Tuesday, 17 September 2013
A Little Bit Of Humour # 22
MY UNCLE GROWS VEG
My uncle grows veg
Not for eating though
He is after prizes
At the garden show
Every waking hour
He nurtures and nurses
Mixing up solutions
As he coaxes and coerces
Enormous Marrows
Giant Asparagus
Towering Celery
And humungous fungus
THEY LACK COMMON SENSE
They lack Common sense
Their failing is immense
But in their defence
It’s the addled essence
Of their adolescence
IN THE LONDON MARATHON
In the London marathon
One of my friends ran
Dressed as a chicken
While another one ran
Dressed as an egg
I don’t know who came first
ON LIFE’S JOURNEY WE ARE ALL
On life’s journey we are all
Looking for the one
And I can safely say that I
Married the one
On a scale of one to ten
She was a one
I PICKED UP A HITCHHIKER TODAY
I picked up a hitchhiker today
I know you’re not supposed to
But as I knocked him down
It was the least I could do
I WATCHED A RIVETING DOCUMENTARY
I watched a riveting documentary
On television last night
It was all about how ships were
Put together by shipwrights
MY GIRLFRIEND SAYS SHE’S MIDDLE CLASS
My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her face
She’s clearly working class
Because at her dads place
They have a television
That’s bigger than their bookcase
IT SEEMS THAT PORNOGRAPHY
It seems that pornography
Is frowned upon
But I think that’s just all
The concentration
IT’S NOT THE ANGLE OF DANGLE
It’s not the angle of dangle
That’s the measure of pleasure
It’s the moments in the afterglow
That we ultimately treasure
DO YOU WANT BABY SPINACH
“Do you want Baby Spinach?
Or Water Cress Dad”
My daughter asked me
And I went completely mad
“For God’s sake just choose one
It’s not Rocket Salad”
WHERE’S THE BLOODY TORCH
“Where’s the bloody Torch?”
My wife asked angrily
“I don’t know where it is
Perhaps you could enlighten me”
“Well not without the Torch”
I replied curtly
MY GIRLFRIEND SAYS SHE’S WORKING CLASS
My girlfriend says she’s working class
And I just have to laugh
As not one of them as far as I can see
Has ever worked in her family
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
Wide World Of Sport
WE HAVE A GREAT WELSH INTERNATIONAL
We have a great Welsh international
Known affectionately as Griff
Well when I say he’s Welsh
His parents once went to Cardiff
BERNHARD CARL "BERT" TRAUTMANN, OBE
(22 OCTOBER 1923 – 19 JULY 2013)
We have just seen the passing of a true sporting legend.
Bert Trautmann was born and bred during the toughest of times to be a german, during the inter-war years.
During the second world war he fought for three years as a paratrooper on the Eastern Front, where he was awarded five medals one of which being the Iron Cross.
But it was towards the end of the war that he was transferred to the Western Front where he was captured by the British.
He spent his captivity in a prisoner-of-war camp in Lancashire at Ashton-in-Makerfield, where he worked on the land until his release date in 1948.
At that point Trautmann refused repatriation, and chose instead to settle in Lancashire continuing to work on the land as a farm labourer.
In his spare time he played as a goalkeeper for his local football team St Helens Town. Where his performances brought him to the attention of First Division side Manchester City for whom he signed in October 1949.
However in a City that suffered terribly at the hands of the Luftwaffe the club's decision to sign a former German paratrooper sparked huge protests.
But through his performances he won over all but the hardest hearts and was accepted,
It was in 1956 that Bert Trautmann entered football folklore when he played for Man City in the FA Cup Final against Birmingham City and played the last 17 minutes of the match with a broken neck on the way to winning the cup.
He continued to play for Manchester City until his retirement in 1964 after making 545 appearances for the club.
