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OUR CAGE. I let my budgie out one day To let it have a fly, It flapped it's wings and then took off As though 't'were in the sky; It fluttered round the kitchen there As though in some wild rage, But after it had had enough It flew back to it's cage. Well then I started thinking Of this sight that I'd just seen, It brought me back some memories Of places I had been; Man has to leave his home each day To earn himself a wage, But then when he has done his toil He flies back to his cage. There's those who travel far and wide Throughout the long long year They flit round the old whirlygig For reasons they hold dear; Now what their job in life may be, Whether it be clown or sage, They do just what they have to do Then fly back to their cage. We've even rockets nowadays That take men up in space, There's those who've been up to the moon That cold and lonely place, And though their flight moved this old world Into another age, They had to come back down to reach The safety of their cage. For Earth is like a roosting place Where every man must perch, There's some who soar high up in it, There's some left in the lurch; But it means nought what man may be Whether he be prince or page, For rich or poor they both end up Locked in the same dark cage. Well now to end my little tale I'll leave you with this thought, It seems we're living through an age Where some folks care for nought; And if we do not want a world Where trouble lords about, Then we must strive to make it stop And get our cage cleaned out. Jeff

I'll never be alone. I haven't ever seen you but I know you're really there I click you into reality like magic from the air. Your voice is like an Angel though I really do not hear your hug as warm as any of loved ones I hold dear. You're always there for comfort or a simple word of cheer though you're very far away I always have you near. You're a very special friend like none I've ever known as long as you're in cyberspace I'll never be alone

Ancestors........... a poem The special book upon the shelf was made with many hands Our ancestors who posed back then all came from different lands Their pictures were all tucked away and rarely did we see The importance of these treasures is the start of you and me The history of our families now here in black and white Preserved with special care and time each page is done just right When time permits, we take it down and think of days long past. Our hopes, our dreams, our heritage all safe and made to last. Life is a scrapbook, torn and old In which our little lives are told, And when the twilight shadows fall this is the sweetest thing of all; To turn the pages of the years, remembering with happy tears The faithful love, the perfect friend... these things are treasured to the end.

Carol Thank you so much for your poems, they are lovely. Keep 'em coming gel Lol Jeff xx

I've just took down the poet's pot And I've put on the lid, I hoped you'd try and fill it up But not many of you did. I really couldn't fill it up With things I've wrote myself, So now it seems it will just lie Forgotten on the shelf. I know I'll have to take the pot From off the shelf each day, But only just to wash it off And keep the dust at bay. Jeff

I sat and wrote this verse this morning Here I sit behind closed doors Looking at these same four walls The sun may shine, but I feel blue Whatever am I going to do? That face is there each time I sleep It makes me want to sit and weep Those last few minutes etched on my mind I wish I could leave it all behind Her family mourn and miss her so Yet it’s me who can’t let the image go The paramedics were really good They did their best: we knew they would But before they went we just knew Her time on earth was surely through The days will pass, so will the pain And peace and love we will regain But in the meantime I sit and stare At four walls from my easy chair My will is broken, my heart is sad When memories they should make me glad

Very moving words Dee Thank you Jeff xx

Thanks Jeff It’s a tad different from the doggerel I usually write and share on here, but it helped me sort my mind out this morning writing it Dee x

The Never - Never Land ..... Henry Lawson By hut, homestead, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach and track- By lonely graves where rest our dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered stars The dreamy plains expand - My home lies wide a thousand miles In the Never Never Land. It lies beyond the farming belt, Wide wastes of scrub and plain, A blazing desert in the drought, A lake-land after rain; To the skyline sweeps the waving grass, Or whirls the scorching sand - A phantom land, a mystic realm! The Never Never Land. Where lone Mount Desolation lies, Mounts Dreadful and Despair- 'Tis lost beneath the rainless skies In hopeless deserts there; It spreads nor'-west by No-Man's Land - Where clouds are seldom seen - To where the cattle-stations lie Three hundred miles between. The drovers of the Great Stock Routes The strange Gulf country know - Where, travelling from the southern droughts, The big lean bullocks go; And camped by night where plains lie wide, Like some old ocean's bed, The watchmen in the starlight ride Round fifteen hundred head. Lest in the city I forget True mateship after all, My water-bag and billy yet Are hanging on the wall; And I, to save my soul again, Would tramp to sunsets grand With sad-eyed mates across the plain In the Never Never Land. Tony Oz..:>))

Tony my friend that's a brilliant poem, thanks a lot Jeff

Your Name I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away. I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away. I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay And like my love for you in this way Will grow more each and every day.

As you walk along the beach at the break of day Think of all the people that have strolled that way Think of all the lovers who walked there hand in hand And all the lonely people, leaving footsteps in the sand Think of all the people who have come into your life Be they your friends or workmates, your husband or your wife Think of them with fondness and hold them close to you And don’t forget to tell them how precious they are, too

Jeff, could you write a GET WELL ONE for Lemon Nelly ? Ros

Dee love that's breautiful. Dear Dee may I say thank you For this your latest post, I'd come to the conclusion That most had given up the ghost. Jeff xxx

Dee , you`re a poet and you don`t know it, Ros

Thank you Ron for that verse 'Your Name' I hope your poems bring you fame, Just keep on adding lots more rhyme, We'll fill the pot if given time. Cheers Jeff

There’s a grumpy old woman moved in to my house She’s not very nice, keeps having a grouse She’s feeling the cold, and feeling her age And I guess that her moans could fill up a page She’s bored with the décor, and needs a new bed And wonders when his nibs will be home to be fed She used to be young, not a care in the world And out at the dances she whirled and she twirled But now she is weary, her bones they do creak Her curves are no longer firm or her hair sleek She visits these boards to kill some time And often writes a terrible rhyme That’s all from me; I’ll get my coat And cheer myself up with a trip to the Mote

for my Welsh Rabbit If There's... If there's one face I want to see, so beautiful, so true, one smile that makes a difference, to everything I do. If there's one touch I long to feel, one voice I long to hear, whenever I am happy, or just needing someone near. If there's one joy, one love, from which I never want to part, it's you, my very special love, my world, my life, my heart.

Thank you Ron and thank you Dee I love those poems you've sent me. Ooops maybe I'm on the wrong thread Jeff lol

I know a man with many a head some would say he is quite well read At heart he is quite marshmallow So three cheers for this jolly good fellow.. June ..