There lived a young lad called Mark.
Who lived by himself, under a bridge in the Park.

By day he would wander around, alone.
He was lost and lonely with no place to call his own.

Mark, though, had a magic trick.
He could play a good tune with a couples of old cans and a pair of drumsticks.

By day Mark would set up his show.
Tin cans, his drumsticks, a few lights to create atmosphere, give a bright glow.

As the day turned to night and the sky began to turn red
Just as young children were going to bed.
Mark would play his tunes on his cans.
It had the sound of a large marching band.

People would gather around in large crowds.
They would gather in all weather, sun, rain, grey clouds.
People would listen, clap, sing a long, being loud.

People started to leave money in a hat on the floor.
Mark was hoping one day to have enough to rent a place with his own front door.

For now though Mark was happy as he was, by day he was still alone.  
This gave him time to think, maybe he would add a saxaphone.

Captain of your Ship

I have good health of that I am sure.
I have some wealth, by that I mean I am not poor.

I get up each day with a smile on my face.
I am grateful for the home we call “our place”.

I love the man with whom I share my life.
I am happy to wear his ring and be called his Wife.

I am honest, fun and kind to be with.
I am grateful for the life I live.

I have not had to struggle because “I am white”.
I have not defended someone’s political cause or plight.

I have not smoked *****, **** or popped pills.
I have not sold jewellery to pay the bills.

I have not been stopped by the Police in the street.
Although I have received a ticket for exceeding speed.

I have not competed at sports with the best.
I have not taken part in a Cricket Test.

I have smoked cigarettes.
Failed at what sometimes seemed like the simplest of tests.

I like a drink or maybe two, of wine, beer, white *** and gin.
I like romantic novels heroes with muscles and a **** grin.

I love music of all types, rock and roll, country, jazz and blues.
Most mornings I awake and hit the alarm button to snooze.

I like to run but I’m not very fast.
I get the job done and, in a race, I have never been placed last.

I like to write Poems of the environment I observe.
I like a meal that is proceeded by Hors D’oerves.


I have not been sentenced to time inside.
I have not had to change my hair colour, wear a wig or hide.

I have learnt that life comes in all shapes and sizes.
Life comes in many different forms and guises.

The wisest one is the one that sees.
It’s fine to make mistakes, it’s fine to be me.

I am the sum of all my parts.
As long as I remain faithful to what is held in my heart.

Life the life you want.
Be the person you want to be.

Life is a gift and it is never too late.
Take your life in your hands be the master of your own fate.

Do not look back with regrets, look forward with hope and cheer.
Take your life in your hand, you have the power to change, the power to learn, the power to steer.

Be the Captain of your own Ship.
Be the Captain of your own Sea.
Be the Captain of your own destiny.

Happy New Year to you all.
May your dreams and wishes come true, for each and everyone of you.

May your family roll in a wealth of happiness.
May you shine your light and let love in.
May you flourish in all you strive to do.
May 2019 be good to you.

Say goodbye to 2018.
It was mostly good and not too mean.
It was one of the better, recent one, that has been.

So raise your glasses and with me give cheers and thanks for another, coming, year.

Happy 2019

Wishing you a very merry Christmas
Filled with love and joy.
An early morning start, opening presents with your girls and boys.
Fingers crossed they've been good enough this year to get their wished for toy.

Eating and drinking with your family
Playing lots of games.
Log fires burning, chestnuts roasting in the flames.
Grandad snoring in his chair.
Children laughing at his balding grey hair.

At 3pm after the Queens speech, together we all sit.
A table that usually sits four, now sits ten people or more.
Turkey at the centre, 3 veggies and gravy in a dish.
Everyone pulling crackers and making a New Years wish.

Later in the evening corrie street on the tele.
Everyone sat together on the sofa watching with very full bellies.

Another Christmas day almost done.
Mum and Dad relaxing with a glass or two.
Raising their glasses and toasting a Very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you.

When you write of your feelings, do you write closed or revealing?
Do you pick up your pen and lay your feelings down?
When you see your feelings on the paper, do they make you smile or frown?

Do you write a poem to pick you up?
Are you a person with a half filled cup?

Is your poem of value to others?
Is your poem a tribute to your father, mother or a sister or brother?

How do you pick your idea?
Do you think of loved ones far and near?

