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gearce
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Here's a short poem which I found in a newspaper some years ago ...... It's somewhat yellowed over the years, but it is still readable.
Edited by - gearce on 5/08/2009 10:30
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all 
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Julie in Norfolk
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Posted - 23/08/2009 : 08:45
Listened last night to a programme on John Cooper Clark. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed his stuff. Well done Radio 4.
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Bruff
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Posted - 24/08/2009 : 09:08
I was ankle-deep in human waste The toilet had been clogged; Marrowbone jelly all over the place, I didn't even have a dog
There's a bit of John Cooper Clarke.
Well known for noting that he's not keen on playing gigs in Burnley, 'or anywhere else where they still point at aeroplanes and kung-fu kick telephone boxes'......
At the end of one of the episodes of the classic US drama 'The Sopranos', the episode plays out to John Cooper Clarke's 'Chickentown'.
Gained him a cult following in the States
Richard Broughton
Edited by - Bruff on 24/08/2009 09:10:45 AM
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Posted - 24/08/2009 : 14:21
Have you tried "Hovis Presley" from Bolton, sadly now deceased. I thought his obituary on R4 was a spoof, but he was real. Find him on youtube. I like "I rely on you".
I rely on you
like a Skoda needs suspension
like the aged need a pension
like a trampoline needs tension
like a bungee jump needs apprehension
I rely on you
like a camera needs a shutter
like a gambler needs a flutter
like a golfer needs a putter
like a buttered scone involves some butter
I rely on you
like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
like an HGV needs endless derv
like an outside left needs a body swerve
I rely on you
like a handyman needs pliers
like an auctioneer needs buyers
like a laundromat needs driers
like The Good Life needed Richard Briers
I rely on you
like a water vole needs water
like a brick outhouse needs mortar
like a lemming to the slaughter
Ryan's just Ryan without his daughter
I rely on you
Edited by - tripps on 26/08/2009 10:42:28 PM
Edited by - tripps on 26/08/2009 10:43:58 PM
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gearce
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Posted - 27/08/2009 : 08:33
Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue,
please cover your nose.
You sneezed on Miss Muffet
and ruined her clothes.
You sprayed Mother Hubbard,
and now she is sick.
You put out the fire
on Jack’s candlestick.
Your sneeze is the reason
why Humpty fell down.
You drenched Yankee Doodle
when he came to town.
The blind mice are angry!
The sheep are upset!
From now on use tissues
so no one gets wet!
Darren Sardelli
Source: Peter, Peter, Pizza-Eater and Other Silly Rhymes (2006) - Published by Meadowbrook Press
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
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gearce
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Posted - 02/09/2009 : 05:52
Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."
A.A. Milne
Source: When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne : Illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard : Published by Dutton Juvenile (October 31, 1988)
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
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Anni
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Posted - 05/09/2009 : 00:59
On August 19, I had to make the heartbreaking decision to let my pampered pooch go. She was ill and not responding to treatment.
A week later, a close friend of mine gave me this poem which she had written:
Megan
As I gaze into the sky, or walk along the beach
Alone now, I'll be thinking, for you I'll want to reach.
When I drive along the roads, my mind will drift away
to the times I spent with you, the fun we had each day
In times of stress and trouble, you gave to me your strength
I think of how you saved me, you went to any length
when I take a seat, overlooking where we played
my thoughts will cast a smile, as I remember every day
As a gift you came to me, when we met so long ago
I know that it was meant to be, for I was tired and hollow
when I needed your support, you were such a loyal friend
you really did so much for me, until the very end
On days of dappled sunshine, as we went upon our walks
It was only yu I'd confide in, when I needed to talk.
You listened without opinion, needing no replies
giving me your love, I saw it in your eyes.
So Megan, my special girl, I thank you for what you've done
you really helped to mend me, in those days when we had fun
Be sure I have those memories, locked within my mind
Never a more loyal friend, will I ever find.
© Suzanne Stone 2009
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Posted - 05/09/2009 : 05:36
Anni, what a good friend who knows your grief and can respond in this way. Nolic
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Stanley
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Posted - 05/09/2009 : 08:07
Losing a good mate is hard and somehow it can be worse when it's an animal. One of the glories of the human race is the ability to have relationships as deep as this with a 'dumb' animal.
Stanley Challenger Graham
Barlick View
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Cathy
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Posted - 05/09/2009 : 10:46
Anni, I hope your friends poem for Megan helps you to feel better, over time. Very special.
All thru the fields and meadows gay .... Enjoy
Take Care...Cathy |
gearce
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Posted - 08/09/2009 : 07:27
THE CHOSEN TREE.
