ALONG AN A WAR-TORN ROAD
Weary leaden footsteps
Tramp the war-torn road
Ragged with fatigue
The endless serried ranks
Of weary ragged lads
Stout of heart
March, not in retreat
But ever onward to the foe
BOMBER COMMAND
At last they are remembered
In marble and bronze
In Green Park they stand
The forgotten band of brothers
Silent yet speaking aloud
Of honours unsung
These brave men
Held in contempt
By the very politicians
Who sent them to their deaths
Shunned by Churchill
In the cold light of peace
These forgotten heroes
Of an unpopular campaign
These warriors on the wing
They didn’t question
They didn’t ask why us
They went where they were sent
And half never returned
IN LESS THAN A GENERATION
At the start of World War II
Americans crossed into Canada
To join the war
Because they thought it right
Twenty years later
Americans crossed into Canada
To avoid the war
Because they didn’t want to fight
Sunday 19 August 2012
Lusty Stuff
THE GIRL IN THE ONE-PIECE DRESS
The girl in the one-piece dress
Figure hugging
Seamless and crease free
Smooth and fluid
A curvy lass
No bones showed through
Everything moved in unison
Smooth as liquid silk
In fact the contents of that dress
Seemed not to be a solid
So fluid was the movement
DISH OF THE DAY – EMILY
Sweet, sweet Emily
My sweet confection
With Demerara skin
A honeyed morsel
Wrapped in white silk
Just visible beneath
Her pristine shirt
Tantalising the senses
Are the chocolate peaks
Of plump brown muffins
Sweet caramel delights
Perfectly formed
In provocative silhouette
To whet the appetite
Sweet, sweet Emily
My sweet confection
My favourite desert
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 1
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Stood up on the pedals
To make better progress
And get her up the hill
Her dress billowed in the breeze
And to universal delight
Showed a view above the knees
THE LOVELY LADY ELEANOR
The lovely lady Eleanor
A pretty young woman
A sweet dusky maiden
With luscious skin the shade
Of molten chocolate
With an Exotic scent
That makes your head spin
And your pulse race
And leaves you dizzy with delight
Her sweet Angelic face,
Is heavenly framed,
With rich soft curls,
Shiny like a raven’s wing
And black as jet
Her soulful eyes
Brown like burnt sugar
Are warm and inviting
With a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small
And button like
The perfect punctuation
For her Demerara lips,
Which are softly moist
And have a constant smile
Playing around them
And when she unleashes
A full-bodied beam
Her whole face lights up
Bright enough to dazzle a star
Making her dark eyes
Seductively beguile
Elegant lady Eleanor
Gracile like a cat
Playful as a kitten
Unintentionally coy
Unambiguously sweet
Delicately limbed
Lithe and lissom
With dainty hands and feet,
Small like a child’s
She holds her head high
With assurance and confidence
On her swan like neck
Which sits symmetrically on
Sculptured shoulders
Atop a sleek slender frame
With a tiny waist
And narrow hips
Small round buttocks
Almost like a boys
And her braless breasts
Small and pert
Sit in perfect parity,
Nipples sensually erect
Unimaginably she is
Unaware of her allure
Oblivious to her beauty
Sceptical of any appeal
Incredibly she doesn’t see
The woman she has become
The woman she has been
She has come of age
And is at ease with herself
She is in no hurry
To squander her innocence
Her virginity will not be lost casually
Perhaps the most wondrous thing
Is that she will not recognise herself
From my descriptions
She will think it is a stranger
Which all adds to the wonderful whole
That is the lovely lady Eleanor
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 2
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Leaning over the handle bars
To make better progress
When gravity intervened
As if in answer to a prayer
And presented to the viewer
The most perfect pair
WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM I SAW HER
When I walked into the room
I saw her, wearing her favourite
Fleecy dressing gown
Curled up in the big arm chair
Her little feet tucked beneath her
And she was hugging a cushion
Almost as big as she
Her tiny frame
Was almost lost
In the over stuffed chair
And instantly an unabated
Wave of love washed over me
And I immediately wanted her
She was such a scrawny little thing
Barely a hundred pounds
Soaking wet
And I had seen her that way
Many times
But I loved her totally
With every fibre of my being
We had been married
For ten years now
And still she excited me
Making love to her was electric
It was like being plugged into the national grid
From the first time to the last
She was just the sexiest girl I’d ever seen
I stood over her
And stared down at her
For the longest time
She was sleeping so soundly