Do you read a variety of books?
Do you read of love, romance, horror, sci-fi, any other topics that catch your eye?

Do you read poetry every day?
Do you write to newspapers, have your say?

How do all you wonderful poets present your thoughts?
Is it learned or is it taught?

Do these questions make you think?
Have you finished reading it in a wink?

Clouds you stealthily pass us by.
To where i wonder and know not why.
You quietly move with little noise but lots of grace.
Moving at ease throughout the vast space.
Sometimes you are grey and heavy with rain.
Then you release the water and flood our drains.
Sometimes you are light, fluffy and white.
Combined with an early morning sun and you are quite the sight.
Your form creates patterns in the bright blue sky.
Visible on earth to the human eye.
It is quite breathtaking and makes me smile.
Light, fluffy and white clouds, please hang around for a while.

You gave your today for all of our tomorrows.
In the process causing your families such grief and sorrow.

8. 5 Million lost their lives
In the ultimate human sacrifice.
So young and a life ahead still to live.
So much to offer so much to give.

From boy to men you grew together.
Defending our Country, you thought you had forever.
Dug into the trenches, making your home.
Standing on guard, guns in hand, brothers in arms.

One last order from the Commander, shoulder to shoulder you go over the top.
Last man standing is when you will stop.

100 YEARS has since passed.
The Great War unfortunately was not the last.
Today we wear our poppies with pride.
To remember all soldiers who have died.
We shed tears for those loved and lost.
At what price, at what cost?
Freedom given, many lives lost.

Thank you to all Soldiers that have been before.
Some gave their lives, some gave their limbs, some gave their minds.
They gave it freely, their gift Freedom to all mankind.

   THANK YOU

Autumnal colours vibrant and strong.
Framing the Landscape, broad and long.
Trees of different type and colour.
Various combinations to discover.
Leaves of Red, Orange, Yellow, Brown and Green.
Combining to create a wonderfully, warming scene.
Deciduous trees, shedding their leaves.
Decorating the floor, treasures left for children to explore.
The days darken, the heat lessens, the wind and rain set in.
This can only mean one thing,  Winter is keen to begin.

Growing up in a whirl
Not sure if I’m boy or girl
Playing with *****, bikes and bats
Doing what is expected by my Mum and Dad
Waiting for the day I can make them proud
Make the change, grow my wings and fly
Change my appearance, set myself free
Live a new life, just being me.

From an early age, being picked on daily by other boys
Pulling my hair, kicking, taking my toys
Calling me names, designed to hurt
Spiting in my face, spraying hateful name tags on my shirt
Fighting with my parents, begging them to set me free
Let me live my life, let me be me

People judge who they see, without getting to know the real me
I don’t fit the normal mode
I don’t act as I am told
Some people consider me brave and bold
Others consider me outside the mould

Here I sit, fifteen years old
Waiting for the seasons to change from warm to cold
Slashing my wrists, marking my arms, using a knife to self-harm
Waiting for Winter to become Spring
Waiting for a new age to begin, a life of choices, a life fulfilling
Only then will I be free to spread my wings and fly
Transforming from caterpillar to a living breathing, happy, Butterfly

Pumpkin spiced lattes and Pumpkin pie
Slimy fingers and frogs eyes
Masks that make you scream with fear
All in abundance at this time of year

Carved Pumpkin faces atop your steps
Candles lit and inset
Giving the Pumpkin an eerie glow
Making it look ghostly, ethereal

Children in costumes, fancy dress
Hoping to catch your eye, impress
Knocking on doors, trick or treat
Hoping to collect a yummy sweet

Pumpkin spiced lattes and Pumpkin pie
Slimy fingers and frogs eyes
Masks that make you scream with fear
All in abundance at this time of year

How do you define love?
How do you begin?
Come with me on this journey and explore,
The emotion of love that we all truly adore,
The emotion that we all seek to receive,
The emotion that makes us weak at the knees.
An emotion that has been written about in Music, Stories, Poetry
An emotion we have captured in paint,
An emotion we long for to hold and cherish, let noone taint.

Songwriters have written lyrics, declaring their feelings of desire,
Different Genres, Ballads, Rock Anthems,Jazz, Rhythm andBlues,
Singing of love for cars, women and drink.

Singing of the Power of Love and who started the fire,
Singing of pain, hurt, unrequited love, betrayal too
Songs making us remember, desire and think.

