BUTTERFLY SUMMER
I remember well, when we were young
And all those long halcyon days
We spent so many joyful hours
Just idling our time away
Down on her dad’s farm.
They were such happy lazy days
Swinging on that old rustic gate
Fishing in the mill pond,
Pooh sticks on the stream
And roaming the countryside
With nothing particular to do
And a world of time to do it in.
They were truly wonderful days
Pleasure filled days, innocent days,
Before the end of childhood
But that was before those amazing weeks
Of that one very special summer,
So many summers ago now,
When she transformed before my eyes,
A little more each day, into something new
Like a butterfly, emerging from its cocoon
Spreading its glorious wings in the sun
Displaying a previously unseen beauty.
A wonderful transformation
When she magically changed
From the cutely naive country girl,
An awkward and ungainly tomboy,
Into an altogether more graceful being
A beautiful young woman,
Though I was fond of the grubby faced girl
With the unruly hair, wispy and uncombed
But fondness paled and I very soon fell in love
With the beautiful butterfly that had replace her
And with the emergence of the butterfly girl
Possessed of all the wondrous beauty
Of the first flower of spring
We trod an unfamiliar path
And left our childish games behind
Taking our first tentative steps towards love,
A love that was a stranger to us, an alien thing
Yet we stepped eagerly into its turbulent sea
And immersed ourselves in its waters
We knew at once that excitement of first love
When joy was all we could see
And all of our thoughts were only for each other
Sweet moments spent in blissful adoration
Until love was burnt deeply on our souls.
Now when we walk the familiar places
Of our distant youth, as we so often do
We can stand in that very spot
Where first I beheld the butterfly
Resplendent in the sunlight
And say to her with heartfelt sincerity
That I love her still
HAIR OF CHESTNUT
Hair of Chestnut
Tumbles unchecked
Over freckled skin
In perfect complement
Like forest fronds
In a dappled glade
I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS
Do not grieve for me
Do not mourn my passing
Just remember me with a smile.
Don’t think of me as gone
Remember what we had
Think of our life as a favourite book
Do not close it and put it on the shelf
Never to be read again
Just because you hate the ending
Start to write the next chapter
Enjoy it like all the others
And don’t be sad
I will be with you always
I will be there when the wild flowers
Dance in the spring meadow
When the summer breeze moves through
A field of ripening wheat
When the morning mist of autumn
Softens the landscape
And when the winter sun
Sparkles and glints on the snow
And I will be by your side
Through your loneliest hours
I will be with you always
I will be there in the dawn
Rising with the sun
You will see me again
When the sun sets at the days end
And in the twilight hours
I will be that gentle breeze
That caress’s your cheek
On a warm summer evening
And I will be that tingle on your skin
As you lie in the quiet hours
I will be with you always
I will be there when you retrace our steps
And when you stand on the lake shore
My reflection will not be on the water
By I am still with you
When you walk in the autumn
Through the golden carpet
I will be in the dancing leaves
And when the snow lays,
Though I will leave no foot prints
I am there for these moments that were ours
I will be with you always
I will be there in the quietness of winter
Among the falling snowflakes
I will be in the dew drops
On the grassy meadow
I will be there in the warm sunlight
Of a summer’s day
I will be with you when the storm
Quickens your heartbeat
And you will feel me on your skin
In the April showers
I will be with you always
I HAVE HELD MY LOVE IN CHECK
I have held my love in check
While watching and waiting,
Cautious from the very start
Withholding romantic feelings,
And playing it safe, until the day
I find a worthy receptive heart
WHY IS IT THAT LOVES TEMPERATE FLAME
Why is it that
Loves temperate flame
Cools the bearer over time
Why is it so sweet
And yet so fleeting
And why does love
Fill a heart with joy
Yet age the lovers
Like a wilting flower
Wednesday 2 August 2017
Tales of Love # 23
BEFORE LOVE DIED
We walked together in the spring
When our love was a fresh new thing
The cherry trees were in blossom
And we thought life was awesome
Our hearts were so full we sighed
But that was before love died
In the summer we walked together
In the fine and sunny weather
Through fields of golden corn
When we parted we were forlorn
And felt a burning passion deep inside
But that was before love died
In the autumn we walked abroad
And our hearts were of one accord
We wandered thought the golden gown
And nothing could ever get us down
We felt as one when side by side
But that was before love died
When winters chill fell upon the land
We still walked together hand in hand
We played in the snow like children
Making snow angels again and again
