General Chat

Have just had a Breast Cancer scare, luckily all is well, but while researching the ins and outs of that disease I came across this poem which I found comforting and would like to share it with you.

When angels sense you need them
And angels always do.
They come unseen from everywhere
To help and comfort you.

They hover close beside you
Till all your cares are gone,
Till they can see you're ready
Once again to carry on.

Then some of them may fly away
And take their gentle touch,
To other hearts that need
The love of angels very much.

But one at least stays with you
As your constant friend and guide
For Guardian Angels never leave,
They're always at your side.

'Breast Cancer Story.'

The Mouse on the Barroom Floor
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.

He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the goddam cat!'

Saw this the other day

Lucille Ball said.... The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly and lie about your age !!

The Kiss of the Sun for Pardon
The Song of the Birds for Mirth
One is nearer Gods Heart in a Garden
Than anywhere else on Earth


For all the gardeners out there <3

Loved yours Lizlynes and Piglets Pal

If the fates decree youre going to lose give them a damned good fight.

The man that's close to the ground is close to GOD

both the above attributable to my Father

He must have been a very wise man

January's birthstone is the Garnet and here is a rhyme for that

By her who in this month is born,
No gem save garnets should be worn
They will ensure her constancy,
True friendship and fidelity

I know this is not poetry etc but I have another Grandchild born just after one o'clock this morning. Six weeks early but mum and child are well. Her name is Evie a derivative of Eve. Can anyone tell me of a special poem for Evie or even write one?

Thank you

Bridget
This child was born on her great grandmothers 90th birthday and I am sure that she is looking down on her. <3

Here goes Bridget

A baby was born to my family last night,
A little girl, what a beautiful sight.
I'm sure she will brighten her parents day,
May her life be long for her, I pray.
Her name is Evie, my grandchild, my sweet,
I hope it won't be long before we meet.
I may be many miles away,
But I will think about you every day.
A special thought for you will be in my heart,
For your life has only just begun to start.
As you grow up, and begin to speak and walk,
Then you can ring , or skype me and we can talk
Those moments will be very special to me
Shared with my new granddaughter, lovely Evie

Hope you like, and congratulations Jan :-D

Jan

That is such a beautiful poem, I shall copy it and send it to Evie. Thank you for writing this for both of us.

Bridget

:-D

Its a pleasure,...the mood for writing poetry has been upon me for days now....!

Regards Jan

Victory has a hundred fathers,defeat is an orphan.

My birthday is in January, so I must remember about those 'Garnets! ' Congratulations Bridget on your new grandaughter, I'm sure that she will bring you as much joy as mine have to me!

Apparently A Sapper scratched the following on a tunnel wall in WW1 - I found it rather moving.

If in this place you are detained,
Don't look round you all in vain,
But cast your net and ye will find
That every cloud is silver lined.

'You have to go away to feel homesick'.

The soft answer turneth away wrath!! (according to my granny!!)

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

Thank you everyone for keeping this thread alive. I have just read all the most recent entries and found them all rather interesting.
A very busy time at the moment but will scratch my brain and see if I can find something to add.

Bridget :-)

Attributed to Zsa Zsa Gabor, who married nine times...gosh all those mum in laws !

She said in her Hungarian accent ......Darlink, I am a wonderful housekeeper............every time I divorce, I keep the House !!!

Boom , boom

My Mammy.

When my prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in my little bed
And smacked me till my bum was red -
My Mammy.

Who took me from my cosy cot
And put me on my ice-cold pot
And made me wee when I could not -
Me Mammy.

Who would my hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
And sometimes squeezed me till I would (Censored)-
My Mammy.

And when at night the bed would creek
I raised my head to have a peak
Who yelled at me to go asleep -
My Daddy!

A little bit of powder,
A little bit of paint,
Makes a lady, what she aint!!!!