Music so light and pretty,
Music that rises slowly to a high crescendo,
Music of passion, devotion, trust and loyalty.

Music that is dark and *****,
Music that takes you down low,
Music of betryal, mistrust and insanity.

Artists take to the brush to paint a picture clear,
Of women walking on a bridge parasol in hand,
Portraying feelings of lust, romanticism and fear,
Of lovers dancing on the beach leaving footprints in the sand.

Portraying their love of the beauty that surrounds, women and children with beguiling smiles,
Portraits that make you laugh, cry and stand still for a while.

Artists that capture the perfect smile,
Artists that capture that capture the love in the eyes,
Artists that capture that moment, once in a while,
Artists that capture that bond, those ties.

Poets create a picture with their words,
Bringing to mind lust and desire,
Writing of feelings that matter.
Making you cry, laugh, raising your emotions higher and higher,
Using words that describe, pain, and hurt,words that charm and flatter.

Poets that tell a story of hardship, friendship and survival,
Poets that make you laugh, cry and bring about revival.

Poets that write of emotions,
Poets that write of tenderness,
Poets that write of devotion,
Poets that write of togetherness.

Throughout the centuries we are bequiled by love,
How it hurts, how it heals,
The emotions love makes you feel.

How it is won, how it is lost.
Love at what price, what cost?

How we desire love from each other,
How we desire the love of our father and mother.

How love can raise you up and let you down,
How love can get a smile out of a frown.

How love can be your freedom and yet love can smother,
There is no medium that can capture all the different aspect of love for each other.

Love is unique,
Love can be bleak.

Love is scary,
Love can be weary.

Love is strength,
Love can be any time, any length.

Love is freedom,
Love can be your guiding beacon.

Each and everyone of us, feels love in someway
How do you recognise love? if love spoke to you, what would it say?

I'll be there in the morning when the sun rises
I'll be there throughtout lifes little surprises
I'll be there in your darkest of hours
I'll be there at times when life turns sour
I'll be there as our children grow
I'll be there to reap the love from the seeds we have sown
I'll be there as we grow older together
I'll be there by your side, my love, forever and ever

These little Gifts i gift to you

A warm loving smile
A soft handhold
A light touch upon your chest
A few loving words, letting you know your the best.

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

Recall these little Gifts
If ever you are enveloped in a red mist
Recall these little Gifts and i will come to you, bring you calm
These little Gifts are given to bring you peace not harm

If ever you are lonely or feeling down
Remember these little Gifts, can save you and change a smile from a frown

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

These little Gifts are priceless and in constant supply
You have no need to order them, to purchase or buy
They are yours to bring to mind freely, just relax and close your eyes.

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

Remember me as your strength, your guide, your light
Remember me as your weakness too
Remember me in all the things that you do

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

Light touch
On my lips
Violent feelings erupt, when your hands dance their way to my hips
Entwined bodies, ecstatic, elated
Repleted and exquisitely
Sated

Another year over, a new one has begun,
I reflect on the great things that I’ve done,
The places I’ve been, the people I’ve met,
The many ways I travelled by car, train and jet.

I’ve been to some great places, Zante, Memphis, New Orleans & France,
All these places have their own unique rhythm and dance,
In Zante it’s Greek music and dancing, jumping and clapping all part of the fun,
In France the rhythm is vibrant and fun, all taking part under a gorgeous warm sun,
In Memphis, of course, it’s rock and roll, rhythm and blues and a lot of soul,
Beale St is the place to go,
In New Orleans, it’s rhythm and blues and jazz,
On each street corner marching bands,
Bourbon St the place for all genres of music from Louis Armstrong to Jason Mraz.

I’ve climbed to the top of a Mountain to look at a Saxon Fort,
I’ve been underground to some Roman Remains,
I’ve travelled the English Channel from Dover Port.
I’ve become intolerant to the Gluten Grain.

I’ve visited Old Trafford, the Theatre of Dreams,
I’ve been to Cardiff to see the Speedway,
Visited a stately home for Scones and Cream,
I’ve visited The Mumbles, Swansea just for the day.

I’ve celebrated my middle son getting married,
I’ve snuggled the Grandkids for hours and hours,
Dozens of shopping trips complete and bags carried,
Worried over my Grandkids in the darkest of hours.

