He was the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce
I went with him to buy one
a green one was his choice
he could have had a Vauxhall
he could have had a Ford
but not the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce.
He started with a Land Rover
and had a Scimitar too
he even had a Skoda
and went to number two!
I used to pull his leg for that
and he didn’t seem to mind
but when the Morris Minor came
that really was a find.
He was the Morris Minor Man
from down in Burton Joyce
he went and bought another one
to accompany the first
he could have brought home anything
but nothing else would do
that’s why the Morris Minor Man
went after number two.
He worked on them so carefully
as he chased round after parts
and when he was successful
it cheered his family’s hearts
for when they got to know those cars
they loved them, I could tell
could it be they had become
Minor fans as well!
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
The man you see.
He goes to work each morning often before it’s light
careful to remember the things he must get right.
The traffic is often heavy the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things to get him through the day.
He goes back home each evening sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves and take them to the park.
He feels a little weary with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep too tired to save his day.
But deep in the heart of the man you see
lives the man he wants to be
free to live life, his own way
true to himself, every single day.
A man who can make dreams come true
a man like me, a man like you.
A man who can set his spirit free
to be the man he wants to be.
He goes to work each morning the sky is often grey
and it’s, just another day, just another day………….
careful to remember the things he must get right.
The traffic is often heavy the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things to get him through the day.
He goes back home each evening sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves and take them to the park.
He feels a little weary with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep too tired to save his day.
But deep in the heart of the man you see
lives the man he wants to be
free to live life, his own way
true to himself, every single day.
A man who can make dreams come true
a man like me, a man like you.
A man who can set his spirit free
to be the man he wants to be.
He goes to work each morning the sky is often grey
and it’s, just another day, just another day………….
The Jewel Within Your Face.
I will always love you
with all your lovely ways.
And that precious little smile of yours
the jewel within your face.
We danced a lot in the early days
as you warmed my heart in so many ways.
I couldn’t help but fall in love
for you were my angel, sent from above.
There is a song of a ‘Lady in Red’
with you it was a little brown dress!
So simple in its shape and design
but in it you looked so divine.
Little things are special for me and you
like that night alone with you.
When we looked up to the stars, in early spring
and to us it meant everything.
Our life together continues on
but the little brown dress, sadly has gone.
Time has passed, the dancing has too
but I am still in love with you.
I will always love you
with all your lovely ways.
And that precious little smile of yours
the jewel within your face.
with all your lovely ways.
And that precious little smile of yours
the jewel within your face.
We danced a lot in the early days
as you warmed my heart in so many ways.
I couldn’t help but fall in love
for you were my angel, sent from above.
There is a song of a ‘Lady in Red’
with you it was a little brown dress!
So simple in its shape and design
but in it you looked so divine.
Little things are special for me and you
like that night alone with you.
When we looked up to the stars, in early spring
and to us it meant everything.
Our life together continues on
but the little brown dress, sadly has gone.
Time has passed, the dancing has too
but I am still in love with you.
I will always love you
with all your lovely ways.
And that precious little smile of yours
the jewel within your face.
Thank You
Thank you for being an Angel
to me through all the years.
For sharing with me the laughter
and sometimes even the tears.
For all the things you do for me
and for others too.
For being the most loveable girl in the world
God made when he made you.
For loving me without compromise
the way you always do.
But most of all, thank you
just for being you.
to me through all the years.
For sharing with me the laughter
and sometimes even the tears.
For all the things you do for me
and for others too.
For being the most loveable girl in the world
God made when he made you.
For loving me without compromise
the way you always do.
But most of all, thank you
just for being you.
Never Quite Alone.
Through his time of suffering
you sheltered him from the storm
he knew the love you gave to him
would keep him save and warm.
He may have only come into your life
for just a little while
but he gave you all his love with tenderness and a smile.
And although it’s with the Angels
he now shares a Heavenly home
with all the love he left you with
you are never quite alone.
For when you’re near a playground
on a summers day
you will hear his laughter in
the children as they play.
And when you hear the wind blow
all those autumn leaves
you will feel his gentleness
drifting through the trees.
When you see the stars
shine in a winter’s sky
you will see the twinkle
so often in his eye.
And when you feel the freshness
of each day in spring
you will be so happy
to wear his wedding ring.
