On The First of June,Nineteen Hundred and Forty Two,
Televisions Were There To View.
But, A Licence Fee You Were Made To Pay.
If You Cared To Watch Television, On This Historic Day.
On The First Of June,Nineteen Hundred And Sixty Seven.
The Long Playing Record We Had All Been Waiting For,
Was Released On This Very Day.
It Was, Of Course, The One And Only.
Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band!
On The First of June,Nineteen Hundred And Sixty Eight.
An Australian, Soap Star Was Born.
Jason Donovan Was His Name.
And Acting Was His Game!
TO-Day, The First Of June 2013,
The Best Event of The Day,
Is Yet To Be Seen!
Are You Awake?
Do You Know The Time?
No Work To-day.
Because, It's Saturday!
So, Watcha Goin' To Do With Yourself?
Wanna Stay With Me?
I Miss You, When You Are Away From Me.
Because, I Love You, Don't You See?
I Got Up Really Early, To-Day,
You Were Still Asleep!
I Crept Out Of The Bedroom.
Not Wanting To Spoil Your Sleep.
You Looked So Cute!
Just LIke A Babe.
Curled Up And Fast Asleep.
I Should Have Got The Camera Again,
And Taken One More Photo!
Well, I Might Next Week!
Great idea Blue Angel.
On the fifth of June, nineteen fifty four,
A stork came knocking on my parents door,
In her arms a baby lay,
This one's for you, they heard her say.
The babe was handed to my mother,
Her apron strings pulled by each brother,
To make her show just who was there
With sleepy eyes and yellow hair.
Dad's face lit up as he nursed his child,
Grandparents proud, stood near and smiled,
A baby girl to love and treasure,
To pamper and spoil would be their pleasure.
So here I am that babe of June,
Fifty nine has come round too soon.
No parents now to hug and kiss,
So many things about them I miss.
I love my brothers and they still care,
For that small intruder with the yellow hair!
Happy Birthday Me!!
MANY HAPPY RETURNS LIN! And don't drink too much!
ANDREA AND DREW
Far Away From The People She Knew,
Andrea Lay Next, in A Bed Next To Drew.
They Moved In Together,A Few Weeks Ago
So They Could Be As One For Evermore.
At The Age Of Sixteen, Andrea Was Scared.
But Drew Assured Her He Really Cared.
Drew Was Always So Full Of Fun.
Whilst Even Though, Andrea Was Still Young,
Andrea Was Always The Serious One.
She Was Happy With Drew,
They Were So Much In love.
They Didn't Have Much Money,
But, They Had Enough.
As The Years Passed By,
Love Continued To Grow.
And Throughout Their Lives,
They Had Children Galore!
For Many, Many Years They Were Happily Wed.
But, Then, Drew Became ill,
They Were Both Worried Until,
After Seeing A Specialist Many Times.
It Was Confirmed By A Doctor, Parkinsons Was It's Name.
With Stiffness, Some Tremor, And Difficulty In His Walk.
Drew Grew So Tired, He And Andrea Had To Talk.
They Talked For Hours, Throughout The Night.
They Needed To Do What Was Right.
Drew, Continued To Work,'til He Couldn't Do So Any more.
By This Time, Most Of The Children Were Grown And Gone.
They Lead Their Own Lives,
They Did Their Own Things.
At The Age Of Eighty Four,
Drew Sadly Passed Away.
At His Funeral,They All Had Their Say.
The Same Things Were Said,Just As They Are Now.
The Question I Ask You,
Will Things Ever Change?
Will We Find a Cure For Drew,
In Our Lifetime!
All the candles on the cake
Will never give the light you make
So 1954 must be a year to celebrate for me
A verse queen and 'our' royalty
Lady of all seasons your what we crave
So for your birthday we will rave
Blow the candles and make a wish
Because after all your still a dish!
Sometimes I Feel so Lonely,Sad And Blue.
I Feel That No-one Cares,
But, Yet I Know They Do.
I Feel That People Do Not Like Me,
If They See Me I Am Ignored.
Or, They Think I Am Too Clever When It Comes
To The Written Word.
But, I Really Am Not Like That.
Yes, Outspoken I Admit.
But, I Do Not Mind Being By Myself.
It Makes Me Feel So Happy, And So Free.
I Love Writing.
I Love Poetry.
Numbers Are Really Not my Thing.
I Adore Speaking Foreign Languages,
It Is Different, And It Is Me!
