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Sing a song for my humble eyes

With the voice of the fiery Sun

And when you get to the reprise

Do not falter, do not run
 Aug 2013 Jaymi Swift
martin
There is a vicar from Chelsea
Who alas is not very wealthy
Often he dines on communion wine
And curried bat from the belfry

He lights a lot of incense
To hide his flatulence
He gets a bit high
Perhaps that is why
His sermons never make sense



--The vicar gets his knickers in a twist--

The old church roof had seen better days
The pressing need was a serious fund-raise
So the vicar abseiled down the tower
As the village watched by the graves and flowers

With a flurry his cassock flew up in the air
Shocking pink he wore under there
Flapping around it covered his face
As he dangled there in embarrassed disgrace

Someone called the fire brigade
A turntable ladder came to his aid
When at last they got him down
Humbled and grateful he kissed the ground
A hard nut once
asked him to crack her,
ambiguous might be the result
yet he was pleased
 Aug 2013 Jaymi Swift
Mike Hauser
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 Aug 2013 Jaymi Swift
Mike Hauser
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Pull my beating heart

From the hole that's in my chest

Caress it's ****** needs

Hand back what is left

Taken in my trembling hand

Placed upon my sleeve

For all the world to wonder

For all the world to see
Never Far Away

I wonder what he would say
If he were sitting here today
Would he tell me all the things he's seen
Would he say it was okay

Would we talk about the past we shared
Or of what the future holds
Will he give a glimpse of what's in store
And say he's met the Lord

Will he know how much I miss him
And miss the friendship that he gave
Tell me that although he's gone
He's now in a better place

Will we sit and talk for hours
Maybe write a poem or two
Will he play guitar and sing his songs
And say this one's for you

Will he tell me that he cant stay long
But his journey did not end
That he looks down from up above
To guide me as a friend

Will he say he knows I look for him
He hears the prayers that I say
That he will always be my friend
And he is never far away

In loving honor
of
Edward M. Dixon
This poem written in tears for an old friend of mine who I owe so much. Edward M Dixon, we were friends at a young age and he is so missed. He has written several poems and songs and had an incredible musical talent and voice. I look forward to one day seeing him again and just sitting and listening to him sing. I miss you my friend.
Thank you too all those
Who have shown so much support
And to those who show they care
No words could help you to understand
How much it means to me
It's not good, I know
Shh, but everyone here shows so much support
(Namingly Timothy)
And you guys have no idea how much it makes my day
So, thank you :) ***
 Aug 2013 Jaymi Swift
Mike Hauser
~Insert catchy title here~
Sometimes that's all  you need
To get the ball a-rolling
To get your poem its read

It may not make much sense at all
They'll figure out in time
But before it is they do
~Insert here the perfect line~

As your drawing to a close
The readers mind you feel like bending
The next line is the spot where you
~Insert here a killer ending~
 Aug 2013 Jaymi Swift
martin
We're ladies who lunch, we have a good time
We appreciate art, we sip fine wine
Watching our weight so no more than a nibble
But believe you me - we're fond of a giggle :)

We're ladies who lunch, we thrive on variety
We run the local history society
We move some chairs around in the hall
And invite a nice man to talk to us all

We're ladies who lunch, we support one another
Devouring books from cover to cover
We always discuss the topics we've read
Our husbands are hard at work or dead

We're ladies who lunch, we're busy but free
No one does luncheon better than we
Society's backbone, we stick together
And fully intend to go on for ever
I met a young girl from the country
Who didn't do rumpy pumpy
Until one night
To my delight
She acquired a taste for scrumpy
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