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    October 13

    Is That Ok?

     
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    OH MUMMY PLEASE CAN WE GO OUT TODAY?
    THE SKY'S A LOVELY SHADE OF GREY
    I WANT TO RUN ABOUT AND PLAY
    IS THAT OK?
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    MUMMY SAYS ITS GOING TO RAIN
    AND SAYS THAT I SHOULD NOT COMPLAIN
    I CAN GO OUTSIDE TO PLAY
    WHEN ALL THE CLOUDS HAVE GONE AWAY
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    OH MUMMY PLEEEESE CAN WE GO OUT TODAY?
    TIDDLES WANTS ME TO COME AND PLAY
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    AND TIMMY THINKS THAT WALKIES WOULD BE GAY
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    IS THAT OK?
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    MUMMY SAYS WE ALL MUST WAIT
    TIMMY IS CROSS HE'S SULKING GREAT
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    I WANT TO PLAY OUT IN THE RAIN
    BEFORE IT HEADS OFF OUT TO SPAIN.
     
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    MUMMY SAYS ITS TIME FOR TEA.
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    WHICH MEANS NO OUTDOORS PLAY FOR ME
    RAINDROPS PITTAPATT ONE TWO THREE
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    ON THE WINDOW OF MY NURSERY
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    GUESS WHAT MUMMY SAID TO ME
    BECAUSE YOU ATE UP ALL YOUR TEA
    PUT ON YOUR YELLOW MAC AND HAT
    THE RAIN HAS STOPPED (FANCY THAT)
     
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    MUMMMY TIDDLES RAN AWAY
    WHEN THE SKY TURNED BACK TO GREY
    AND TIMMY'S SPLASHED A PUDDLE OVER ME FOUR TIMES -I SAY?
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    I WANT TO GO INDOORS. IS THAT OK?
     
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     mags x
     
     
     
    *I got my inspiration for this poem from the final picture that I published.
    In case anyone wondered? that's not a little girl, its actually a doll no kidding! lol
    She lives in the corrider outside the hospital outpatients clinic, which I am currently attending
    The first time I saw the doll (out of the corner of my eye) I literally did a double take, the doll is extremely lifelike, and quite an unlikely sight to see in a hospital corrider.
    I asked for permission to take a picture of her, that was one time in my life when i could hardly wait to return to the hospital for my next visit
    <ahem>  LOL
     
    ...there you go Beth, I dedicate this poem to you, as it was you who saw this picture first, during an amazing chat that we had... and I didn't forget my promise to write a blog about her. Smile
    maybe you could give her a name?  I never did get to see the doll's face, but even if i did get permission to look, I think i would be loathe to turn her away from the wall that she's hugging!  Wink
    mags x
     
    May 26

    WHY DID THOSE ANGELS CRY? ...

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    ...Ive often wondered why?
     
    Surely of all the happiest places
     
    "Heaven" It must surely be
     
    And yet? those angels cried...
     
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    Why did their tears flow free
     
    Falling down o'er Angel cheeks
     
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    Angels stooped in sorrowful pose
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    It seems to me, a mystery
     
     
    Not for those angels to (always)
    be carefree
     
    or reckless, or unfeeling
     
    For they are watchful from above
     
    Gazing down on you and me
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    And something made those Angels weep
     
    As mortals were held in their keep
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    Whatever made those Angels sigh
     
     
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    Wonders- I?
     
     
    Perhaps if we rejoiced some more,
    Had faith
     
    And entertained strangers in our midst
     
    Then Angels' tears would vaporise
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    And instead reply to us,on Golden Harps!
     
     
     
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    mags x
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    December 04

    So? When Then? ...

     
     
    When will we be done?.. when will we leave it alone?
    when will it be over?  hopefully not till its gone
    who is the keeper of signals? who knows when that day has flown?
    when will it be over between us? hopefully not 'till we're gone
    when will we finish this story? complete things, till now left unsaid..
    and now?when shall we walk away? ..or do we stay till our hearts are all torn?
    when WILL we be done? hopefully NOT till we are gone.
     
    mags x
     
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    September 30

    For Cleo

     
      
     
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    Bunnies Bunnies everywhere, theyre even on my pillow
    I think i might just bag me one, now stand still will you willow?
    I was having forty winks, when 'wakened from my slumber,
    I rubbed my eyes with my paws, to see a great BIG number...
    of RABBITS! :o
    Theyre runnin around and hopping and skipping...
    They woke me up, when i was a kipping..
    What a nerve of these bunnies to play on my Patch..
    I'm planning to catch one..once my ear's had a scratch
    I AM SURROUNDED BY FLOPEARS AND BOBTAILS
    Whadyaa mean? thats enough of my wails?
    Please please please get them out of the house...
    I struggle enough to chase even a Mouse....
    HELP look at this? now theyre eating my dinner!
    This never will do..vet says i Mustn't get thinner!
    {{Ouch}} what was that?? my chin hit the floor!
    ooooh i was dreaming..
    I wont be sleeping on this book no more!
     
     
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    September 22

    Dreaming Spires

     
     
    Dreaming Spires...
     
     
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    'lo she sits....'neath a moonlit bough  ...
    "what dream?" can she breathe life to now?
    which lane, can she..softly tip toe through...
    how grand? will she arrive on The Avenue...
     
    behold her ...'neath a garlanded bower..
    dreaming away past the midnight hour ...
    who will recall her ..from deep reverie?
    bringing her back.. back... to face her tower
     
    her moment of truth, is awaiting her there...
    she hears a faint call...and whispers a prayer  ..
    please please let this be, i have much things to joogle...
    let all of my answers...be found in you "GOOGLE!"
     
     
    "ok i'll fetch me coat!"   Embarrassed   Wink
     
     
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    August 05

    For My Gran

     
     
     
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    Dear Grand Mama I gaze at you
    in the faded grain Picture of Sepia hue
    Tho' of the past ..'ere we all shall be
    you meant so very much to me
    I gaze again on the Sepia view
    My Mother's  Mother... That was You.
    A Beauty and a Debutante..
    you bore My Mother..and Several Aunts
    My Grandfather He so loved you ..
    we all did Gran...Your Sons did too.
    Time did churn on...your family grew
    and In held esteem Gran, so did You!
    I woke one morn..the skies were grey..
    only to find, you'd  passed away...
    the  tears have dried, from my eyes of blue
    But my dear gran, i wont forget you..
    In rock pools of memories I always find you
    and as i gaze on that grain of Sepia hue
     
     
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    May 04

    this poem is dedicated to sheena (she knows why)

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    DEATH OF A LONELY PIXEL 

     

    poor little lonely pixel, sitting on "in counter" tray...
    no one  wanted this poor pixel, not yesterday or even today
    little pixel, had a sigh..watching buddies make their way,
    off to join a bigger picture, this made little pixel cry...
    "now what is this?" said little pixel...
    as more new playmates joined the tray..
    but after one more day and night, all these new pals got called away!...

    poor little sad lonely pixel..
    left alone..in a bare "in tray"
    could take no more,
    and so.. like the filing cabinet...
    pixel died! and faded into grey! -

    THE END

    *this poem is copyrighted..i penned it myself as a gift to sheena....  thank you!  :)

    mags  x

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