My Mum, Bless Her Soul,Always Said.
Always Be Yourself Sweetheart,and The Happier You Will Be!
It Was A Dark, Winters Night,
The Village, Finally Came Into View.
I Felt I Had Walked A Million Mile,
In fact, It Was Only Two!
I Was Just Sixteen, And I Loved The Village Life.
I Wanted To Stay There Forever.
And Be A Loving Wife.
I Had To Go Up To The Big House On The Hill,
To Tell My Boyfriend's Parents
Their Only Son Was Seriously Ill!
He Had Been Taken Sick At The Local Village Dance.
I Had Tried To Phone His Dad,
But Not A Chance!
The Weight Of The Snow,
Brought The Lines Crashing Down!
The Only Way To Let Them Know,
"Was To Walk From The Crown".
The locals Held A Dance Every Other Week
In A Large Rented Room Above A Pub.
When Kyle was Taken ill An Ambulance Was Called,
I Could Not Go With Him,
I Had To Make That Call.
The Operator Told Me The Lines Were Down,
So I Had To Walk The Long Way Around,
Avoiding The Town.
I Arrived At The Manor Cold And Wet,
I Told Them About Kyle, His Mother Wept.
Put On Lots Of Clothes And His Boots To Keep Him Dry.
When we arrived at the clinic,
News was sad.
Matron Had Tried To Call,
But The Line was Too Bad.
She Took Us To The Room,
Where My Fiance lay,
As Soon As We Saw Him,
We knew, We Must Pray!
He Was Motionless, Laying On A Bed.
With A Large White Sheet,
Covering His Whole Body,
And His Head.
We Took One Look, -
We Knew That Kyle Was Dead.
It Was The First Time In My Life I Saw A Grown Man Cry.
He Phoned His Wife, She Couldn't Talk,
The Grief Just Left Her Dry,
Unable To Talk,
We Somehow Sent A Prayer,
To Our Lord Jesus Christ,
And Asked Him, Of Kyle, To Take Care.
The Day Is Past.
I Walked Around In A Trance.
How I Wished We Had Never Gone To That Dance!"
On The Day Kyle Was Laid To Rest,
The Entire Village Was there.
I Sat By His Mum At The Front Of The Church.
I Said A Silent Prayer.
Nine Months Had Passed.
I Lay There Wracked In Pain.
A Labour of Love, Had Began Again !
At Half Past Two, That Day,
Our Daughter Was Lain In My Arms.
Exactly Nine Months
Since I Had Given In To Her Fathers Charms!
She Was Christened Kyle,
In Memory Of Her Father.
We Will All Love Her Forever,
Me, my Sister And My Mother.
Just got off the red eye from Copenhagen and catching up on rugby,
As our Lions are now in Oz, I remembered this one from down under :
Of course I love ya darlin
You're a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin' there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there
No Sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breas
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it's very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what u look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the Ruggers on
And fetch another beer..
LOVE OF AN ANGEL
I See Your Face In My Every Dream.
Your Smiling Eyes,So Full Of Wonder.
Dark, And Mysterious,
I Want To Shout Out,
"I Love You!",
In My Dream.
Your Dark Hair,
Reminding Me Of Foreign Lands.
Strong And Protective,
Lost In Wonderment And, Adoration.
I Dream Of You.
Each And Every Night.
'Neath A Starlit Sky,
I Dream My Dreams Of You.
But,Anger, Inside You,
Boils Over, Out Of Control.
In MY Dreams,I Dream OF you!
To Be With You Is Scarey,
A Chance, To Take,Or Not.
To Love Someone, I Love, So Dear.
In MY Heart, And, In My Dreams.
I Dream My Dreams Of You!
Happy Birthday Lin for Wednesday x
and to anybody else also celebrating,
My Monthly contribution,for what it's worth.
It is just hard finding the motivation
As It Is
I'm flying again
Kite high,borne upon false childish wings
I'm Trying again
Upon harps with lost and jagged,broken strings
Tears lost deep in the mists of time
Tunes blended on
In saline pools to depths almost sublime
The cask released
Creates the wasted scent of sustinence
Rich Malts unleashed
Deep rust,lost trust,encased in negative circumstance
Upon the sacrificial heart now charred
The Black sheep
To throw in his last but highest card
In waves breaking gently on that desolate shore
Only to succumb
Then linger,upon wanton lips desiring more
The milk of life,of loves seducing hope
Once milked,tightens the strong but yet miss-measured rope
The dreams once real,no longer there
Re-knotted nightmares,stretched around necks wrung in despair
In each pleasing thing,each coveted day
Downs dark poison amber
Which helps to take the pain away
In rivulets,cascading down my very being
Acknowledging what's right,yet still not completely seeing
As an internal,raging,goring beast
Then Grow!,And GRow!!,ANd GROw!!!,AND GROW!!!!