In 2004 he was honoured with the Order of the British Empire (OBE),
WE HAVE A MIDFIELD GENERAL # 1
We have a midfield General
Who’s really completive and hard
But everyone that we play
Just think he’s a dirty bastard
IN THE PROGRAM THEY SAY
In the program they say
He’s a real seasoned player
But what they really mean
Is he’s past it the poor geezer
IN THE PROGRAM THEY SAY OF HIM
In the program they say of him
That he is a loyal player to the team
But in truth no other club
Will have him it would seem
VERY ECONOMICAL WITH THE BALL
Very economical with the ball
That is a quality worth merit
Our captain is only economical
As he’s too slow to get near it
WE HAVE A GREAT IRISH INTERNATIONAL
We have a great Irish international
By the name of Kevin O’Rourke
Well when I say he’s Irish
His parents once went to Cork
OUR TEAM PLAY AT AN HISTORIC GROUND
Our team play at an historic ground
We on the terraces all proudly roar
All the visiting fans shout in reply
That it’s an old run down eye sore
WE HAVE A MIDFIELD GENERAL # 2
We have a midfield General
Highly talented but temperamental
A hard working terrier
But on a bad day he’s just mental
IF YOUR TEAM IS DOING WELL
If your team is doing well
You can carry a player with flare
But if they’re doing badly
He’s no more than a waste of air
IF NANI WAS IN YOUR TEAM
If Nani was in your team
Would you enjoy his flare?
Well I can tell it has its place
But he just shows off to be fair
I WAS DRIVING HOME AFTER THE MATCH
I was driving home after the match
Listening to the report on the BBC
It was described as a fascinating contest
Which surprised the hell out of me
Far from being an interesting match
It was the most boring thing you could see
HE’S AN INSTINCTIVE PLAYER
He’s an instinctive player
A natural and prodigious talent
Or so they say, I think its
More by luck than judgment
BERT TRAUTMANN
Goalkeeper Bert Trautmann
Was from a different age
When top flight players
Were not spoilt and pampered
He didn’t live in a mansion
Or have a selection of sports cars
To get to work on match days
From his home in Stockport
To Maine road in Manchester
He had to catch two buses.
WE HAVE A GREAT SCOTTISH INTERNATIONAL
We have a great Scottish international
By the name of Jim McKee
Well when I say he’s a Scottish
His parents once went to Dundee
We have a great Welsh international
Known affectionately as Griff
Well when I say he’s Welsh
His parents once went to Cardiff
BERNHARD CARL "BERT" TRAUTMANN, OBE
(22 OCTOBER 1923 – 19 JULY 2013)
We have just seen the passing of a true sporting legend.
Bert Trautmann was born and bred during the toughest of times to be a german, during the inter-war years.
During the second world war he fought for three years as a paratrooper on the Eastern Front, where he was awarded five medals one of which being the Iron Cross.
But it was towards the end of the war that he was transferred to the Western Front where he was captured by the British.
He spent his captivity in a prisoner-of-war camp in Lancashire at Ashton-in-Makerfield, where he worked on the land until his release date in 1948.
At that point Trautmann refused repatriation, and chose instead to settle in Lancashire continuing to work on the land as a farm labourer.
In his spare time he played as a goalkeeper for his local football team St Helens Town. Where his performances brought him to the attention of First Division side Manchester City for whom he signed in October 1949.
However in a City that suffered terribly at the hands of the Luftwaffe the club's decision to sign a former German paratrooper sparked huge protests.
But through his performances he won over all but the hardest hearts and was accepted,
It was in 1956 that Bert Trautmann entered football folklore when he played for Man City in the FA Cup Final against Birmingham City and played the last 17 minutes of the match with a broken neck on the way to winning the cup.
He continued to play for Manchester City until his retirement in 1964 after making 545 appearances for the club.
In 2004 he was honoured with the Order of the British Empire (OBE),
WE HAVE A MIDFIELD GENERAL # 1
We have a midfield General
Who’s really completive and hard
But everyone that we play
Just think he’s a dirty bastard
IN THE PROGRAM THEY SAY
In the program they say
He’s a real seasoned player
But what they really mean
Is he’s past it the poor geezer
IN THE PROGRAM THEY SAY OF HIM
In the program they say of him
That he is a loyal player to the team
But in truth no other club
Will have him it would seem
VERY ECONOMICAL WITH THE BALL
Very economical with the ball
That is a quality worth merit
Our captain is only economical
As he’s too slow to get near it
WE HAVE A GREAT IRISH INTERNATIONAL
We have a great Irish international
By the name of Kevin O’Rourke
Well when I say he’s Irish
His parents once went to Cork
OUR TEAM PLAY AT AN HISTORIC GROUND
Our team play at an historic ground
We on the terraces all proudly roar
All the visiting fans shout in reply
That it’s an old run down eye sore
WE HAVE A MIDFIELD GENERAL # 2
We have a midfield General
Highly talented but temperamental
A hard working terrier
But on a bad day he’s just mental
IF YOUR TEAM IS DOING WELL
If your team is doing well
You can carry a player with flare
But if they’re doing badly
He’s no more than a waste of air
IF NANI WAS IN YOUR TEAM
If Nani was in your team
Would you enjoy his flare?
