May 4, 2012

 

 

 

Manner from heaven

Bread of life

Spread golden butter

With a silver knife

 

Nectar of the Gods

A harvest moon

Spread golden ambrosia

With a silver spoon

 

Fruitful vineyards

The pop of a cork

Spread golden honey

Over suckling pork

 

 

 

 

A lovely lady with so much grace,

A smile for everyone upon her face!

 

A heart of gold and always cheery,

She did her best not to be weary.

 

A sense of humour that helped her through

The loss of her man, whom she loved so true.

 

Such brilliant children who did their best

To help her survive life’s toughest test.

 

A united family, seldom seen these days,

Of unity and love and caring ways.

 

A special person, no longer here,

And for whom we all will shed a tear.

 

A life not wasted for she left behind

Memories of a special and tender kind.

 

Take strength, your Dad has paved the way,

To welcome his loved one home today.

 

 

 

 

Don’t let all the people know

your every waking plan.

Keep a little inside,

whenever you possibly can

 

 

It’s one thing being honest,

but don’t give the game away.

Being an open book,

doesn’t always pay.

 

 

Best to keep a bit inside,

and have something in reserve.

Or others will steal from under your nose.

Some people do have a nerve!

 

 

 

 

May 3, 2012

 

 

Over the gallops, romping away

Young and carefree, no one to betray

 

Approaching the hurdles, landing with ease

Not needing the whip for a little tease

 

Over the moon, jumping for joy

Captured the love of a special boy

 

 

 

 

 

It’s all to do with confidence

And how we stand up on our own.

It’s all to do with fitting in.

Not many can go it alone ! 

 

 

 

 

 

Human fields of endeavour

Stretching for many a mile

Inbuilt self-destruction

In a second it can all turn vile

 

 

April 29, 2012

 

 

It takes a while

To really fit in

Before you feel

Content within

 

It takes some time

To feel secure

And be at peace

And sure as sure

 

Slowly, you will

Get to know

The people,

As they come and go

 

Then one day

The newness gone,

With your friends

You feel at one.

 

There’ll be some,

More than others

Who you’ll feel,

Their friendship smothers

 

So keep your counsel!

Be on your guard.

And soon they will hold you

in high regard

 

 

 

 

 

Breathe the air of self importance,

Swallow your own success,

Fall in love with your mirror image,

But don’t stick around for the mess

 

 

 

Wash away these cobwebs

Let our love unfold

Take me to Utopia

Before I get too old.

 

 

 

 

Women are the new men

And who’s to say they’re wrong?

For too long men have had it all.

It’s time for a brand new song.

 

Women will not be put on!

No longer will they be held down.

It’s now the menfolk staying indoors,

Whilst the girls are out painting the town.

 

 

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