I’ve visited Graceland’s, home of The King,
I’ve travelled from Memphis to New Orleans by Amtrak train,
I’ve visited the bayou of New Orleans,
Seen Alligators sleeping, Herons, Lizards and Cat Fish on the end of a line,
Travelled the Mississippi on a paddle boat powered by steam.

I’ve visited museums in several locations,
The Van Gogh, The *** Museum and The Moco in Amsterdam, The Lowry and Imperial War Museum in Manchester,
Walked these cities in all types of Weather,
Viewed paintings and sculptures by Van Gogh, Dali, Lowry and Banksy, photographs of **** maids and their Lords,
At the Imperial War Museum, I learned a lot about wars,
On display the bravery of more than a few, Men, Women and Children too.

I’ve had family days out aplenty,
Fed ducks, swans and geese with stale bread,
Trips to the park on seesaws and swings,
Laughed so much, at Comedy Club, it’s hurt my head.

I’ve travelled on a barge up the Manchester Ship Canal
I’ve visited Rame Head, Cornwall, for Family occasions
I’ve watched Peabody Ducks march back to their nest, a carnival fit for Royal
Walked along the cliffs of Whitsand Bay, close to the Coastguard Station

I’ve published two children’s books based on stories told my children at bedtime
I’ve been to concerts, Phil Collins, Coldplay, Robbie Williams and The Rolling Stones
I’ve written many a poem, 190 plus including Limericks, consisting of 5 lines that rhyme
I’ve had a tooth implant, causing swelling and bruising to my cheekbones

I’ve discovered a love of Gin and Tonic,
I never used to like so that’s ironic
Rhubarb and Ginger my favourite flavour
Sit at the bar, sip it slow, it’s a joy to savour

I’ve had times I needed to cry
I’ve had times I needed a hug
I’ve had times I needed to smile
I’ve had times I needed to laugh
I’ve had times I needed no one
I’ve had times I needed to be surrounded

As I reflect at the year past,
I reflect that mostly it’s been a blast,
This year I want to experience new things,
And, my long-term plan is to return to running.

So, please Lord bring forth another year,
I’ll use all my blood, sweat and tears,
To make good use of another year.
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On This Day In History – August 15th

1914 – The Panama Canal opens to traffic with the transit of the cargo ship SS Ancon.
1920 – Polish-Soviet War: Battle of Warsaw, so-called Miracle at the Vistula.
1939 – The Wizard of Oz premieres at Grauman's Chinese Theater in Los Angeles, California.
1941 – Corporal Josef Jakobs is executed by firing squad at the Tower of London at 07:12, making him the last person to be executed at the Tower for espionage.
1944 – World War II: Operation Dragoon: Allied forces land in southern France.
1947 – India gains Independence from British rule after near 190 years of Crown rule and joins the Commonwealth of Nations.
1965 – The Beatles play to nearly 60,000 fans at Shea Stadium in New York City, an event later regarded as the birth of stadium rock.
1998 – Northern Ireland: Omagh bombing takes place; 29 people (including a woman pregnant with twins) killed and some 220 others injured.
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People I Share my Birthday with

Princess Anne
Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain
Jennifer Lawrence
Deborah Messing
Ben Afleck
Jack Russell
Carol Thatcher
Mark Thatcher

Muscles ache,
Exhaustion sets in
My head is in a bit of a spin
What is this Gym, where people partake?
I thought you said Gin for goodness sake!

Kettle bells, weight machines, deadman lifts
Grin and bare it, lift, lift, lift!
Treadmills, rowing machines,  standing bikes
Keep going 30 secs on, 15 secs off is what we like!

Muscle men and woman showing their skills
Pushing heavy weights just for thrills

My Person Trainer is one of the best
Until it comes to putting me to the test
Then i dont like him very much
He keeps me going when i just want to give up

However he knows my goals
And i trust he will get me there
So for the moment i grin and bare

I will keep going to the Gym
And of course partake in the ocassional Gin :)

She laughs
She crys
She moans
She sighs

He laughs
He crys
He moans
He sighs

Together as one
They laugh
They cry
They moan
They sigh

There was a young girl from Troy.
Who fancied she could fight like a boy.
She stepped up to the ring and started to sing.
So much joy did she bring as she danced around the ring.
It was the perfect decoy that she used on that boy, that devious young girl from Troy.

