S.S. David's Blog, page 19

Love Needn’t be…

 Love needn’t be difficult or complex

Like these two lovebirds

Who enjoy each other’s company.

Love needn’t be pretentious or a burden.

Love needn’t be about wealth and class.

Love should be based on true feelings,

Borne out of a pure heart

Not on lust.

Do you notice the dirt in the picture? To me, it implies imperfection, loving someone doesn’t mean they are perfect, neither are you! But we should love them anyway!!

We live in a very complex world, someone once told me he doesn’t believe in love, and I failed to convince him otherwise. Recently I read a newspaper article where the author claimed that a high percentage of people in London, live alone, loveless. It’s a modern malaise and its frighteningly apocalyptic in nature. As naïve as I may sound, I still believe in love!

Have a fantastic weekend friends and live well, and… erm… love well!

Much love, always!

Filed under: Life, Musings, Poetic Thoughts Tagged: Arts, Literature, Lovebird, Online Writing, Poetry, Relationship, Romance, Romantic

Stranded At Santum Close (2)

 Hamburg, Germany

The lone figure toddled along the street; the warm night air was like poison to his troubled soul. He dragged his left leg along and grunted with each painful step. His hunched shoulders were home to a coat, which hung on his gaunt frame like shredded shrouds. His small, beady eyes were still sharp and bright. He moved slowly but surely towards St Michael’s Church. When he neared the church, he glanced wearily at the bronze figure of Archangel Michael, which stood at the portal of the church conquering the devil but the image merely intensified his uneasiness.

He stiffened at the horrible thought that crossed his mind, ‘is any of the Leonhards still alive? If so, my soul be damned.’ At the ripe old age of 81, Bernstein Joel Bonnke believed his bones would not rest in his grave until he has seen an end to the last descendant of the cancer of Germany. His shaky head glared at the picture in his right hand, it was the picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman,  her features were lovely, but as far as he was concerned, she carried in her genes, an evil so potent, it must not be allowed to sprout. Bernstein gritted his teeth in quiet anticipation, if things worked according to plan, then his meeting at Santum Close would be successful.

 

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Gordon’s car glided smoothly into the driveway, he killed the engine and opened the door of his Aston Martin. He closed it loudly for emphasis and muttered under his breath,

‘I’m still angry!’

He strode towards the door and stopped short, a creepy feeling slowly made its way down his spine. A worried frown crossed his taut face. He couldn’t place it but suddenly, he wanted to hold Linda in his arms, his earlier anger evaporated instantly.

He opened the front door and met a full house.

His mother and sons sat with glum faces while three police officers stood sentry close to the kitchen, whispering to themselves. Gordon’s heart sank; he knew something bad must have happened to Linda.

‘Hey mom,’ he croaked out, there was a stubborn lump on his throat.

His mother, Bertie stood up. She was a plain Jane, round, matronly but with the sweetest smile ever. She sauntered to where her son stood sheepishly, looking like a cat caught stealing a neighbour’s milk and held him close.

‘Linda didn’t make it to the office.’ Bertie whispered sadly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Gordon moved away from his mother’s embrace and faced his sons, they didn’t utter a word, but their accusing eyes spoke volume.

The police officers approached cautiously, their faces, deadpan and serious.

Eliza stood up and went to his room; Gordon stared at his retreating back and knew he has lost his son. He watched the police officers as they approached him and the knot in his stomach tightened as they inched closer.

They told him the news he had dreaded since stepping into the house.

 

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One thing I’ve realised about relationships is this, we tend to jump to conclusions quickly. Suspicion and mistrust kills love faster than unfaithfulness and you know what I’m going to say next – Live well and love well.

The next part of this story would be next Wednesday, I appreciate your comments!

I write like Jeffrey Archer, I don’t plan my stories, I just write as the pen leads! I love you guys, and do enjoy the rest of this great week.

NP: There’s one thing though – I’m having problems commenting on all the blogs I visited yesterday, it’s like been banned from speaking to your friends!   I do hope WordPress would fix this!!

Much love, always!

 

 

Filed under: Blogging, Books, Fiction, Life, Marriage And Family Life., Short Story Tagged: Aston Martin, Eliza, Germany, Hamburg, Jeffrey Archer, Linda, Love, Marriage, Mystery, Police officer, Suspence, Thriller

Stranded At Santum Close

Linda moved away from husband, tears in her eyes. She hated his anger and bickering, it was like a stab wound to her delicate heart.

‘Answer me!’ Gordon screamed spurning her around, she slipped and landed on the floor, grimacing in pain. But Gordon was past caring, he bent over her, his dark hair dishevelled. His six-foot frame shaking with uncontrollable rage. There was a deranged glint in his eyes.