Well I can tell it has its place
But he just shows off to be fair
I WAS DRIVING HOME AFTER THE MATCH
I was driving home after the match
Listening to the report on the BBC
It was described as a fascinating contest
Which surprised the hell out of me
Far from being an interesting match
It was the most boring thing you could see
HE’S AN INSTINCTIVE PLAYER
He’s an instinctive player
A natural and prodigious talent
Or so they say, I think its
More by luck than judgment
BERT TRAUTMANN
Goalkeeper Bert Trautmann
Was from a different age
When top flight players
Were not spoilt and pampered
He didn’t live in a mansion
Or have a selection of sports cars
To get to work on match days
From his home in Stockport
To Maine road in Manchester
He had to catch two buses.
WE HAVE A GREAT SCOTTISH INTERNATIONAL
We have a great Scottish international
By the name of Jim McKee
Well when I say he’s a Scottish
His parents once went to Dundee
A Little Bit Of Humour # 21
MEMORY OF AN ELEPHANT
Apparently my Dad
Has the memory of an Elephant
When he was a boy
He went Zoo and saw an Elephant
MY FATHER WAS TRYING TO EXPLAIN
My Father was trying to explain
About anaphylactic shock again
And wasn’t doing it very well
I could have explained it in a nutshell
I AM NOT IN ANY WAY INTERESTED IN
I am not in any way interested in
An alternative energy supplier
Because if I said I was unhappy
With food I would be a liar
MY CAT IS A FUSSY EATER # 1
My cat is a fussy eater
That’s not uncommon for a Siamese
And for breakfast she will only eat
A bowl of Mice Crispies
SHE WAS A VERY BIG LASS
She was a very big lass
And Apple shaped I suppose
But she was dressed
In quite unsuitable clothes
Beige Lycra pedal pushers
And a long white clingy top
They would have looked better
Left hanging in the shop
It certainly was a sight
I wouldn’t easily forget
As I watched her in the sun
Looking like a melting cornet
LOOKING FOR A NEW START
My wife and I were
Looking for a new start
So I bought a Waterbed
To rekindle loves spark
Something fresh and exciting
But we just drifted apart
A CARELESSLY DISCARDED MATCH
A carelessly discarded match
Can start a forest fire
Yet it takes a whole box
To light your bonfire
RCN HYMN
From the wards of emphysema
To the floors of maternity
We are proud to all be members
Of the nursing fraternity
We work for the sake of patients
As keep our hospital clean:
And we fight the daily battles
In blue or white or green
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A MUMMY
The disappearance of a mummy
Was investigated by Inspector Grace
And with his years of experience
He soon wrapped up the case
MY CAT IS A FUSSY EATER # 2
My cat is a fussy eater
That’s not uncommon for a Siamese
And some days only RATatouille
On a bed of Mice will please
I WAS AT A FANCY DRESS PARTY
I was at a fancy dress party
And looking for something tarty
I was beginning to lose hope
When I got an unexpected grope
And I was forced to conclude
When things got decidedly rude
That for the very best nooky
You should do it with a Wooky
JULIUS CAESAR’S APPROACH
Julius Caesar’s approach
May have been absurd
But a different approach
Was what he preferred
Which is why he came,
He saw, he concurred
Apparently my Dad
Has the memory of an Elephant
When he was a boy
He went Zoo and saw an Elephant
MY FATHER WAS TRYING TO EXPLAIN
My Father was trying to explain
About anaphylactic shock again
And wasn’t doing it very well
I could have explained it in a nutshell
I AM NOT IN ANY WAY INTERESTED IN
I am not in any way interested in
An alternative energy supplier
Because if I said I was unhappy
With food I would be a liar
MY CAT IS A FUSSY EATER # 1
My cat is a fussy eater
That’s not uncommon for a Siamese
And for breakfast she will only eat
A bowl of Mice Crispies
SHE WAS A VERY BIG LASS
She was a very big lass
And Apple shaped I suppose
But she was dressed
In quite unsuitable clothes
Beige Lycra pedal pushers
And a long white clingy top
They would have looked better
Left hanging in the shop
It certainly was a sight
I wouldn’t easily forget
As I watched her in the sun
Looking like a melting cornet
LOOKING FOR A NEW START
My wife and I were
Looking for a new start
So I bought a Waterbed
To rekindle loves spark
Something fresh and exciting
But we just drifted apart
A CARELESSLY DISCARDED MATCH
A carelessly discarded match
Can start a forest fire
Yet it takes a whole box
To light your bonfire
RCN HYMN
From the wards of emphysema
To the floors of maternity
We are proud to all be members
Of the nursing fraternity
We work for the sake of patients