A bird built her nest on a fair young tree,
In the midst of a beautiful wood:
She lined it with feathers and made it so soft,
As only a mother could.
Primroses grew in the long green grass
At the foot of the chosen tree;
And the scent of sweet violets filled the air,
Like odours from Araby.
There the daisy, that modest simple flower,
With its eye of golden hue,
The cowslip sweet, and the wind-flower light
And the graceful harebell grew.
And the dragon-fly, and the painted moth,
And the musical-winged bee,
And the grasshopper came with its chirping voice,
To play 'neath the chosen tree.
Not long ere three tiny heads were seen
Peeping out from their downy nest,
And oh! what a happy mother was she
That warmed them beneath her breast.
She loved them as only a mother loves,
And she sang them her songs of glee;
There were no little birds more happy than they,
In their nest on the chosen tree.
But one of this little family,
Grew tired of his mother's care,
He sat all day in sullen mood
And nought to him looked fair.
For the heart of this little bird was changed,
And he thought he should like to roam
Away o'er the fields and the high green hills,
In search of a brighter home.
Ah me! there is not a brighter home
Than that which is lighted by love;
There is no other light so divinely sweet,
Not the moon nor the stars above.
But he fled away, and he sported awhile
Amid flowers of rare perfume and hue,
And when night came on he was weary and cold,
And it rained, and the storm wind blew.
Ah, then he thought of his mother's wing,
Which had covered him tenderly:
And his little brothers so happy and good,
In their home in the chosen tree.
Then he lifted his voice, but none to hear,
The sound of his sorrow were nigh;
So he covered his head with his half-fledged wing,
And he sat on a stone to die.
Oh! never more in that beautiful wood
Was the song of his gladness heard;
And for many a day did his brothers weep
For the loss of the truant bird.
And for many a day no song of joy
Came up from his mother's breast;
She mourned for him with drooping wings,
But he came not again to his nest.
And thus my young friends from this you may learn
How even one child may be
The cause of sorrow which nought may remove
From a little family.
You each have a home in a chosen tree,
Which your parents have lined with love;
Oh cause not the shadows of grief to descend,
This beautiful light to remove.
But seek for that wisdom which comes from on high,
And that truth which shall never decay:
That heaven-born peace which the world cannot give,
Nor the world in its pride take away.
And your heavenly Father, who dwelleth above,
Will guard you wherever you be ;
He will send down the light of celestial love
To your home in the chosen tree.
Jerram.
Edited by - gearce on 8/09/2009 18:51
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
Tizer
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Posted - 08/09/2009 : 09:46
The Jerram at the end of Gearce's post prompted me to do a Google search and that led me to these interesting pictures and sculptures (click) and these `viral sculptures' (click). Isn't it marvellous what comes from spin-off like this?
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gearce
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Posted - 14/09/2009 : 03:28
If you really like reading poetry, then click here...... There is a section listing 18 different styles of poetry, with a definition and example of each ...... There are 25 categories, with a various number of poems in each, and 165 poems in total ...... And, if you like reading short stories, you'll find 5 here as well ...... Everything on the site is copyright, so I cannot copy and post any of them OGFB.
P.S. Here's another site with a collection of poems worth reading ...... It is a Christian site and the poems are indeed inspirational ...... Again, all the material is copyrighted.
Edited by - gearce on 14/09/2009 14:07
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
gearce
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Posted - 16/09/2009 : 05:20
Posted - 4/08/2009 : 02:18
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Sue wrote:
I have agood poem that my local librarian gave me , its about a group of lads, one called Widdup on a trip to Blackpool. I will have to find it and type it up here
Sue
PS I have never worked out which Widdup it is !
Any luck Sue? ...... looking forward to reading it
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
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gearce
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Posted - 24/09/2009 : 02:05
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
gearce
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Posted - 23/11/2009 : 05:19
Don't fret Is your stomach uptight
Having trouble sleeping at night
Don't fret dear, it's only old age
Is it sports that excite him
Not you with the light dim
Don't fret dear, it's only old age Is his hair line receding
You need glasses for reading
Don't fret dear, it's only old age
Does your body give you pain
Especially when there's rain
Don't fret dear, it's only old age
Does your tub have a grab bar
And your teeth a jar
Don't fret dear, it's only old age Is it pills you keep popping
And things you're always dropping
Don't fret dear, it's only old age Is your blood pressure high
And they can't find out why
Don't fret dear, it's only old age So don't get upset
This is as good as you get
Don't fret dear, it's only old age
Edited by - gearce on 23/11/2009 14:42
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