I didn’t really want to wake her
I should have let her sleep
But she would not have thanked me
In fact she would have been miffed
So I knelt beside her
And roused her gently
And as she stirred from her slumber
Her eyes opened and then widened
When she saw me
And she smiled me that come to bed smile
“I waited up for you
Because I’m feeling fruity”
So my sexy girl was roused and aroused
So I took her in my arms
And carried her to bed
DISH OF THE DAY – JENNIFER
Jennifer, Jennifer
A savoury dish
Made in her mothers image
To her mothers recipe
Just younger and fresher
A very delicate dish
Skin cool white
Pale then lips
Eyes eager and expressive
Plump of breast
Round rumped
Slender limbed
Tender loined
Succulent and moist
Very definitely
A perfect starter
DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA
Dear Virginia
No longer the gawky girl
Awkward and ungainly
Self conscious and ill at ease
Virginia has come of age
And is in full bloom
Once the ugly duckling
Now magnificently dressed
For sumptuous dining
Fit to adorn any table
Well-toned limbs
Golden skinned
And plump breasted
With legs invitingly trussed
Tender and succulent
A main course to suit any palate
To be savoured and devoured
JUST ENOUGH
She leant forward,
Bending at the waist,
Just enough
To tighten the fabric
Of her jeans
Shaping and defining
Her buttocks
To pert perfection
Then she leant a little further
Just enough
To expose some dusky flesh
And above her waistband
The merest glimpse
Of pale pink panties
With white lace trim
Showing seductively
Against her dusky skin
Then she straightened up
And turned towards me
Glancing in my direction
She knew I was watching
And she leant forward,
Bending at the waist,
Just enough
To fill her gaping blouse
Her breasts sitting
In pert perfection
Round and full
Encased in pink cups
With white lace trim
Showing seductively
Against her dusky skin
A hint of nipple
A glimpse of areola
Just enough
Through the tight fabric
Deliciously defined
Then she straightened up
Looking towards me
Smiling in my direction
Knowing I was watching
And liking it
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 3
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a low cut top
Whose baps almost popped out
I didn’t think they’d stop
They were such nice ones
And they were just there
So what else could I do
Except stand and stare
It was only a brief delight
Which I thought would suffice
She smiled and shook her head
As she saw me say “very nice”
Then she rode up the road
But was back in a trice
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 4
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a low cut top
Whose baps almost popped out
I didn’t think they’d stop
She saw me looking
Smiled and shook her head
I smiled back, gave a shrug
To say “enough said”
The girl in the one-piece dress
Figure hugging
Seamless and crease free
Smooth and fluid
A curvy lass
No bones showed through
Everything moved in unison
Smooth as liquid silk
In fact the contents of that dress
Seemed not to be a solid
So fluid was the movement
DISH OF THE DAY – EMILY
Sweet, sweet Emily
My sweet confection
With Demerara skin
A honeyed morsel
Wrapped in white silk
Just visible beneath
Her pristine shirt
Tantalising the senses
Are the chocolate peaks
Of plump brown muffins
Sweet caramel delights
Perfectly formed
In provocative silhouette
To whet the appetite
Sweet, sweet Emily
My sweet confection
My favourite desert
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 1
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Stood up on the pedals
To make better progress
And get her up the hill
Her dress billowed in the breeze
And to universal delight
Showed a view above the knees
THE LOVELY LADY ELEANOR
The lovely lady Eleanor
A pretty young woman
A sweet dusky maiden
With luscious skin the shade
Of molten chocolate
With an Exotic scent
That makes your head spin
And your pulse race
And leaves you dizzy with delight
Her sweet Angelic face,
Is heavenly framed,
With rich soft curls,
Shiny like a raven’s wing
And black as jet
Her soulful eyes
Brown like burnt sugar
Are warm and inviting
With a hypnotic quality
Her exquisite nose is small
And button like
The perfect punctuation
For her Demerara lips,
Which are softly moist
And have a constant smile
Playing around them
And when she unleashes
A full-bodied beam
Her whole face lights up
Bright enough to dazzle a star
Making her dark eyes
Seductively beguile
Elegant lady Eleanor
Gracile like a cat
Playful as a kitten
Unintentionally coy
Unambiguously sweet
Delicately limbed
Lithe and lissom
With dainty hands and feet,
Small like a child’s
She holds her head high
With assurance and confidence
On her swan like neck
Which sits symmetrically on
Sculptured shoulders