Once upon a time, long ago.
Lived a young girl called Ishimo.
Ishimo lived in the trees, between the fields and the deep blue sea.

Ishimo one day decided to explore.
Crept downstairs and out the front door.
Silently sneaking on her knees.
She ran away from her home in the trees.

Ishimo had been running for sometime and was hungry for food and thirsty for drink.
Maybe some wine, Ishimo started to think, she had heard her Mummy say that wine was indeed very fine.

Ishimo was missing her Mummy, started to rub her tummy.
She started to crawl around on the floor looking for something to eat and drink.
Ishimo was very hungry, it was a long time since she had fed, she began to think.
Ishimo found on the ground some berries, bright red and looking very delicious to someone who hadn't eaten all day.
She consumed the berries very quick and soon she realised she was beginning to feel sick.

A short time later she did find a half empty bottle of wine.
A few sips was all she had before deciding her Mummy must be mad.

Sometime later now, her belly in much pain, she laid her head down, not knowing when she would get up again.
Sleeping Ishimo was hard to wake, her Mummy was very distressed.
She loved her little Ishimo very much and felt very blessed.
Mummy shook and shook Ishimo with all her might, until day began to turn to night.
She talked to her about her Father, Brothers and Sisters, how they all dearly loved her and truly missed her.

By the start of the next day as the sun began to rise.
Little Ishimo began to open her eyes.
She saw joy upon her family's faces and heard her Mummy's sighs.
Little Ishimo felt truly alive, smiled and started to rise.

Her Father, Mummy, Brothers and Sisters were indeed very pleased, to have little Ishimo returned to them, they had their fears eased.

Now Mummy and Little Ishimo go from town to town, telling the tale of the day that Ishimo laid her head on the ground.
Warning others not to disobey and take it in their own hands to run away.

Little Ishimo and her friends now respect their environment and berries on the ground and are left for the elders to gather and prepare, for some can be eaten if prepared with care.

Be Wise, Be Safe, know your berries, know your place :)

I wander down memory lane
Crossing corn fields, climbing over farm gates
Meandering through cobbled streets
Golden sandals on my feet
Tanned skin glowing, oh so brown
Smiling, laughing never a frown

I wander down memory lane
Swimming in blue sea, climbing rocks,
surfing in the choppy sea
I have a feeling of being young and carefree
Holding hands with my love, hands fit together like one soft glove

I wander down memory lane
Christmas tree standing tall, dropping needles on the floor
Mulled wine warming on the stove
Christmas tunes playing on the radio
Wrapping presents for the children, while they sleep
Presents wrapped, stored safely away from their keep

I wander down memory lane
This time a road trip to foreign lands
Car packed full to the brim, clothes, games, buckets and spades
Walking along glitzy promenades
Dip our toes in the warm ocean, walk on golden sands
Play mini golf, ride on a big dipper, have a late supper, go to the circus, catch a band

I wander down memory lane
To March and an usually warm sunny day
My wonderful Dad by my side, i step out the car a smile a mile wide
Todays the day I say i do for the rest of my days
It all goes by so quickly and in a bit of a fuzzy warm haze

I wander down memory lane
Full of wonderful memories and happy days
I wander down memory lane
Just for a while
The memories i recall making me smile
Its lovely to wander even just for a while

I wonder if I  truly am a poet?
I put pen to paper and write some verse.
Whatever comes into my headfirst.

Does that make me a Poet, I ponder?

I consider what i write and what does it mean?
Am i truly any good i wonder, is that still to be seen?

I write about things I see, try to capture it well, if possible a little story I tell.
I write about my feelings for my loved ones present and past.
About my marriage, children and grandchildren and how we have a blast.

Does this make me a Poet I wonder?

I write about daily happenings in the news, some horrific stories, some written to amuse.

Am I truly a Poet?

What makes a Poet good?

Is it clarity of verse
Putting others not you first
Is it being able to write short burts, Haiku style
Long stories that make people forget for a while

I guess what i am trying to say
Is, do you put pen to paper to have your say?
Write some lines in a journal every day?
Write some verse, no matter how short?
Do the lines rhyme, of a sort?

Then welcome my friend

You are a Poet

You should celebrate and let everyone know it.

