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April Fool

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It’s that time of the year

When everyone wants to shout

So you have to be on your guard

Don’t let them all catch you out

 

So you be the first one to be aware

Make sure it’s before noon be cool

Catch all your friends on the hop

Playing the game of April fool.

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

EASTER TIME


Easter time is upon us

Spring has come at last

Displaying all her beauty

Like a carpet she has cast

 

Out of the dreary winter

With colours of every shade

A breath-taking panorama

That Mother Nature has made

 

Frogs in the Lilly ponds

With frogspawn all around

Soon there will be tadpoles

Jumping up and down

Birds are also busy

Building with haste and zest

Making ready for new life

As they build their precious nest

 

 Children prepare their Easter bonnets

Decorated with chicks eggs and glue

Display them at the Easter Parade

For the delights of me and you

 

It’s a time of new beginnings

To focus on new things to do

 Be more positive in your thinking

To create a better future for you

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Mothers Special Day

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Mothers Day will be upon us soon

How are we going to celebrate this event?

Shall we buy her chocolates and flowers?

Or buy her an expensive bottle of scent

 

We all take mothers for granted

Expecting she will always be there

She is always a good listener

And all your problems she will share

 

She sometimes becomes a nurse and a doctor

When you have hurt yourself at play

She will sit you upon her lap

Until the pain goes away

 

She will do these things all of your life

In sickness and in health

She will never give up on you

For a mother never thinks of her self 

 

A champion to all of the family

At times she will have her say

For a mother is the kingpin of the family

So show your appreciation on this her special day

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

Mothers Day will be upon us soon

How are we going to celebrate this event?

Why not dedicate a poem to your Mother 

This Sunday

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Mothers day

What is a mother?

What does she do?

What is so special?

A mother does for you

 

She is kind and loving

She is strict, but always fair

When you were afraid of the dark

For you she was always there

 

She shared all your emotions

Picked you up when life was tough

Smoothed things over for you

When your pathway in life was rough

 

There are many ways to say thank you

To a mother you love so dear

For a mother that is so loving

When she wipes away a tear

 

Do not take a mother for granted

In addition, do not forget to say

Mother I really do love you

Especially on this your special day


Malcolm G Bradshaw

A LETTER TO A MOTHER IN SPIRIT

 

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Dear Mother, It is very hard,

As I do not know where to start,

These few words I send to you,

Come from within my heart.

 

Now that you are no longer with me,

You are always on my mind,

I remember you were very gentle,

And to me, so very kind.

 

Sometimes I said things to hurt you,

But you took it in your stride,

And although you never shown it,

You must have hurt inside.

 

You helped me through my heartaches,

And problems I could not bear,

For I know that in the background,

You were always there.

 

I suppose I took you for granted,

My enemy and my friend,

My eyes are filled with tears,

For this letter I cannot send.

 

You are no longer with me,

For you have gone to a better place,

I miss the love you gave me,

And the smile upon your face.

 

Mother, I love you very much,

That is all I want to say,

These greetings I send you,

Because it is Mothers Day…

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Mother

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A sweet enchanting smile

Warm and tender charms

The things I remember

While safe in mother’s arms

 

Protected from all troubles

Comforted when in pain

Kissed gently on the cheek

To make all better again

 

Guided through my infant life

Of things I should not do

Taught me right from wrong

And shown things old and new

 

I want to thank you mother

I cherished all the years

Even when I was punished

And cried so many tears

 

And now that I am older

My love for you is strong

Although you are no longer with me

To the Spirit world you have gone

 

I know you will always be near me

For your love will never die

At times when I need you

I will always feel you nigh

 

I should like to say thank you

For all that you have done

For I will always cherish you

From your grateful Son.
 
Malcolm Bradshaw

Reassurance

 

All was very quite as I sat alone

It was if I was surrounded by light

I felt at ease and all was calm 

On a journey I was taken that night 

A gentle voice said do not be afraid

Please take hold of my hand

I want to take you on a journey

To a peaceful and pleasant land 

My companion was a spirit guide

Who explain his world to me?

He was taking me on an adventure

For me alone to see 

He wanted to elevate my fears

That death is not the end

It’s the beginning of a new experience

This message to all I send

First and foremost you all are spirit

For the material is but brief

For as we leave the material world

Our spirit within is released 

You are then reunited with your loved ones

Who have all past before?