‘Who the hell is big Joe? I sure don’t know him among your cousins,’ he snarled and raised his massive hands as if to strike her, she averted his gaze and hid her face under the crop of her arms. Gordon continued his tirade of abuse nonetheless,

‘You have his number on your phone, you have him on LinkedIn, Facebook and Twitter and yet, I don’t know him, answer me!’

Then he bent down and carried her effortlessly from the marble floor of their five bedroom end of terrace property and threw her on the bed. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew their sons must have heard the noise.

‘Keep your voice down,’ she begged but he continued, ignoring her pleading.

‘You are now a celebrity eh? Having men eat from your palms but listen to me and listen good,’ he narrowed his eyes to drive his points home, ‘you ARE still my wife, and must tell me everything!’

And with that, he stomped out of the room, almost colliding with Eliza, their eldest son. She heard him taking the car keys from the fire-place, moments later, the sound of raving engines soon became a distant echo.

Eliza lingered at the doorway, his face puffed up from sleep. He stared at his mom and the sadness in his eyes wrenched her heart out. Without a single word, he closed the door and walked away.

Linda decided not to cry, her tears would achieve nothing, the only thing that could ease her pain was work. She leapt up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom. As she scrubbed her body, she wondered why Gordon, her husband did not trust her anymore.

They’ve been married for twenty-five years, they met at college and have been together ever since. Linda’s faithfulness to her husband and kids has never been in doubt, until now. Gordon was the only one who doubted her – all her friends and extended family knew she would lick the ground he walked on and she knew he loved her too, but why the sudden mistrust and jealousy?

Linda shook her head in confusion and finished bathing. She left the bathroom and sauntered to the room. Within minutes, she finished dressing and was ready to go. She lingered briefly at the full length mirror in the bedroom. She was forty-five years old but looked thirty. Her luscious dark hair flowed easily to her back, her full painted lips parted in an empty smile and her eyes looked sad.

Linda was aware of her extraordinary beauty but it didn’t get to her. Her well proportioned body seemed to have fared well regardless of the four children which came out of her.

She rubbed her slim manicured hands on her face and sighed.

‘I love you Gordon.’ she said aloud but her feeling of sadness persisted.

She left the room and saw Eliza and his brothers outside the door.

‘Mom, dad is getting worse,’ Eliza said in a matter of fact tone, he looked worried.

‘It’s just a phase,’ Linda replied in an unconvincing tone, ‘it would pass.’

She hugged her sons and slowly made her way down the stairs.

‘What about the family picnic? Today is bank holiday mom, I don’t want you to go to work.’ said Luke, her last son.

‘I have to,’ she said, ruffling his blonde hair, his pale skin grew paler at her touch.  When she got to the living room, she took the second car keys but on second thoughts, left it on the centre table.

‘I won’t be long, just a few files to work on and I’ll be home in time for lunch.’

Eliza nodded absent-mindedly.

Unbeknown to him, that would be the last time he would set his eyes on his mother.

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I’ve not written short stories in a while, I wrote this weeks ago and just stumbled on it while I was musing about some real life events. Through out this month, I’ll write this story, it’s loosely based around true events that I’d seen happened to some very close friends. But I’m going to fabricate some facts as well. I’ll post this story once a week and when it’s done, provided I get great response from you my friends, I’ll think of what to do with it.

The next instalment would be Wednesday, but I’ll still be posting ‘breaking news’ (life experiences) as they come.

A word of advise, live well – there are no perfect relationships but you can be the best, wherever you find yourself!

Have a wonderful week!

Much love, always.

Filed under: Blogging, Books, Fiction, Life, Marriage And Family Life., Short Story Tagged: Arts, Eliza, Facebook, Family, Fear, Home, Linda, LinkedIn, Love, Marriage, Relationships, Short story, Stress, Suspicion, Twitter

A Place Of Rest…

A place of rest is a place of freedom

Where you eat with contentment.

Where peace flowed unhindered

And shames are banished away.

A place of rest is where hope is found

Skipping with the legs of a deer

On the clear lake of renewal.

Where darkness flee with fear and

Love plays in the open.

A place of rest is when mankind stop

the madness of war.

When babes and toddlers juggle with delight in the sun…

When the smile of old men mingle with the chuckle of the maidens.

A place of rest is when harvest is not hampered

by the roars of the terrible.

And where men love truly and women’s breast flow with the milk of kindness.

Freedom does not only give rest… It also gives peace.

But remember, freedom and independence means just one thing,

Responsibility!