I even asked her to be my bride
But that was before love died
We had walked hand in hand
As a life together we planned
We sat beneath a leafy oak
As of everlasting love we spoke
And we loved, laughed and cried
But that was before love died
Now I walk alone in the familiar places
Where we enjoyed our fond embraces
Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow
Places that now bring me only sorrow
Her love made me feel alive inside
But that was before love died
HAIR OF JET
Hair of jet
Falls untamed
Over alabaster skin
Stark in contrast
Like a ravens wing
Against fresh snow
I LIE IN THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN
I lie in the first light of dawn
Alone, thinking of her,
Wishing her next to me
Feeling her breath
Against my skin
Her breasts
Pressed against my flesh
In the quiet of the new day
Hearing her breathing
I ache for her touch
I long for her soft body
Against mine
In the dawns pale light
And in the darkness
I want her
I want her so much,
But she is gone
She is mine no more
Never again will my hands
Caress her form
Never again will I hear
Her murmur and sigh in pleasure
She is mine no more
My angel of the night
Has left my side
And dwells now
With others of her kind
NEVER BE SORROWED
Never be sorrowed
By love’s compromise
Don’t settle for second best,
You deserve better
So search for the one
Look into their heart
And when they look back
You will know it’s safe
To fall into their loving arms
OUR FIRST MEETING WAS BENEATH
Our first meeting was beneath
A sky of perfect blue
When a shaft of summer sun
Set your copper hair ablaze
Unspoken smiles were exchanged
Followed by silent acknowledgement
And love bloomed like a desert flower
After fall of summer rain
We walked together in the spring
When our love was a fresh new thing
The cherry trees were in blossom
And we thought life was awesome
Our hearts were so full we sighed
But that was before love died
In the summer we walked together
In the fine and sunny weather
Through fields of golden corn
When we parted we were forlorn
And felt a burning passion deep inside
But that was before love died
In the autumn we walked abroad
And our hearts were of one accord
We wandered thought the golden gown
And nothing could ever get us down
We felt as one when side by side
But that was before love died
When winters chill fell upon the land
We still walked together hand in hand
We played in the snow like children
Making snow angels again and again
I even asked her to be my bride
But that was before love died
We had walked hand in hand
As a life together we planned
We sat beneath a leafy oak
As of everlasting love we spoke
And we loved, laughed and cried
But that was before love died
Now I walk alone in the familiar places
Where we enjoyed our fond embraces
Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow
Places that now bring me only sorrow
Her love made me feel alive inside
But that was before love died
HAIR OF JET
Hair of jet
Falls untamed
Over alabaster skin
Stark in contrast
Like a ravens wing
Against fresh snow
I LIE IN THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN
I lie in the first light of dawn
Alone, thinking of her,
Wishing her next to me
Feeling her breath
Against my skin
Her breasts
Pressed against my flesh
In the quiet of the new day
Hearing her breathing
I ache for her touch
I long for her soft body
Against mine
In the dawns pale light
And in the darkness
I want her
I want her so much,
But she is gone
She is mine no more
Never again will my hands
Caress her form
Never again will I hear
Her murmur and sigh in pleasure
She is mine no more
My angel of the night
Has left my side
And dwells now
With others of her kind
NEVER BE SORROWED
Never be sorrowed
By love’s compromise
Don’t settle for second best,
You deserve better
So search for the one
Look into their heart
And when they look back
You will know it’s safe
To fall into their loving arms
OUR FIRST MEETING WAS BENEATH
Our first meeting was beneath
A sky of perfect blue
When a shaft of summer sun
Set your copper hair ablaze
Unspoken smiles were exchanged
Followed by silent acknowledgement
And love bloomed like a desert flower
After fall of summer rain
Tales of Love # 22
LOVE LETTERS IN THE LIBRARY
I entered the musty library,
Of the once great house
With its leather upholstered chairs
And oak paneled walls,
Instantly feeling at home,
So I took a seat in a chesterfield beside the fire
And in comfort I began to read
But my chosen reading was not
One of the myriad of leather bound tomes
That filled the oak shelves from floor to ceiling
Nor a rare first edition, of which there were many,
I had my choice of all the classics
With their gold embossed titles
But my selection was a collection of letters
Neatly tied in faded red ribbons
And as I began to read them
They took my breath away
For each beautifully hand written page
Was part of a remarkable love story
About a most extraordinary couple
Whose depth of love was evident
In every eloquent syllable.
