Your Wedding Day
I look at you standing there a smile upon your face
So serene and beautiful not a hair out of place
Your man beside you tall and slim your rock on which to lean
So young and yet so eager so much knowledge yet to glean
I didn't think this day would come when you were just a child
I hoped and prayed one day you'd wed that you would be beguiled
By some handsome Prince who'd prove his worth and keep you by his side
And now I see you standing there a truly lovely bride
My tears fall in happiness at the joy which you two share
And my memories come flooding back of the day I once stood there
Patricia Taylor
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A Spider
A spider climbed a water pipe to get to the very top
But on the way he slipped and fell on a water drop
He shook himself and tried again hoping to succeed
But on the way a greedy bird decided to take a feed
Another spider on a different wall tried for a tasty fly
But before he took a bite the fly just passed him by
So he higher climbed until he'd reached the edge
Only to find the greedy bird had settled in a hedge
And viewing him with beady eyes and hunger in his tum
He downed the spider in a swoop and took him down in one
The moral of this tale is that a spiders brain is small
So if you own a spider don't put him on a wall
Don't let him climb a drainpipe or anything like that
For if you do I promise you he'll always end up flat
Patricia Taylor
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PEACE IN OUR TIMES
Peace in our times said the masters of war
words said in haste to the young and the poor
visions of the future dreams set in stone
crafted in innocence bloodshed and Rome
victories and torment streets full of shame
soldiers of fortune without any names
blowing the bugle and flying the flag
no ones in charge and no ones to blame
peace for the victors and conquests of states
idle misfortunes left at the gate
peace in our times and no one to hate
just a blind nation dead at the stake
crystal ball rhetoric and fortunes to bend
some mothers sons and an ear left to bend
days of the warrIors and old father times
lost in the dictates of the blind leading blind
promises made by a war hungry fool
down the streets full of hope where all are cut loose
hands of the clock strike the day of the truce
handshakes and nods to comrades in arms
but its all just a whisper before the alarms
Raymond Wills
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THE MASTER KEY
Not everyone has the master key
to open up the way to serendipity
not everyone can ring the bell
count the cost at the end of the rainbows well
not everyone can comprehend
to look and see whats around the bend
not everyone can dream a dream
plant the seeds of lifes best scenes
not everyone has the golden touch
the way with words that one can trust
some are blinded by lifes fools
with rhetoric and clumsy tools
not every child thats born to win
or those who choose to walk out on a limb
not everyone can write a line
or pen a verse to move the blind
Raymond Wills
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Lost in Cyberspace
Space means very many things,
It’s to what each of us it brings.
So very easy to lose one’s way,
Amid your cyberspace today.
Faced with keyboard, screen and mouse,
It is hoped you’ve got the nous!
You’ll need a map and clear direction,
Maybe for courage some gooey confection.
You swear and try to gain control,
Of this small space that rules your soul.
Down tools and take a break,
Take five minutes for heaven’s sake.
Ten minutes more of that dratted space,
And you’ve been put through many a pace.
You’re almost tearing out your hair,
When into cyberspace you stare.
The figures jump about and you inadvertently delete,
The sentence that you cannot now complete!
Those wrigley symbols on the screen,
Move out of reach – know what I mean?
‘Control’ and ‘home’ bring you to the start,
How to return to where you were without losing heart.
Is cyberspace ruling you?
Have you got where you wanted to?
Karen E Lawman
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Perseids
I have had a love like that, a magnesium flash
of tension filled coup de foudre
An immediate thrill leaving me trembling
Fierce Lightning struck, burning hard
Scorching embers sizzling
but gone in the first light of day.
And love I've had like the sunbeams on dewy cobwebs,
A thing of wonder, soft like snow flakes,
Eyelashes on downy cheeks
Gentle and nurturing
Ephemeral and impossible to mistake.
One love I had twisted me
Hurt and hardened me
with fear I felt that damaged
My soul and blackened my heart
Left me bereft and broken
And once I had a yearning love
Flickering like candle flame
A dangerous and burning love
Prey to breezes and draughts
Snuffed suddenly and its absence
Never felt and gone unnoticed.
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Now I have enduring sunlight
Warm to the skin and kind to the soul
For whose love could not blossom
In the certain knowledge
That the constant sun will remain
A renewable source of light and heat.
And even in the depths of winter
Will brighten the clouds and create
Rainbows in the rain.
I have love now with my sky full of stars
Gently twinkling even behind clouds
But truly burning bright and steadfast
Around for millennia and although long past
Still comforting and full of a quiet beauty.
Teresa Barton
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The 'Ucket List
If you have a bucket list
You will end up with regrets.
For things that you have never done
Or those you never get.
My life has not been perfect,
But highlights there have been.
I have done my best at every turn,
And dealt with things unforeseen.
Instead I'll have an *ucket list
For things I can no longer do
When once I succeeded and excelled
But now I'm not so new.
So if you see me try and fail,
Then join me if you will
I'll loudly say oh *uck it *uck it
And take another pill!
Teresa Barton
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Springtime
Tis with baited breath he sits with his collar ruffled up around his neck he knows tis not
long he his has to wait for there is a whispher in the breeze again,
She has woken from her slumber and her delightful shadows dance again so free
Tis magical you know how she awoken and kissed the tips of the lilac tree.
Soon they will hang with delicate jewels for all to see.
Those delicate snowdrops white as can be sit so perfectly
Tis like the fairytale page has opened right in front of my eyes,
The crocus cover the ground in a blanket of love for only a warmth fills my heart as they
capture my eye
And she stretches those dainty red dotted wings as if to say ,"Hi".
Tis popping up all around the beauty of life before ones eyes
And it is just with the slightest touch of her love that makes the world sing,
He sits their perched up so high singing out those magical notes just to let us know she
knocking on our door and it is time to wake up and say,"Hello ", to the world once
more.
Pauline Price
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My opening for the Oresteia
Watchman
It’s been a bloody year
Sittin’ on th’ roof
Watchin’, waitin’
The stars
I know ‘em all
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder…
Right, well, still no sign o’ the beacon
I’m suppose’ to catch sight of the thin’
‘cos that would mean Troy’s taken.
That woman, I swear she’s a man
Slave driver, a year, a year, a year.
No sleepin’, no dreams.
So I sing, hum
hum, hum
For all the pain I’ve suffered…my God!
Can see the light,
Shall call the queen!
Burn, burn, burn, beacon, TROY’s been taken.
They’ll be dancin’ on the streets o Argos, and I’ll be dancin’ on this roof o mine and I’ll join ‘em for all this watchin’ and waitin’, I’ve seen the dredged beacon tonight.
Now come ‘ome king, I’ll take yer hand an…’
The rest?
Oh, I’ll be quiet as a mouse.
I ain’t tellin’, no I damn ain’t.
Shall not be heard from I.
No, no
No, no.
Exit Watchman
Sophie Griffiths
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