Atop a sleek slender frame
With a tiny waist
And narrow hips
Small round buttocks
Almost like a boys
And her braless breasts
Small and pert
Sit in perfect parity,
Nipples sensually erect
Unimaginably she is
Unaware of her allure
Oblivious to her beauty
Sceptical of any appeal
Incredibly she doesn’t see
The woman she has become
The woman she has been
She has come of age
And is at ease with herself
She is in no hurry
To squander her innocence
Her virginity will not be lost casually
Perhaps the most wondrous thing
Is that she will not recognise herself
From my descriptions
She will think it is a stranger
Which all adds to the wonderful whole
That is the lovely lady Eleanor
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 2
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a summer dress
Leaning over the handle bars
To make better progress
When gravity intervened
As if in answer to a prayer
And presented to the viewer
The most perfect pair
WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM I SAW HER
When I walked into the room
I saw her, wearing her favourite
Fleecy dressing gown
Curled up in the big arm chair
Her little feet tucked beneath her
And she was hugging a cushion
Almost as big as she
Her tiny frame
Was almost lost
In the over stuffed chair
And instantly an unabated
Wave of love washed over me
And I immediately wanted her
She was such a scrawny little thing
Barely a hundred pounds
Soaking wet
And I had seen her that way
Many times
But I loved her totally
With every fibre of my being
We had been married
For ten years now
And still she excited me
Making love to her was electric
It was like being plugged into the national grid
From the first time to the last
She was just the sexiest girl I’d ever seen
I stood over her
And stared down at her
For the longest time
She was sleeping so soundly
I didn’t really want to wake her
I should have let her sleep
But she would not have thanked me
In fact she would have been miffed
So I knelt beside her
And roused her gently
And as she stirred from her slumber
Her eyes opened and then widened
When she saw me
And she smiled me that come to bed smile
“I waited up for you
Because I’m feeling fruity”
So my sexy girl was roused and aroused
So I took her in my arms
And carried her to bed
DISH OF THE DAY – JENNIFER
Jennifer, Jennifer
A savoury dish
Made in her mothers image
To her mothers recipe
Just younger and fresher
A very delicate dish
Skin cool white
Pale then lips
Eyes eager and expressive
Plump of breast
Round rumped
Slender limbed
Tender loined
Succulent and moist
Very definitely
A perfect starter
DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA
Dear Virginia
No longer the gawky girl
Awkward and ungainly
Self conscious and ill at ease
Virginia has come of age
And is in full bloom
Once the ugly duckling
Now magnificently dressed
For sumptuous dining
Fit to adorn any table
Well-toned limbs
Golden skinned
And plump breasted
With legs invitingly trussed
Tender and succulent
A main course to suit any palate
To be savoured and devoured
JUST ENOUGH
She leant forward,
Bending at the waist,
Just enough
To tighten the fabric
Of her jeans
Shaping and defining
Her buttocks
To pert perfection
Then she leant a little further
Just enough
To expose some dusky flesh
And above her waistband
The merest glimpse
Of pale pink panties
With white lace trim
Showing seductively
Against her dusky skin
Then she straightened up
And turned towards me
Glancing in my direction
She knew I was watching
And she leant forward,
Bending at the waist,
Just enough
To fill her gaping blouse
Her breasts sitting
In pert perfection
Round and full
Encased in pink cups
With white lace trim
Showing seductively
Against her dusky skin
A hint of nipple
A glimpse of areola
Just enough
Through the tight fabric
Deliciously defined
Then she straightened up
Looking towards me
Smiling in my direction
Knowing I was watching
And liking it
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 3
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a low cut top
Whose baps almost popped out
I didn’t think they’d stop
They were such nice ones
And they were just there
So what else could I do
Except stand and stare
It was only a brief delight
Which I thought would suffice
She smiled and shook her head
As she saw me say “very nice”
Then she rode up the road
But was back in a trice
PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 4
Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In a low cut top
Whose baps almost popped out
I didn’t think they’d stop
She saw me looking
Smiled and shook her head
I smiled back, gave a shrug
To say “enough said”
The Natural World
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE EAST
When the wind is in the east,
Is the time I like the least