When you feed those Badgers
as you often do
you will always remember
he loved them just like you.
you sheltered him from the storm
he knew the love you gave to him
would keep him save and warm.
He may have only come into your life
for just a little while
but he gave you all his love with tenderness and a smile.
And although it’s with the Angels
he now shares a Heavenly home
with all the love he left you with
you are never quite alone.
For when you’re near a playground
on a summers day
you will hear his laughter in
the children as they play.
And when you hear the wind blow
all those autumn leaves
you will feel his gentleness
drifting through the trees.
When you see the stars
shine in a winter’s sky
you will see the twinkle
so often in his eye.
And when you feel the freshness
of each day in spring
you will be so happy
to wear his wedding ring.
When you feed those Badgers
as you often do
you will always remember
he loved them just like you.
Long Blonde Hair And Eyes of Blue.
The doctor had said she looked tired today
the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away
her looks might go, her living could too
how would she cope, what could she do
she was late arriving for the photo shoot
in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots
the make up artist did her thing
and soon she was ready for anything.
She looked so good as the flash gun fired
with her make up on, she no longer looked tired
the photographer told her what to do
with her long blonde hair and eyes of blue
she knew how to seduce the camera lens
each exposure was her latest friend
it was clear to see she photographed well
even though she just felt like hell.
She knew how to grace a magazine cover
knowing how to look, more than any other
often she would be, the centrefold
in a magazine, that was never under sold
she still always had that look in her eye
even when she wanted, to just sit down and cry
Something had to give, something had to change
it was clear to see, things couldn’t stay the same.
But that was then and this is now
there’s always a way to survive somehow
gone are the looks that brought her fame
but she earns her living, just the same
now she works as a photographer herself
taking pictures for the magazine shelves
and she knows what to tell the girls to do
with their long blonde hair and eyes of blue.
the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away
her looks might go, her living could too
how would she cope, what could she do
she was late arriving for the photo shoot
in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots
the make up artist did her thing
and soon she was ready for anything.
She looked so good as the flash gun fired
with her make up on, she no longer looked tired
the photographer told her what to do
with her long blonde hair and eyes of blue
she knew how to seduce the camera lens
each exposure was her latest friend
it was clear to see she photographed well
even though she just felt like hell.
She knew how to grace a magazine cover
knowing how to look, more than any other
often she would be, the centrefold
in a magazine, that was never under sold
she still always had that look in her eye
even when she wanted, to just sit down and cry
Something had to give, something had to change
it was clear to see, things couldn’t stay the same.
But that was then and this is now
there’s always a way to survive somehow
gone are the looks that brought her fame
but she earns her living, just the same
now she works as a photographer herself
taking pictures for the magazine shelves
and she knows what to tell the girls to do
with their long blonde hair and eyes of blue.
Wanting Love Forever
Some people stay together, some don’t even try
some just don’t know how to, some just don’t see why.
They don’t believe in love, because someone broke their hearts
now they say goodbye to love, before it even starts.
But we believe in Forever, loving like we do
giving love to each other, in the things we do.
Caring about each other, more than just ourselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
They wonder how we feel this way, after all the years
still in love with each other, with more laughter than there’s tears.
They find it hard, to believe, we can be this way
maybe they just never had, a love that came to stay.
But we believe in Forever, loving like we do
giving love to each other, in the things we do.
Caring about each other, more than just ourselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
Perhaps if they found someone, who could mend a broken heart
that very special someone, then they would never part.
They would be loved by someone, for more than just a day
then maybe too they would know, a love that came to stay.
And they’d believe in Forever, nothing else would do
giving love to each other, in the things they do.
Caring about each other, more than just themselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
some just don’t know how to, some just don’t see why.
They don’t believe in love, because someone broke their hearts
now they say goodbye to love, before it even starts.
But we believe in Forever, loving like we do
giving love to each other, in the things we do.
Caring about each other, more than just ourselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
They wonder how we feel this way, after all the years
still in love with each other, with more laughter than there’s tears.
They find it hard, to believe, we can be this way
maybe they just never had, a love that came to stay.
But we believe in Forever, loving like we do
giving love to each other, in the things we do.
Caring about each other, more than just ourselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
Perhaps if they found someone, who could mend a broken heart
that very special someone, then they would never part.
They would be loved by someone, for more than just a day
then maybe too they would know, a love that came to stay.
