It’s good to read your poetic words again Robert, I’ve certainly missed them 
Now this one has a ring of permanence about it.
Sitting alone 'cos the wife’s gone out
just finished the last bottle of stout
into the fridge and eaten some food
I now feel in a poetic mood
so this is my verse like it or not
It’s not very long so you wont get a brain clot.
“O’r the rocky mountain road
leapt a merry drunken toad
landing badly he banjaxed his head
now the poor bugger is confined to bed.”
Good one, Jem 
Nice one JEM
I won’t make this along one
But I gotta tell someone
This rhyme is succinct
It won’t make you think
It’s off the top of my head
And I typed it instead
of straight in the shred
der.
Well done boys - like (tick) 
Spitty’s here, behind the scenes
Scanning for life in Milton Keynes
Or maybe a trace in the costal shires
Signals sent from rural spires
The Digital Exchange demure is not
A Blip was recorded in Ballyfermot
Signals sent with international fervour
Decoded by a Steampunk Server
So much has changed that’s still the same
So much a shame will never change
The seasons come and seasons go
Do they assist the data flow
Q. how many folks to form a Forum?
A. Just enough to cause a Quorum
Make an impact, be ignored
Makes no difference when the sealings floored.
I see you mention Ballyfermot in your verse Spitty, I always thought there only one Ballyfermot, a housing estate on Dublin’s South Side, we moved there from a town tenement in 1948 and spent 5 years there, it couldn’t be the same place the blips were heard could it?
Welcome back spittie :-p
Hi Spitty
Did I see the other side?
Golden Hill
I once was driving along the A30 westward early in the morning and it was misty. I approached a slow incline and ether side of the road there was mustard plants as far as the eye could see. As I approached the top of this hill the sun burst through the mist lighting up the whole glorious golden yellow vista. Indescribably bright and golden, an incomparable spectacle which momentarily overwhelmed me. I could have been in heaven. It was as if God was trying out a new spectacle, with just me to experience it, A minute later the sun went back in and no one would have seen what I saw. Only a god could put on a show like that, and not be even bothered whether anyone witnessed it or not
Many years later I was in a yoga group meditating . The leader was describing a warm place in the sun and I became instantly transported back to that golden hill. More than transported I became as one with that golden yellow substance & was happy to end my earthly existence there and then, but I knew it wasn’t my time yet, I had to exercise a superhuman effort of will to re enter my physical body. For some days afterwards life seemed very two dimensional.
Did I see the other side??
That is such a great story RJ - did this happen to you ?
A couple of similar experiences happened in my life when I was at a low ebb, I did find it a comfort and a ‘sign’ I would never be ‘alone’
Yes Patsy, it happened to me.
A great experience that RJ, restores your faith knowing you’re in good hands with whoever is pulling the strings. Treasure the moment.
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]POEM . MY SHED[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the bottom of my garden is my big green shed[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]When I bought it , it was a shade of cedar red[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I soon tired of the cedar red colour[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Cos it looked like a million other (sheds)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In this shed I had a[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]chair[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]It was for me to sit in there.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]For quite a while it housed my canaries[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]But , as you know, I’m quite contrary[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Then it housed my many old tools[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I didn’t use them, silly fool.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now it’s full of odds and sods[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Wife shakes her head and nods[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As to what I’ll now use it for[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Bearing in mind the now rotten floor[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’ve had it now for many years[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now on it’s last legs I fear[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I think[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]I’ll have to get rid of that (shed)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]meeces under it attract the cats[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]RJ/2014[/SIZE][/FONT]
I can just picture your shed now, Robert …I bet you have lots of memories in there
Spot on Mags
thanks
Bit of advice RJ, don’t shed the shed
I have one, shedding causes dread
Mine is full of sons once dreams
A shrine to ones core upstream
The cobwebs form, the windows taint
No room for man and boy to gait
But that don’t matter, dreams prevail
My shed will, still, sustain a gale.
Oh why do you fill my heart with dread
by saying you’ll get rid of your shed.
Has it not a sentimental value alone?
does not a dog bury his old bone.
If it’s gone beyond repair, don’t despair
but gently take it all apart, bolt by bolt nut by nut,
and replace it with a Summer hut.
Thank you lads for your advice
You have now made me think twice
When I view it from the stout back door
I don’t think it such an eyesore
I could give a lick of paint in a trice
And keep those pesky little mice
In the name of conservation
It’’'ll be a new conversation
All my neighbours will stop and shout
That my neon coloured shed is about
the brightest shade of green
they have ever seen
the end