As keep our hospital clean:
And we fight the daily battles
In blue or white or green
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A MUMMY
The disappearance of a mummy
Was investigated by Inspector Grace
And with his years of experience
He soon wrapped up the case
MY CAT IS A FUSSY EATER # 2
My cat is a fussy eater
That’s not uncommon for a Siamese
And some days only RATatouille
On a bed of Mice will please
I WAS AT A FANCY DRESS PARTY
I was at a fancy dress party
And looking for something tarty
I was beginning to lose hope
When I got an unexpected grope
And I was forced to conclude
When things got decidedly rude
That for the very best nooky
You should do it with a Wooky
JULIUS CAESAR’S APPROACH
Julius Caesar’s approach
May have been absurd
But a different approach
Was what he preferred
Which is why he came,
He saw, he concurred
Friday, 19 July 2013
Varied Poems
HOW THEY EXPLOIT OUR COMPASSION
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds barred”
World of charity fundraising
As long as they can extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor unfortunates,
The sad stars of the charity show
Are merely lost leaders
CERIDWEN
The welsh enchantress,
Goddess Ceridwen
Celtic goddess of rebirth
And transformation
Keeper of the cauldron
Of poetic inspiration
Mother and daughter
Heroine of the wiccan
BLOOD MAY WELL BE THICKER THAN WATER
Blood may well be thicker than water
But to a son or daughter
When it comes to Parenthood
This should be understood
There’s more to it you see
What makes a parent is proximity
THE LIGHTHOUSE
The Lighthouse, with
Lantern burning bright
Stands sentinel
A beacon in the night
Steadfastly gazing out
Its piercing light
Cutting through the dark
Warning those at sea
In peril or plight
And providing all
With its piercing light
In the darkest hour
A comforting sight
IN TIMES OF PERIL
In times of peril
And personal plight
Backs against the wall
Stay strong and fight
But keep your integrity
Do things right
With merciful compassion
Fight the good fight
And in the end
Adversity will take flight
And victory be attained
By right over might
A THOUSAND SOULS
A thousand souls
Plus half a thousand more
Never again to feel
Land beneath their feet
Lost to the icy deep
For man’s conceit
And lay their still
In companionable rest
Beneath the icy sea
With the unsinkable lady
Of the White Star Line
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE THE STAR
Everyone wants to be the star
Of their own life story
But life isn’t like a movie
You don’t get the chance
To re-take the scenes you mess up
And it isn’t like a play
That can be painstakingly rehearsed
You have to go on cold
You may dry up or miss your cue
Or fluff your lines
You may need prompting
You will probably have to improvise
But it’s up to you how the drama unfolds
And whether you are hero or villain
AS JIMINY CRICKET FAMOUSLY SAID
As Jiminy Cricket famously said
“Let conscience be your guide”
It’s a simple enough philosophy
Listen to the voice of reason
Keep compassion in your heart
And integrity at your core
And you won’t go far wrong
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds barred”
World of charity fundraising
As long as they can extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor unfortunates,
The sad stars of the charity show
Are merely lost leaders
CERIDWEN
The welsh enchantress,
Goddess Ceridwen
Celtic goddess of rebirth
And transformation
Keeper of the cauldron
Of poetic inspiration
Mother and daughter
Heroine of the wiccan
BLOOD MAY WELL BE THICKER THAN WATER
Blood may well be thicker than water
But to a son or daughter
When it comes to Parenthood
This should be understood
There’s more to it you see
What makes a parent is proximity
THE LIGHTHOUSE
The Lighthouse, with
Lantern burning bright
Stands sentinel
A beacon in the night
Steadfastly gazing out
Its piercing light
Cutting through the dark
Warning those at sea
In peril or plight
And providing all
With its piercing light
In the darkest hour
A comforting sight
IN TIMES OF PERIL
In times of peril
And personal plight
Backs against the wall
Stay strong and fight
But keep your integrity
Do things right
With merciful compassion
Fight the good fight
And in the end
Adversity will take flight
And victory be attained
By right over might
A THOUSAND SOULS
A thousand souls
Plus half a thousand more
Never again to feel
Land beneath their feet
Lost to the icy deep
For man’s conceit
And lay their still
In companionable rest
Beneath the icy sea
With the unsinkable lady
Of the White Star Line
