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11-11-2009 10:15 GMT
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LITTERBUG JITTERBUG
Discarded from a moving car The litter travels very far Each piece small or big Performs a little merry jig Each windblown piece at play Participates in the ballet Plastic bags float with ease Waltzing high upon the breeze Sweet papers flutter Down in the gutter Coke cans or maybe tango Dance the tin can fandango While larger papers jitterbug Thanks to the litterbug |  | |
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11-11-2009 10:14 GMT
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SQUALL
The grey skies are stormy and wild, Strong winds gust and batter the land, Rain carried by the squall Peppers the windows like gravel And stings the faces of the unfortunate traveller God protect those caught abroad On such a foul day as this The winds whistle round the buildings And make rag dolls of the trees Being inside looking out is preferable Warming by the fire with glass in hand Loved ones safe about you Ride out the storm in comfort Until the stormy gales subside
SPRING IS HERE
Before the dawn has fully broken I am all at once awoken By wondrous songbird symphony Though to some it is cacophony But to hear the dawn chorus Singing songs, loud and joyous So my heart is simply soaring For the season that Im adoring Now that its Spring my heart is lifted For another Spring that God has gifted When daffodils burst from the ground And in the breeze they dance around Grass is growing lush and green The greenest that it has ever been And with cherry blossom on the tree Spring is here for all to see
ON SUN SCORCHED SAND
Beneath my shoeless feet The sun scorched sand Burned those who dwelt too long In admiration of the vista Beneath the swaying fronts In the shadow of the palms The white sands Offered cool respite I rested a while Before I journeyed Across the sun baked sand To become immersed In the cool of the ocean
MISTY MORNING
The early morning sunlight Creeps across the meadow, Where in the wet grass The rabbits make their dawn patrol
In the meadows quiet corners The sun glints on dewdrops Trapped within the intricacies Of a labyrinthine spiders web
Though the morning sun is weak And too soft to burn the mist It still banishes the darkness And another day begins
SUNFLOWERS
They bloom in summertime Blooms of golden orange Heads the size of saucers Unnaturally strange They stand tall and straight And super model thin Large headed and skinny Just like models again Not grown for beauty But for their numerous seeds Ugly and ungainly These giant unwanted weeds Maybe Im wrong to view them As one of natures messes But I cant help thinking Theyre not one of Gods successes
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11-11-2009 10:14 GMT
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CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
Im taxed on what I earn By the government knave Im taxed on what I spend Im taxed on what I save And every penny in between Im taxed from cradle to the grave
FROM BEGINNING TO END
From school days To pay days From a lowly newbie To the top of the tree From earning a salary To redundancy From numerous applications To endless rejections From a life of worth To a state of dearth From adolescence To obsolescence
THE THREE RS
I was raised on the three Rs At least on their importance Reading, riting and rithmatic Though spelling was more happenstance But a greater three r s exist Greater than literacy, grammar or fractions Respect for oneself, Respect for others, And Responsibility for all of your actions
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11-11-2009 10:12 GMT
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OH GUARDIAN ANGEL
Oh guardian angel Please watch over me It would be a comfort To feel the guarantee That should I go astray Watching over me You would be there To guide me back to safety
A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH
Wear your smile Enjoy Life If only for awhile
Enjoy the moment Its a special gift Thats heaven sent
Life and death Are separated By a single breath
Then more or less In an instant Nothing-ness?
Then the sight At the tunnels end Of heavens light
HE BELIEVES IN YOU
Humanists and atheists Refute Gods existence But in all honesty They mount a futile resistance Because for all their vehement Creation of fuss The great lord God Believes in them as well as us
YOULL NEVER WALK ALONE
He lived his life in the shadows Hiding from Gods light Not acknowledging his existence Thinking he was out of sight He thought he walked the road alone Without the Lord by his side But at the hour of his death His faith could no longer be denied On the darkness of this death God lights a light to show his way Shining his light of love To comfort those left in disarray As he walks in Gods light Within the sound of Heavens bells God illuminating his path Now he walks with the angels
THE SAINTS AND THE ANGELS
The Saints and the Angels Watch over us all the year round You never know they are there For they never make a sound
But they are there nonetheless Watching over us everyday And they are there to listen When you have a need to pray And should some weary soul Let slip their earthly bonds They have angelic company On their way to the great beyond
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11-11-2009 10:10 GMT
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DIFFERENT STROKES
We are poles apart You are north to my south We are different ends of the solar system You are Mercury I am Pluto We are contradictory You are black to my white We are from different ends of the earth We inhabit different hemispheres You are up and I am down We should be knife and fork Brush and paint Cup and saucer Pepper and salt But we are not How did we become man and wife?
ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER Absence makes the heart grow fonder Is that really true I wonder Does it work without fail Or is it just an old wives tale Im not sure the advice is the best And Im fearful to put it to the test For if I were to go away For a month, a week, a day I fear I wouldnt miss you and pine But would think our separation fine
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11-11-2009 10:09 GMT
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EUTOPIA (HAIKU)
Darling buds of May, appearing in endless dreams of bountiful days
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11-11-2009 10:09 GMT
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I LOVE IT AT THE SEASIDE
I love it at the seaside out of season When the bathers are not there The beaches are no longer sun kissed The sands are empty and bare
I love it at the seaside On a bright sunny winters day When you can stroll along With out people getting in the way
You pick your way along the shore Picking up driftwood and shells Skim stones across the water Without soliciting angry yells
I love it at the seaside The deck chairs are all stored away On the sea front all is quiet And the car park is free all day
I love it at the seaside The shops are shut and battened down All the amusement arcades are shut But not the Rose and Crown
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11-11-2009 10:08 GMT
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OUT IN THE COUNTRY
Driving down country lanes Top down, wind in my hair The sun gracing the sky The wind set fair The smell of hay, Freshly mowed Beasts in the fields Beyond hedgerows Blue cloudless skies, On a glorious summers day, The only blot being The cyclists in my way
OUT IN THE COUNTRY, AGAIN
When driving the byways Travelling far and wide Whether the lakes or the peaks Or any of the countryside, One thing thats guaranteed To frustrate the driving clan And cause them to become irate Is to get stuck behind a caravan
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10-11-2009 11:12 GMT
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I WENT TO A FUNERAL TODAY
I went to a funeral today What a totally depressing day In was a humanist service Cold and utterly soulless With some mumbling buffoon Waffling on in monotone A couple of poorly read poems From some well thumbed tomes And ended in a fit of irony To the tune of stay with me He was not religious I will concede But even a man lacking a creed Should be launched into oblivion To the sound of a rousing requiem
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10-11-2009 11:11 GMT
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DEFEND IT TO THE DEATH
Liberals believe in freedom of speech They support it on pain of death And they will defend this principle With their final dying breath
Its the corner stone of liberalism Its the doctrine that they teach However it most definitely helps If you sing from their hymn sheet
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10-11-2009 11:11 GMT
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BEFORE COMPUTERS TOOK OVER THE WORLD
Before computers took over the world A virus was the flu, and a keyboard was a piano A mouse pad was where a single mouse lived And a CD was a bank account and a program was a TV show The net was something you fished with A monitor would report you to the teacher An application was a form to be filled out And Windows were opened to get fresh air A hard drive was a long trip in the car A web was a spiders home, a cursor used profanity Memory was something you lost with age And if you had a 3 ½ inch floppy youd tell nobody
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06-11-2009 10:45 GMT
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MISSING OUT
Theyve taken all the fun away Its prohibited from the school day Thanks to the politically correct crusade And the heath and safety brigade There can be no unacceptable names Or boisterous competitive games Now playing in the snow and ice You must play games safe and nice The nanny state has declared That the nations children must be spared But when I was a child we did alright And we did survive an occasional fight But we had more freedom in my view We could choose what things to do You didnt have to climb in trees Or pick the scabs off wounded knees You didnt have to play kiss chase Or catch a snowball in the face You didnt have to make a slide in the snow If you didnt want to you could say no Conkers was not a compulsory game You didnt have to call girls names You could roll in the grass again and again Or jump in puddles after heavy rain You didnt have to skip with girls Or run with grass seed in your curls If you didnt want to there was no need You could sit alone and quietly and read But if you chose to you could do it And after all we were young and fit
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06-11-2009 10:44 GMT
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POETS OF YORE
Great poets, wordsmiths of yore Prose and rhyme did write Of matters that went before Viewing them in poetic light
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06-11-2009 10:44 GMT
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WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?
"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who killed the sparrows?" "We," said the Humans, "With out many deftly hands, We killed the sparrows.
Why kill the sparrows?" Because they are so small, And dont matter at all, Thats why we kill the sparrows.
"Who killed the humans?" Mother nature did the act, For mans breach of contract, Mother nature had to act
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02-11-2009 12:43 GMT
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WHO IS ANNE ADCOCK?
The very acerbic Anne Adcock Who seems to appear adhoc In order to criticize or knock
Seems to appear out of nowhere Materializing out of the ether Leaving no way to contact her
She hides behind her anonymity Like the Scarlet Pimpernel maybe Or perhaps she is actually a he
She protects the sacred grammar Never knowing when to expect her Shes like the Pimpernel in that manner
They seek her here They seek her there They seek Ms Adcock everywhere Is she in hiding? Or is she not That darned elusive Anne Adcock
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02-11-2009 12:42 GMT
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PEACE IN OUR TIME
When idle thoughts lead me back down Memory lane I think of Mr Chamberlain stepping from the plane Desperately clutching that piece of paper he waved That promise of hope that Europe would be saved
How we all held that precious hope in our hearts Before the promise of peace finally fell apart And how that hope evaporated to leave me scared When Chamberlains voice said war was declared
Hitlers broken promise broke Nevilles heart Another world war blew his appeasement apart Then up steps Winston Churchill into the fray His boldness and stiff resolve eventually won the day A broken man, Chamberlains life came to an end Many years before the war he tried so hard to prevent
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