A Ghostly tale
Of a Girly Ghost
Who lived in a house where once her Mother would host,
the most wonderful parties you would ever find.
The table decorations and chandeliers would blow your mind.
She invited people of a higher class, fed them shrimp on a plate and champagne in a glass.
They would dance in each other's arms, to a 3 piece band and all their charms.
The party would start at half past eight and run into the night until very late.
Everyone wanted a ticket to this ball, they would pay the full cost of the ticket, and barter to pay more.
It was elegant and a bit of a bore, but the Ghostly Girl would have loved one more.
The girl was just sixteen and her Mum used to say she was too young to join in, send her on her way, to her room.  
The Ghostly Girl did recall, a time she was in her room one of these nights when a very loud noise gave her such a fright.
She rose up from her bed and decided to explore.
She was on the landing looking down when,
she saw several persons dressed as a clown,
Moving around where they shouldn't have been,
unaware they had been seen.
The clowns were getting drunk, being raucous, having a laugh.
They were spinning on the dance floor, falling to the ground.
Not caring for a minute if anyone was around.
They were telling jokes and poking fun, spraying water with a plastic gun.
They had on bright colour clothes and makeup on their faces.
Their shoes were 7 feet long and done up with bright coloured laces.
They were light and cheery and lots of fun.
They saw the girl and invited her to join in, took her arm and gave her a spin.
The girl threw back her head and laughed and laughed, she was feeling light, heady and giddy dancing to Duran Duran and P Diddy.
She tasted hot dogs in a bun, sprayed water from the plastic gun, danced upon the wooden floor.
It was everything she wanted and so much more.
The clowns, just before midnight sent her on her way.
Back in the present, she was wondering if her Mum had thrown a party recently and how it went.
She was a Girly Ghost it was no use to pretend.
The Girly Ghost would always be sixteen, always remain,
with blonde hair and lean.
She would always remain a child at heart and would miss her Mum's party's for evermore, looking down at them made her feel glum.
Hovering over the bed that once was hers, she remembered again the time with the Clowns, glad she had that memory too.
Forever she would miss her Mum and Dad, thinking of them made her sad, thinking of the Clowns made the pain go away, at least until the next day.
Little did the Ghostly Girl know her Mum and Dad were unable to stay in the house the Girl lived and moved away.
The Ghostly Girl continued to roam the old house night and day waiting for someone familiar to come her way, one day she knew they would all be reunited and the parties then would make her delighted.
To be back in the arms of her Mum and Dad she would be happy,  no longer be sad.
For now, though she roams, alone in the house, only kept company by some spiders and a mouse.

Hi D Raven here again
Remember me, I’m the Vampire people would love to slain.
But 500 years I’ve now had and 500 more I’m destined for.
I’m going to tell you a short tale but be warned it will make your face pale.
So before you turn the page, let me first check your worldly age?
You must of course be twenty one to be included in the fun.
Come children gather closely now, while I stand up and take a bow.
Let the story begin.......


One day whilst at home, cutting chicken off the bone.
In an effort to impress, a lady emporess.
It was getting rather late but after all this was considered a date.
The lady hearing of my good looks, made a phone call and the night was booked.

So here I am all alone, cutting chicken off the bone, when the lights begin to trigger and I hear a womanly voice snigger.
The woman’s voice then says all light and airy, "welcome to your bad fairy".
Thinking I had been set up and someone was playing a trick, again the lights began to flick.
I slowly crept about the room, searching for a weapon, I found a broom.
I waited for the lights to settle just then I heard the whistling of a kettle.
Distracted, I turned around then, I heard another sound, this time it came from the room above, from the Cote where I kept my Pet Dove.

I headed up the stairs steep, to where my Dove I did keep.
I found feathers on the ground, my Dove was nowhere to be found.
My heart was beating out of my chest, until I found my Dove I could not rest.

I ran a few ideas through my mind, trying to forge a plan to find, my Dove.

        MY DOVE, MY DOVE, MY PET  
MY  LOVE
       WHERE FOR ART THOU?
       YOU NO LONGER PERCH UPON YOUR BOUGH

I ran from room to room, searching high and low but still could not find the Dove that was on my mind.

Returning back to the Kitchen, I found the surfaces all covered in Lichen.
Someone had covered all the surfaces in bright green.
It was a mess like no other I had seen.

