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I thought you all might like this, again from 'A Shropshire Lad'

When I was one and twenty
I heard a wise man say,
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free;
But I was one and twenty,
No use to speak to me.

When I was one and twenty
I heard him say again,
'The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue;
And I am two and twenty,
And oh, tis true tis true.

Agatha, welcome to our board and thank you for your posting I hope we hear more from you.
NigglieNellie re The Shropshire Lad, thanks for the posting, itmade me think that I may read it again.

Hope everyone is in good health, must send a measage to Harry we haven't heard from him for a while.

good night, for now

Bridget 20.57 hrs Spain

a quote here, rather than a poem --

I could not love thee, dear, so much
loved I not honor more.

Ah, jeremia etc I thank you for the quote, which brought back such memories.

Please post more as we really enjoy newer people to our thread, bringing a different set of quotes etc.

I am trying to find a piece for my son and daughter in laws marriage blessing, he is an Army Officer, and she comes from a very well known family in nor ten Ireland who fully understand army life.

So any suggestions would be great fully received from anyone who reads this thread

Hope that everyone is in good health

20.27 hrs Spain

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I found this today, while breaking rule 3.

Ten Commandments for reducing stress.

1. Thou shalt not be perfect or even try to be.
2. Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people
3. Thou shalt leave things undone that ought to be done.
4. Thou shalt not spread too thyself too thinly.
5. Thou shalt learn to say no.
6. Thou shalt schedule time for thyself and thy supportive network.
7. Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly.
8. Thou shalt be boring, inelegant, untidy and unattractive at times.
9. Thou shalt not even feel guilty.
10. Especially thou shalt not be thine own worst enemy but be thy best friend,.


I excel at rules 1, 3, 7 and 8.

I don't know the author.



sorry about the big space. technical problem.

carol

TOM THUMB'S EPITAPH

Here lies Tom Thumb, King Arthur's Knight,
Who died by a spider's cruel bite;
He was well known in Arthur's court,
Where he afforded gallant sport;
He rode at tilt and tournament'
And on a mouse a-hunting went.
Alive, he filled the court with mirth;
His death to sorrow soon gave birth.
Wipe, Wipe your eyes and shake your head
And cry "Alas! Tom Thumb is dead!"

Anonymous

Agatha,I've not seen this one before and I really like it! I've found this in 'The Dragon Book of Verse' called 'O Hush Thee My Babie' by Walter Scott.

O hush thee , my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.

O hush thee my babie, thy time will soon come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife come with manhood, and waking with day.

Personally. I am a fan of Kahlil Gibran and contributed many times to Joy,s excellent thread on him There may be some of his work on here, but if so I missed them.

As a new member I have a difficulty. You cannot post a comment on one poem (say the excellent 'follow me') and not on all submissions (if you don't the inference is that you don't like them).

Poems you love, usually have a personal touch about them. That is the case with this one. It didn't come with a title,but let's just say that this old man would call it "the love that could never be"

Because I liked you better,
Than suits a man to say;
It irked you and I promised,
To throw the thought away.

To put the world between us,
We parted, stiff and dry;
"Goodbye" said you, "Forget me",
"I will, no fear" said I.

If here, where clover whitens,
The dead man's knoll you pass;
And no tall flower to meet you,
Starts in the trefoiled grass.

Halt by the headstone naming,
The heart no longer stirred;
And say the lad that loved you,
Was one that kept his word.

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Happy days

Yes, Harry, make a corporate comment, I have done this look back and see who put in and mention their name. I loved all the above new ones, had heard the Tom Thumb one before, but not for a long while.

Will try to post tommorrow


1pm UK Norfolk

please would someone wipe off my post before someone officious complains about the big gap. Thank you'

from Georgina

I found this today, while breaking rule 3.

Ten Commandments for reducing stress.

1. Thou shalt not be perfect or even try to be.
2. Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people
3. Thou shalt leave things undone that ought to be done.
4. Thou shalt not spread too thyself too thinly.
5. Thou shalt learn to say no.
6. Thou shalt schedule time for thyself and thy supportive network.
7. Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly.
8. Thou shalt be boring, inelegant, untidy and unattractive at times.
9. Thou shalt not even feel guilty.
10. Especially thou shalt not be thine own worst enemy but be thy best friend,.


I excel at rules 1, 3, 7 and 8.

I don't know the author.


carol
I have moved this for Georgina as I could not delete her thread. I often have problems and people help me so thought this may put Georgina at rest, so hope to hear from her gain.

Bridget

Georgina I believe you are the only person who can delete yor message by using the delete on yor message, Hope that makes sense

Good morning everyone,

I have just brewed my first coffee of the day, the birds are having a good chat, I can hear the fishermen leaving port to go and find today's catch, it has stopped raining for a while and it is still very chilly for this time of the year. The sea is grey, the castle looks dull, Jet and Joe have pocked their noses out into the garden for all of 30 seconds and are back in their bed sleeping.

