It was years ago
a lonely year.
a more clunky and mechanical age,
a dial-up decade.
He sent out needy signals.
Eventually a divorced lady from
Doncaster responded.
Sensual seeds were planted.
E-mails were exchanged
together with photographs
taken years earlier.
One day, not long after
a mutual disappointment
fizzed between them
like a dying fly.
Together they dialed-out.
Categories:
doncaster, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It was a younger time,
a clunky age
a dial-up decade.
Not knowing why
or why he should not,
he sent out needy signals
into the vast unseen
seeking worlds
populated with only females.
Many were drawn into his orbit
many failed to respond.
Eventually a divorced lady from
the fabled city of Doncaster
seemed willing
to be drawn into his net.
Sensual seeds were planted
in a garden they both watered.
It was love; it was true.
By an enveloped voyaging
they exchanged
photographs taken years earlier.
For hours, a muted
disappointment fizzed and spun
around a digital cosmos;
both grew distant,
together they dialed-out,
sending new rockets of desire
unto more invisible
yet detectable applicants.
Categories:
doncaster, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Now ma mate Geoff's a Yorkshireman,
A Doncaster lad, born n bred,
Full o' fun but thick in t'ead,
Now ah can say this wi'out insultin',
'cos e's me mate an we gerron great,
Ah calls 'im rotten when we're in t'shop,
an 'e gi's it back, n thinks 'e's on top.
I'm a Lancashire lad, born n bred,
'e sez ahm same, thick in t'ead,
Insults we chuck alt' time at each other,
But Ah loves 'im like 'e were me brother.
Anyone comes wi' insult for 'im
As ter get past me an' that would be grim.
Ah banter is fun an' nowt else tha' see,
Ah jabs at 'im an' e' jabs at me.
So don't get t' thinkin' as Roses War's still on,
When we as a go, it's just fer ah fun.
© Dave Timperley 2012
Categories:
doncaster, friendship, funny, life, social,
Form: Rhyme
There’s a lady I know who lives in Doncaster town
She’s the one to visit if you’re ever feeling down
Joan will cheer you up with her jokes and stuff
You won’t feel sad even when you’re feeling rough
I like to go and see her she is so wise and kind
Not many people left like that now you will find
Joan is of the old school she is great to be with
She has a lot of wisdom and knowledge to give
A great cook and hostess when we visit her home
In between our visits Sandy calls her on the phone
Such a wonderful lady you could ever hope to meet
If you ever get to see her you are in for a treat
Thank you Joan, Sandy’s mum you are great
You’re not just Sandy’s mum you are a mate
I can’t thank you enough for everything you do
Sandy’s mum Joan, we will always love you
Categories:
doncaster, love
Form: Rhyme