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I am a Pam Ayres fan and with Valentines Day coming up I thought I would add this Love is like a curry Love is like a curry and I’ll explain to you, That love comes in three temperatures, cold hot and vindaloo Of course it’s like a curry, it cannot be denied For both are full of spice and both have dishes on the side

Thank you Carol and Dee for your poems, keep them coming please. Jeff x

Many years ago, when I ran courses for people who worked with under fives I came across a book. It is called For The Love of Children and is Meditations on growing up with children. The author is Ulrich Schaffer Many of the verses in it are really perceptive and I think this one will strike a chord with a lot of us Unpleasant scene This mother is inviting an unpleasant scene by not being firm with her child The child wishes to know boundaries and hopes to be told and shown limits that will give him security The mother does not want to be hard and continues to try words that have long lost their meaning The child, sensing the emptiness of the words, pushes on, driving his mother to near despair And finally the sad bitter scene from which everyone turns: the screaming child, the broken mother. The irony of it: both want limits, both want order and respect, both want peace and security, yet can’t help each other to get there.

Wishing. Do you wish the world were better ? Let me tell you what to do : Set a watch upon your actions Keep them always straight and true ; Rid your mind of selfish motives ; Let your thoughts be clean and high. You can make a little Eden Of the sphere you occupy. Do you wish the world were wiser ? Well, suppose you make a start, By accumulating wisdom In the scrapbook of your heart Do not waste one page on folly ; Live to learn, and learn to live. If you want to give men knowledge You must get it, ere you give. Do you wish the world were happy ? Then remember day by day Just to scatter seeds of kindness As you pass along the way ; For the pleasures of the many May be ofttimes traced to one, As the hand that plants an acorn Shelters armies from the sun. Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Thanks for that Tony mate, give Trifley my best wishes, all the way from lousy Lancashire - The weather's freezing. It's time to go to bed and rest my weary head And try and get some sleep, I rarely do, cos when OH slips neath the sheet and start kickin' with her feet It's like sleeping with a bloody kangaroo. G'day mate, all the best Jeff

Just wanted to add this little poem i wrote for one of our Ozzie mates on the Wattle thread.She has just finished her last bout of Chemo therapy, and we raised our glasses last night to her on the thread to celibrate. Trifley aka Queen of the Nile. Its Hip hoo-ray for Trifley because she is our mate. She's finished all her Chemo and this we celebrate. We raise our glass to wish her, 'all the best' on this occassion. With Martoonie glasses raised up high there's no need for persuasion. You took it on the chin mate and you didnt wear a frown. You bounced right back from every bout, cant keep a good Queen down. So here's to health and happiness and long live may you reign. Our Queen Trifle'y of the Wattlers we celebrate today. Tony Oz..:>))

just funny little poem for you. lol too my critics When i'm in a sober mood I worry, work and think When i'm in a drunken mood I gamble, play and drink But when my moods are over and my time has come to pass I hope i'm buried upside down so the world can kiss my ass. lol

Lifes Treasures. You may possess gems such as diamonds and gold, Pearls, silver, emeralds and jade, You may have been born to someone with wealth, Or your fortune might be self made; But if earthly riches have all passed you by And good luck's only come in small measures, As long as you've friendship, faith and good health, You're the owner of life's greatest treasures. Jeff

Sally that's brilliant, thanks for sharing it with us and keep writing. Jeff xxx

Sally, thank you for sharing that, I can equate to what you wrote Dee x

I Wonder I look at the sky and i wonder! when my time on earth is through, is there a place for me in heaven ? have I done all I needed to do? . there's times when I've felt envy, and times when greeds showed it's hand. I've turned a blind eye with perfect sight, and buried my head in the sand . I've walked side by side with anger, turned many corner with guilt. I've wallowed at times in selfpity, defensive walls I've built. I've often felt compassion, and loved with all my heart. kindness I've shown to others, as a wife I've played my part. I've listened with understanding, counted my blessings one by one. granted the deeds I've been handed, nurtured the lives I've begun. only God knows the answer, have I earned my place above. to live with God in His mansions, forever surrounded by love. one of my own , hope you like it.... Sally xx

Dee love, It makes no difference whether a poem is sad or happy, it is poetry. Thank you for sharing those memories with us Keep on sending us your verse, Yours thoughts, your memories, Add them to all that's in the pot, They're all in there to please. Jeff xx

I'm sorry Jeff, it's another sad one I have just heard of the death of a cousin of the lady who raised my Dad and have written these few words Back in nineteen twenty two a baby boy was born He started life in a workhouse, on a cold October morn His Mum he never knew, which I think is rather sad And who knows what became of his absent Dad A friendly couple took him in and raised him as their own But they both died, it’s sad to say, before I was fully-grown. This site gave me a key to find their kith and kin And slowly on the tree, the branches I filled in A lovely guy in Canada he helped me with my search And was the inspiration for most of my research But now he is no longer with us, and I am feeling rather sad Do you think that now he will get to meet my dear old Dad

For Donna I don,t know you very well But your an Angel i can tell You have so many good good wishesI It goes to say loads of kisses So Donna get well soon we pray Back to health in every way.. Love from June xx

What's happening with the poet's pot, Shall I put on the lid, I asked you all to send in rhymes And thankfully some did. But now the pot is standing there So quiet on the shelf, Waiting for your little rhymes, It cannot fill itself. So dear friends why not pen a rhyme For Donna, our sick friend, And with it offer up a prayer That she'll soon be on the mend. Thinking of you D, get well soon love. Jeff xxxx

Not sure if I have missed it or not but have not seen the 'Ancestor Poem'. So............................ Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest, Neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist You died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse Entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled One hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot, And come to visit you. Susan.

I posted this on another thread but I don't think many saw it so I thought that it might help to top up the pot if I put it on here. GARDEN BIRD WATCH. I love to watch my garden through the seasons of the year, For the lovely wildlife that abounds, it brings me lots of cheer, Now though my little garden, it is just an urban plot, The birds all seem to like it and they visit me a lot. A robin came around one day and landed on my patch, He scared the other birds away, for him they were no match, It seems he's claimed my garden for his own territory And doesn't like the other birds to snoop around, not he. But when he leaves the bluetits come and feed upon the nuts, While little sparrows preen themselves in some small dusty ruts, And then the blackbird he shows up and keeps on hopping round Searching for that tasty worm that might pop from the ground. Then when the thievish magpie comes it drives the others mad, An old rhyme says that two bring joy but one can make you sad, And that is true for there are times when it makes me feel sick To watch him make a tasty meal of a tiny bluetit chick. A sparrowhawk arrived one day and caused a bit of gloom, The small birds, they all flew away to give him lots of room, For when he comes to visit me he often causes strife, He's just another predator in the long great chain of life. I love to see the chaffinches when they come round to feed, They dine, then seem to thank me for providing them with seed, They perch upon my garden fence and thrill me with their song, Then they take off and fly away, alas they don't stay long. I love to watch my garden, it's a happy meeting den For finches, dunnocks, sparrows, tits and the cocky little wren, So if you want to share these joys, the only things you'll need Are a bath that's filled with water and a table topped with seed.

You see Jeff i am making an effort June ..

Thanks June, it reminds me of an ode to Spring which I wrote. But it was written in the Lancashire Dialect and may not be suitable for this site. Jeff xx

Springtime Firstly comes the aconite Then the snowdrop pure and white Followed by crocus in every hue Daffodil narcissis jonquil too . I love the Springtime this is clear my very favourite time of year.. June ..