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE THE STAR
Everyone wants to be the star
Of their own life story
But life isn’t like a movie
You don’t get the chance
To re-take the scenes you mess up
And it isn’t like a play
That can be painstakingly rehearsed
You have to go on cold
You may dry up or miss your cue
Or fluff your lines
You may need prompting
You will probably have to improvise
But it’s up to you how the drama unfolds
And whether you are hero or villain
AS JIMINY CRICKET FAMOUSLY SAID
As Jiminy Cricket famously said
“Let conscience be your guide”
It’s a simple enough philosophy
Listen to the voice of reason
Keep compassion in your heart
And integrity at your core
And you won’t go far wrong
War
SOLDIERS OF ROME
They died beneath the eagle
On the battlefields Rome
And were blessed after death
To walk in the fields of Elysium
KUBLAI KHAN’S MONGOL HORDE
Kublai Khan’s Mongol horde
Set Sail In 1274
To conquer Japan
And add it to his empire
But the great deity Raijin
Conjured up a typhoon
And his Divine wind
Destroyed the Khan’s fleet
And saved the Japanese
But in 1281
They sailed again
The largest fleet every assembled
Four thousand ships
Carrying 140000 men
But when they were off the shore
Once again Raijin
Brought the Kamikaze
And scattered the fleet
To the four winds
And thwarted Kublai Khan
And he never tried again
THE VIKINGS
Killed in battle, bloody axe in hand
The reward of the Nordic warrior
Was for their souls to spend eternity
Residing in the great hall of Valhalla
IN HALIFAX NOVA SCOTIA 1917
Two ships collided in Halifax harbour,
The Mont Blanc and the Imo,
It was December 1917
And what the Nova Scotian’s didn’t know
Was the French ship was laden with explosives
And as it sailed the straight from the sea
It struck the Norwegian vessel
Causing it to explode cataclysmically
Many Canadians were killed
In Halifax Nova Scotia 1917
After the largest man made explosion
The world had ever seen
DON’T HATE THE HUN ACROSS THE FIELD
Don’t hate the Hun across the field
He’s not so very different to you
He doesn’t want to fight in foreign wars
He wants to be in the loving embrace
Of the sweet woman he loves
As you want to be in the arms of yours
ARE YOU WEARING A POPPY?
Are you wearing a poppy?
Wear it proudly on your lapel
Wear it with pride and respect
So everyone will be able to tell
That you recognise the sacrifice
Of those who fought and fell
WANDERING WARRIOR
Wandering warrior
Migrating hero of the good
Fights for God and king
THE RED ENSIGN
The unsung heroes sail
Under The Red Ensign
The telltale flag flown
By British merchantmen
THE RED DUSTER
The British merchantmen
Fly the “Red Duster”
And you will always see
The red ensign flutter
HMHS GLENART CASTLE
The Glenart Castle
Was steaming home
On a cold February night
In 1918
The hospital ship
Headed for safe haven
Her lights green
Clearly visible
Against the dark horizon
Red lamps lit her side rail
Her masthead light burned bright
Fishermen could see her
Red Cross light
Then a torpedo struct her
In the number the hold
In eight minutes
She was gone
With a 162 souls
They died beneath the eagle
On the battlefields Rome
And were blessed after death
To walk in the fields of Elysium
KUBLAI KHAN’S MONGOL HORDE
Kublai Khan’s Mongol horde
Set Sail In 1274
To conquer Japan
And add it to his empire
But the great deity Raijin
Conjured up a typhoon
And his Divine wind
Destroyed the Khan’s fleet
And saved the Japanese
But in 1281
They sailed again
The largest fleet every assembled
Four thousand ships
Carrying 140000 men
But when they were off the shore
Once again Raijin
Brought the Kamikaze
And scattered the fleet
To the four winds
And thwarted Kublai Khan
And he never tried again
THE VIKINGS
Killed in battle, bloody axe in hand
The reward of the Nordic warrior
Was for their souls to spend eternity
Residing in the great hall of Valhalla
IN HALIFAX NOVA SCOTIA 1917
Two ships collided in Halifax harbour,
The Mont Blanc and the Imo,
It was December 1917
And what the Nova Scotian’s didn’t know
Was the French ship was laden with explosives
And as it sailed the straight from the sea
It struck the Norwegian vessel
Causing it to explode cataclysmically
Many Canadians were killed
In Halifax Nova Scotia 1917
After the largest man made explosion
The world had ever seen
DON’T HATE THE HUN ACROSS THE FIELD
Don’t hate the Hun across the field
He’s not so very different to you
He doesn’t want to fight in foreign wars
He wants to be in the loving embrace
Of the sweet woman he loves
As you want to be in the arms of yours
ARE YOU WEARING A POPPY?