As I read on, their love affair
Was revealed to me as a most exceptional love story
For this lovingly devoted couple
Who billed and cooed in copperplate
On every scented page and shared their hearts love
In unguarded detail, had never met
For they had begun to write
In the innocence of childhood
As pen pals, for a project set by School
It was a chore that had to be done
But it didn’t remain burdensome
Yet even though they had never met
Their love was evident, in fact it was palpable
In their intimate personnel correspondence,
No that’s not what it was
Correspondence did not in any form
Convey the true meaning of their substance.
The tangibility was in their Love letters
That’s the only way to say it
The flowery words of an affaire d’amour
Echoed in the calligraphy on every page
Each revealing billet doux
More affectionate, romantic and intimate
Than its passionate predecessor
They billed and cooed on every page
Each lovingly constructed sentence
Heavily laced with innuendo
And dripped with sensual longing,
Subtle yet explicit at the same time
Flavoured with delicious nuances
Flirtatious and lustful
Romantic and affectionate
A love of such perfect purity,
Not for its pureness of thought
But for the absence of any hope of physicality
For their love was star-crossed
She was an invalid, bed ridden
Stricken with polio as a child
While he was a subject of an enemy state
And because their two nations were at war
She couldn’t go to him even if her health permitted
And he was unable to go to her
For fear of capture and imprisonment
So they could never meet, would never meet
And they were content in that fact
For their love transcended the physical
So they made love via their sweet missives
A love that never faded or faltered
In an affair lasting more than forty years
Which only ended with his death
The one and only public acknowledgement
Of the lifelong love affair, was in his will
When he expressed as his dying wish
That her letters, which were so precious
To him and cherished during his life
Should be returned to his love
So that they at least should lie together
She was so broken hearted at the news
That her cherished lover had left the world
She died a week after receiving them
And they could be united at last
HAIR OF AMBER
Hair of Amber
Falls in curls
Over golden skin
In perfect complement
Like ripened corn
In a summer field
JUST A SNAPSHOT
I held a picture of her
Just a snapshot
Dog eared and faded
Posed for posterity
A picture of a young girl
In a summer dress,
A “hand me down” clearly
The pattern faded
On the much altered garment
With a fraying hem
She was a pretty girl
With a face of innocence
Framed by brown tousled hair
A naïve and unaffected girl
Unsure of her beauty
And all the more beautiful because of it
Such a wonderful snapshot
Of a perfect moment
Captured so long ago
On a perfect day
I fell in love with her that day
As my heart melted
Like the snow in spring
I love her still and I’ve loved her
Every day in between.
Tears welled in my eyes
As I looked at that picture
Of naïve innocent beauty
And they fell unchecked
As I remembered
The woman she became
And the love we shared
But then she was taken from me
So all I have left is the snapshot
And all the memories it invokes
A SEA BREEZE BLEW THROUGH OUR HAIR
A sea breeze blew through our hair
As we walked along the shore line
The waves lapped at the sand
And sunlight glinted on the water
It must have been a beautiful scene
But as we walked hand in hand
I confess I had eyes only for you
As we strolled along the beach
While waves lapped at the sand
WHERE THE CROWNS OF ANGELS GLOW
If I am the first of us to go
I will wait for you in the place
Where the crowns of Angels glow
If I go first because I lost the fight
I will be waiting with the Father
Where souls emerge into the light
If I am the first of us to go there
I will await you in lush meadows
Where sweet perfume fills the air
If I go first and leave your company
We will meet again in paradise
And be together for all eternity
If I am the first to go, allay your fears
I will be waiting in the place
Where God has banished tears
If I go before you and we must part
I will wait for you in heaven
Where sweet music soothes the heart
If I am first to go, we will meet again
In a far better place than this
Where God has banished pain
If I go first through the eternal door
You will find me with the angels
Where suffering is no more
If I am first to go by days or years
You will find me waiting there
Far beyond this vale of tears
I entered the musty library,
Of the once great house
With its leather upholstered chairs
And oak paneled walls,
Instantly feeling at home,
So I took a seat in a chesterfield beside the fire
And in comfort I began to read
But my chosen reading was not
One of the myriad of leather bound tomes
That filled the oak shelves from floor to ceiling
Nor a rare first edition, of which there were many,
I had my choice of all the classics
With their gold embossed titles
But my selection was a collection of letters
Neatly tied in faded red ribbons
And as I began to read them
They took my breath away
For each beautifully hand written page
Was part of a remarkable love story
About a most extraordinary couple
Whose depth of love was evident
In every eloquent syllable.
