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Haven't been on here for ages

Do what we can, summer will always have its flies (hate the things they don't live long in our house!!!!!!!)

Adapted this to give to my daugher when she marries next month

It seems like only yesterday
That you were put into my arms
I looked into your lovely eyes
And promised you no harm
In that very moment I knew my dreams
Had come to life
But now you are grown up
And have become a wife
I look back upon those past years
Of all our ups and downs
Every truimph, every challenge
And how lovely you look today
In your wedding gown.
So on this day or marriage to John
Keep this feeling close at hand.
My love as your Mum will go with you,
As you wear your wedding band.
And though I miss that little girl,
Our love will never end
I'm so very proud of who you are,
My daughter and my friend

Don't do unto others as you would have them do unto you, for their tastes may be different from yours.

I wish I hadn't said that ..........

The rest of the group is fine but the singer will have to go so said Eric Easton on taking over as the Rolling Stones manager in 1962

You ain't going anywhere son. You outha go back to drivin a truck so said Jim Denny of the Grand Ole Opry to Elvis after one performance in 1954

My mistake, I thought you'd all gone!!! Really great to be able to carry on! :-)

When all is said & done, there is more said than done.

Greenfingers, what lovely words, actually brought tears to my eyes.


Val.

A Village in the Twenties.

Here children played with hoops and tops.
Ate sherbert dabs and lollipops
Bulls-eyes and liquorice boot laces.
Watched ancient brakes pass to the races.
Ladies aboard wore wide brimmed hats.
And neigbours passing stopped for chats.
Of births. and deaths and marriages.
Kings and Queens and carriages.
Coronations, ships and wars
Wine -making and household chores
Babies, hospitals and nurses
Egyptian tombs and lasting curses.
Of God and priests and church bazaars
And those new fangled motor

by RY

Rita

My MInstrels


I may have many a doubt
of Angel wings.
But my heart goes out
To birds that sing
No Matter what its kind
Of how its flight
A boon in it I find
Beyond delight.

I say Bless you my dear
Is it for me ?
So fresh , so pure, so clear
Your Melody ?
Is it because you know
You bring me bliss ?
I.d like to think it so
Maybe it is.

Whitethroat in cherry tree.
Blackbird in bush
Robin with garden glee
Mad missed -thrush
Linnets with morning mirth
Larks lost in blue.
I'd give my gain on earth
To sing like you.

So bravely to rejoice
In beauty's praise
Vast innocents to voice
In golden days
Aye, though my faith be dim
To holy words.
Maybe God cherubim
are singing birds.


R S


Rita

Thank you Val, glad to know you liked my poem

I wish I hadn't said that

an MGM talent scout said of Fred Astaire

Cant act, cant sing, balding and can dance a little

A Universal boss said about Burt Reynolds and Clint Eastwood in 1959

Mr Reynolds you have no talent. Mr Eastwood you have a chip on your tooth, your adams apple sticks out too far and you talk too slow

An Atheist is one who lives without invisible support.

Love both your poems Rita, so good to see you all back again! Greenfingers, what a tribute to your daughter, lovely poem! Dermot, I love your sayings, all SO true! all I can think of is:-

'. 'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever'.Not very original, but true none theless.
In human beings I'd say that goes for inside almost more than outside!

Caution: Never test the depth of a river with both feet.

What Is Love?
by E.J. Wallace

What is love? I heard you ask,
A pointed question,
A daunting task,
A challenge for a weary mind,
To see what gems that I may find.

What is love? My mind did say,
A caring touch?
A gentle way?
It's both of these, but so much more,
Numerous attributes, to explore.

What is love? I searched my soul,
A loving glance?
A hand to hold?
It is these things, but just one part,
Of the beauty that lies within the heart.

What is love? I asked my heart,
It seemed the best place,
Where I should start.
Is it fireworks, comets, or astral displays,
Which cause us to feel, so deeply this way?

"This is love," my heart replied,
"Listen closely to me,
And then you will see.
Love is not loud, it's a quiet sensation,
Not easily confused with infatuation."

"The beauty of love," it continued to tell,
"Is eternal endurance,
The absence of hell.
Unparalleled strength, in spite of adversity,
Protecting you with it's cloak of security."

"The gift of love," it sermonized on,
"Provides you with peace,
Like a golden-green morn.
It lives and breathes, for it is alive,
Where all your hopes and dreams reside."

What is love? You'll be glad to know,
Is the chance for two hearts,
To share and to grow.
Trust, compassion, and a listening ear,
Will dispel all your doubts, cast out all your fears.

What is love? It's simple you see,
It's essential as air,
For our souls to breathe.
It replenishes your faith, and self- esteem,
Allowing you to fulfill, all of your dreams.

When is it love? Your heart will know,
What you should do,
And where you should go.
It will guide your path, straight and true,
Be prepared for love, when it comes calling for you.

I read this poem every now again and still think it is an Inspiration
Hope you like it.

<3 :-)

The derserted Theatre.


He sat in the empty theatre
It echoed with the sound of the past
The rustle and swish of a taffeta skirt
songs from a long ago cast

The flash of a black sequined costume
The softness of feathery fans
The frothy white petticoats showing
each night
from a chorus of lovely cancans

The comic the dancer the singer.
All once took their place on the stage
The spotlight shinning upon them
Ghosts from another age.

Tomorrow the workmen are coming
to bulldoze the place to the ground
Tonight he saw no tattered theatre
But a hall full of colour and sound

He sat in the empty theatre
Dipping in memory's store
And the names and the faces and talents
Returned to that theatre once more.
JM



Rita

A diplomat must always think twice before saying nothing.

Dermot,

Where do you find thesecwonderful one liners. On reflection keep your knowledge to yourself, I look forward to reading more.

Rita thoroughly enjoyed reading The Deserted Theartre.

I haven't anything in mind at the moment so will havebto put my brain into gear.

10.23hrs Spain where the temp is nearly at 30 already. I hear that theUK is also experiencing very hot weather.

Bricks & mortar make a house, but the laughter of children inside makes a home.

loved your poem Bridget not heard that one before...so lovely to read something new :-D

Thank you Greenfingers. I was looking for inspiration for a card for my husbands birthday when I came across this. I have so many poetry books that sometimes I think I should dispose some of them, but hate throwing away books.

This is the piece I wrote in OHs card.

My love for you has no end
Care and understanding
You always extend.
Love is patient
Love is kind,
It always protects,
Always trusts, always hopes.

My love for you will never fail.

07.14hrs Spain

I hope you enjoy this.
Ways protects

When my dad was a youngster at school is younger brother was misbehaving during poetry lessons. The teacher told him to get up and recite a poem he was about eight years old and was told he probably wouldn't be able to

and Arthur said:

Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific,
Fain would I fathom thy nature specific,
Loftily poised in the ether capacious,
Strongly resembling a gem carbonaceous.

My dad said that shut the teacher up. His father had taught them all that and I was taught it as well.

When my father died on the little funeral booklet with his pictures on the front we had that verse put on the inside.

Persie