And they’d believe in Forever, nothing else would do
giving love to each other, in the things they do.
Caring about each other, more than just themselves
hands and hearts together, wanting love forever.
Children No More
A picture hangs on my wall
it’s a photograph taken by me
of two little girls by the riverside
fishing there with me.
One is fishing with her home made rod
that her Grandpa made
the other with her little net
for which her pocket money paid.
They didn’t catch any fish that day
not even a tiddler or two
but they still had a happy day
and their picture taken too!
They’re grown up now Children no more
though one at home still stays
the other has gone away
to live her student days.
They always loved the riverside
and being there with me
but if they had a special place
it was being by the sea.
Now sometimes when I walk across a beach
my mind plays tricks on me
I can hear their little voices shout
“we’re playing in the sea!”
I see their smiling faces
happy on the beach
and little footprints in the sand
made by their tiny feet.
They’re grown up now Children no more
living life’s laughter and tears
and I wonder if they still remember
those special childhood years.
it’s a photograph taken by me
of two little girls by the riverside
fishing there with me.
One is fishing with her home made rod
that her Grandpa made
the other with her little net
for which her pocket money paid.
They didn’t catch any fish that day
not even a tiddler or two
but they still had a happy day
and their picture taken too!
They’re grown up now Children no more
though one at home still stays
the other has gone away
to live her student days.
They always loved the riverside
and being there with me
but if they had a special place
it was being by the sea.
Now sometimes when I walk across a beach
my mind plays tricks on me
I can hear their little voices shout
“we’re playing in the sea!”
I see their smiling faces
happy on the beach
and little footprints in the sand
made by their tiny feet.
They’re grown up now Children no more
living life’s laughter and tears
and I wonder if they still remember
those special childhood years.
A Certain Smile
It was on my regular walk, when I first saw her
with her beautiful red hair, flowing in the breeze.
A lovely young girl, in her teens
always happy to smile at me
and to say hello.
She was much younger then.
Now when I see her, she has the look of a women
and a young man holds her hand.
I saw them both walking towards me the other day
coming from the woods nearby.
His face a little flushed and her hair still lovely,
but rather ruffled.
They both seemed a little self concious
when they passed me by.
And as she said hello,
she seemed to look different,
as she gave me a certain smile,
Something I'd not seen for a long time.
Then I realised what I had seen,
he was her first love,
we all know the signs.
I think she may have shared
her passion with him
for the very first time.
I haven't seen them for quite a while.
They probably have other ways
of spending time together now,
than walks through the woods.
But I think I will always remember her,
with her lovely red hair and that certain smile.
with her beautiful red hair, flowing in the breeze.
A lovely young girl, in her teens
always happy to smile at me
and to say hello.
She was much younger then.
Now when I see her, she has the look of a women
and a young man holds her hand.
I saw them both walking towards me the other day
coming from the woods nearby.
His face a little flushed and her hair still lovely,
but rather ruffled.
They both seemed a little self concious
when they passed me by.
And as she said hello,
she seemed to look different,
as she gave me a certain smile,
Something I'd not seen for a long time.
Then I realised what I had seen,
he was her first love,
we all know the signs.
I think she may have shared
her passion with him
for the very first time.
I haven't seen them for quite a while.
They probably have other ways
of spending time together now,
than walks through the woods.
But I think I will always remember her,
with her lovely red hair and that certain smile.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Recent Achievements.
Poetry Over Coffee On Line Magazine.
Featured- War Child and Just To Be Happy, in their Spring 2010 edition.
I achieved Poem of the Week on 'Poetry Retreat Website' twice recently with Lady of the Light,on 20th March and Play That Tune, 3rd April
All Poetry.Com. I recently achieved the following awards with various contests I entered.- GOLD War Child, Children No More, Play That Tune.
SILVER War Child
BRONZE Just To Be Happy, A Better Way, War Child, Lady Of The Light,
Just For Tonight.
Featured- War Child and Just To Be Happy, in their Spring 2010 edition.
I achieved Poem of the Week on 'Poetry Retreat Website' twice recently with Lady of the Light,on 20th March and Play That Tune, 3rd April
All Poetry.Com. I recently achieved the following awards with various contests I entered.- GOLD War Child, Children No More, Play That Tune.
SILVER War Child
BRONZE Just To Be Happy, A Better Way, War Child, Lady Of The Light,
Just For Tonight.
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