As I read on, their love affair
Was revealed to me as a most exceptional love story
For this lovingly devoted couple
Who billed and cooed in copperplate
On every scented page and shared their hearts love
In unguarded detail, had never met
For they had begun to write
In the innocence of childhood
As pen pals, for a project set by School
It was a chore that had to be done
But it didn’t remain burdensome
Yet even though they had never met
Their love was evident, in fact it was palpable
In their intimate personnel correspondence,
No that’s not what it was
Correspondence did not in any form
Convey the true meaning of their substance.
The tangibility was in their Love letters
That’s the only way to say it
The flowery words of an affaire d’amour
Echoed in the calligraphy on every page
Each revealing billet doux
More affectionate, romantic and intimate
Than its passionate predecessor
They billed and cooed on every page
Each lovingly constructed sentence
Heavily laced with innuendo
And dripped with sensual longing,
Subtle yet explicit at the same time
Flavoured with delicious nuances
Flirtatious and lustful
Romantic and affectionate
A love of such perfect purity,
Not for its pureness of thought
But for the absence of any hope of physicality
For their love was star-crossed
She was an invalid, bed ridden
Stricken with polio as a child
While he was a subject of an enemy state
And because their two nations were at war
She couldn’t go to him even if her health permitted
And he was unable to go to her
For fear of capture and imprisonment
So they could never meet, would never meet
And they were content in that fact
For their love transcended the physical
So they made love via their sweet missives
A love that never faded or faltered
In an affair lasting more than forty years
Which only ended with his death
The one and only public acknowledgement
Of the lifelong love affair, was in his will
When he expressed as his dying wish
That her letters, which were so precious
To him and cherished during his life
Should be returned to his love
So that they at least should lie together
She was so broken hearted at the news
That her cherished lover had left the world
She died a week after receiving them
And they could be united at last
HAIR OF AMBER
Hair of Amber
Falls in curls
Over golden skin
In perfect complement
Like ripened corn
In a summer field
JUST A SNAPSHOT
I held a picture of her
Just a snapshot
Dog eared and faded
Posed for posterity
A picture of a young girl
In a summer dress,
A “hand me down” clearly
The pattern faded
On the much altered garment
With a fraying hem
She was a pretty girl
With a face of innocence
Framed by brown tousled hair
A naïve and unaffected girl
Unsure of her beauty
And all the more beautiful because of it
Such a wonderful snapshot
Of a perfect moment
Captured so long ago
On a perfect day
I fell in love with her that day
As my heart melted
Like the snow in spring
I love her still and I’ve loved her
Every day in between.