Are you wearing a poppy?
Wear it proudly on your lapel
Wear it with pride and respect
So everyone will be able to tell
That you recognise the sacrifice
Of those who fought and fell
WANDERING WARRIOR
Wandering warrior
Migrating hero of the good
Fights for God and king
THE RED ENSIGN
The unsung heroes sail
Under The Red Ensign
The telltale flag flown
By British merchantmen
THE RED DUSTER
The British merchantmen
Fly the “Red Duster”
And you will always see
The red ensign flutter
HMHS GLENART CASTLE
The Glenart Castle
Was steaming home
On a cold February night
In 1918
The hospital ship
Headed for safe haven
Her lights green
Clearly visible
Against the dark horizon
Red lamps lit her side rail
Her masthead light burned bright
Fishermen could see her
Red Cross light
Then a torpedo struct her
In the number the hold
In eight minutes
She was gone
With a 162 souls
Tales of Love # 5
LOVES FIRST STING
In my autumn days
I fondly remember
Loves first sting
And how my heart sang
Loves perfect melody
In loves sweet spring
SILENCE IN THE MEADOW
Silence in the meadow
As we lay amidst the flowers
Young lovers entwined
In the moonlit hours
When love is keenly felt
We succumb to cupids powers
But as night gives way to day
The love we feel is ours
I THINK TO MYSELF NOW THAT IT IS OVER
I think to myself now that it is over
As I pick myself up off the floor,
How could I have been so blind?
To lose my heart and so adore
The creature who can barely disguise
The blackness at her heartless core
PLEASE BRING ME A LOVE
Please bring me a love
Of almost any hue
Let it change forever
My monochrome view
Let it be any colour
As long as it’s not blue
YOU CAN WEATHER ANY STORM
You can weather any storm
When you know without exception
That love is the answer
To each and every question
MY LONELY HEART
My Lonely heart
My silent companion
You empathize
And feel compassion
Even in an age when
It’s out of fashion
Yet still I am alone
With my unspent passion
MIRROR IMAGE
I thought that you
Really loved me
But I was wrong
And in reality
It was just my love
Reflecting back on me
A WEDDING SONG (PROTHALAMIUM)
I stand alone
Yet among friends
I stand alone
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Come ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
Stand beside me
Stand to my left
Become me
Let me become you
Hear the words?
Go ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
We stand together
Before our friends
We stand together
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Hear the song?
Let’s sing along
Come join me
We stand together
Alone no more
Joined as one
Before our God
PRESSED FLOWERS
Flowers picked fresh
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
The delicate blooms
Were lovingly preserved
Betwixt printed pages
Of a weighty tome
Now they are desiccated
Between the leaves
Blooms long since dried
Still evoke memories
Pressed blooms from
When love was young
Mementos of love
From a time long ago
Soon I was once again
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
In my autumn days
I fondly remember
Loves first sting
And how my heart sang
Loves perfect melody
In loves sweet spring
SILENCE IN THE MEADOW
Silence in the meadow
As we lay amidst the flowers
Young lovers entwined
In the moonlit hours
When love is keenly felt
We succumb to cupids powers
But as night gives way to day
The love we feel is ours
I THINK TO MYSELF NOW THAT IT IS OVER
I think to myself now that it is over
As I pick myself up off the floor,
How could I have been so blind?
To lose my heart and so adore
The creature who can barely disguise
The blackness at her heartless core
PLEASE BRING ME A LOVE
Please bring me a love
Of almost any hue
Let it change forever
My monochrome view
Let it be any colour
As long as it’s not blue
YOU CAN WEATHER ANY STORM
You can weather any storm
When you know without exception
That love is the answer
To each and every question
MY LONELY HEART
My Lonely heart
My silent companion
You empathize
And feel compassion
Even in an age when
It’s out of fashion
Yet still I am alone
With my unspent passion
MIRROR IMAGE
I thought that you
Really loved me
But I was wrong
And in reality
It was just my love
Reflecting back on me
A WEDDING SONG (PROTHALAMIUM)
I stand alone
Yet among friends
I stand alone
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Come ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
Stand beside me
Stand to my left
Become me
Let me become you
Hear the words?
