Poems of 1981.







Dear Dot,
So sorry to hear about your bad thumb
Your varicose veins, and your sore throat that's numb,
But look at it this way - things could be worse
If they had to transport you about in a hearse!






Dear Sir,

Your holiday brochure looks absolute heaven
The furthest I’ve ever been to is Devon.
But I have a small query to put to you
The result of which will decide what I do:
A child sharing with two adults goes cheap rate, or free
But I’m recently widowed, leaving just my son and me.
Does this mean that if we both go away
He pays what an adult man has to pay?
For he’s only ten, and not very large
And I think you’ll agree this seems rather harsh.
It’s occurred to me that perhaps there would be
Enough space in a single, for both him and me.
For the way that I see it - it’s not my fault you see
If I have no man to share a room with me.
But I’ll quite understand if my son can’t travel free
And I guess we’ll just settle for this fair country.
But I’d be pleased to hear your comments and views
And keep fingers crossed that you’ll bring me good news.

P.S. I’m sorry this letter’s been written in verse
It’s not very good - but it could be much worse!

 


ANNIVERSARY

 Roger and Carol live next door
With Sally, Ian and Fluffy.
They always behave with the utmost good taste
And never look tatty or scruffy.

Their garden is neat - the house lovingly kept
There’s a good family atmosphere
Carol only gets drunk on the very best gin
While Roger will settle for beer.

They’ve been married now for 21 years
(And don’t seem a day too long!)
They’re two of the nicest people you meet.
Well done - still going strong.


All those lies -
those dreadful lies -
To-night I wish that I could die.
Sleep will not come - so I reflect
I wish to God we’d never met!





Dear Chummie (or Ruby...or Dot)


Thank you for the chocolates
It really was most kind
And if you bark a little bit
We really don't mind.
But the chocies were quite gorgeous
They really were a treat
And we'd like to say that, like the chocs,
We think your rather sweet







Even in times of doubt and pain
I know joy will return again.


Thank you, Lord
For eyes to see with
And a heart to be grateful.







I love this world for all it holds -
This life for all it gives
And if I should die tomorrow
I will know that I have lived.

My body is so very small
This world so very vast
And though I’ll not last forever
Nature’s gifts will always last.

Thank you, Lord, for everything
For letting my eyes see
Just how very fortunate I am
For simply being ME.







MUM:


Thank you, Mum, for loving me
As only you can do

Thank you, Mum, for sharing
All my problems when I’m blue

Thank you, Mum, for caring
Whatever I might do

And thank you, Mum, for also being
Such a good friend too.

But most of all, thank you, Mum
Just for being you





My Darling Steve ,

If it were in my power I’d take the best that life can offer man
      And gladly hand it all to you
But this is not the answer - for without first our share of pain
      Life’s happiness has no value.

Keep fighting, my pet….







MY THANKS TO A VERY DEAR FRIEND


 Gerry….

I really am a very lucky lady
To have a neighbour and a friend like you -
You share my few achievements - many failures
And you often share my deepest secrets too.

You’re a friend, a confidante, and a sister
You give much more than you can ever know
I cannot say just how much you are thought of
But you know that I will miss you when you go.

You’re the very nicest close friend I could hope for
And we have an understanding - just we two.
You’re my Gerry - you’re a very special ‘best friend’
And I’ll never find another quite like you.

With all my thanks for just being you










TERRY’S (BROWN) BIRTHDAY

Rupert Bear, and all his chums
Are having lots of jolly fun.
They’re at a party - Oh how gay!
To celebrate your birthday.
It’s lots of fun as you can see
Playing blind-man’s -bluff and He;
But Rupert’s in for quite a shock
They want to play Postman’s knock!!
So to Rupert and his pals we’ll say
So long - see you all another day.







The Good Friday (on Mikcklemoss)

 I walked alone, through marsh and peat,
With aching limb, and weary feet;
Each footstep heavier than before -
Then paused to savour what I saw.
For there, in dappled, fading light -
A solitary splendid sight;
A stag - with coat of deepest red;
With startled eye, and noble head -
Returned my gaze - locked eye to eye -
The strutted onwards, footsteps high,
I thanked my God, then journeyed on;
All weariness completely gone.






The headmaster works terribly hard
From crack of dawn, until it gets dark
With cane neatly poised
He beats little boys
Who do naughty things for a lark

From our humble office below
We hear him rage and bellow
And with knees all a tremble
We're quick to assemble
When we're chastised for working to slow

The children daren't giggle or sing
For fear of diturbing him
He's a tryrant, you see
Of the worst degree
And if you believe this you'll believe anything.







To Terry + Gerry

Tom and Gerry live next door -
(Well, almost - anyway!)
And feed and tend Moses and Oscar
When I go away.
They also put up with my son
When I’m having funv And this is just a little thanks
For all that they have done.







What cruel tricks love will play…
It offers joy - then runs away.







(when I first learnt of Richards infidelity with Liz)

Oh, those broken words
Those shattered vows,
I was yours once -
But I won’t be now


LACEY

 Lacey - my Lacey - you brought me such joy
You loved everybody, especially the boys
Such spirit, so bouncy, with ne’er a cross thought
But my heart is still weeping for your visit was short.
Perhaps your heart was just too big for one little dog
So now go and heal nicely for your new master, God.







I sense danger
I sense a flaw
In a new friendship
That could become more

He’s too nice a chap
To screw up his life
By tempting him from
His family and wife

All that I want
Is him as a friend
But I fear he feels more
So our friendship must end

And I fear I’m destined
To go through life
As ‘the other woman’
But never ‘the wife’.






Alas, alas, my heart doth bleed,
I feel your weeping, sense your need.
My soul can never quell the fire,
Of your heart’s burning desire.


My darling Love,

I love you so - mere words cannot say how much.
With all of my body,
With all of my heart,
With all of my soul,
With my very being.

I love you so very much,
But there are times when
I am so frightened of losing you again.
I would love to believe that you won’t let me down.
Please don’t tell me in words,
Tell me in time,
We have forever.
I love you.







A ghost from the past called in today -
He whispered your name - then went on his way







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