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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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gearce
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Posted - 18/07/2009 : 07:43
Here's another short poem that appears on a plaque my daughter gave to her mother.
THANK YOU!
Our lives just seem so busy as we rush from day to day;
It's nice when someone takes the time to help along the way.
I'd like to take this chance to say, "Thanks for all you've done -
it really was so thoughtful. Thank you by the ton."
Julie Mitchell
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
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gearce
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Posted - 02/08/2009 : 05:28
THE LORD THE GOOD SHEPHERD
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.
Through the valley and shadow of death tho' I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above:
I seek by the path which my forefathers trod,
Thro' the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
James Montgomery
From a book titled Treasury of Poems, in a series Best Loved Classics published by Book Production Industries, Inc. Chicago - 1949
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 - 03/08/2009 : 02:08
Sorry! ...... I didn't think the picture would come out this big ...... The reason I had to take a picture - I can't type upside down and back to front.
Edited by - gearce on 6/08/2009 11:28
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
Sue
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Posted - 03/08/2009 : 17:18
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 !
If you keep searching you'll find it |
gearce
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Posted - 04/08/2009 : 02:03
Is that the one 'Hevin' a spree at Blackpool'? ...... One day Billy Swaddles, Dick Widdup and me ...... No I don't know the poem ...... Did some cheating ...... Looking forward to reading 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 - 05/08/2009 : 01:25
THE MUMPS
I had a feeling in my neck,
And on the sides were two big bumps,
I couldn't swallow anything
At all because I had the mumps.
And mother tied it up with a piece,
And then she tied up Will and John,
And no one else but Dick was left
That didn't have a mump rag on.
He teased at us and laughed at us,
And said whenever he went by,
"It's vinegar and lemon drops
And pickles!" just to make us cry.
But Tuesday Dick was very sad
And cried because his neck was sore,
And not a one said sour things
To anybody any more.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Source: Book 5 - Titled Best Loved Poems, in the series The Children's Hour published by Grolier 1969 Standard Book Number 7172-1350-1
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 - 06/08/2009 : 02:23
Any luck 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 - 06/08/2009 : 07:39
Gearce, give Sue a chance! She has got a life outside OG.
Stanley Challenger Graham
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stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk |
gearce
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Posted - 09/08/2009 : 05:58
CHUMS
He sits and begs; he gives a paw;
He is, as you can see,
The finest dog you ever saw
And he belongs to me.
He follows everywhere I go
And even when I swim.
I laugh because he thinks, you know
That I belong to him.
But still, no matter what we do,
We never have a fuss,
And so I guess it must be true
That we belong to us.
Arthur Guiterman
From Book 5 - Best Loved Poems in The Children's Hour Series published by Grolier, Standard Book Number 7172-1350-1
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all |
Flutterby
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Posted - 11/08/2009 : 11:06
Pansies in the garden beds,
make me think of kittens heads.
Make me think of kittens eyes,
wide with wonder and suprise .
Every little breeze that blows ,
wrinkles a little kittens nose.
I just remembered this poem from school and always loved it, dont know who ,s it is.
Kmp |
belle
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Posted - 11/08/2009 : 23:49
Tiny termite found some wood,
tasted it and found it good,
and that is why your aunty May,
fell through the parlour floor today!
Spike Milligan
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Bradders
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Posted - 12/08/2009 : 00:28
Wash the car....
It rains .
Don't wash the car...
It rains.
On the car....
It rains.
And washes the car......
Easy ! (just add soap ...it's August)
BRADDERS
BRADDERS BLUESINGER |
Stanley
Local Historian & Old Fart
36804 Posts
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Posted - 12/08/2009 : 08:08
It doesn't work Bradders. I could never understand why rain didn't wash muck off wagons....
Stanley Challenger Graham
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stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk |
gearce
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Posted - 12/08/2009 : 09:33
Last night I held a little hand, so dainty and so neat.
I thought my heart would burst, so wildly did it beat.
No other hand unto my heart could greater pleasure bring
Than the hand I held last night which was ... Four Aces and a King!
Anonymous (A poker player perhaps)
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 - 12/08/2009 : 19:53
In Mrs Tiz's copy of Mrs Beeton there is a sheet of paper with a recipe for Parkin written out by her father. He has also written the following on it but I don't know where it came from originally.
`One Old Ox'
One old ox opening oysters
Two toads totally tired trying to trot to Tutberry
Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout
Four fat frolicking friars fanning fainting fleas
Five fussy Frenchmen flying to France for fresh fashions
Six skinny Scotsmen successfully shooting snipe
Seven Severn salmon setting sail for southern seas
Eight elegant Englishmen eagerly eating eels
Nine nimble noblemen nibbling non-pareil
Ten tenpenny tinkers tinkling tenpenny tins
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