hazel   11 #517 Posted January 9, 2012 Just reread this thread and really enjoyed it hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
mr_blue_owl   10 #518 Posted April 16, 2012 SCARLET POPPIES  I laboured on the farmer’s land I ploughed the furrows all day long The simple life was good enough The air was clean, my arms were strong  I’d walk along the winding path That took me thro’ the misty dell To where the scarlet poppies grew And there I’d meet my dear Michelle  I’d promise her undying love I’d softly stroke her pretty face A scarlet poppy I would pick For in my lover’s hair to place  One day I went to meet Michelle I told her I’d been called to fight A pointless war across the sea We cried and held each other tight ------- Crouched low inside a muddy trench The soil was damp with morning dew It smelled just like a place back home The field where scarlet poppies grew  Then we were told to charge the foe Much carnage wreaked that bloody day My comrade fell down to the ground As both his legs were blown away  I heard him crying out my name His eyes stared at the cold grey sky ‘My life is through, all hope is gone ‘Tis better now that I should die’  His tortured voice I could not bear ‘May God forgive me this’ I said I kissed his cheek, I shed a tear I fired the bullet in his head  As I approached a grassy ridge A gun appeared upon the crest I stared into the face of death I felt a pain deep in my chest  Now all my dying eyes can see Are scarlet poppies everywhere Like those that grow in English fields Those I placed in my true love’s hair Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
G12Ravda   10 #519 Posted June 24, 2012 Thank you for sharing my grief, I am hoping to be able to read it out at the service.  hazel  My heart goes out to you Hazel. I do hope you find the strength to read out those beautiful words. God bless you. I wrote something similar, for my dear mother but had to let the vicar read it out, as my grief was overwhelming. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
mr_blue_owl   10 #520 Posted June 24, 2012 I dreamed that I had seen the smile Which was always upon your face Then I recalled that you had gone To some better and pain free place The happy days seem long ago When we would talk and laugh for hours But we shall do so once again In a field of wild blue flowers Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
mr_blue_owl   10 #521 Posted June 24, 2012 WE KISSED THE RAIN  When we were young and love was new We’d run through fields of morning dew Our hearts were free, our hopes were high We reached the stars We touched the sky  We rode our luck through storms and gales We rode the waves neath billowed sails We shared the joy, we shared the pain We chased the wind We kissed the rain  You’ve been the one who calms my fears You’ve been the one who dries my tears You’ve learned the secrets of my soul You kept the faith You kept me whole  And though we may be growing old I still have your sweet hand to hold You've been a dear and perfect wife You're still my love You're still my life  When heaven's gates we both pass through We’ll run through fields of morning dew We’ll reach the stars and once again We’ll chase the wind We’ll kiss the rain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Owethemnowt   10 #522 Posted July 14, 2012 WE MESSED THE STAIN  When we were young and love was new We’d stained the bed sheets right on through To the mattress we'd let fly In energetic pumping And my mam would say more than 'Oh my!'  We rode each other through storms and gales We rode the bed neath billowed sails We shared the joy, we shared the pain We chased the dragon We missed the stain  You’ve been the one who shared my beers You’ve been the one who caught my leers You’ve learned the secrets of my soul You kept the money When on the dole  And though we may be growing pot I still do coke but not a lot You've been a druggie and a whore I'm the same old dealer and your own pimp You still come knockin on my front door   When hell's gates we both pass through We'll stain the deadsheets right through To the mattress we'll let fly In energetic pumping And Satan would say more 'Nice try.' Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
hazel   11 #523 Posted July 18, 2012 My heart goes out to you Hazel. I do hope you find the strength to read out those beautiful words. God bless you. I wrote something similar, for my dear mother but had to let the vicar read it out, as my grief was overwhelming.[/quote  Thank you for your reply,  It's quite a while now since she died but her memory is still bright in my mind I did read it out and realised, when I saw how many people were in the church and outside, what an impact she has made in her lifetime,  I still miss her  hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #524 Posted September 13, 2012 Summer  Summer is the stuff of dreams When adults sit at their desks, and children sit in school, they dream of summer. Summer is the time of infinite fun The day seems to last forever, and the fun never stops. It is a time of romance, excitement and an enhanced enjoyment of life. Somehow summer never seems to last long enough... It is always over before we get a chance to fully experience its power. This is true of all things wonderful. They always seem too short. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