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To all my American friends and others around the world, have a nice 4th of July and happy independence day! I firmly believe that finding rest lay solely with us – it might seem preposterous but guys, it’s true. Only you, can put your mind at rest. Looking around you, might expose what is not working, but do remember that we live in an imperfect word!

NP: Arrow Gate publishing just released a press release about my novel, ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ Please click on this link http://uk.prweb.com/releases/thefeetofdarkness/arrowgatepublishing/prweb10879291.htm , share and do like Arrow Gate on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Arrow-Gate-Publishing-Ltd/439011756170290 and follow on twitter, https://twitter.com/arrowgatebooks

Thanks for that friends!

Much Love, always! Don’t forget – live well.

Filed under: Earth, Friends, Life, Motivation, Musings, Poems, Poetic Thoughts, Publishers Tagged: Arrow Gate Publishing, Facebook, Freedom, Hope, Independence, Men, PR Web UK, Press release, Renewal, REST, Twitter, United States, Women

A New Life

(Photo credit: Arifhasan)

I watched in awe as splendour drips from your throne.

I asked you this questions,

How do you heal broken bones?

How do heal crushed spirits?

How do you heal broken homes?

How do you save man from himself?

How do you save the depressed?

The hungry?

The weak?

And the forgotten?

And you answered me, your eyes filled with kindness,

‘I infuse life…

Look at my incredible creations,

the rolling hills, the birds, the flowers

my mountains in the clouds,

I give new life, even when the old wears away…’

Then I woke up.

This my poetic thought for this week, sometimes when we feel weak and tired of life, ( and it can happen to the most positive person on earth) just remember that you’re not alone. You’re not an accident in the equation of life, your life matters, you don’t have to believe in a God to know that life didn’t begin with ’the big bang theory’ there is a reason for YOU. Let that be at the back of your mind through out this month. This is the first day of a beautiful month, a month that I hope would be free from heart aches and troubles for mankind, life is incredibly short but it can also be awesome and beautiful. I wish you sound health, peace and love where ever you are in the world!

I have missed many posts, friends, do bear with me, I promise to read all your awesome posts as soon as I can. I wish you all a prosperous and peaceful month, above all, please… Live well…

Much love, always.

Filed under: Blogging, Friends, Life, Motivation, Musings, Poetic Thoughts Tagged: Beauty, Big Bang Theory, God, Hope, Life, New month, Peace, Philosophy, Relationships

Grandeur Of Illusions

No one is meant to live forever…

I call it the grandeur of illusion. When mere mortals believe they can physically cheat death. In another vein, we can live forever, (now I’m contradicting myself, aren’t I? Forgive me dear friends, I’m a writer) in the hearts and minds of people, by our words, influences, actions and deeds. We don’t live forever by what we accumulate or our great beauty - the aforementioned is the grandeur of illusion. Beauty fades, kingdoms fall but great stories last forever. Stories of valour, love, kindness and friendship.

I want to appreciate each one of you for praying for my sister SA, your love is not a grandeur of illusion but deeds of love. The operation was a huge success, surgeons were able to repair the damaged valves of her heart, the holes were closed up and her prognosis is good. She’s recovering well…

Yesterday was the longest day of my life, as I waited hours on end, and when she was wheeled out of the theatre with tubes all over her, eyes sealed shut, my heart almost burst out of my ribcage, the worst is over. Thanks so much guys for your love, I appreciate it! I am a grateful friend.

The week is almost over, I hope you’ll all enjoy the rest of this week in relative peace and safety!

Much love, Always!

Filed under: Friends, Life Tagged: Arts, Beauty, Friendship, God, Grandeur, Grateful heart, Illusion, Kindness, Love, Relationships, surgery

Life’s 3rd Edition…

 

(Photo credit: Fred Fokkelman)

 

Strange blog post you might say but how good would it be if one can have different editions of one’s life! As a writer, I can edit and re edit scenes, but that’s different about life! You can not rewind or re-edit things you don’t like. Most books have first, second and third editions. Life is not like that, we can’t have any editions, we’ve only got one shot! One edition…

Everyone who has been my friend on this blog knows I believe in God and the supernatural, I also believe in the good will and love of people and I really need a few prayers thrown my way today for a family friend (she’s more like my sister really) I’m going to call her SA.

SA is going to have open heart operation (she’s got holes in her heart) this Wednesday at one of the best heart hospitals in the world, St Bartholomew hospital in London and I must confess that sometimes I’m scared, sometimes I have faith and sometimes I wonder what the future hold for my dear SA. But I believe in the prayers and love of people. I would be there, holding her hand as she’s wheeled into the theatre and I’m sure things would work out fine.