Go ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
We stand together
Before our friends
We stand together
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Hear the song?
Let’s sing along
Come join me
We stand together
Alone no more
Joined as one
Before our God
PRESSED FLOWERS
Flowers picked fresh
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
The delicate blooms
Were lovingly preserved
Betwixt printed pages
Of a weighty tome
Now they are desiccated
Between the leaves
Blooms long since dried
Still evoke memories
Pressed blooms from
When love was young
Mementos of love
From a time long ago
Soon I was once again
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
Tales of Love # 4
I’VE LOST MY HEART TO ANOTHER
I’ve lost my heart to another
She is fairer than a rose
The gentlest girl I’ve known
Who is purer than the snow’s
And all the time I’m with her
My love for her just grows
THE THREAD OF LOVE
The thread of love
Our hearts entwine
I have all her love
And she has mine
Bound together by
Loves eternal vine
I have all her love
And she has mine
SHE BLESSED MY LIFE
She blessed my life
When she came to stay
And I love her more
Each and every day
It would break my heart
If she went away
OVER THE SPAN OF YEARS
Over the span of years,
Along the way
My heart has been broken
Time after time
But how can it not break,
When you lose someone
Or when a loved one passes,
Or your child is in pain
Or is unhappy
We don’t live in a bubble
Life is not lived in isolation
And broken hearts do mend
And each repair gives us strength
For the next time
Because a heart never broken,
Is cold and sterile,
And has never known the joy
Of loving another human being
RED SAILS IN THE SUNSET
The Platter’s were crooning
“Red Sails in the sunset”
So I asked her to dance
And the moment our eyes met
My heart sailed away
And it hasn’t returned yet
RED EYE
In all the photos of her
She was terribly Red Eyed
I thought it was the camera
But no matter how I tried
I couldn’t get a good shot
But it wasn’t a lack of skill
Or any technical fault
It turned out she was evil
PRESSED BLOOMS
Pressed blooms
Long since dried
Lovingly preserved
Betwixt printed pages
Mementos of love
From a time long ago
Flowers picked fresh
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
DRINK TO THE GLORY OF LOVE
Drink to the glory of love
From the loving cup
Before it spills
And evaporates away
AS WE LAY UNDER THE STARS
As we lay under the stars
I had the perfect trinity
Music in my soul
Love in my heart
And you in my arms
I’ve lost my heart to another
She is fairer than a rose
The gentlest girl I’ve known
Who is purer than the snow’s
And all the time I’m with her
My love for her just grows
THE THREAD OF LOVE
The thread of love
Our hearts entwine
I have all her love
And she has mine
Bound together by
Loves eternal vine
I have all her love
And she has mine
SHE BLESSED MY LIFE
She blessed my life
When she came to stay
And I love her more
Each and every day
It would break my heart
If she went away
OVER THE SPAN OF YEARS
Over the span of years,
Along the way
My heart has been broken
Time after time
But how can it not break,
When you lose someone
Or when a loved one passes,
Or your child is in pain
Or is unhappy
We don’t live in a bubble
Life is not lived in isolation
And broken hearts do mend
And each repair gives us strength
For the next time
Because a heart never broken,
Is cold and sterile,
And has never known the joy
Of loving another human being
RED SAILS IN THE SUNSET
The Platter’s were crooning
“Red Sails in the sunset”
So I asked her to dance
And the moment our eyes met
My heart sailed away
And it hasn’t returned yet
RED EYE
In all the photos of her
She was terribly Red Eyed
I thought it was the camera
But no matter how I tried
I couldn’t get a good shot
But it wasn’t a lack of skill
Or any technical fault
It turned out she was evil
PRESSED BLOOMS
Pressed blooms
Long since dried
Lovingly preserved
Betwixt printed pages
Mementos of love
From a time long ago
Flowers picked fresh
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
DRINK TO THE GLORY OF LOVE
Drink to the glory of love
From the loving cup
Before it spills
And evaporates away
AS WE LAY UNDER THE STARS
As we lay under the stars
I had the perfect trinity
Music in my soul
Love in my heart
And you in my arms
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