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MY CHAIR

I sit in my chair cat on lap

I wait to hear my letter box flap

I hope to get news and hear others views

And try my best not to nap.

I sit in my chair and think of the past

I have memories that will always hold fast

Times of good cheer I hold very dear

These things will stay and forever last.

I sit in my chair warm and snug

Round my knees I have a warm rug

I would like to talk or go for a walk

But often just long for a hug.

I sit in my chair with time to recall

Hear my grandfather clock chime in the hall

The days pass by some slow and some fly

Before I know spring has turned to fall.

I sit in my chair my thoughts are my own

I realise how much my faith has grown

I know it’s a must for us to trust

Those who much kindness have shown.

I sit in my chair and know it is best

To have lived my life and now have rest

To have good neighbours giving their labours

To enable me to stay in my very own nest.

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SPRING

When the days are dark I long for spring

To see what life the garden will bring

Sprouting bulbs to spy, colour for my eye

All to remove winters frosty sting.

Crocus and snowdrops come up first

They start to take away my thirst

To see winter’s end, frost damage to mend

It’s good to see the colours burst.

Daffodils dancing in the breeze

A wonderful sight to follow the freeze

To herald them in is not a sin

Even though their pollen makes me sneeze.

Planting in earnest now will start

Which really does give one heart?

To plan and design, make a garden mine

My love of colours to the world impart.

Baskets, troughs, tubs at last

Respond to the sun and bloom very fast

At last I can say with a big hurray

Winter for a while is history past.

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CHRISTMAS

Christmas comes but once a year

It brings joy happiness and cheer

That was in past ages I will now turn the pages

To show how different things are now

And why I have to wipe my brow.

Christmas Eve used to be

Full of excitement for you and me

Making paper chains with great pains

Decorating was such joy

For everyone man and boy.

Mother preparing all the veg

Keeping them cool on window ledge

Plucking the bird without a word

Feathers flying wide and high

Disappearing in the sky.

The house was alive with expectation

Watching all the preparation

Mistletoe above the door mulled wine ready to pour

The smell of baking brought us to the door

After one mince pie we wanted more.

Carol Singers sweet refrain

Fills our eyes again and again

These memories stay they don’t go away

This age old custom must never go

It really would be doom and woe.

Today is so different the spirit is lost

Cards and gifts appear early at incredible cost.

We are paying last year’s card which gets really hard

I know life goes by and time carries on

But I do remember the past that is gone.

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FORGOTTEN STANDARDS

   

I can remember not that long ago

People were happy NOT full of woe

They would lend a hand let you sit while they stand

Politeness to all they would show.

But today there’s no time

To hear a clock chime

To offer a smile only once in a while

And close their eyes to this rhyme.

Not long ago we used to care

Our neighbour’s welfare we would share

But I’m sad to say that in present day

These acts of kindness are rare.

There will come a day whatever our creed

When we will all welcome a helpful deed

So let’s open our heart and really start

To see what others may need.

If we do kind acts these will show

A pathway for others to go

So before you pass by don’t close an eye

Let your cup of kindness flow.

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TRAFFIC

When we were young the roads were bare

No rushing traffic from here to there

We were safe on our bikes and going on hikes

The air was pure for us to share.

To go for a walk was absolute pleasure

We didn’t rush we could go at leisure

Stop for the view, enjoy the great hue

Taking memories home just to treasure.

But now that our roads are packed

With vehicles closely stacked

To cross the street we need fast feet

And hope the pavement is not too cracked.

If we meet a friend to have a chat

And start to talk of this and that

We will be accused and often abused

And end up thoroughly got at.

Patience these days is rare

People are busy that’s fair

But a kindly word is not absurd

Just to let people know that you care.

We hope that drivers take heed

And keep an eye on their speed

Cause if we don’t have a car we can’t go very far

And we are not a dog on a lead.

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My Men

I have two young men in my life

They relieve my troubles and strife

They give me love far and above

That you get between husband and wife.

Three in a bed is just bliss

We snuggle together and kiss

These moments are treasured and truly measured

And something I never would miss

The trust they show makes me their slave

So I give them whatever they crave

Be it succulent fish on a silver dish

Or whatever else they may crave.

Yes Robbie and Sam are not toys

The love they give has much joy

Although they’re a pain they keep me sane

They are my beloved pussy cat boys.

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NO NAME

I know a young man with No Name

Who at times is a bit of a pain?

But he helps me a lot and he’s all that I’ve got

And he keeps me from going insane.

If he offers to help that is great

And he hardly ever comes late

But it can be the morrow followed by sorrow

Cause I’m not that patient to wait.

 

When I’m in trouble he’s there

To listen, to help and to care

He makes me tea and helps me to see

My problems are given to share.