When the wind is in the east,
Then winter has been unleashed
WHEN MOTHER NATURE DONS
When Mother Nature dons
Her spring gown of splendour
She decorates with beauties
Normally reserved for heaven
And bestows upon the earth
Those perfect gifts from God
DAYS OUT ON THE WATER
Days out on the water
Windswept with rime
Watery sunshine above a
Putty coloured sea
As I sailed the estuary
With dad at the helm
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE NORTH
When the wind is in the north,
It blows me back and forth
When the wind is in the north,
I stay indoors thenceforth
THE FIERCE AUTUMN GALES
The fierce autumn gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The pour souls at sea
On the dark autumnal night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel its savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark autumnal night
THE SKIES OF ENDLESS AZURE
The skies of endless azure
Stretch to the distant horizon
And in fond embrace they kiss
The iridescent blue ocean
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE SOUTH
When the wind is in the south,
And the sun is in the sky
This is the time I like most well
And my spirits are very high
RICH TROPICAL SCENTS FILL THE AIR
Rich tropical scents fill the air
And are carried on the breeze
As the waters of the pacific
Lap at the sands of perfect white
THE SCENTED TROPICAL BREEZE
The scented tropical breeze
Blows offshore, gently
Carrying exotic fragrances
Of paradise out to sea
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE WEST
When the wind is in the west,
Is the time I like the best
When the wind is in the west,
I know I can shed my vest
When the wind is in the east,
Is the time I like the least
When the wind is in the east,
Then winter has been unleashed
WHEN MOTHER NATURE DONS
When Mother Nature dons
Her spring gown of splendour
She decorates with beauties
Normally reserved for heaven
And bestows upon the earth
Those perfect gifts from God
DAYS OUT ON THE WATER
Days out on the water
Windswept with rime
Watery sunshine above a
Putty coloured sea
As I sailed the estuary
With dad at the helm
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE NORTH
When the wind is in the north,
It blows me back and forth
When the wind is in the north,
I stay indoors thenceforth
THE FIERCE AUTUMN GALES
The fierce autumn gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The pour souls at sea
On the dark autumnal night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel its savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark autumnal night
THE SKIES OF ENDLESS AZURE
The skies of endless azure
Stretch to the distant horizon
And in fond embrace they kiss
The iridescent blue ocean
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE SOUTH
When the wind is in the south,
And the sun is in the sky
This is the time I like most well
And my spirits are very high
RICH TROPICAL SCENTS FILL THE AIR
Rich tropical scents fill the air
And are carried on the breeze
As the waters of the pacific
Lap at the sands of perfect white
THE SCENTED TROPICAL BREEZE
The scented tropical breeze
Blows offshore, gently
Carrying exotic fragrances
Of paradise out to sea
WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE WEST
When the wind is in the west,
Is the time I like the best
When the wind is in the west,
I know I can shed my vest
Variety
IN THE QUIET MOMENTS
In the quiet moments
I can’t remember my fathers face
I try and try but it escapes me
It seems to shift in my minds eye
Snippets of familiarity
Many facets blurring into one
Almost pixelated image
Until now I’ve never understood why
Its because in my memory
He had more than one face
There was the proud father face
The joyful Christmas morning face
The grumpy morning after face
The scolding face
The smiling face
The sad face
And for each of these faces
As we both grew older
There were age groups
He had to many faces to remember just one
So now when I want to see his face
I think of a situation and there he is
SHORT IN STATURE
Short in stature
Tall in stories
Short in grace
Long in charm
Slow in speech
Quick in boast
High in pride
Low in humility
Quick to brag
Slow in denial
Quick to arrive
Slow to leave
Slow to enamour
Quick to bore
Slow on the uptake
Quick out the door
PATRON SAINTS DAYS
St Patrick’s day
Is celebrated every where
“I’m Irish and I’m proud”
They loudly declare
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St Andrew’s day,
Wearing thistle bold,
Is marked with Scottish pride
By young and old
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St David’s day
Resplendent with daffodil
Is marked more soberly
Yet is celebrated still
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St George’s day
Comes and goes
When is it marked?
