Glad to be of help. R Jr. I know how it feels to be bereft of inspiration.
Brilliant stuff on here thank- you I am humbled at your talent
Puddle Duck - WOW.
Tezza thank-you and lovely to see you post here.
Young Robert I hope to hear from you - Youn know I am a big fan.
I watched a farmer one summers day
Out in the sunshine making hay
Which prompted me to write this rhyme
Of sayings passing down through time
Things like call a spade a spade
Is one for sure thatâs often made
Or putting the cart before the horse
Which does seem rather odd, of course
Thereâs always back to the drawing board
A quote that many will applaud
And then thereâs one that goes, Iâm sorry
It just fell off the back of a lorry
Famous last words and paint the town red
Iâm sure are a pair that will enter your head
And it makes me smile to hear the quote
Some things are as queer as a nine bob note
Donât call us we will call you
Could leave a person feeling blue
But then pride comes before a fall
Though this does not apply to all
They say that taking a hair of the dog
Will maybe help to clear the fog
Of the midnight candle that slowly burns
While you celebrate many happy returns
One that is true, though a little hard hearted
Is a fool and his money are easily parted
I think I will stop now before you get bored
But remember the pen is mightier than the sword
Just one final word from this silly old bloke
That he who laughs last has only just got the joke.
Following on from Deylonâs question elsewhere:-
WORDS
Some say that sharp words never hurt you -
but they can, they will, and they do -
especially when they are spoken
by someone you thought that you knew.
Perhaps they were spoken in anger,
or perhaps they were spoken in pain,
for what ever reason - they were spoken
and cannot now be reclaimed.
However unintentional their harshness
the fact remains that they hurt,
these riddles and veiled innuendoes -
they can be unbelievably curt.
They also cast doubts and raise questions -
from where came the words that were said ?
and - were they so unintentional
or were they subconsciously lead ?
Only the person who spoke them
can stem this questioning tide,
but the speaker is closing the doors
and leaving the listener outside !
© March 2018
Excellent poem Tabby.
Here is one I wrote when I was still working in care.
Duty of Care
Dark nights are upon us
Yes, Winterâs on itâs way
Our fires will burn brightly
To keep the cold at bay
But what about the old folks
Who canât afford the bills
Theyâll shiver in their homes
Hypothermia sometimes kills
Some may be so lonely
As no one ever calls
They just sit in their rooms
Looking only at four walls
Lets think about our old folk
That may be feeling sad
A little call upon them
Then they may not feel so bad
As fellow human beings
We have a duty of care
To make our old peoples day
A little easier to bear
A small amount of our time
Could bring a smile upon their face
Making them feel happy
Restoring faith in the human race
©
Hope I havenât already posted this one!! I forget stuff, its me age thaâ nos
I really like that Lion Queen - and it is very true !
WOW!!!
I missed so much. This thread gets hidden.
Tezza brill thanks.
Lion Queen and Tabby thank-you, You two are a good match.
I best subscribe to this or I will miss too much.
Thanks Sweetie !
CHRIST IS RISEN !
Christ is risen -
let bells be rung
and may all the
joyful hymns be sung.
Let all the world
join hands and pray
with thankful hearts
this Easter day -
for Christ is risen !
Christ is risen -
let our voices raise
all hearts and souls
to give him praise.
May the corners of the
earth learn from his pain.
May his resurrection bring
hope, may his truth remain -
for Christ is risen !
© 2018
How lovely Tabby
That has lifted my heart.
How perfect for today - Thank-you x
WOW! Awesome, Tabs! I am really impressed!
I was going to post âChrist our Lord is Risen Todayâ but Iâm on my phone. It is a very famous and traditional Easter hymn- really a devotional poem set to music, by the great Methodist hymnographer, Charles Wesley. I remember singing that with my dad every Easter in church when I was young. Nice memories⊠
Seeing Muddyâs thread reminded me of a poem I wrote.
Cross Bred
There is a dog breed called a Cockapoo,
And this I have to say to you,
Why do they have to breed
Cross pedigree dogs? Do they really need,
To mix them the way they do?
It seems so wrong to me,
With Labradoodle, no pedigree,
Yet these crosses, they cost a lot,
Why arenât people content with what theyâve got?
To find a dog, a cross bred, a mongrel
Iâd visit my local rescue kennel.
ANXIETY
What is this name less, faceless fear
That gnaws at me endlessly here
It fills my head with cares and woe
Where it comes from I donât know
Ah bliss its gone again leaving no reason
For tormenting me this long season.
It will come back to cause me pain
No question, it always comes back again.
My stomach knots my legs arms quiver
An icy dart and my back begins to shiver
Itâs useless to hide or try to run away
For it will wait to crush me another day.
Hark, it speaks and says itâs name
âMy name is Anxiety & have come to claim
All that I can gather of the human race
Render them useless in every place
While their minds are filled with me
They are blinded, and cannot see
There is an answer to this deadly game
But donât ask me to speak its name
While I exist with my brother Fear
The plans of men will disappear
I know your hearts, I know your plans
I wreck your days,
Why ? (because
I can."[CENTER][/CENTER]
(C) RJ
Love the poem Tiff.
Young Robert your poem has made me sad.
I hope you are OK my friend.
excellent description of the horrible demon Mr Anxiety.
Someone was talking of summer this morning and it got me to remember that i wrote a poem about Summer so here it is, I hope you enjoy my poem.
Thoughts of Summer
As I rise from my bed and open the blinds
I see sun shining through my window
Amazing how good the sun makes me feel
In Winter my mood is so low
I see people walking, barely clad
With laughter and smiles on their faces
Lots of children running around
As they visit adventurous places
Wonderful smells waft from our neighbours
As they light up the barbecue
Iced juice and waterâll be drank
Or perhaps even a stronger brew
Paddling pools come out once again
Kids screaming with glee and delight
Splashing about, having great fun
Some having a water fight
Hearing the bell of the ice cream van
Dads hand digs deep in his pocket
Can I have an ice cream Dad?
Then off they go like a rocket
Lawnmowers out, the smell of fresh grass
Hits upon our inviting noses
With watering cans and tools in hand
We take care of our blooming roses
These are a few thoughts of Summer times
That always will make me smile
Long live Summer and happy days
Hopefully itâll be here for a while!
©LQ
I am fine thanks. âanxietyâ is from my archive.
That is good Young Robert. I do worry about people, sorry.
Sad And Lonely - Poem by Taher Shemaly
As I started sipping
my daily lovely coffee
A race of memories just began in my mind
of old days, the hard and the easy
And looking at myself now with a tear in my eye
just to find myself sad and lonely
And as I walk down that antique street
where my old little house was meant to be
It feels hard to breathe just to know
that I am out of it now and maybe
maybe forever I would be like a rover
that tells stories of how sad I am and lonely
Those stairs I used to go up and down
everyday in fast rhythm used to be happy
In my room I used to stay most of the time
never thought that i would live in a tragedy
But words are not useful now
for sad I am and lonely
Though poverty was my company long ago
but riches couldnât bring back honey
The honey I saw in my sweet old days
Days of the poverty and agony
Believe me my friend riches wonât give you a thing
But to make you sad and lonely