Hi Lin

Thank you for asking as it has come as a surprise really well a shock actually, as I am not in the league of all the poets on here. So Yes if you can find one that you like. Thank you xxxxxxxPB

Dear Lin, you have my (embarrassed) permission. I just hope that I do not look too foolish in such august company! You also have my grateful permission to correct the inevitable spelling mistakes
I was going to propose a poem or 2 by Pebble, but I cannot find the wretched things . I do not mean that they are wretched poems. Time to keep mpouth shut now AB!

Dear Radar 47

Please can I use this -(your poem from August) in the compilation book - I love it.
Do you have anymore of your own we might include? Have you read one by somebody else and want to nominate them?

Come in, but don't expect to find
All dishes done, all floors ashine.
Observe the crumbs and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the door.
The little ones we shelter here
Don't thrive in a spotless atmosphere.
They're more inclined to disarray
And carefree even messy play.
Their needs are great, their patience small.
All day I'm at their beck and call.
It's Grandma come! Grandma see!
Wiggly worms and red scratched knees.
Painted pictures, blocks piled high.
My floors unshined, the days go by.
Some future day they'll flee my nest,
And I at last will have a rest!
Now you tell me which matters more,
A happy child or a polished floor?


Lin
xx

Can't resist this one by Bogman


A tale of sad Lothario

When he goes to visit her, he sits on a pretty chintz setee
She gets out the willow pattern and makes some China Tea.
They eat Gorgonzola cheese and the bread that she has baked
Then nibble Jammie Dodgers or a slice of fresh fruit cake

They climb beneath her sheets in the lazy afternoon
Not to get some sleep you know but to inflate a French baloon
Let’s see if we can make it last, let’s go for number three
And if you do, then ballyhoo the next one is yours for free.

That is his Monday, it’s been said he has a cheek
There are four other fine houses, he visits once a week
In one he gets his oats, in another they smoke some grass
That ageing sad Lothario, whose prowess is melting fast.

Four days he labours thus, the fifth is there for you
Resorting to little helpers, swallowing those pills of blue
He always keeps them hidden and does so with great care
Because if his wife should find them, she’d only want her share.

Going down for the third time but only coming up twice
He should listen to his muscle and take his own advice
Reading through the literature it says beware of OCD
That love and drugs and side effects are all a part of me

It’s time for you to quit, while you are still ahead
If Ashley Cole should catch you, you may as well be dead,
Your days they are numbered,it's time to hang up your gun
You know with trousers round your ankles, it’s impossible to run

Lin
xx

August was a goldmine for these poems. Turnip - I couldn't resist this - I am laughing at your wit.
Lin
xx


i wont say whether this is fact or fiction, but hopefully it is a bit amusing

sex and drugs and surface cleaner

i woke up in the health thats rude
my head awash with thoughts quite lewd
and so i quoth 'how bout it then?'
i have a way with words you ken

the missus gave a cunning grin
'if you are after wicked sin
the price for this particular wench
is a pristine kitchen bench

and a floor - its a disgrace -
upon which i can see my face
no trace of recent dinner, tea
then we can meet at half past three'

and so i set to with vigour and vim (tm)
making bright what once was dim
muscles ached and bones were sore
but it was an inspired chore

the kitchen shone like one on show
the plates as white as new laid snow
the floor reflected as if of glass
'and now for my reward my lass'

now details of what happened next
are not online or even text
but it was very nice for me
and afterward we had some tea

but post coitus root vegies are
all tristes like a trip to Spar
even with some xx action
they dont quite have full satisfaction

but making tea, all nice and neat
i felt a glow from my great feat
not that done while lying down
but the order all around

so if you want a glow thats lasts
at least until the next repast
dont try sex and drugs and sin
but clean like a mad puritan

turnip

And pebble's reply was brilliant - please can I use it Pebble?