You then will be reunited

As you pass through the spiritual door 

Malcolm Bradshaw

 

 

Missing you – Promote Yourself

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Hello my darling I miss you

No longer arms to hold me tight

No longer to reassure me

As we embraced and kiss goodnight

 

My aching heart has now broken

My life to me is not worthwhile

The happy time we spent together

 Now missing your beautiful smile

 

I miss the long walks together

The way you always held my hand

The laughter we both enjoyed

As we walked upon the sand

 

All these happy memories I treasure

They all help to ease the pain

For I know one day my darling

We shall be both together again

Malcolm Bradshaw 

Getting Satisfaction

The sun has set in the western sky

The darkness of the night envelops the earth

It is the time to evaluate the results of our day

To establish if we did anything of real worth

 

Many things may have given us pleasure

But have we done anything to enhance the human race

We should realise that our lives affect others

And that kindly deeds make the world a better place

 

So, ask yourself did you do anything to improve the situation

Did you do something to help someone on their way

Did you do anything at all to benefit others?

Or was it just another wasted day

 

If so do not let guilt surround you

And to let your failure lead to distraction

Try and do better from now on

And I am sure this will bring satisfaction

Ron Martin

No Disgrace

If someone should take a close look at us,

What is it that they would really see?

Would it be someone who is proud of their reputation?

Someone who would call out, “I’m glad that I am me”.

 

Or someone who has failed to reach their potential,

Someone regarded as a person of low esteem,

Someone prepared to plough a lonely furrow,

Or one, who is not regarded as a member of the team?

 

It may well you’ll never be a winner,

Or even someone who has achieved a medal place,

The fact that some may never reach the winner’s rostrum,

Is something that many people have a face?

 

For every time there is a winner there is a loser.

And not to win is not really a disgrace,

Take a good look around at the non-runners,

And be proud that you were entered in the race.

 

For it’s not winning, but taking part that is important,

Being one prepared to face the challenge of the test

To lose should not fill you with disappointment,

For you can still be proud, if you’ve done your very best

Ron Martin

The Bridge of Love 

Each one of you is accompanied

By a soul from the world so bright

By a guide, companion or a teacher

That will lead you by their wonderful light

 

Someone who has the affinity with your Spirit

For where love is there is no separation

For if a loved one is in spirit

There is always a celebration

 

The etheric bridge can be crossed

Angels and your loved ones are there

By just raising you conscious mind

 Memories and thoughts you will share

 

By realising this truth within yourself

You can create the bridge of love

By believing in God the Father

You will converse with those above

 

When doubts assail your understanding

It’s only the promptings of your lower sight

The material self that cuts you off from loved ones

Who live in the world of light?

 

This message is for those who need comfort

 Reassurance of loved ones remain

The spirit of love never dies or forgotten

And there personalities are just the same  

Malcolm G Bradshaw 

Poppy and the ladybird

 

As Poppy was flying through the trees,

A cry for help was heard

Upon the leaf of a dandelion

She saw a tiny ladybird

Poppy settled down beside the ladybird

To find out what was wrong

The ladybird answered tearfully

All of my beautiful spots have gone

They were stolen by a pixy

When I was fast asleep

Poppy was quite angry

For she knew it was Pixy Pete

He was always being mischievous

So poppy sought the help of a friend

She asked Elvis the elf for assistance

To bring Pete’s thieving to an end

They scoured the forest together

They found Pixy Pete, who looked quite pale,

He was so sorry for his actions

But alas he was put into jail

All the spots were recovered

And taken back to the ladybird

Who was deliriously happy?                                         

As for Poppy, three cheers could be heard.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Where is home – Promote Yourself

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Your
eyes have stoned,
The tears have run out,
In the endless wait
To return
home…
You are lucky
You
have a dream
That you’ve
visualised…
Those brooks of fresh
water,
The apple orchards..

I, a cultural destitute
Don’t know what heaven on earth is,
It is a
  mere chapter in my history book,
Or a
family holiday that is being planned for years…

These four walls,
Manic, busy schedules
A place I
call home
It suffocates me

There is pain
That seethes within
Who am
I?
Where is home?

Warmest,

Lakshmi Kaul

   

THE GARDEN OF THE LORD

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When the Lord takes a walk in his garden,

He surveys all the beauty around,

There are so many beautiful flowers,

Colours that carpet the ground.

In one corner of the garden,

Protected from wind and storm,

Are Gods little Children?

Just waiting to be born.

