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Nigglynellie

I did not know this one, thank you. Do you have anymore?

Spanish Eyes. You might like this one or perhaps you already know it. It's called 'Nod' by Walter De La Mare.

Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.

The hedge is quick and green with brier,
From their sand the cronies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.

His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night's shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.

His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no more pain,
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
'Rest, rest, and rest again'

Glad I made you laugh Spanish Eyes...heres another gem from Oscar


Always forgive your enemies nothing annoys them so much !

Loved the two poems nigglienellie

Lets hope this thread continues, it is amazing how much variety there is and poems that I haven't heard of before

I hope this thread continues as well. I have been going through a lot of poetry books, most of which belonged to my mother,as well as 'The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations' and have found some real gems, as well as refreshing my memory at the same time!!

Exactly and we all need to exercise those little grey cells, tomorrow I'll dig out my old school poetry book, there are some good ones in there

As this is Mother's Day I thought that I would add this:


In the quiet moments when the hurt is hard to bear,
May love become your shelter,
And may the beauty of precious memories be your comfort.

To add to that That guy that does those really annoying Go Compare Adds said that his mother used to say:-

Remember son, you can have as many wives as you want, but you can only have one mother.

And if you want to find out what a nice guy he is and an opera singer, Google Wynne evans

Good morning everyone, been rather busy recently, thanks for your entries. We must keep this going as it seems that most contributors do want to do so.
so, may I suggest that we all think of a subject for each week that we could find poems, sayings etc related to the subject or would you all prefer to keep it as it is. Also does anyone write their own poems, if so why not put some on here. An other thought is that maybe some of you could compose a Royal wedding poem...please add your own suggestions.

I am going to google Wynne as suggested, from the name I am assuming he is Welsh and I must say the Welsh generally sing very well

Take care everyone I will be back later.

09.50hrs Spain

I do occasionally write my own poems the mood has to be upon me

The Local Co-op

It was all available at the local co-op
In the 50's it was our only place to shop.
A wired board cut up the cheese,
There was no Camembert or Brie,
A large lump of Cheddar was on sale every day
But pleasures were simpler, what more can I say.
We recycled bottles and used paper bags.,
Made fireside rugs made out of rags.
Broken biscuits of all types gave such pleasure
You could have all custard creams as long as it filled the measure.
Sugar in blue bags, butter cut from a block.
If there were lumps in anything it didn't matter a jot.
Mum's money for all her shopping
Ran across the ceiling in tubes without ever stopping.
Till it reached the cashier who sorted the bill,
Then sent back the tubes direct from the till.
Everyone knew everyone else in that shop,
Just another friendly place to stop.
I felt so important just being with Mum
And I never wanted to moan
Holding her hand and singing a song,
I would skip and jump all the way home

We lived in London where these memories come from

4.55pm Norfolk

Greenfingers, that's really brilliant and certainly brings back memories of an age when life seemed simpler and people seemed nicer! perhaps it was because we were children then and saw things through a childs eye. But I can remember feeling totally contented with my home made toys, cast off toys and clothes, but most of all I felt safe in what seemed to be a well ordered world of parents, uncles and aunts grandparents and cousins, I suppose it all spelt security!

Green fingers that is excellent...clever you to explain your childhood memories. I am sure that we were on the whole quite privileged to have lived in such times. The part about the cashier and the money being sent across the shop reminded me of the shop we lived near, I think it was when we lived in London. I last made my rag rugs about 20 years ago, I wonder if they will ever become a fashion item?

Tomorrow we have our Handy man and a builder coming to our house at 08 hrs to start cutting the old palms off the very large palm tree and at the same time take dozens of the overhangs off as well. We have also decided to reduce or remove the 35 evergreen trees which have grown so tall we cannot see the tops, and the fruits keep falling everywhere. They are also blocking out a great deal of light. I think we are going to be very busy deciding what to b put in place. We are surrounded by trees as the trees growing on the hill are all protected by law as are all the trees etc on the mountain so we will not be causing any great loss.
I do dread to think how or where the rubbish will go, and we have agreed to keep some of the wood for the winter months,

So if I miss being on here tomorrow you will know why.Niggle Nellie, I know exactly what you mean about the content we had in seemingly simple things for Christmas, birthday etc presents. I recall that one year about 1952 all I had for my birthday was two balls which I could play against the wall...was I dissatisfied certainly not, mum always made us a birthday cake, jelly and ice cream, sandwiches and lemonade, sometimes we had Tizer. Happy days.

Well folk time for me to go so good night

21.14 hrs Spain

computers keep crashing, the gardeners are cutting down dozens of trees and then reducing the Palm tree, the pool is full on greenery dust, dirt etc and I have to cook soon so taking this opportunity to say hello and if I am not here tomorrow it is because I cannot get on line!!!

Take care

17.17hrs Spain

Glad you enjoyed my poem...if anyone has ever been to BEAMISH there is a shop there that is just as I described...though I hasten to add I am not 100 years old !!! Strange really if you think about it...for 20 years or so things stood still, and it now looks as if we lived in the dark ages ! However, we did not need child proof locks on eveything, how did we survive !!

4.30pm Norfolk

I found this poem this morning which I'd like to share. No, Greenfingers, I've never been to Beamish, but I know what you mean about things standing still for so long and now it appears that we lived in an un recogniseable age!

Requiem, by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Nigglenellie, I really like this one,I am not sure that I have ever read this before.
Providing our Internet stays "alive" I will be back.

Hope some more people submit soon,maybe they need to be reminded!

12.45 hrs Spain

nudge

How about this one from TS Eliot

Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought ti have told you before
is really Asparagus. Thats such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually just call him Gus
His coats very shabbt, he's thin as rake,
And he suffers from palsy, that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of cats-
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time;
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For once he was a star of the highest degree -
He has acted with Irving and acted with Treee,
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell

Next verse tomorrow

someone asked me recently why i had not put any poems about nursing so this is one for today. I hope you enjoy it. I have just had a thought perhaps others could find or write poems about their working life either as an individual or one that meant something to you??

A Young Grl Dwells

I have nine patients, you are but one
I will walk five miles before I am done
Tiptoeing in and out of the rooms
Darkened and quiet like silent tombs
I try not to wake you, for there is no time
When trying to divide eight hours by nine.

Look Closer. Liz Hogben

What do we, you ask, what do we see ?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there's many of you and too few of us.
We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk,
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son,
But time is against us, there's too much to do-
Patients too many and nurses too few.
We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we're together, you'll often hear tell
Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said,
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
When we think of yours and the joy that you've had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care,
There are other old people, and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss--
There are many of you and too few of us.

Another Poem

"What is the real good?"
I asked in musing mood.

Order, said the law court;
Knowledge, said the school;
Truth, said the wise man;
Pleasure, said the fool;
Love, said the maiden;
Beauty, said the page;
Freedom, said the dreamer;
Home, said the sage;
Fame, said the soldier;
Equity, said the seer;

Spake my heart full sadly:
"The answer is not here."

Then within my bosom
Softly this I heard:
"Each heart holds the secret:
Kindness is the word."

I hope you like this.
16.48 hrs Spain

My third posting so no more from me today.


The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning

I chose this because it says how I feel today and only a few months ago I thought that I would never feel happy again. You my friends along with a fantastic husband and loving children I think I am nearly back to normal, well normal for me.
This year Easter will have a special message for me for I do have a belief and didn't Christ rise from the tomb...well if he felt as I did I at last understand what is meant by those words.
I think I will also be able to start writing again ....Wow!!!

Spain 17.00hrs