Tears welled in my eyes
As I looked at that picture
Of naïve innocent beauty
And they fell unchecked
As I remembered
The woman she became
And the love we shared
But then she was taken from me
So all I have left is the snapshot
And all the memories it invokes
A SEA BREEZE BLEW THROUGH OUR HAIR
A sea breeze blew through our hair
As we walked along the shore line
The waves lapped at the sand
And sunlight glinted on the water
It must have been a beautiful scene
But as we walked hand in hand
I confess I had eyes only for you
As we strolled along the beach
While waves lapped at the sand
WHERE THE CROWNS OF ANGELS GLOW
If I am the first of us to go
I will wait for you in the place
Where the crowns of Angels glow
If I go first because I lost the fight
I will be waiting with the Father
Where souls emerge into the light
If I am the first of us to go there
I will await you in lush meadows
Where sweet perfume fills the air
If I go first and leave your company
We will meet again in paradise
And be together for all eternity
If I am the first to go, allay your fears
I will be waiting in the place
Where God has banished tears
If I go before you and we must part
I will wait for you in heaven
Where sweet music soothes the heart
If I am first to go, we will meet again
In a far better place than this
Where God has banished pain
If I go first through the eternal door
You will find me with the angels
Where suffering is no more
If I am first to go by days or years
You will find me waiting there
Far beyond this vale of tears
True Nature # 11
FOOTSTEPS IN THE FROST
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist conceals the sunrise,
And nestles between
The frosty shadows of the trees,
And footsteps crunch
Through the crystal patterns
Of the crisp hoar frost
THE HARVEST MOON APPEARS
The harvest moon appears
In an Amethyst sky
The centre piece
Amidst the heavenly array
Of jewelled stars on display
Where such brilliance captivates
With spiritual delight
As you stand in awe
And imagine life
Beyond the stars
IN THE DEPTHS OF PURPLE CLOUDS
In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading of the light
NARWHALE
The narwhale lived year-round
In the Arctic waters around
Greenland, Canada, and Russia
Along with its cousin the Beluga
The narwhale males fished
The waters, and are distinguished
With its long straight helical horn
Like a predatory arctic unicorn
GALES ARE DRIVING WAVES
Gales are driving waves
Against the resilient shore,
And pounding
Them on to the rocks,
While on the edge of the wind
There is distant thunder sounding
SHE WAS A REAL NATURE GIRL
She was a real nature girl
Dancing happily in the meadows
Like a flitting summer sprite
With no thought of cares and woes
As she frolic’s like a lamb all day
Till the lengthening of the shadows
ABOVE THE HORIZON
Above the horizon
The beauty of a sunrise,
Slowly emerges and
Illuminates the sky
And as it spreads into the morn
It burns red on the calm water
As a cool pleasant breeze
Drifts gently across the bay
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist conceals the sunrise,
And nestles between
The frosty shadows of the trees,
And footsteps crunch
Through the crystal patterns
Of the crisp hoar frost
THE HARVEST MOON APPEARS
The harvest moon appears
In an Amethyst sky
The centre piece
Amidst the heavenly array
Of jewelled stars on display
Where such brilliance captivates
With spiritual delight
As you stand in awe
And imagine life
Beyond the stars
IN THE DEPTHS OF PURPLE CLOUDS
In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading of the light
NARWHALE
The narwhale lived year-round
In the Arctic waters around
Greenland, Canada, and Russia
Along with its cousin the Beluga
The narwhale males fished
The waters, and are distinguished
With its long straight helical horn
Like a predatory arctic unicorn
GALES ARE DRIVING WAVES
Gales are driving waves
Against the resilient shore,
And pounding
Them on to the rocks,
While on the edge of the wind
There is distant thunder sounding
SHE WAS A REAL NATURE GIRL
She was a real nature girl
Dancing happily in the meadows
Like a flitting summer sprite
With no thought of cares and woes
As she frolic’s like a lamb all day
Till the lengthening of the shadows
ABOVE THE HORIZON
Above the horizon
The beauty of a sunrise,
Slowly emerges and
Illuminates the sky
And as it spreads into the morn
It burns red on the calm water
As a cool pleasant breeze
Drifts gently across the bay
A Mixed Bag Of Verse # 4
ONCE IN AN AGE OF INNOCENCE
Once in an age of innocence
When the maids were chaste
The body was a temple of love
On which great value was placed
Now the age of innocence is dead
Virtue is sacrificed in haste
Bodies are desecrated at will
And displayed without disgrace
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT BRIGIT
The feast day of Saint Brigit
Is an Irish National Day
When the Irish people
Celebrate Saint Brigit's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 1
One secret to a happy life
Is this, more or less
Take every opportunity to
Mind your own business.
HE WANDERED THE STREETS
He wandered the streets
Clothed in tattered rags
And shod in scruffy boots
That didn’t keep out the rain
So he turned to crime
To fill his hollow belly
And then Victorian justice
Clothed him in a ball and chain
FRIENDSHIP TIP
Don’t let a little dispute
Injure a great friendship
Swallow your pride
And quickly make up
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT ANDREW
The feast day of Saint Andrew
Is Scotland’s National Day
When the Scottish people
Celebrate Saint Andrew's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 2
One secret to a happy life
Is this and nothing more
Once a year, go somewhere
You’ve never been before.
