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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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Cathy
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Posted - 23/11/2009 : 07:47
Thanks for those sites Gearce, I will have a good squiz later.
All thru the fields and meadows gay .... Enjoy
Take Care...Cathy  |
gearce
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Posted - 23/11/2009 : 07:51
You're most welcome Cathy ...... I hope you enjoy
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 - 24/11/2009 : 04:53
A Parallel on Aging
Do houses age like people age?
Sometimes I think they may.
For they, like us, appear to change
With each ensuing day.
As fleeting years go rolling by,
And paint begins to peel,
The chips of wood start breaking off,
I know just how they feel.
When plumbing lines all start to clog,
And water won't go through,
I feel that I can sympathise,
For I have been there, too.
When sagging walls begin to bulge,
The rafters creak and groan,
I tell the aging, aching house
It does not stand alone.
Whoever said time heals all things
Most clearly failed to see.
Instead of healer, could not Time
Source of our problems be.
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 - 29/11/2009 : 09:07
THE CUSTOMER
"Good morning! Thanks for calling us!
We're pleased to hear from you!
Your call's important to us
So we've placed you in a queue.
Please find your account number and
Be sure it is correct.
It's twenty digits long and if you
Mis-type, I'll reject.
I'll lead you through the whole routine
Please use your touch type phone.
Press eight and follow with the hash
After you hear the tone.
If you are a new client here ..
Press two, .. if old press three.
Press four in case we've done something
With which you disagree!
You have pressed four, please wait a moment
While I transfer you ..
And please enjoy, while we play you
A symphony or two!
Our staff are all too busy now
To talk to such as you
Your call is so important that
We've placed you in a queue."
Time passes and the music lingers
On, and bye and bye ..
My cheek and ear go fast asleep,
My wrist gets R.S.I.
But wait! it may be there is hope!
I hear a ringing sound,
At last a human voice is heard
After the runaround!
"Good morning, this is ladies wear
And may we help somehow?
Complaints? .. Oh! just hang on a tick
I'll transfer you right now! ..."
"Good morning! Thanks for calling us!
We're pleased to hear from you!
Your call's important to us
So we've placed you in a queue."
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 - 08/01/2010 : 02:58
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 !
Had any luck in finding the poem Sue?
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
Stanley
Local Historian & Old Fart
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Posted - 25/01/2010 : 14:03
Poem from Margaret
Aussie Poem
The sun was hot already - it was only 8 o’clock
The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,
The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.
He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank
And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
”Typical bloody sheep,” he thought, “they’ve got no common sense,
”They won’t go through a gateway but they’ll jump a bloody fence.”
The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt
She’d stay there ‘til she carked it if he didn’t get her out.
But when he reached the water’s edge, the startled ewe broke free
And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree. He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down
If he didn’t rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim
He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.
He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks
And as he couldn’t stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.
He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam
He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam
The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip
He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn’t get a grip.
At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath
She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.
She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side
He swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.
Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed
He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.
The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away
He didn’t really think he’d get fresh scones for morning tea
But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view
For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch
The farmer yelling wildly “Come back here, you lousy bitch!”
The stock rep didn’t hang around, he took off in his car
The cocky’s reputation has been damaged near and far
So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks
Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your jocks!
Stanley Challenger Graham
Barlick View
stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk |
gearce
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Posted - 29/01/2010 : 05:37
It's an Australian Bush Poem called After Ewe by Peter Blyth
If anyone is interested in Australian Bush Poetry have a look here ...... A great selection by many authors
I find the ones by A. Nonymous very good for a laugh
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 - 05/02/2010 : 03:38
Here is a children's rhyme by an anonymous author which may well have been recited in the school playground when girls were playing with skipping ropes.
Hipperty Skipperty
Hipperty Skipperty,
Sadie McGraw
Wis dressed for the Sabbath
Sae trig an' sae braw.
Sadie McGraw wis
Sae snod an' sae trig.
Stopped tae play peevers
An' jinkie an' tig.
Hipperty Skipperty,
Fliskmahoy!
Sadie is ivver
A lass for a ploy.
At loupin' the cuddie
An' catchin' a ba'
Sadie is certie
The best o' them a'.
But eh! she is ramstam.
She loupit ower faur.
She tripped an' she tummelt
An' fell i' the glaur.
Hipperty Skipperty,
Wait till her maw
Sees whit a sicht
Is pair Sadie McGraw.
Meaning of unusual words:
Hipperty Skipperty=in a frisking, skipping fashion
Sae trig an' sae braw=so smartly dressed and so handsomely dressed
Sae snod an' sae trig=so trim and so smartly dressed
peevers=the game of hopscotch
jinkie=swift turn, in order to dodge someone
tig=a children's game where one player chases and tries to "tig" or touch the others.
loupin' the cuddie=leap frog (literally, jumping the donkey)
ramstam=headstrong, impetuous
loupit=jumped
tummelt=tumbled
glaur=mud
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
thomo
Barlick Born Old Salt
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Posted - 07/02/2010 : 14:18
Mi Grandmothers Cap.
Yo' fooak 'at are fond ov a yead-dress, 'at's fit for a Queen to put on,
Just peep at that Cap o' mi Granny's, an' foind me a better 'at con.
There's nowt varra grand abeawt it, No fithers or fleawrs can yo' see,
But then it's as tidy an' handsome, As ever a bonnet con be.
Examine id' nicely starched border, An' look at that creawn put I'th' rear;
Neaw, are no' they pratty as con be?
There's nooan so mich gaudy work theer, Yo'r new-fashioned bonnets are bonny, ''At dunno yo'r faces conceal;
But gi'e mi a cap loike mi Granny's For makin' a woman look weel.