Nobody knows
The media never hesitate
To ignore attempts to celebrate
With no displays of flags and emblems
Accompanying un-played patriotic anthems
ST GEORGES DAY
Don’t bang the drum
Don’t raise a cheer
The liberals might hear
St George’s day
Must pass unnoticed
Uncelebrated
Unheeded
St George
Must remain
Unheralded
No fanfare
No flags unfurled
Lest we fall foul
Of patriotism
Or jingoism
There must be
No displays
Of Patriotic fervour
Or English pride
We must play it down
Let it pass
Lest we offend
After all this is England
LIKENED TO MY DAD
All my life, I’ve been
Likened to my Dad
A chip off the old block
Birds of a feather
Two sides of the same coin
And just the other day
I was asked
How are you different to your Dad?
I replied that I hoped
In as fewer ways as possible
In the quiet moments
I can’t remember my fathers face
I try and try but it escapes me
It seems to shift in my minds eye
Snippets of familiarity
Many facets blurring into one
Almost pixelated image
Until now I’ve never understood why
Its because in my memory
He had more than one face
There was the proud father face
The joyful Christmas morning face
The grumpy morning after face
The scolding face
The smiling face
The sad face
And for each of these faces
As we both grew older
There were age groups
He had to many faces to remember just one
So now when I want to see his face
I think of a situation and there he is
SHORT IN STATURE
Short in stature
Tall in stories
Short in grace
Long in charm
Slow in speech
Quick in boast
High in pride
Low in humility
Quick to brag
Slow in denial
Quick to arrive
Slow to leave
Slow to enamour
Quick to bore
Slow on the uptake
Quick out the door
PATRON SAINTS DAYS
St Patrick’s day
Is celebrated every where
“I’m Irish and I’m proud”
They loudly declare
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St Andrew’s day,
Wearing thistle bold,
Is marked with Scottish pride
By young and old
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St David’s day
Resplendent with daffodil
Is marked more soberly
Yet is celebrated still
The media never hesitate
To show the people celebrate
Endless Displays of flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic anthems
St George’s day
Comes and goes
When is it marked?
Nobody knows
The media never hesitate
To ignore attempts to celebrate
With no displays of flags and emblems
Accompanying un-played patriotic anthems
ST GEORGES DAY
Don’t bang the drum
Don’t raise a cheer
The liberals might hear
St George’s day
Must pass unnoticed
Uncelebrated
Unheeded
St George
Must remain
Unheralded
No fanfare
No flags unfurled
Lest we fall foul
Of patriotism
Or jingoism
There must be
No displays
Of Patriotic fervour
Or English pride
We must play it down
Let it pass
Lest we offend
After all this is England
LIKENED TO MY DAD
All my life, I’ve been
Likened to my Dad
A chip off the old block
Birds of a feather
Two sides of the same coin
And just the other day
I was asked
How are you different to your Dad?
I replied that I hoped
In as fewer ways as possible
Spiritual # 2
THE GOOD BOOK
The good book
A trusty tome
Full of comfort and succour
Hope and salvation
A reliable companion
A stalwart in adversity
A true bestseller
Sometimes contentious
Often misquoted
Frequently misused,
The devout and the atheist
Quote in equal measure
From its voluminous pages
They scour and pillage
Cherry picked passages
To support a particular stance
At times it can even satisfy
Both sides of the same argument
Inclusive and accessible to all
In the right hands
It illuminates and empowers
In the wrong hands
It divides and imposes
The bible in truth
Is full of ambiguities
And numerous contradictions
But most important of all
It contains essential truths
I DIDN’T SAY WHY ME?
When I was first diagnosed
I didn’t say why me?
I didn’t blame God
I didn’t curse him
Or hate him
Or ask the question
Why me Lord?
All my life
I have been blessed
And when good things
Happened in my life
I didn’t say “why me?”