Please pray for my sister SA, she needs it. It’s a massive, life changing operation…

I wish you love and peace wherever you are in the world. Live well dear friends.

Much love, always.

 

Filed under: Friends, Life Tagged: Cardiovascular Disorders, Christianity, Conditions and Diseases, Friendship, Health, Heart Disease, Religion and Spirituality

The Plagiarism Curse!

Just imagine this scenario…

You’ve worked your brains off, burnt the midnight oil, toiled endlessly to bring out your dream book. Then just imagine your horror, when you see your book ( yes the same one but with some changes here and there) on Amazon and maybe by a mainstream publisher! You can imagine your horror and dismay.

It’s akin to someone violating you, taking away what belongs to you. I have read at least two posts on the subject and I just want to add my bit to it.

If you are a self published author or traditionally published or whatever, just ensure that you get a copy right for your works. It’s so important, it’s SO vital. Don’t make the mistake of thinking, ’yeah, my work is out, nobody can plagiarise or steal it!’ But people do STEAL novels, works of art etc.

As much as I love people and all that, I’m not a novice… There are BAD people out there, worse than the devil (if you believe he exist!) So a word is enough for the wise.

If you want to register your work in the UK, go to the this link, I registered mine there. http://www.copyrightservice.co.uk/  If you live in other parts of the world,  I believe you can still register your works with them. But you can still do a bit of research, Google it, find out from other sources and try to REGISTER your work now! It’s just a few pounds or dollars as the case may be.

And this is a disclaimer; I’m not being paid by anyone to do this but I believe I owe it as a duty to my fellow authors, we need to stick together against rogues and thieves!

The plagiarism curse will not happen to us, and if you’re not a writer but need patent for your business, please, don’t delay! Register your work to save you heartaches in the future!!

Now enough of my moaning, how are you guys doing today? I hope you’re all good wherever you are. Enjoy the rest of your day and live well.

Much love, always!  :) 

Filed under: Arts And Paintings, Blogging, Books, Fiction, Friends, Life Tagged: Academic Dishonesty, Arts, Author, Copyright, Education, Educators, Google, Plagiarism, Rogues

And They Were Men!

(Glenda Otero)

Rippling muscles, maybe none!

Great smiles, baritones voices;

They searched for food, they found a home,

 They looked for success, they found contentment,

Great men don’t have to be in your screens,

Great men were not born

They were made.

Not all are fathers…

Not all fathers are great…

Some, were just men.

One great man said,

”No other success in life – not being President, wealthy, or going to college, or writing a book, or anything else – comes up to the success of the MAN ( or woman) who can feel that they have done their duty and their children and grandchildren rise up and call them blessed!”

                                                                                                                                                                         ”President Theodore Roosevelt”

I think President Roosevelt was right. Nowadays, we  have so many absentee fathers but I’m not going to dwell on that today! I just want to praise great men, like my dad, my husband, Alastair Forbes, Freddie, Roderick Craig Low… just a few among the throng of really great men. Happy father’s day to you guys, we (your daughters, wives, partners, friends,) appreciate you.

I hope you are enjoying your day and I hope you’ll have a fantastic week as well.

Much love, always!

Filed under: Life, Marriage And Family Life., Poetic Thoughts Tagged: Family, Father, Fathers Day, Home, Men, Parenting, People

A Close Shave…

( Photo credit: Ludeza)

I woke up today with a languid feeling and a nasty headache.

Naturally, I should have called in sick at the office but I had deadlines to meet, meetings to attend and one million things that needed my attention. When it was two on the dot, I left the office, dashed to the grocery store to pick a few things, and made my way to my children’s school.

I had a few things on both hands and was angry with myself, I shouldn’t have bought so much stuff when I didn’t take the car. I looked straight ahead and saw cars slowing to a crawl. I walked briskly to the toucan crossing and wobbled along…

Shortly before I got to the other side of the toucan crossing, everything seemed to slow to a stop. I heard a whooshing sound and wondered briefly why that was, cars were still at a standstill on both sides of the crossing, but something was not right. I hesitated briefly and thank God did.

If I had hurried past the crossing, I would have had a nasty collision with a daredevil driver, who slipped past the other cars who were waiting at the crossing. The green light for the pedestrian was still on, so naturally, I had the right of way.  Suddenly, a ’Smart‘ car appeared from nowhere and zoomed past me…

It was a close shave and a terrifying experience!

Well, I am glad to be home and not on a hospital bed. I would still be able to admire the dawning of a new day, to appreciate life and nature. To all my friends, please keep safe. God be with you all.

Much love, always. 

Filed under: Books, Life Tagged: Accident, Fear, Grateful heart, Grocery store, Life, Shopping, Toucan crossing