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Nudge June ..

I know a lady who's called June Who sometimes goes to bed too soon, Doesn't realise when she goes to bed That we will miss her on this thread. Jeff lolol

Now Jeff i need my beauty sleep For all of you in awe to keep So please do not begrudge me bed Else like youi,ll have three heads Apologise for the bad verse .................. June x

Oh June please don't apologise Or you'll bring tears to my eyes, You know I love your verse my dear So keep on posting more on here. It's nice to read your bits of rhyme They bring me comfort every time, There's lots who have poetic skill And I know you can fit that bill. Jeff xxxx

Why Jeff you have me really flattered posting poems is all that mattered So now dear Jeff I will really try and become a poet by and by. June ..

Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu, When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too. I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin When he smiled I realized I’d passed it on to him. I thought about that smile then I realized its worth, A single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth. So, if you feel a smile begin, don’t leave it undetected Let’s start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected! Susan

It Couldn't Be Done Somebody said that it couldn't be done But he with a chuckle replied That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it! Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll never do that; At least no one ever has done it;' But he took off his coat and he took off his hat And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure, There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That 'cannot be done,' and you'll do it.

Jeff, you are a bad influence on me, my old mate I keep sitting writing verse saying ‘that can wait’ The housework is left undone, and the dog looks sad She’s not had a walk yet; it’s got that bad I sit looking out the window, at the skies of blue Wondering what on earth I should do Should I make the beds and wash the floor Or go and visit the girl next door Should I sit and read and improve my mind Or look to see if a relative I can find Perhaps I could go and bake a cake Or even a beef casserole make But really what I want to do Is sit at my computer and talk to you

Carol, Dee and Susan, those are brilliant, keep 'em coming babes. 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 ..

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

You see Jeff i am making an effort June ..

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.

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.

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

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

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

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 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

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