The trees and flowers both will flourish,
Whilst there is goodness still to nourish,
The stones and boulders will hardly change
To alter the look of the mountain range.
The sun will shine, the moon beguile,
The sighs of loss, a lover’s smile
Continue – the dance goes on
Long long after our final yawn.
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Stumble It!
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Oh, is it that time again?
While i’m thinking of a poem, thought you might like this:
http://www.shedworking.co.uk/2009/06/one-grand-designs.html
Time flies by doesn’t it? ….. and when, I’ve eventually got a shed of my own, it’ll whizzzzzzzzzzz ….. [time, not the shed]
did you have to use superglue or just a bit of spit??
Like my brain ……. well balanced …….
rofl……….
….. oh have you just been watching a cartoon or something? …….. you’d better get up off the floor now ……
no actually ‘Enchanted’… ahh what a twee Disney film
Until that final yawn
I’ll smile at ev’ry dawn
Live right throughout the day
Exist and love and play
I’ll delete mine – that’s much better …….
nice one archie… oh and of course I liked yours too DP
Go into the soaking garden and plant your plants! …. and don’t catch a chill …….
ooo are you following me ….
[they are done]
It’s balmy here …… very mild …… not that I’d ever drink mild of course, way too northern …….
have you spelt balmy right *snigger*
so what do you ‘tiddly wink’ down Souff? ‘Pig’s ear’? ‘Vera Lynn’? ‘Acker Bilk’? ‘Plink Plonk’? ‘Forsyte Saga’?
[gosh I need to get out more!!]
http://www.phespirit.info/cockney/english_to_slang.htm#R
I enjoy a pint of violinist ……
Nope – yours is much better. Mine is just a desperate cry against an inevitable ending.
I’ll admit that mine is bigger …… tee hee
The architect, when requested on-line,
About an economy cliff-top design,
Said “I gave London ‘The Gerkhin’,
so i’ve given up workin,
unless you can blog-sit at mine”
The time has almost arrived to form the Lead Poet’s Society – renditions go down like lead balloons and groans can be heard from several miles away ….
….. anyone interested in joining, please form an orderly queue …….
queuing…..
Life’s grand design
I will stand in line
with the mass of bloggers
waiting patiently with codgers
Is that a zimmer?
I caught just a glimmer
of a silvery frame
didn’t catch his name!
Don’t let me wait too long
coz I may break out into song
the sun is shining
don’t want it whining
Whose teeth are these?
did someone sneeze?
full top and bottom
but maybe you have forgotten?
Life’s design has its riches
the clue is avoid the glitches
I fully intend to smile at every dawn
before I face that final yawn
This is exactly the type of poem needed …… excellent young 70’s ………..
do I get a lead medal??
I’m not sure what a ‘lead medal’ is, but you definitely do deserve a medal fraccy sis… on oh so many levels! <3
Wonderful stuff, 70’s. Now, is this going to be the Lead Poets Society or the Lead Poets Society?
The former I reckon …… I’ll take the lead ….. if I can carry it …..