I HAVE ALWAYS HAD FAITH
I have always had faith
An unaccountable
Unshakable faith
But only in God
My faith in him
Was a constant
The only constant
In an uncertain world
It was the Church
I had no truck with
My faith did not extend
To the institution
Of the Church
Or its instruments
Its rituals and
Mechanisms of control
I have no issue with
The Church family
Well meaning folk
One and all
Doing the great things
And the small with equal relish
They are just not for me
I chose to worship alone
Just me and my God
My Church was a quiet wood
My Cathedral a hill top
So to stand before the cross
In the old Chapel
Was a departure for me
A departure from the norm
But exceptional circumstances
Called for exceptional measures
It was an old place
An ancient place
A powerful place
A conduit to God
To amplify my faith
So I fell to my knees
In the ancient chapel
Humbling myself
Before my God
And I prayed
THE CHOIRS OF HEAVENLY HOSTS
The Choirs of Heavenly hosts
The angels, Archangels
Principalities and Authorities
The Virtues, Dominions,
Thrones or Orphanim
The Cherubim and Seraphim
The Holy Spirit
My lord Jesus Christ
And the Heavenly Father
Protect me all my days
The good book
A trusty tome
Full of comfort and succour
Hope and salvation
A reliable companion
A stalwart in adversity
A true bestseller
Sometimes contentious
Often misquoted
Frequently misused,
The devout and the atheist
Quote in equal measure
From its voluminous pages
They scour and pillage
Cherry picked passages
To support a particular stance
At times it can even satisfy
Both sides of the same argument
Inclusive and accessible to all
In the right hands
It illuminates and empowers
In the wrong hands
It divides and imposes
The bible in truth
Is full of ambiguities
And numerous contradictions
But most important of all
It contains essential truths
I DIDN’T SAY WHY ME?
When I was first diagnosed
I didn’t say why me?
I didn’t blame God
I didn’t curse him
Or hate him
Or ask the question
Why me Lord?
All my life
I have been blessed
And when good things
Happened in my life
I didn’t say “why me?”
I HAVE ALWAYS HAD FAITH
I have always had faith
An unaccountable
Unshakable faith
But only in God
My faith in him
Was a constant
The only constant
In an uncertain world
It was the Church
I had no truck with
My faith did not extend
To the institution
Of the Church
Or its instruments
Its rituals and
Mechanisms of control
I have no issue with
The Church family
Well meaning folk
One and all
Doing the great things
And the small with equal relish
They are just not for me
I chose to worship alone
Just me and my God
My Church was a quiet wood
My Cathedral a hill top
So to stand before the cross
In the old Chapel
Was a departure for me
A departure from the norm
But exceptional circumstances
Called for exceptional measures
It was an old place
An ancient place
A powerful place
A conduit to God
To amplify my faith
So I fell to my knees
In the ancient chapel
Humbling myself
Before my God
And I prayed
THE CHOIRS OF HEAVENLY HOSTS
The Choirs of Heavenly hosts
The angels, Archangels
Principalities and Authorities
The Virtues, Dominions,
Thrones or Orphanim
The Cherubim and Seraphim
The Holy Spirit
My lord Jesus Christ
And the Heavenly Father
Protect me all my days
The Love Selection # 10
WHEN THE SUMMER EVENING FALLS
When the summer evening falls
The melodic nightingale calls
This is also the lover’s time
And the perpetrators of crime
Then at the passing of the night
Lovers take cover criminals take flight
SILVER MOON ABOVE MOUNTAIN BLUE
Silver moon above mountain blue
Is there another looking at you?
Shooting star flashing across the sky
Is there another asking you why?
It is my love wishing on that star
I will find you wherever you are
I WANTED HER TO STAY IN MY ARMS
I wanted her
To stay in my arms
To be my girl for ever
But her feelings for me
Evaporated like mist
In the heat of the sun
Leaving only shadowy memories
Of passions passed
And i am alone
Unable to cry the tears
I just keep asking why
But in the hollow void
Of my empty heart
Only silence echo’s
SKIPPING STONES ACROSS THE BLUE
Skipping stones across the blue
Sharing holiday laughter and fun
When amidst the joyful splashing
It hit me like a bullet from a gun
Why was I playing childish games?