The time stops ticking once again until released
Can't see,but sense the cautioning signs
Suns rays appear
Then cast shadows clear,in dark descending lines
Into,then coursing through,pumped throbbing tar filled veins
Dark Horses rear,cavort,then veer,then snap the weakened reins
Drift into the void
The dark,enticing,spirit splicing,sinking deathly mire
Like an asteroid
On collision course
As if heaven sent,when all is spent,destructs all my desire
Many happy returns Lin. So you were born in the Marian Year.I remember well the worldwide celebrations which were supposed to be a festival for the Virgin Mary but they were really for YOU.
I like the way you set out your poem Titan.
My contribution follows.
On the morning of the day ,She woke with a prayer
Soaking in the essence of her first eighteen years
Memories came calling making her breath stutter
Those and a small trousseau is all she would take with her.
Knowing it was unlikely she would see it again
One last time round the Island to soak it all in.
At home in her kitchen her Mother prepared food
Scalding black tea, soda bread and wild mushrooms.
Over at the harbour they were preparing the boat
A curraugh rowed by two men and hell to keep afloat
Made out of cow hide and covered in black pitch
It would carry three others, some chickens and a pig.
The whole of the Island gathered down at the pier
Holding her to them asking to be remembered in prayers,
With her beloved parents she boarded the boat,
Ahead of them the prospect of six hours afloat.
Late in the afternoon with the light fading fast
They could see the harbour lights glowing in the mist.
She spied a tall young man standing statue like, frozen
This must be the one her parents had chosen.
The date of that boat journey was the 25th Feb 1925.The girls name was
Delia O'Malley. She was married the next day to James Lyons after being introduced the day before.They were my maternal grandparents. Sadly I have no memory of my grandfather as he died when I was three years old.
That is very interesting, especially to a person such as I, because I am an avid family tree tracer. I guess I have been doing this, merely as an hobby for nigh on twenty years. I have traced my fathers side of the family back to 980 approx. to one Leofwane De Clayton born in Normandy, France. Love BA x
Mine stops rather suddenly at some place called Tyburn.
My Girl, is Such a Crazy Girl,
Auburn Hair and Pony Tail,
Dances, Bare feet,To Records Of Old.
She Never Did As She Was Told!
She Has Music In Her Soul;,
She Loves To Rock 'n' Roll.
From Morning 'til night,
She never sits still,
Always On The Move,
My Beautiful, Crazy Girl!
Crazy Girl,Settle Down!
Do Your Homework!
Time For School!
Comb Your Hair,
Put On Your Shoes,
C'mon, Crazy Girl,
It's Time For School.
My Crazy, Crazy Lass.
She Dances In Class!
Never Still, Talks And Talks.
Lessons Over, Music ON !
Coming Home, Dancing Along.
Is Still In MY Soul!
I Am Still A Crazy Girl
At Sixty-One Years Old!
I Am Still That Crazy Girl
Still in My soul.
I Still Dance,
Around The House.
My Pony Tail
May Be Not So Auburn!
But, I Guess ,
I, Will Always Be!!!
And don't stop being! Enjoyed your poem, "Crazy Girl."
Was hoping it would be after midnight when I posted this; but I'm tired tonight & can't wait!So it's early wishes
Happy birthday on this the 5th day of June.
If I could sing, I'd sing to a tune.
As I cannot, I'll spare you the pain,
Just wish you best wishes again and again.
Fifty-nine is a grand young age,
Just you believe it from this older sage.
Enjoy every minute whatever you do,
Do what you like best and do it for you.
When you get up,let celebrations begin,
Have a great day, happy birthday,Lin.
A Woman Of Such Beauty Passed Me By
She Looked At Me
She Smiled At Me
She Brushed My Hand And She Walked On By
Yes She May Be OLder Now
But To Me My Angel
Will Always Be
Because Angels Never Grow OLd
And Angels Do Not Die