so enjoy.

TUMOUR

How can I find humour in a tumour,
What mirth when the girth of the growth kills his brain,
Drives me insane, his and my pain,
My sense of impotence
As I watch my brother dying,
My mother crying,
My father lying to himself that all is well, when that malignant swell in his head
Means Bill will soon be dead?

There is no humour in a tumour,
Nothing light, nothing right
As I see my brother fight the cancer
That defeats him, beats him over the simplest task,
The smallest ask
Like drinking, eating, speaking, thinking,
His once great mind now hard to find,
And for me depression,
As in expression his careful choice
Of words fade on his voice
And his thoughts come to nought.

There is no humour in a tumour,
Just reaction to inaction,
Frustration, a sense of castration
At being unable to offer assistance
To strengthen Bill’s resistance,
Only to hold his hand and pray
As the tumour steals his life away.
And then it ends.
Though expected, the tears in my eyes paralyse
As part of me dies, too.

There is no humour in a tumour.

http://hobohack.blogspot.co.uk/2009/12/incredible-day.html

 

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Port v University

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On a cold misty foggy morning,

Here I stand

Upon a railway platform,

Wishing I was port bound,

Into your waiting arms.

Instead heading for University,

Trying to focus,

Instead I’m thinking of you,

Wondering what’s your doing?

About to endure a boring lecture,

An engineer’s report be more stimulating,

Imagination wanders

Lecturer be blue eyed with lilting brogue,

maybe the hour will pass sooner.

Unknown

In a heap

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Just a big jumble

Totally unable to focus

harder not to crumble

Everytime mischief is see in those eyes

Just about to tumble

Emotions rippling

In your arms I stumble

knowing that’s trouble

In your arms I crumble

Passions burning

Fire out of control

As lips meet

Head’s in a whirlpool

Held by a handful of hair

Locked in a passionate embrace

Time flies

Now nothing but miles

Missing those blue eyes

The Irish lilting brogue

Your soft and tender touch

Counting down the hours

Till I hear from you

Missing you

but

I must be patient

Spring

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It’s the 6th March and spring is just around the corner or is it?  I will and do keep arguing with the weatherman every year.  Every first of March they say it’s the first day of spring, so what happened to the Spring equinox, 21st March.  Don’t they teach them anything in school these days? Oh dear, I’m sounding like my old dad now!  Well, that’s what I was taught at school, many moons ago.

For the last few mornings I’ve stepped out of the house and all I hear is birds singing away to their hearts content.  My grass is growing, the frogs will be appearing soon in the pond and covering it with spawn.

One thing I love about spring, apart from the fact that the dark days have gone and the nights are getting lighter, is seeing those Apple blossom trees in bloom giving way to my all time favourite is the Cherry blossom.  The tree smells and looks wonderful.

So where has winter gone?

Okay, we’ve had the wind and rain and the odd harsh night of frost, but where is the SNOW?

Snow, yes, I’ve not seen a flake of snow.

I suppose it could come at the end of this month, then again I’ve heard tales of snow in June, yes June.  Not just a sprinkle, but blizzards and drifts.  Now that would be fun!

In that case, I better consider stocking the freeze up and the tins.  But if we have blizzards the power just might go off.   Up here out in the outback I’ve got a tank full of LPG gas, it’s just the electric so a BBQ would be great fun then!

But the question is, “Who is going to dig a tunnel to enjoy the BBQ?” I suppose the birds, the frogs and myself would be very good company!

Anyway, fingers crossed that we don’t see any snow, but I think that the country has seen enough of bad weather for a while, so hopefully the sun will appear and dry the land out and turns out to be a good summer.

In the meantime enjoy spring.

The RNLI Skin Initiation

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Having been quiet on the blogging front, I thought it was about time to resolve it.  So I thought I’d tell you about something that I did too help relieve the stress away from the University papers.

Having been a volunteer for so many years and having a thing for water.  Having become known as the “Skins Lady”.  What on earth am I talking about, I hear you ask?  In other words, I’d been nominated to wear the oil skins on collection days inland! Yes, the RNLI does have a fleet of inshore lifeboats.

So off I was sent, down to Nautical College for training.

Having arrived there, I had this mental image running though my mind, of the opening scene from “An Officer and A Gentleman” I will let your imagination sort that one out.

Instead of expecting to do 100 press ups, I was asked what experience did I have of the sea and that I would be tested to my limits.  That was an understatement if I ever heard one.

Over the weekend my poor body was subjected to all weather lifeboat experiences, even those that included the practice of a full capsize using bespoke training boards, in complete darkness.  All simulated to very real effect, ranging from choppy conditions, thunder, lightning and helicopter recovery.  Along with bridge simulator search and rescue operations and life raft experience.

And for those whiz kid experts there was the survival centre that housed live engineering work shops complete with life size lifeboat engines which could be dismantled and rebuilt.

If the above wasn’t enough there was development of critical mission teamwork skills, maintenance and benefits of life jackets and PPE.  Being able to plot your way out of difficulty, and the best bit, pyrotechnics involving the use of flares and fire extinguishers.

It was a rather hectic schedule but thankfully I can say, thank goodness I was an observer.  At least I got to work on some of my roping skills.

So, if you find yourself in a city or town and there is someone collecting for the Royal National Lifeboat Institutions, please don’t say, “Oh, we are inland, we don’t have any need for a lifeboat”.  You’d be amazed how many times that phrase had been said.  But think of all those people who have need rescuing away from the coast.  Who has been there to help when other services haven’t been able to respond.

So if you’re an ex-mariner and fancy a new leash of life, but this time at the helm of a lifeboat, or even someone that has never experienced the power of the seas, if your interested in becoming a volunteer then please take a look at the RNLI webpage.

Click on the link http://rnli.org/Pages/default.aspx

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Just a little something for Valentine’s Day

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Love the way you hold me,

With my head on your chest

Listening to your heart beat

Love the way our fingers entangled

As you held my hand

Love the way you kissed me

Soft deep and sensuous

Love the way you touch me

Now I’m crazy for your touch again.

 

 

 

Another Valentine’s Day Poem

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When I first spoke to you,

I was frightened to meet you.

When I first met you,

I was frightened to kiss you.

When I first kissed you,

I was frightened that I might care.

Now I care about you,

I’m frightened that I might fall for you.

Now I’ve fallen for you,

I might give you my heart.

 Now I’ve given my heart,

I might learn to love you,

I love you

My Valentine Day’s Poem

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Every time I hear your name,

Brings a smile to my face,

Even puts the stars to shame.

Miracles do still happened,

I thought I had found one,

When I met you.

You gave me hope and inspiration,

Do you know how beautiful you are?

Do you know you’re my knight in shining armour?

I love you more that you know,

You hold my heart in your hands,

I love you.

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