Eh ! bless her ! Aw think aw con see her, Just teein' th' string under her chin,
An' mi Grandfayther lookin' up at her, Wi' a gradely affectionate grin;;
An' then, as if age he'd forgetten,He'd rise fro' his owd-fashioned cheer,
An', kuttlin' her ever so fondly, He'll tell her to sit her deawn theer.
Then, turnin' to me, he'd say preawdly, "Hello ! little mon, is that thee?
Theaw'rt welcome to come when theaw loiked, lad, An' peeark o' thi Grandfayther's knee;
Owd Age is a regular stunner, For knockin' us fooak eawt o' trim,
Sooa tune up, mi brid, an' sing for us. A verse o' th' owd' Evenin' Hym
Aw felt some an; preawd, aw'll assure yo', To think 'at aw med 'em so glad,
Whenever aw went theer to camp 'em, Though aw're nobbut a bit ov a lad,
Aw'd sing loike lerk when he axed mi', Then deawn upo' floor wi' mi shoon,
Aw'd caper abeawt loike a dancer, While he whistled or "diddled" a tune.
Mi Grandmother's yead would be nodin', As iv beatin' time for us; while Her face wur as pleasantas could be,
An' her cap seemed to shake eawt a smile; Nor did they forget to go wi' me, Reawndth' garden, at one side o' th' fowd'
Wheer they'd gether me appos an' berries, An' pooasies o' silver an gowd.
"Neaw off wi' thee hooam", they'd say kindly, "Dorn'd meddle wi' owt as is bad;
Say thi prayers, an' grow up to be monly; Good neet, love, an' be a good lad"
Th' last time aw went theer, o looked lonesome; Deeath hed no' left owt wo'th a rap;
Th' Owd Fooak hed booath gone to be Angels. Wi' robes white as mi Grandmother's Cap.
This is just one ot the poems written by my Greatgrandfather, one of the many Blackburn Poets.
thomo |
gearce
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Posted - 16/02/2010 : 07:14
New words - old song
Come listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed,
A poor college kid, barely kept his family fed,
But then one day he was talking to a recruiter,
Who said, "they pay big bucks if ya work on a computer..."
Windows, that is... PC's... Internet...
Well, the first thing ya know ol' Jed's an engineer.
The kinfolk said "Jed, move away from here".
They said "California is the place ya oughta be",
So he packed up his disks and moved to Silicon Valley...
Intel, that is... Pentium ... big amusement park...
On his first day at work, they stuck him in a cube.
Fed him lots of donuts and sat him at a tube.
They said "your project's late, but we know just what to do.
Instead of 40 hours, we'll work you 52!"
OT, that is... unpaid... no personal days...
The weeks rolled by and things were looking pretty bad.
Schedules started slipping and some managers were mad.
They called another meeting and decided on a fix.
The answer was simple... "We'll work him 66!"
Tired, that is... stressed out... no social life...
Months turned to years and his hair was turning gray.
Jed worked very hard while his life slipped away.
Waiting to retire when he turned 64,
Instead he got a call and escorted out the door.
Laid off, that is... debriefed... unemployed...
Now the moral of the story is listen to what you're told,
Companies will use you and discard you when you're old.
So gather up your friends and start up your own firm,
Beat the competition, watch the bosses squirm.
Millionaires, that is... Bill Gates... Steve Jobs...
Y'all come back now... ya hear!
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 - 26/04/2010 : 06:36
It has something for everyone -
If you know the bush, it will appeal to you,
if you work in the oil industry, there is something in it for you too,
but if you are not an Australian,
then it won't help your knowledge of Australian life one bit.!
Goodbye Granddad
Poor old Granddad's passed away, cut off in his prime,
He never had a day off crook - gone before his time,
We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet,
The doctor said his heart was good - fit as any trout,
The Constable he had his say, 'foul play' was not ruled out.
There were theories at the inquest of snakebite without trace,
Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space,
No-one had a clue at all - the judge was in some doubt,
When Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about,
'I reckon I can clear it up,' said Dad with trembling breath,
'You see it's quite a story - but it could explain his death.'
'This here exploration mob had been looking at our soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil,
So they came and put a down bore and said they'd make some trials,
They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about three miles.
Well, they never found a trace of oil and off they went, post haste,
And I couldn't see a hole like that go to flamin' waste,
So I moved the dunny over it - real smart move I thought,
I'd never have to dig again - I'd never be 'caught short'.
The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn't dream poor Granddad would pass away that night,
Now I reckon what has happened - poor Granddad didn't know,
The dunny was re-located, when that night he had to go.
And you'll probably be wondering how poor Granddad did his dash--
Well, he always used to hold his breath until he heard the splash!!
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 - 04/07/2010 : 04:58
A pretty young lass from Moyass
Had a truly magificent ass
Not roundy and pink
As you possibly think
It was brown, had long ears and ate grass.
Find more here
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
Cathy
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Posted - 04/07/2010 : 05:14
Goodbye Grandad, oh dear, that was a good'un. 
All thru the fields and meadows gay .... Enjoy
Take Care...Cathy |
gearce
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Posted - 04/07/2010 : 05:30
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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 !
Sue did you ever manage to find it ...... I'd like to read it
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 - 10/07/2010 : 04:07
SOME NONSENSE POETRY
1 ...
"I love myself. I think I'm grand.
I go to the pictures and hold my hand.
I put my arm around my waist.
When I get fresh, I slap my face."
2 ...
The elephant is a dainty bird,
It flits from bough to bough.
It builds its nest in a rhubarb tree,
And whistles like a cow.
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
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