With a girl who was built to stun
So I looked at her and smiled
Took her hand and called her Hon
Then we walked barefoot in the surf
Holding hands beneath the sun
On a day neither of us would forget
When our first love had begun
IT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN # 2
It happens again and again
A simple smile and I dare to chance
That this might be the one
But alas no it’s a familiar dance
WHEN THE BURNING SUN SINKS LOW
When the burning sun sinks low
Setting the western sky aglow
And the evening shadows grow
This is the time of the amorous beau
When the summer evening falls
The melodic nightingale calls
This is also the lover’s time
And the perpetrators of crime
Then at the passing of the night
Lovers take cover criminals take flight
SILVER MOON ABOVE MOUNTAIN BLUE
Silver moon above mountain blue
Is there another looking at you?
Shooting star flashing across the sky
Is there another asking you why?
It is my love wishing on that star
I will find you wherever you are
I WANTED HER TO STAY IN MY ARMS
I wanted her
To stay in my arms
To be my girl for ever
But her feelings for me
Evaporated like mist
In the heat of the sun
Leaving only shadowy memories
Of passions passed
And i am alone
Unable to cry the tears
I just keep asking why
But in the hollow void
Of my empty heart
Only silence echo’s
SKIPPING STONES ACROSS THE BLUE
Skipping stones across the blue
Sharing holiday laughter and fun
When amidst the joyful splashing
It hit me like a bullet from a gun
Why was I playing childish games?
With a girl who was built to stun
So I looked at her and smiled
Took her hand and called her Hon
Then we walked barefoot in the surf
Holding hands beneath the sun
On a day neither of us would forget
When our first love had begun
IT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN # 2
It happens again and again
A simple smile and I dare to chance
That this might be the one
But alas no it’s a familiar dance
WHEN THE BURNING SUN SINKS LOW
When the burning sun sinks low
Setting the western sky aglow
And the evening shadows grow
This is the time of the amorous beau
Wednesday 8 August 2012
A Humourous Selection # 22
HOW OLD WAS YOUR HUSBAND?
“How old was your husband?”
Asked the undertaker
“He was “96,” she replied
“I’m two years older”
“Wow! So you’re 98
That’s amazing Mrs Boone”
Then he continued
“I will see you again quite soon”
ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT I SAID
On our wedding night
I said to my new wife
I’m going ruin you
I’ll suck the life
Out of your lovely tits
And shag your brains out
Fifty years later
I’d say that was a good shout
TWO MEN WERE TALKING IN A BAR
Two men were talking in a bar
One man asked the other one
“Do you ever look at your wife’s face?
When you’re giving her one”
“I did once and saw the anger in her face
It made me shrivel up down below”
“Why anger?” Asked the other man
“Because she was watching through the window”
MUM YOU HAVE TO HELP ME
“Mum, Mum you have to help me,
My husband Billy
He’s running around the house
Screaming hysterically
With blood dripping out of him
And I can see his brain”
“Ok don’t panic, take a deep breath
And then shoot him again”
A MAN AND WOMAN WERE TALKING
A man and woman were talking
When the man asked her a question
“You know men have many terms
For the act of male masturbation?
A hand shandy, choking the chicken
A knuckle shuffle, Jerking off
Beating the meat, having a tug
Bashing the bishop, Jacking off
Glopping or pulling the pudding
Knocking one out, having a wank
Performing an organ solo
Or giving the monkey a spank”
“Well that’s because men are pigs”
She replied in a disgusted scoff
So what do women call female masturbation
She replied, “Finishing off”
HI, I’M JOHN
“Hi, I’m John” the caller said
“Am I speaking with Donnie?”
He was a call center dude
The original foreign Johnny
ONE MONDAY MORNING TWO GUYS
One Monday morning two guys
Were talking in the coffee room
One had that Monday morning feeling
The other had no such gloom
“What are you so happy about?”
The misery asked his friend
“Well as a matter of fact I had
The most fantastic weekend”
“You know I live by the railway?
Well on my way home Friday night
I noticed a girl tied to the tracks
At first it gave me a bit of a fright”
“But I rescued the damsel in distress
Just like a Hollywood movie hero
And took her back to my place
Where one thing led to another you know”
“And we made love all weekend
In every position you can name
In every room, we did the lot
Then we did it all over again”
“That’s what I’m so happy about?”