hazel   11 #525 Posted September 18, 2012 Google  If you Google, Vera, Celia and me you will find the names of all three Our exploits are known Our outfits on loan because Vera can sew you see.  She’s now making bags for our shoes So while we are joining the queues No plastic for us We know what that does we’re green and we’ve nothing to lose.  Hooray the City Hall dances are back On Tuesday the 2nd to be exact We race to the door Soon we’ll be taking the floor I wonder how Fred will react  We now know which table to get And we’re as pushy as the people we met We are not as polite But try as we might Our manners are hard to forget.  Last of the summer wine is modelled on us We were the first but didn’t want the fuss Our adventures were noted But we thought and we voted So we all went home on the bus  hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Sir_Nigel   10 #526 Posted September 19, 2012 Fat Horse  I saw a fat horse in a field today and thought it was Odd in an abstracted way, reflecting that most of the horses I’ve seen were skinny old nags or noble and lean. This one was fat and voraciously grazing. An Unusual sight though, it’s true, not Amazing.  It was pregnant, you sigh, and probably due but a noteworthy prominence rules out this view. Or maybe some rare hardy Iron Age breed? But it looked like a fatty too fond of its feed.  Perhaps it’s not meant for the field or the track but to sit a fat lady upon its fat back who comes, when the mood takes, to this very spot and gleefully bounces around at a trot.  I don’t really know how it came to be so but a corpulent horse isn’t par for the course.  The reader may scoff at my limited knowledge but I never attended no fancy Horse College.    I’m alone and a little bit bored today I saw a fat horse. Just thought I’d say. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Downsunder   10 #527 Posted October 8, 2012 After seeing 20 young people baptised recently at a Jehovah's Witness convention.  Dear God look down on these little sheep With their sweaty palms and shuffling feet But heads erect and eyes so clear Smothering doubt, surpressing fear Knowing the Kingdom of God is near  When they are baptised in the Jordan today Insecurities all will be washed away And they will go forth with foreheads of iron (Moses leading the children of Zion) As the devil circles like a roaring lion.  Misunderstood and spurned by their peers The cry of scorn ringing in their ears "We turned our backs on wealth and fame Preaching instead to the spiritually lame And hated by all on account of your name  Where will we be five years from now Will our hand still be guiding the plough Will our eyes be set firm on the prize Or will we be tempted by satanic device And forfeit our place in paradise?"  Little children come to me again and again And I will make you fishers of men The last will be first and you will be free The deaf will hear and the blind will see And your peace just like a river will be. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Sir_Nigel   10 #528 Posted October 10, 2012 Seaside   A day at the seaside? – how nice that would be Ice cream and sunshine and toes in the sea  A prospect of fun and nostalgic reflection and childhood holidays recalled with affection  to see continuity in time-honoured places and landmarks as welcome as old friend’s faces.  But little remained of the those old fashioned ways with innocence notably absent these days.  Instead there were empty-eyed, pot-bellied squirts who’d decided they weren’t gonna bother with shirts, swaggering blearily out on a crawl or sprawled, lagered up, on the promenade wall. Born to a culture where they can do jack, take all the benefits and put nothing back. Their limited income had bought them tattoos with plenty left over for holiday booze.  Their female equivalents strolling beneath were often surprisingly missing odd teeth and, spouting profanities, passed on their way with dubious attributes out on display, their undersized clothing could barely contain the acres of flesh they were meant to restrain. And one seemed quite eager to flaunt for a bit the cool Chinese dragon tattooed on one tit.  Their poor little kiddies were dragging behind and few of ‘em looked the adorable kind, troublesome offspring with trailer trash names placated with junk food and internet games, a bit of a drag on the afternoon boozing they echoed the language their mothers were using, carelessly, callously laying foundations for future behaviour and low expectations.  But still, on the bright side, we didn’t despair The cliffs and the beach and the sea were still there,  the glories of nature a joy to behold, the simple delights of the day trips of old.  A shame you can only enjoy the occasion by subtracting the populace from the equation. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...