Then I heard a womanly giggle and ran towards the sound.
My feet began to slip and slide, I fell to the floor and slid right into the kitchen door.

The woman giggled once again and I wiggled on my belly towards the sound coming from the room with the tele.
What do you think I found?

       MY DOVE, MY DOVE, MY PET,
MY LOVE

Sitting on the remote control, turning channels nice and slow.
Hopping from foot to foot, laughing as he does, free from restraints of the Cote above.

What about the green slime, I hear you ask?

Well the Dove had tried a simple task of making some Jelly to eat before the tele.  
It ended up on the floor then I slipped and head butted the door.

I called the Lady Emporess and apologised to her but I had to break our date.
It simply was not within our fate to have this late night date.

Now I am running late for another date, I have a Kitchen to clean, a meal to make and an evening in front of the tele just me my Pet Dove, my best mate.

Well that's all folks for now, I bid you goodnight and take my bow.

First you are born
Then everyone experiences the same firsts, just at different time bursts

Your first cuddle
Your first smile
Your first solid food
Your first tooth
Your first steps
Your first word
Your first shoes
Your first lullaby
Your first haircut

With your family you begin to create memorable firsts that last a lifetime.

Your first time holding a knife and fork
Your first visit to the park
Your first birthday
Your first visit to Father Christmas
Your first time riding a bike
Your first time going on a hike
Your first time roller skating
Your first time climbing a tree
Your first time grazing your knee
Your first holiday
Your first swimming lesson
Your first school
Your first exam
Your first cinema outing
Your first visit to the zoo
Your first ice cream

Next moving into your teens and the firsts that period brings, some of angst and fallen dreams.

Your first spot on your face
Your first period
Your first High Heel shoes
Your first boyfriend or girlfriend
Your first kiss
Your first broken heart
Your first day at High School
Your first crush on a Teacher
Your first forever friend
Your first day at College
Your first interview
Your first job
Your first driving lesson
Your first car

When you are older, if you are lucky, you find someone to share experiences with and your firsts become 1+1 = 2

When we first met
Our first date
Our first touch
Our first kiss
Our first dance
Our first song
Our first concert
Our first house
Our first child
Our first trip to the beach
Our first trip to the rugby
Our first trip to the speedway
Our first holiday at home
Our first holiday abroad
Our first ride on a train
Our first trip on an aeroplane
Our first car
Our first new car
Our first summer ball
Our first Winter ball
Our first trip to a museum
Our first grandchild

Looking for the firsts in life, will give you a life full of fun and surprise.
Reach for the first no matter what you do, keeping life interesting and new.
A life full of firsts will keep you young at heart.
Keep seeking out the firsts, until the day you depart.

There was a young man from Crew
Whose eyes were incredibly blue
They shone so bright at night
They switched off the street lights
Thanks to the energising young man from Crew

Darkness cloaks the evening
Like a welcome friend
Bringing the bright daytime
To its natural end

Time to rejuvenate and repair
Energy, bones, skin and hair
Time to slumber a deep sleep
Time to recall memories held deep

Memories of the day gone past
New memories created, what a blast
Memories of the days of childhood
Happy memories that still stood

Sometimes the night is invaded, by dreams we don't know
Taking us to places hidden deep within our soul

What's the meaning of these dreams, that keep us awake
But in the morning we don't remember, for heaven sake

Night with all its mysteries
Is a welcome part of the day
Remember always that night comes before day

So I embrace the darkness, soak up the beauty of the night
Don't let it capture you with fright

Don't let night-time get in the way
Embrace it, use it to rejuvenate, anticipate, the start of another beautiful day

Dear brothers and sisters
We are gathered here today
To celebrate the life and slow demise of a very close friend

He was a big part of my childhood and yours
But of late his use has dwindled daily
Until sadly today he exists a hermits life
Only very rarely being called into use

I fear the day is upon us that he shall no longer be useful and therefore I ask you join me in wishing 'Common Sense' a safe and fruitful retirement

He will be sadly missed

Lying, sleeping on the couch.
Arms outstretched, he has no cares, tumbling blonde curly hair
A whirlwind by day, he is no slouch, for that I can truly vouch.

My grandson not yet turned two.
The apple of his grandads eye.
He will awake again in a few, so much to see and do.
Once awake he will run and fly our precious little butterfly.