“You lucky swine” his friend said
“Was she pretty, was she a looker”?
“I don’t know I never found her head”
I ASKED MY BROTHER WHY HE WAS SO FAT
I asked my brother why he was so fat
I think perhaps that was a mistake
Because he said, “every time I shag your wife
She gives me a slice of cake
THE MOMENT I ENTERED HER
The moment I entered her
I felt reasonable sure
I’d either just broken her hymen
Or she still had her tights on
THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE
Three children sliding on the ice
Fell on their bottoms once or twice
Three children sliding on the ice
How they enjoyed the slippery device
Until based on health and safety advice
The caretaker ruined it in a trice
WHEN THE CHILDREN WERE YOUNG
When the children were young
They just gave me a headache
Now that they’re older
They are more of a heartache
GIVE A MAN A FISH
Give a man a fish
And you’ll feed him for a day
Teach him to use the Net
And he’ll order a takeaway
“How old was your husband?”
Asked the undertaker
“He was “96,” she replied
“I’m two years older”
“Wow! So you’re 98
That’s amazing Mrs Boone”
Then he continued
“I will see you again quite soon”
ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT I SAID
On our wedding night
I said to my new wife
I’m going ruin you
I’ll suck the life
Out of your lovely tits
And shag your brains out
Fifty years later
I’d say that was a good shout
TWO MEN WERE TALKING IN A BAR
Two men were talking in a bar
One man asked the other one
“Do you ever look at your wife’s face?
When you’re giving her one”
“I did once and saw the anger in her face
It made me shrivel up down below”
“Why anger?” Asked the other man
“Because she was watching through the window”
MUM YOU HAVE TO HELP ME
“Mum, Mum you have to help me,
My husband Billy
He’s running around the house
Screaming hysterically
With blood dripping out of him
And I can see his brain”
“Ok don’t panic, take a deep breath
And then shoot him again”
A MAN AND WOMAN WERE TALKING
A man and woman were talking
When the man asked her a question
“You know men have many terms
For the act of male masturbation?
A hand shandy, choking the chicken
A knuckle shuffle, Jerking off
Beating the meat, having a tug
Bashing the bishop, Jacking off
Glopping or pulling the pudding
Knocking one out, having a wank
Performing an organ solo
Or giving the monkey a spank”
“Well that’s because men are pigs”
She replied in a disgusted scoff
So what do women call female masturbation
She replied, “Finishing off”
HI, I’M JOHN
“Hi, I’m John” the caller said
“Am I speaking with Donnie?”
He was a call center dude
The original foreign Johnny
ONE MONDAY MORNING TWO GUYS
One Monday morning two guys
Were talking in the coffee room
One had that Monday morning feeling
The other had no such gloom
“What are you so happy about?”
The misery asked his friend
“Well as a matter of fact I had
The most fantastic weekend”
“You know I live by the railway?
Well on my way home Friday night
I noticed a girl tied to the tracks
At first it gave me a bit of a fright”
“But I rescued the damsel in distress
Just like a Hollywood movie hero
And took her back to my place
Where one thing led to another you know”
“And we made love all weekend
In every position you can name
In every room, we did the lot
Then we did it all over again”
“That’s what I’m so happy about?”
“You lucky swine” his friend said
“Was she pretty, was she a looker”?
“I don’t know I never found her head”
I ASKED MY BROTHER WHY HE WAS SO FAT
I asked my brother why he was so fat
I think perhaps that was a mistake
Because he said, “every time I shag your wife
She gives me a slice of cake
THE MOMENT I ENTERED HER
The moment I entered her
I felt reasonable sure
I’d either just broken her hymen
Or she still had her tights on
THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE
Three children sliding on the ice
Fell on their bottoms once or twice
Three children sliding on the ice
How they enjoyed the slippery device
Until based on health and safety advice
The caretaker ruined it in a trice
WHEN THE CHILDREN WERE YOUNG
When the children were young
They just gave me a headache
Now that they’re older
They are more of a heartache
GIVE A MAN A FISH
Give a man a fish
And you’ll feed him for a day
Teach him to use the Net
And he’ll order a takeaway
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