THE PAINTER AND HIS MODEL
The painter and his model
Were smitten from the very start
And every stroke of his brush
Said “I love you with all my art”
NOT EVEN GOD
Their arrogant confidence
Was unshrinkable
In fact they considered it
To be unthinkable
For the RMS Titanic
Not to be unsinkable
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT DAVID
The feast day of Saint David
Is Wales’s National Day
When the Welsh people
Celebrate Saint David's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 3
One secret to a happy life
Is simply this in my view
If you make a lot of money,
And good fortune smiles on you
Use it to use help others
That is wealth's true value
AN ARTIST SHOULD BE ADMIRED
An artist should be admired
Treasured and inspired
And encouraged to create
Art to which we can relate
AFTER SIX LONG YEARS OF BATTLE
After six long years of battle,
Triumph came to the side of light
When the scourge of hostility ended
And Victory in Europe Day began
With joyous revelling and dancing
A new life for the country began
Then as Victory night passed,
And daylight broke through,
The peace dawned anew
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT COLUMBA
The feast day of Saint Columba
Is an Irish National Day
When the Irish people
Celebrate Saint Columba's Day
LIEUTENANT GENERAL SIR LESLIE JAMES MORSHEAD KCB, KBE, CMG, DSO, ED (18 September 1889 – 26 September 1959)
Australian schoolmaster
Of Cornish stock
Turned reluctant soldier to be
A veteran of the Great War,
Galipoli, Messines, Passchendaele,
Villers-Bretonneux, and Amiens.
After the armistice he was
A peace time businessman
Remaining active in part-time Militia.
Until the Second World War,
When he led the Australian and British troops
At the Siege of Tobruk
And at the Second Battle of El Alamein,
Achieving decisive victories
Over Rommel's Afrika Korps
A strict and demanding officer,
His soldiers affectionately nicknamed him
“Ming the Merciless”,
Later simply “Ming”
After Flash Gordon’s nemesis
He was a remarkable leader
When ordered to hold Tobruk
For 8 weeks and held for 7 months
And it is widely regarded to be the point
That Britain won the war
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT GEORGE
The feast day of Saint George
Is England’s National Day
When the English people
Celebrate Saint George's Day
ONE OF THE KEYS TO THE SONG OF LIFE
One of the keys to the song of life
Is one of the simple things that please
Such as saying “bless you”
When you hear someone sneeze
WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES IN LIFE
We all make mistakes in life
But the first step is to admit it
When you realize you've made one
Take immediate steps to correct it
LIVE A FULL AND SATISFYING LIFE
Live a full and satisfying life
Make your mark and don’t regret it
But measure your success by what
You had to give up in order to get it
Once in an age of innocence
When the maids were chaste
The body was a temple of love
On which great value was placed
Now the age of innocence is dead
Virtue is sacrificed in haste
Bodies are desecrated at will
And displayed without disgrace
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT BRIGIT
The feast day of Saint Brigit
Is an Irish National Day
When the Irish people
Celebrate Saint Brigit's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 1
One secret to a happy life
Is this, more or less
Take every opportunity to
Mind your own business.
HE WANDERED THE STREETS
He wandered the streets
Clothed in tattered rags
And shod in scruffy boots
That didn’t keep out the rain
So he turned to crime
To fill his hollow belly
And then Victorian justice
Clothed him in a ball and chain
FRIENDSHIP TIP
Don’t let a little dispute
Injure a great friendship
Swallow your pride
And quickly make up
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT ANDREW
The feast day of Saint Andrew
Is Scotland’s National Day
When the Scottish people
Celebrate Saint Andrew's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 2
One secret to a happy life
Is this and nothing more
Once a year, go somewhere
You’ve never been before.
THE PAINTER AND HIS MODEL
The painter and his model
Were smitten from the very start
And every stroke of his brush
Said “I love you with all my art”
NOT EVEN GOD
Their arrogant confidence
Was unshrinkable
In fact they considered it
To be unthinkable
For the RMS Titanic
Not to be unsinkable
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT DAVID
The feast day of Saint David
Is Wales’s National Day
When the Welsh people
Celebrate Saint David's Day
ONE SECRET TO A HAPPY LIFE # 3
One secret to a happy life
Is simply this in my view
If you make a lot of money,
And good fortune smiles on you
Use it to use help others
That is wealth's true value
AN ARTIST SHOULD BE ADMIRED
An artist should be admired
Treasured and inspired
And encouraged to create
Art to which we can relate
AFTER SIX LONG YEARS OF BATTLE
After six long years of battle,
Triumph came to the side of light
When the scourge of hostility ended
And Victory in Europe Day began
With joyous revelling and dancing
A new life for the country began
Then as Victory night passed,
And daylight broke through,
The peace dawned anew
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT COLUMBA
The feast day of Saint Columba
Is an Irish National Day
When the Irish people
Celebrate Saint Columba's Day
LIEUTENANT GENERAL SIR LESLIE JAMES MORSHEAD KCB, KBE, CMG, DSO, ED (18 September 1889 – 26 September 1959)
Australian schoolmaster
Of Cornish stock
Turned reluctant soldier to be
A veteran of the Great War,
Galipoli, Messines, Passchendaele,
Villers-Bretonneux, and Amiens.
