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A Special Poem For Olderfolks

A Special Poem For Older Folks


A row of bottles on my shelf
cause me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill, I have to pop
goes to my heart so it won't stop. 
A little white one that I take
goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
and tells me that I have no pain. 
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all,
go to my blood, so I won't fall.
The orange ones, big and bright
prevent my leg cramps in the night. 
Such an array of brilliant pills
helping to cure all kinds of ills
but what I'd really like to know...
Is what tells each one where to go!

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Please Do Not Weep

Do not cry, for I am with you still,
in everything you see and do,
in every gentle whisper of name.

The breeze upon the windowpane,
a sigh, in the darkest of time,
it’s not yours, but mine.

I hear you weep, please no more,
for I am just beyond the door.
Just call my name and have no fear,
Each word you say. I can hear.

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Hair Raiser

Hair Raiser

Why are there hairs in your nose Daddy?
Why are there hairs in your nose?
They grow as you get older son
That’s the way it goes.

Why are there hairs on your chest Daddy?
Why are there no hairs on mine?
Hairs on your chest come later my son
Hairs on your chest, take time.

Why are there no hairs on your head Daddy?
Why not a hair on your head?
Hair on the head is an optional Extra
Now eat up your dinner, then BED...

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Tommorow Is the First Day of My Life

Tomorrow is the first day of my life


 Today is the last
For I shed all of my past
Hopes, fear, dreams are cast
Aside
My pride...
Are gone

My hear t was broken
No words are spoken,
Just tears and sighs 
Where and why’s?
Silently
Are shed

No more, the joy of waking up
A tender kiss, a morning cup
Of sweetness, honey filled lips
Fluttering eyes and fingertips
Gentle caress
Bodies press 
No more...

But life goes on
New wars are won
I face the world anew.
This much is true
My world 
My life 
Reborn...

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Odd Words

Odd words


In days of old 
when whores were bold 
their merkins showed for fun

 False and free,
believe you me
(some were even tied in a bun)

A colporteur raved
with a bible to save
the ignorance of all around

 A barmecide he did tell
ever so well
that they were all spell bound

Bur alas it was 
a load of gas
 It was all pure lies

The merkins were fakes
 just for vanities sake.
so a word to the wise

If a colporteur you see
and asks he
try a merkin on for size

Just say leave me
 don’t look and see
for a barmecide it will be.

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Oh Princess Dear

Oh Princess dear give me a kiss. 
Simpered a snake, with a sultry hiss.
Oh princess dear just one will do,
or maybe, maybe, perhaps two?

Oh princess dear, it’s so long since,
 I was a young handsome prince.
Oh princess dear, a wicked witch,
made me a snake the nasty bitch.


Oh princess dear, I’ll tell you why
It’s so sad. Oh please don’t cry.
Oh princess dear, she wanted me,
Her loving husband to be, but...

Oh princess dear. I just could not.
So a snake she made me, on the spot. 
Oh princess dear, take pity on me
Then once again a prince I’ll be.

Princess dear, said” oh poor snake,
that is something I cannot make.
For my dear snake, there is a hitch,
You see, I am, that wicked witch.

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Thoughts

Forever 

‘Forever my love;’
he cried. ’My heart breaks in two
for the loss of you’

Not a day goes by 
When I think of times long gone,
I loved and lost.

Surprised he shouted
‘Hey, you there, are in my chair
get your bum off, now!’
 
How green the grass grows
where the daffodils bloom wild,
amongst, rocky stony ground

The house stood forlorn
 In the glorious sunshine,
she wept at the sight

‘Today is the past;
Tomorrow, another day
Is there more to say?’

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What Not

I will not sit upon my chair
nor go in to my room
 and brush it with a broom
paints put away I must
crayon sticks, chalks, dust,
  fat cats and books back.
Onions fall into a sack
crying child, six drops of rain,
fall upon his wooden train.
Dolly’s sock fits so snug
tabby crawls on mummy’s rug.
Is a dog, a him or a miss? 
Toys upstairs, got two fish,
Oh what? A to-do
What can you say without an 
E?

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Happy Days

GOLDEN DAYS
CHILDHOOD DAYS ARE LONG GONE
BUT THE MEMORIES LINGER ON
HAPPY TIMES, SOMETIMES SAD 
FRIENDS REMAIN, BEST WE HAD
HOPSCOTCH ON THE NEXTDOORS PATH
ENDURING THIER RAGE AND RATHE
KNOCK!  KNOCK!  GINGER. THAT WAS FUN
HIDING FROM EVERYONE’S MUM
PLAYING DOLLIES, PRAMS FROM OLD
SOME WE FILCHED, OTHERS SOLD
SKIPPING IN THE DOUBLE ROWS
STEPPING ONTO PEOPLES TOES
ELASTICS, STRUNG LIKE HUGE BALLS 
BOUNCING NOISILY ONTHE NEIGHBOURS WALLS
CARE FREE DAYS, PICNICS, WALKS
LISTENING TO MUMS ‘CAREFUL’ TALKS
OUT FROM EARLY DAWN TILL TEA
NEVER HAD TO WORRY ABOUT ‘ME’
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WILL REMAIN
HAPPY DAYS, HAPPY GAMES.

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Goodbye

Goodbye

I see her now as if it was yesterday
The pillows were her head once lay
Eyes filled with tears, ready to shed
Looked art me as I stood by the bed

Trembling lips that whispered words;
So quiet they were unheard
 I knew just what they were
 Just for us to share 

I turn to go turn, look back
Before my heart does crack
And tears tumble down my cheeks
No solace can I seek

How can life be so cruel to one? 
That never has any harm done
 But loved her family so long
Yet can’t be where she belongs

With a forced smile, I wave and walk
 Away; too upset to even talk
Not knowing it is the last time 
I ever see that darling mum of mine …..