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Two weeks of sun at Xmas and new year
Palm Oasis in our nineteenth year
Always a joy around the pool we sat
Never did we think to make a friend
Called Boris the cat
The old chap was friendly and his nose had seen many battles
We called him Boris as he resembled our Prime Minister
His white fur also a mess but not so sinister
He would take his afternoon nap
Curled up on Rita's lap
Both seemed to enjoy each others friendship
Laying in the sun
Now both new friends sharing fun
Two weeks flew by lazy by the pool
But it was now over and time to go
We love you Boris and see you again in two years
You never know
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An Auld Scottish Matelot on Lockdown in Malta
The Maltese Government says we are not to go oot
A mere doddle to us auld yins who have been aboot
Cod War, Falklands, Gulf War and more
Assume NBCD state 1 condition Zulu Alpha
And shut the Fxxxing DOOR!
Get the crib board out and Uckers TOO
Trouble is her in doors has not a CLUE
I could secretly write my memoirs at NIGHT
But perhaps not as I could be in a lot of legal E
And also how do you explain your runs ASHORE
Down the Gut behind the green DOOR
A Daily Orders printed every DAY
Followed to the letter come what MAY
Call the hands would be FINE
Except being a Greenie I don’t get up till NINE!
With Australian Breakfast she has a MOAN
You have to hop up and get yer OWN
I am mess cooks every day which isn’t FUN
Except She made the roster ONE in ONE!
Still cooking isn’t her TRICK
Thank God for that as my ass would be constantly SICK
At least there is no queue for SCRAN
I have done me bag meals so escaped her fxxxing FRYING PAN
At 1700 she assumes the role of the PTI
My sports gear on and I want to CRY
On the bike for half an hour or MORE
Bloody saddle tortures my ass and I am SORE
“Don’t forget the weights” She calls, “My Dear”!
When all I want is a fxxxing BEER!
She has been knitting quite a lot in the HOOSE?
Seriously worried as it looks like a NOOSE?
Pipe Down is drawing near in the HOOSE
Terrified noo as her knitting reveals a HANGMAN’S NOOSE!
She is also the Ship’s Barber and plans to cut my HAIR
Please, please Lord End this Fxxxing NIGHTMARE!!!!
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Note: This is about me and the struggle to find out who my dad was. I was never told and at the age of 67 I had a DNA taken and found out to late he died when I was only 9. My mother even on her dying bed with cancer never told me or my family, Only a few left. This definitely gave me a lot of trust issues in my life.
A GLENCRAIG BOY
Rejoice a new- born child, welcomed into this grey and poverty world.
In Glencraig mining village before Christmas in 1951
But the wee laddie was not the chosen one.
Far from it four sisters in the family and now a son there was hope
However, another mouth to feed how would they cope.
Willie toiled all his live every night in the depths of the pit
Exchanging his health to excavate the black gold for his wealthy owners.
His wife Maggie born into an extremely hard life
But this was demanded and expected of the miner’s wife.
The eldest girls how little the new were sent away to work in service for the privilege few.
Young Margaret taken early out of school to look after the family jewel.
Young William had now idea how much she had to sacrifice.
As years flew by and housing improved Glencraig was dying and the family moved.
Ballingry a new housing estate new houses with toilet, three bedrooms a garden with fields and everything
A far cry from the Glencraig where your garden was a bing.
Glencraig village died along with the pits they never survived.
Unemployment was on the rise and families emigrated was no surprise.
Young William grew before you could blink.
He was 15 now and it was time to think?
So many questions and at home an uncomfortable place.
Hidden truths to be told but not to his face.
At school becoming so difficult to bear
The maths and English he just didn’t care
The big wide world did appeal
Far distant shores where he longed to be
And at fifteen he discovered the sea.
Being so young he needed his parent’s consent
Just to sign and give approval
This is where the story begun
“Your sister is your mum and you are her BASTARD SON”!
These words destroyed me and changed my life.
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We have no time to stop and stare.
This pandemic is everywhere.
Our lives are put on hold
as we wait for a cure to unfold.
We sit on the balcony every day
in the sun we hope and pray.
The Maltese Charm is long and gone
we pray to be back to where we belong.
To start the last chapter in our home
with family nearby and not alone.
Happiness and health are all we seek
with a trip to Wetherspoons once a week.
Rita needs to be loved at last
and forget about all that's gone in the past.
Mothers love their children every day
regardless of their faults come what may.
To be back home to the ones we love
is all we ask of the Lord above.
As Christmas is growing near
all we ask is get us out of here!
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Living in dangerous times we are told
People dying young and old
The virus has no respect for status or creed
Where is God in our time of need
He hears our prayers and sees our tears
While desperate souls live in fear
Time for a religion you may say
However, death and despair is everywhere
Families are torn apart as the leaders play
Is this a game of war the likes we have never seen
Chemical weapons and nuclear destruction there may have been
But what is happening to this world has gone beyond our worst nightmare
Just how much more pain and suffering do we have to bare
Some may say we are living at the end of times
And perhaps we should repent before we hear the chimes
A wake-up call to us all
Before we continue to stumble and fall
Man is destroying this world by his own greedy hands
Wake-up, Wake-up and share these lands
God said "Love is all we need"
Our blood is all the same when we bleed
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When I was 70 I wrote a poem whilst here at Gran Canaria but never posted it. So here it is at 72:-
FEELINGS
I wonder where the years have gone
As I sit here on my own
Facebook reminds me it's my birthday right
Many years older and headful of white.
Best wishes from far and wide
Flood in like the tide
Overwhelmed with the expressed love and care
From those that have taken time to share.
I take note of each reply
of friends and others I can justify.
This is not a popularity game I have in mind
My heart is open and always kind.
I suffered a few wounds of the physical and mental kind
Some may never heal in my heart and mind.
Yes, life is full of regrets and if onlys
But we must strive never to be lonely.
Love life, spread joy and always be kind
Then you will enjoy a healthy mind.
Smile and say hello to everyone??
Copyright © William Lamb | Year Posted 2023
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