All my own Work

 Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin to care for such unfruitful things;

One good-sized diamond in a pin some, not so large, in rings, 

A ruby, and a pearl or so, will do for me;-

I laugh at show.........

Saint Dymphna

 

Poor old Mont.                                                                                                                                           

He's in a boat that has no sail,                                                                                                                             cast adrift on a windless sea                                                                                                                                carried along on a current of fear                                                                                                                        bound for nowhere he wants to be.                                                                                                                    

He doesn't remember growing old                                                                                                                    he remembers being young.                                                                                                                              In a land that always seemed                                                                                                                            to be a summer's afternoon.

He's escaped into the darkness                                                                                                                            with a smile touched with sadness.                                                                                                                   He has not always been THIS man,

 he used to be another man.....................

Day Crashes into Night

 

As day and night come crashing in with no space between for a cock to crow.                                                

Night comes with his star's picking their way into the evening sky.

And soon the day shining her light and pushing the moon and sapphires away.                                             

Now there is no time between day and night from one to the other without twilight.                                     

Let the day and night come crashing in with no space for dusk or dawn.

Thank You Very Much

 

Thank you very much, thank you very much. That's the nicest sketch that anyone's ever done for me. You've give me nice green eyes, I never realised, that's the way you've always have thought of me.                And if I had me drum I'd do a drum roll, to show you I like what you have done. But as I've left me drum at home I simply have to say. Thank you very very very much. Thank you very very very much.

Thank you very much, thank you very much. That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me.You've put me on your blog and you've wrote this monologue, and you nearly draw a smile on my face for me. And if I had me bugle I would blow it to show you how happy I can be. But as I've left me bugle at home I simply have to say. Thank you very very very much, thank you very very very much.

Thank you very much, thank you very much. That's the nicest gift that anyone ever gave to me. I feel that we're a team, the best there's ever been, and everyone  is playing in the game for me. And if I had me whistle I would blow it as if I was a Celestial referee. But as I've left me whistle at home I simply have to say. Thank you very very very much, thank you very very very much...........................

Hilly, Holly, Billy, Bolly, China Dolly......

 For  all  I  know  Holly's  been  on  holiday,  she  comes  and  goes  nearly  every  other  day.

City  breaks  or  a cruise  if  work  will  permit, she  holds  out  her  hand  and  her passport  is in it.

For  all  I  know it's  a  magic  carpet  flight,  too  somewhere  exotic  to  delight  and  to  excite.

Bahrain  or  Mexico  are  the  places  to go ,  Blackpool or  Skeggy  they  would  be  a  no  show.

For  all  she  knows it may only be a dream,  she  comes  and  goes like  the  ripples in a stream.

Doctors  and  midwives  all  agree and  say,  time  off  work  is  called  a Holly day..........

Susan's Ribbon

 Grandad gave her half-a-crown to buy a ribbon for her hair,  holding tight to Grandad's hand to the shop to see what's there. When they drew up to the counter reels of ribbons in a row, yellow, blue, pink and orange all the colours there on show, but for one her heart was set on, what she wished for there was none.

Grandad said there was a shop he knew a long long time ago, by the market in the old square when a young man he went there, to buy a ribbon for a sweetheart, to buy a ribbon for her hair.  In the old shop he and Susan walked up to the counter there,  Susan spent her two and sixpence on a ribbon,  a golden ribbon,  the one she wished for for her hair............

Time to Remember

                                                                    

Things faces friends places, years and moments half-forgotten.

Laughs, fears songs tears memories are made of this........

THINGS I know, FACES I love, FRIENDS to be with  PLACES to go.

YEARS I've lived through, AND MOMENTS in time.

HALF-FORGOTTEN stories told in rhyme

LAUGHS with my brother FEARS of crime,  SONG to be written,

and TEARS sometimes.

 MEMORIES of old times ARE here to stay.

And MADE OF THIS is my life to this day.........