 

His memory we know could be better

But he’s thorough right to the letter

If I’m in the wrong he makes a big song

And I have to melt like butter.

Apologies come very rare

And are all from me to be fair

But it’s true to say there will come a day

When I might just pull out his hair.

 

He comes and goes as he will

And never seems to stand still

But he gets a job done nearly in one

So he’s not yet over the hill!

 

He tests my patience a bit

But I hold my tongue and don’t spit

I give him a look which he reads like a book

And he knows that it’s time just to flit.

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Expressions

A smile a look a passing glance

There is no doubt this gives a chance

To show that that life is all about care

And allows folk to know you are ready to share

In their times of sadness worry and woe

When they feel they have no-where to go

For a listening ear, a gentle touch

Can ease the hurt and pain so much

So please show concern for others that live

There is no cost to this service we give

Remember that one day you might need too

A shoulder to cry on with no-one who

Has time to notice your trouble and strife

And your need for a friend to help with life

So look at a face and see what it shows

Behind that look no-one knows

A fixed expression could be hiding much pain

If you see nothing please look again.

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A BRAND NEW DAY    

by Shirley J. Green

Five in the morning, off goes the alarm

I get up to welcome the dawn

No one is ever the same

Some days the sky is aflame

With Orange, red & yellow lighting up the clouds.

Others with softer hues, whatever the artist allows

Patterns change in the twinkling of an eye,

Often grey clouds appear and hide the display.

Then my eyes turn to other beauty

Bushes tumbling bright blooms, vibrant plant bouquets

A squirrel rushing crazily from tree to tree,

The regally robed jay alighting nearby

A lemon-garbed spider catches my eye,

All this is the backdrop

Of the dawn chorus performance.

Harmony, counterpoint, cacophony

Rise and fall of song, Nature’s symphony.

On to the stage comes the soprano

The most petite among them all,

The wren, sweet notes trilling forth

Carried on the morning air

Her heart singing for all its worth

I thank the Creator for all of this

Then reluctantly turn away to face the day.

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THE FESTIVE SEASON

 

Oh I do love Christmas when the festive time is here

Paper chains and tinsel and a house full of good cheer

Pretty lights and silver balls adorn the Christmas tree

And there on top a fairy doll a sight for all to see.

Underneath the branches we spy packages and things

All with pretty bows and multi coloured strings.

Oh I do love Christmas Eve it’s full of expectation

And in the kitchen everywhere there’s lots of preparation,

Turkeys and chickens, gammons by the pound

Cheeses of all sorts some oblong, square and round,

Sausage rolls and mince pies the smell of all the baking

Mother with her floured hands involved in all the making.

Oh I do love Christmas Day with presents for us all

Gifts in different sizes, some short, some fat, some small,

Whatever thing we open it’s such a nice surprise

The contents mean so very much, far more than that of size

During the day we eat and eat until our Tums are full

And don’t forget the crackers from time to time we pull.

Oh I do love Boxing Day another festive time

One can visit the theatre to see a pantomime

Then there is the football, we watch our favourite team

Whether it’s on the telly or on the village green

We often spend the day to meet our friends and family

And round the fire we gather and chatter cosily.

Oh I do love New Year’s Eve another year is ending

Greetings for the year ahead people all are sending

When the clock strikes midnight we join our hands in line

And altogether sing the song For Auld Lang Syne

The New Year comes and we know not what happenings it brings

But I’m sure the time will fly as it usually does on wings.

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A MEMORY OF LOURDES

We travelled by sea, we travelled by train

All night in the darkness and sometimes in the rain,

Everyone pilgrims some well and some sick

But one without faith would be so hard to pick.

The holy town of Lourdes was our final destination

So it was with joy and hope on arrival at our station,

Some went to hotels some hospital to stay

There were buses and ambulance to show us the way.

Our beds were ready so clean and inviting

Thoughts of our week ahead were simply so exciting.

We tried to rest our weary bones after such a journey long

But through the open windows came St Bernadette’s sweet song.

The weather was hot with sometimes a shower

But this didn’t daunt us to savour each hour,

Processions and services we all did attend

All with our helpers, with caring hands to lend.

Some of our helpers were young and not so young

All of them angels their praises to be sung.

Their patience and their fortitude remained throughout the week

And never any thought of thanks did any of them seek.

We were but one big family all with a single thought

To gain some hope and guidance that all of us had sought,

While visiting the Grotto we saw the crutches hanging there

Where miracles had happened, we could but sit and stare.

We visited the baths where the healing waters were

Submerged but for a second and out with not a stir,

There was no need for towels to wipe our bodies dry

And to describe the feeling would be very hard to try.

On arrival back to Sussex we said our fond farewells,

And somewhere in the distance we could almost hear the bells.

The bells of St Bernadette by now some miles away

They seemed to say come back to us, I’m sure we will one day.