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another spat on the GC board, this reason is not clear to me, i would rather not delve too deeply much rather let it be. the individual will make their choice other's may wait and see. tis a pity to destroy something thats good. and add more misery. are we not mere humans with our inherent flaws , do we have to close so firmly kindnesses door. lets not forget the cable of freindship, strengthening every chain. not erect something good only to pull it down again. lets make a patchwork quilt, each square a memory of the laughter, pathos and history that was shared by you and me. lets accept each other's weaknesses and not become infected. with spiteful remarks that leaves one dejected. Oh i am among those who have fallen from grace. so I stand chastened but will keep my place. among you all , cos as first suspected, your not too bad on genes connected . Terri xx

I don't know where this poem came from. It sits on my desk and I read it every day. Dare To Dream Choose a wish, Find a dream Pick a wishing star Let your hopes and spirits soar High and free and far Reach for the unreachable Stretch to touch the sky Know no dream you treasure Is too far away or high Believe in the impossible Then work and try and do For only those who dare to dream Can make a dream come true

I'm Drinking From My Saucer I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now. But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow. And as I go along life's way, I'm reaping better than I sowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. Haven't got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough. But I've got loving ones all around me, and that makes me rich enough. I thank God for his blessings, and the mercies He's bestowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. I remember times when things went wrong, My faith wore somewhat thin. But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again. So Lord, help me not to gripe, about the tough rows I have hoed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. If God gives me strength and courage, When the way grows steep and rough. I'll not ask for other blessings, I'm already blessed enough. And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads. Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. ~ Author Unknown ~

A Place For Me There is a special place in life That needs my humble skill A certain job I'm meant to do that no one else can fill. The hours may be demanding, And the pay is not too good And yet I wouldn't change it For a moment if I could. There is a special place in life A goal I must attain A dream that I must follow For I won't be back again. There is a mark that I must leave However small it be A legacy of love for those Who follow after me. There is a specal place in life That only I may share A little path that bears my name Awaiting me somewhere. There is a hand that I must hold A word that I must say A smile that I must give For there are tears to blot away. There is a special place in life That I was meant to fill A sunny spot where flowers grow Upon a windy hill There's always a tomorrow And the best is yet to be And somewhere in the world I know There is a place for me! Author unknown

HIGH FLIGHT (AN AIRMAN'S ECSTASY) Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air; Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never lark or even eagle flew; And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE 1922-41

An Old Lady's Poem~ What do you see, nurses, what do you see? What are you thinking when you're looking at me? A crabby old woman, not very wise, uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes? Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!" Who seems not to notice the things that you do, and forever is losing a stocking or shoe..... Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.... Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, as I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of ten .... with a father and mother, brothers and sisters, who love one another. A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap, remembering the vows that I promised to keep. At twenty-five now, I have young of my own, who need me to guide and a secure happy home. A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast, bound to each other with ties that should last. At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, but my man's beside me to see I don't mourn. At fifty once more, babies play round my knee, again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead; I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their own, and I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm now an old woman .... and nature is cruel; 'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool. The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart, there is now a stone where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, and now and again, my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, and I'm loving and living life over again. I think of the years ..... all too few, gone too fast, and accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people, open and see, not a crabby old woman; look closer ..see ME!! ~*~ Much Happiness Debi

The Beer Prayer Our lager, Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink. Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk), At home as in the tavern. Give us this day our foamy head, And forgive us our spillages, As we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not to incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the beer, The bitter and The lager. Forever and ever, Barmen

Colin, One I picked up at a fair, The Genealogists Prayer Lord help me dig into the past, And sift the sands of time, That I might find the roots, That made this family tree of mine. Lord help me find the forgotten names, Which belonged to my clan, That I might search the records, And find them if I can. Lord help me find an ancient book, Or dusty manuscript, That`s hidden safely now away, In some forgotten crypt. Lord let it bridge the gap that haunts, My soul when I can find, That missing link between some name, That ends the same as mine.

NO BIRTHDAY CARDS OR PRESENTS SENT AS YOU TO ME WERE ONLY LENT I STILL SHED A SILENT TEAR ALWAYS WISHING YOU WERE HERE THEY TOLD ME TIME WOULD EASE THE PAIN BUT TIME GOES BY I FEEL THE SAME A LOOK A GLANCE A FLEETING SMELL YOU PASS THROUGH ME I KNOW YOUR WELL I HOLD YOUR SPIRIT CLOSE TO MINE UNTILL THEN I'LL BIDE MY TIME.

What is this life if full of care We have no time to stand and stare no time to stand betheath the boughs and gaze as long as sheep or cows.. Can anyone finish this please

Susan...Thank you. This was one of the poems we learnt at school over 50 years ago.I could only remember the first verse...Brenda

Hope no one minds me adding this There is a deep and empty hole Hidden away somewhere in my soul All because I was told to keep a secret Never ever let it out or leak it As I was always told to keep it Our very own special little secret Tracie

Guardian Angels. Fear gnaws at my heart, as the pain grows stronger, and my heart begins to pound. I reach out for comfort Where can it be found. Alone I panic and start to cry beleiving that I might possibly die. My faith is weak, yet I call on God to send down one from his heavenly hoard. To help me in my hour of despair whoever it is I do not care. Suddenly its made clear as a bell help will come from Raphael. Healing Angel all divine. ready to calm these fears of mine. He will enfold me in his wings. Instilling courage above all things. The night is not so long the darkness dissapears peace is in my heart. My guardian angel has dried my tears.

COOKING UP A POEM Weigh a few words of two or more Add breaking lines to tease Stir in a message or metaphor Plus a rhythm that rhymes with ease Bake with mental expressions galore Then serve with a blending to please.

My poems that I add are from when I was younger , Hope no one minds The girl stood ther Her long brown hair Had gone across her face Emotion built up inside She wanted to hide She wanted to scream And to shout To slam doors And to pout She kept those feelings in her head Until it was time to go to bed She cut and scratched Until it was sore Then those feelings Were no more Tracy

Bill, What a beautiful poem. I shall print it off and put with all the other poems we have been given. Thank you. Elisabeth xxx

I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, A wild dog and lone. I'm a keen dog a mean dog, hunting on my own. Not for me the fireside, the well filled plate, but shut door, sharp stone and scuff and kick and hate.

I love the poets pot, but I dont reply as I cant rhyme to save my life other than 'The fat cat sat on the mat'. So I dont want to clog it up. Does anyone write poems for others? I like to make my own cards but get stuck with the insides! I need a poem to My God-daughter & God-son (the aniversary of their christening) A relative has just had a daughter (1st born) and it is the mother in laws birthday. Anything would be great and I dont want to claim it as mine I will put your name on the card. Thanks to anyone listening

Thanks Val x

Thanks Ernest, I sort of guessed it was like that. My friend had a poem written for me a few years ago. A lady in her street had tried for years to get her work published but no luck. She decided to write poems for others, free of charge, to get her work noticed, the only thing she requested is that he name was added to the poem. She would ask for photos of the person and have along chat trying to find out as much about the person as possible before she started to write. Before long she many people arriving on her door and to show that they were grateful they started leaving cash even though she still insisted it be free of charge. I believe that he name was Troughton? It is like my cards I put so much effort into them that if I do one for someone else I do get a block as I dont have the image in mind of the goal.