After the armistice he was
A peace time businessman
Remaining active in part-time Militia.
Until the Second World War,
When he led the Australian and British troops
At the Siege of Tobruk
And at the Second Battle of El Alamein,
Achieving decisive victories
Over Rommel's Afrika Korps
A strict and demanding officer,
His soldiers affectionately nicknamed him
“Ming the Merciless”,
Later simply “Ming”
After Flash Gordon’s nemesis
He was a remarkable leader
When ordered to hold Tobruk
For 8 weeks and held for 7 months
And it is widely regarded to be the point
That Britain won the war
THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT GEORGE
The feast day of Saint George
Is England’s National Day
When the English people
Celebrate Saint George's Day
ONE OF THE KEYS TO THE SONG OF LIFE
One of the keys to the song of life
Is one of the simple things that please
Such as saying “bless you”
When you hear someone sneeze
WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES IN LIFE
We all make mistakes in life
But the first step is to admit it
When you realize you've made one
Take immediate steps to correct it
LIVE A FULL AND SATISFYING LIFE
Live a full and satisfying life
Make your mark and don’t regret it
But measure your success by what
You had to give up in order to get it
Saturday 11 February 2017
Love and Lust
HEAD TURNER
Every time she turns her head
All heads turn to her and she is viewed
But I am pleased to say she sees only me
And each time my desire is renewed
LOOKING VERY GOOD IN BLACK
I thought of how good she looked in black
When I saw her approaching
And anticipated the removal of the Green dress
At the end of the evening
IN HER WEDDING DRESS
In her wedding dress
His eyes watched as the sun
Danced on the silver thread.
The pattern was pure, unadulterated
Like the precious contents,
But that night his eyes alighted
On the pattern of another dress
One of shimmering silk
Whose pristine flimsiness
Stood momentarily between
Him and his expectant bride
BEAUTEOUS FLOWER
There is a great beauty
And hers was revealed
As it unfurled before me
Like the petals of a flower
Opening to the sun’s rays.
In a moment, embers,
Which had smouldered unseen
Ignited into burning fire
And that fire burned for her
And amidst that passion
Was a flaming desire
To see the petals of her
Own sweet flower
As yet unseen
WALKING HAND IN HAND
Walking hand in hand
Desire burned slow
And then a moonlight kiss
Ignites passions glow
And Nerves tingle
In baited anticipation
But he holds his roaring lust
In silence suppression
Though erotic thoughts
Bring Images of sin
And mouth-watering joys
That would soon begin
ARE YOU WEARING THAT TONIGHT?
Are you wearing that tonight?
I can’t say I’m not disappointed
You don’t normally have a hair out of place
And you are always perfumed and anointed
You haven’t bothered to get glammed up
So tonight you look like a plain Jane
I certainly don’t want to be seen with you
And you only have yourself to blame
You’ve done something out of place
And I really didn’t want to see “the girl below”
Yes I do think that it’s all over between us
But I don’t agree that I’m being shallow
Every time she turns her head
All heads turn to her and she is viewed
But I am pleased to say she sees only me
And each time my desire is renewed
LOOKING VERY GOOD IN BLACK
I thought of how good she looked in black
When I saw her approaching
And anticipated the removal of the Green dress
At the end of the evening
IN HER WEDDING DRESS
In her wedding dress
His eyes watched as the sun
Danced on the silver thread.