Lin
xx

I’ll take on board your advice Turnip to polish, sweep and dust
Next time I’m overcome Sir with longing, yes and lust

Perhaps my place might need a clean
In corners very rarely seen
Or maybe I should change the bed
And make it ready for my head
To rest in my best ‘come on’ pose
All clean and fresh from toes to nose
I’ll snuggle down all comfy, cosy
Await my love – you don’t suppose he’s
Watching football on TV
His thoughts on other goals, not me
Or is he slumped within his chair
Gently snoring, should I despair
Oh no not I, for Turnip says
That there are many other ways
To ‘get that glow’, then fall asleep
Perchance to dream but always keep
Those highs of simple cleaning pleasure
Surely memories to treasure

I’ll test the theory that’s been proposed by the man in rhyme above
I’ll let you know if playing house replaces making love

I like this one annebenadette but it is not the one I was looking for - I'm looking for one you wrote about growing up in Ireland. This one is fun...so can I use it please?

Lin
xx

There is a game played in Eire
The rules could not be much fairer
You are supplied with a curved stick
The leather ball you're supposed to hit
The clash of the ash
Makes an almighty crash
Plastic is no good
It has to be of wood
If your opponent looks to attack
You turn around and give him a thwack!


I have to go now but next choice of mine will be posh bird.
Lin

I don't think the collection would be complete without this terrific little gem by Marcel. I would also ask thet the asterix's are removed and the swear words returned in all their glory!



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Iimmppoossiibblle too shhave ooor clleann mmy teethh
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Iis llikke exiistiinng iinn ann earthhquuakke
iit fruustrates mme "oohh foor f**uu**k sakke"
The oonnlly thiinng that is realllyy great
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Lin thank you for wanting one of my odes, you have certainly got my permission to use whichever you choose - a published poet at last!

Hope springs eternal,
I think that’s how it goes.
I don’t know what it means,
But maybe all hope flows…
Through our veins and arteries,
Right up to our brain,
One day we feel despondent,
Then the sun shines through the rain.
We’re all in this together,
We help others to pull through,
When I am unhappy,
Then I can talk to you.
You can take your problems
To anyone on here
They’ll help you if they can
To allay your fear.
Hope is in the doctors,
The scientists, the nurse
Hope is in your family
Your friends who hear you curse…
About your situation,
How bad it’s going to be,
But being optimistic…
That’s what holds the key.
Hope that looking forward
Will bring more good than bad,
Make you feel encouraged,
Stop you feeling sad.
Hope that in the morning
You feel better than last night,
Hope that very soon
We all will see the light.
A cure from our discomfort,
A cure to make us whole,
Hope for that and say your prayers
From the bottom of your soul.

BY Lin

Questions by Old Scarlet

You told me your news today.
Quietly, almost matter of fact.
For you to speak at all
Was, I know, difficult,
For when you spoke
The world changed.
Oh! Not a gigantic change
As when worlds collide
Nor yet the way a fresh leaf
Gently trembles in spring’s breeze,
But our world,
Our private world of you and me,
Can it – will it ever be the same?
Questions there are
That chase their tails around my head,
That I cannot answer alone.
We must have time to think,
Compose ourselves,
And answer - each to each


A Pebble Philosophy.by Bogman

I picked up a pebble on the shore
And skipped it across the water
I watched it hit one, two, three ,four
Glide and jump and then no more
It left six ripples in its wake
One for each decade
What’s done is done they seemed to say
As if it were life’s lonely metaphor.
Stop that now, be sanguine
At least you had good years
Think of those beneath bed clothes
In the straight jacket of their fears.
Confine your thought to happy times
Ignore the lumps and bumps
Think of those who lent a hand
When you manned the pumps’
The great joy you took in giving
You get back in equal amounts
Be positive in your approach
It’s what you do that counts.
This is my philosophy
The way I run this race
We are but specks upon this earth
One day a cross will mark our place.
I hope my friends speak well of me
In that way I may be judged
That despite all my shortcomings
I lived the life I loved
Each of us has the right to choose
Some lead, some just want to follow
In time the pebble will return to shore
Look forward to tomorrow.


There is a fourth poem somewhere in my memory but I cannot think who it by........It was Pebble who set me of writing my piece above.......I just think the three go together and the Old Scarlett one is both good and different enough to cause the reader to pause and..........I'm blathering but ....like them together.