I hope that the weather is better in your part of the world!

I do not have a poem, saying, etc in my mind at the moment, so will have to seek some divine intervention! It may be a poem or saying about The worst meal I have had.!! Reasons why will be sent when I find or recall a suitable poem or saying.

06.53 hrs Spain

Does anyone know the genealogy poem about regretting not having listened to the mother's stories of relatives as mom has now died and those stories can't be recalled, or something to that effect? Thanks

Think I may have the poem you are talking about will look for it and come back

My saying for today is

You give your children 2 things, You give them Roots and Give them Wings

by Anna Tochter....sort of genealogical !!

Green fingers.

I really like this. My 6 children are spread far and wide, even those who still live in the UK live many miles apart, and one in Spain and one in Holland so now I shall type out this saying and put it on my fridge so I can read it several times a day.
Also hope that you fi d the poem that Jeremiahwasabullfrog would like to see.

Not feeling quite so bright today, not sure why do no poems or sayings from me..sorry

Bridget

17.51hrs Spain

Oh dear Bridget, I hope you feel better soon. I have OFF days sometimes too, like you my two children and three grandchildren live a fair way away and we don't see them as much as we would like to which makes me feel a bit low now and again. We would really like to move closer to our daughter, but selling our house is proving a problem and this makes me feel 'down' if I let it. My mother had a friend once who wrote on her fridge in lipstick, 'There's always b####y something'!!! Aint that the truth!!

THE GREEN LADY by Charlotte Druitt Cole

A Lovely Green lady
Embroiders and Stitches
Sweet flowers in the meadows,
On banks and in ditches.

All day she is sewing-
Embroidering all night;
For she works in the darkness
As well as the light.

She makes no mistake in
The silks which she uses,
And all her gay colours
She carefully chooses.

She fills nooks and corners
With blossoms so small,
Where none but the fairies
Will see them at all.

She sews them so quickly,
She trims them so neatly,
Though much of her broidery
Is hidden completely.

She scatters her tapestry
Scented and sweet,
In the loneliest places,
Or 'neath careless feet;

For bee, or bird folk,
For people like me,
But the lovely Green Lady,
No mortal may see.




I hope you all like that one, I do as I like sewing.
I also wanted to share a little something I found by William Morris, it is what an old bed would say if it could talk.



INSCRIPTION FOR AN OLD BED


No tale I tell
of ill or well
But this I say
Night treadeth on day
And for worst or best
Right good is rest.



I may embroider this onto my headboard

Hello
I wonder if this is the poem you're seeking?
Mau xx

Forever

There's a hole inside of me,
It appeared some time ago...
the day my mother passed away.
Tell me, why'd she have to go?

I've tried to fill the hole up
with other family,
and I want to keep her memory alive,
so I started her family tree.

My search has brought me many kin
who've helped to fill that hole,
but I realize now, there'll always be
an emptiness in my soul.

I guess that's just the way it is
with people and their mothers...
a special bond exists with them
that can't be matched by others.

How many times had I heard her say
"Someday I won't be here..." ?
I thought I'd always have her, though.
Now all I have is tears.

I know she's with HER mother now.
That's not what makes me sad.
It's that I never asked her about our past,
now, too late, I want to know soooo bad.

So please, God, when you see my mom,
give her all my love.
And tell ALL my kin that I'll see them again
when I join them up above.


in loving memory of Shirley Mae (Stanfill) Carey 1926 - 1991 by Pam Carey Durstock

Or is it this one


When speaking of our ancestry, my mothers eyes would shine
And proudly she would tell us all,You're of the Tudor line.
But father with a smiles would say while bearing that in mind
You keep your eyes on goals ahead not those that lie behind

You have anoble ancestry, but all are dead and gone
Tis you who have to prove your worth, not those who've journeyed on.
And back long that Tudor line, tis sorry truth I stagte
There maybe some you can't approve, and even some you'd hate.

The way to prove your ancestry is what you are yourself
Not by the charted family tree in a book upon the shelf.
So try to be an ancestor within the time allowed
Of whom your childrens' children in the future can be proud

Anon

Hope we all come up with one at least that might be nearly right !

Spanish Eyes when you are feeling brighter google Captain Corellis Mandolins love poem....It is really lovely and a bit long or I would type it out for you. My own daughter is having it at her wedding in July

I'll leave you today with this thought

I think that I shall never see a finished genealogy !!!!

8.10pm Norfolk UK

Thank you Bridget for moving my piece.
I wish I knew how it happened, or how I accidentally delete things.

I'm sorry to hear you are not feeling so good. I'll think of you while I'm on holiday.

carol

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