The pattern was pure, unadulterated
Like the precious contents,
But that night his eyes alighted
On the pattern of another dress
One of shimmering silk
Whose pristine flimsiness
Stood momentarily between
Him and his expectant bride
BEAUTEOUS FLOWER
There is a great beauty
And hers was revealed
As it unfurled before me
Like the petals of a flower
Opening to the sun’s rays.
In a moment, embers,
Which had smouldered unseen
Ignited into burning fire
And that fire burned for her
And amidst that passion
Was a flaming desire
To see the petals of her
Own sweet flower
As yet unseen
WALKING HAND IN HAND
Walking hand in hand
Desire burned slow
And then a moonlight kiss
Ignites passions glow
And Nerves tingle
In baited anticipation
But he holds his roaring lust
In silence suppression
Though erotic thoughts
Bring Images of sin
And mouth-watering joys
That would soon begin
ARE YOU WEARING THAT TONIGHT?
Are you wearing that tonight?
I can’t say I’m not disappointed
You don’t normally have a hair out of place
And you are always perfumed and anointed
You haven’t bothered to get glammed up
So tonight you look like a plain Jane
I certainly don’t want to be seen with you
And you only have yourself to blame
You’ve done something out of place
And I really didn’t want to see “the girl below”
Yes I do think that it’s all over between us
But I don’t agree that I’m being shallow
A Little Bit Of Humour # 141
I WENT INTO HOSPITAL FOR MINOR SURGERY # 11
I went into hospital for minor surgery
The staff did not fill me with confidence
As I was coming around I heard someone say
“Did anyone see where I left the instruments?”
ARE YOU WEARING CHIFFON?
Are you wearing chiffon?
So you’ve chosen style over substance
But you won’t hear me complain
As transparency tends to enhance
WE FOUND A BRILLIANT BUILDER
We found a brilliant builder
His workmanship is out of sight
The only snag is he’s Transylvanian
So he can only work at night
WHAT’S A BIDET?
While looking at a hotel website
His granddaughter asked “What’s a Bidet?”
The old soldier smiled wryly and retorted
“It’s a couple of days before D-Day”
DESICCATED SNACK POT
A new desiccated snack pot
Of dried dog and noodles
Are on sale in North Korea
They’re called Not Poodles
NEW BOND VILLAIN
There is a new Bond villain
Although the story is old
His name is Gold sphincter
And he has piles of gold
PAVLOV’S DOG AND SCHRODINGER’S CAT
I wanted a book about Pavlov’s Dog
And Schrodinger’s Cat
And I wanted it quite a lot
So I asked a librarian
And she said it rang a bell,
But she wasn’t sure if it was there or not
AU PAIR
The meaning of the term
Au pair, is a “Social equal”
So you will find your husband
Ran off with the social equal
ARE YOU WEARING A BLACK BODY STOCKING?
Are you wearing a black body stocking?
No I can assure you my tone is not mocking
And though the view may be thought shocking
It will certainly bring admirers flocking
I went into hospital for minor surgery
The staff did not fill me with confidence
As I was coming around I heard someone say
“Did anyone see where I left the instruments?”
ARE YOU WEARING CHIFFON?
Are you wearing chiffon?
So you’ve chosen style over substance
But you won’t hear me complain
As transparency tends to enhance
WE FOUND A BRILLIANT BUILDER
We found a brilliant builder
His workmanship is out of sight
The only snag is he’s Transylvanian
So he can only work at night
WHAT’S A BIDET?
While looking at a hotel website
His granddaughter asked “What’s a Bidet?”
The old soldier smiled wryly and retorted
“It’s a couple of days before D-Day”
DESICCATED SNACK POT
A new desiccated snack pot
Of dried dog and noodles
Are on sale in North Korea
They’re called Not Poodles
NEW BOND VILLAIN
There is a new Bond villain
Although the story is old
His name is Gold sphincter
And he has piles of gold
PAVLOV’S DOG AND SCHRODINGER’S CAT
I wanted a book about Pavlov’s Dog
And Schrodinger’s Cat
And I wanted it quite a lot
So I asked a librarian
And she said it rang a bell,
But she wasn’t sure if it was there or not
AU PAIR
The meaning of the term
Au pair, is a “Social equal”
So you will find your husband
Ran off with the social equal
ARE YOU WEARING A BLACK BODY STOCKING?
Are you wearing a black body stocking?
No I can assure you my tone is not mocking
And though the view may be thought shocking
It will certainly bring admirers flocking
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