He decides when they are ready,

To be born upon this earth,

He will choose their parents,

The mother to give birth.

He then will pick that flower,

Then send it on its way,

To experience the material world,

On which that child will stay.

So remember when you see a new born child,

It came from the Lord with love,

For its parents to love and cherish,

Sent from the Lords garden above.

Malcolm G Bradshaw     

TAKE A WALK IN YOUR GARDEN – Promote Yourself

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As I a walk through my garden,

I see wonders to behold,

The beautiful colours of nature,

All these to me unfold.

We all take nature for granted,

For the things we gaze upon,

For the sound of birds on the wing,

For the melodious trill of their song.

Who creates a beautiful garden?

What power surrounds all within,

Who places peace in that garden?

We should know, for it comes from him.

The creator of the universe,

Is instilled within every flower,

Giving out love and harmony,

Giving out compassion and healing power.

So next time you walk in your garden,

Be aware of the things that you see,

For all the things in your garden,

Were created for you and me.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

In My Garden – Promote Yourself

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When I work in my garden

I feel the sun on my face

I listen to the birds singing

For my garden is a magical place

When I start to dig in my garden

The worms are tossed around

The robin sits down beside me

Eating the worms from the ground

When I cut my lawns with the mower

There’s a sweet aroma from the grass

Patterns made by the mower blades

Through time they will not last

I find peace within my garden

For there is so much beauty around

The sound of the songbirds singing

Creating such a melodious sound

Next time you are working in your garden

Remember you are not alone

Thank Mother Nature for her bounty

Allowing you to be working in her home

Malcolm Bradshaw

WHERE HAVE ALL THE SUMMERS GONE

 

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Where have all the summers gone,

Those barmy days spent in the sun,

The memories all come flooding back,

When I was very young.

 

I am sure we had rainy days,

When it was murky and cold,

I seem to remember only warm days,

And the stories that I was told.

 

Of stories by the seaside,

In caravans lit by gas,

Of ablutions that were separate,

A necessary trip alas.

 

Tucked up in bed in the caravan,

Listening to the pouring rain,

Then up again next morning,

To see the sun shining again.

 

After breakfast up to the sea,

Carrying our bucket and spade,

Filled it with sand and seashells,

Then counted all the sandcastles we made.

 

Off to the funfair,

Won a hat, kiss me quick,

Rode all the rides,

That made me felt quite sick.

 

All these things I remember,

And good times that we had,

I will never forget the summers,

When I was just a lad.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

THE MIST

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It rolls over the hills,
A mystic splendour to transform,
Like a mantle of gossamer beauty,
As the night gives way to the dawn.

It engulfs the spider’s web,
Glistening in the morning cold,
Jewels of exquisite beauty,
Bedecked with silver and gold.

It creeps along the greenery,
Then freezers in the night,
Jack Frost pays a visit,
To create a carpet of white.

It moves in ghostly silence,
To swallow everything around,
Like a phantom possessed,
I t visits without a sound.

Its one of natures many gifts,
That bedecks this world of ours,
She spins a web of beauty,
That covers the trees and flowers.

It creates a blanket of secrecy,
Of everything it has kissed,
Clings to Mother Nature,
That’s the toil of the mist.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Let us all put aside for a while

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And look what religion is doing

We need to question their actions

And these actions need pursuing

Every movement feel they are right

And that every other faith is wrong

Surely this cannot be the case

And why can’t we all get along

I am sure the creator of our universe

Through his wisdom and his grace

Feels disappointed what we are doing

To the world and the human race

Our creator will not interfere

Although his patients has been tested

For every one has been given free will

But in the situation he is very interested

There is only one energy in this universe

Who feels that the energy is love?

Enjoy your beliefs with no malice

From your wonderful creator above

Live your life in harmony with each other

In peace all walk hand in hand

For loving your fellow being

Is what our creator had planned?

  Malcolm Bradshaw

THANK YOU FOR THE BEAUTY

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Thank you God for the beauty,

 You bedecked this wonderful world,

 For the beauty of nature,

And its mysteries you unfurled.

 

For all the beautiful landscapes,

For the blueness of the skies,

For the many tiny insects,

The bees and butterflies,

 

Thank you for the sun,

That bathes our world with light,

Thank you for the moon,

That lights our way at night.

 

Thank you for the birds,

That fills our world with sound,

And for the animal kingdom,

That brings joy to all around.

 

Thank you for the air we breathe,

The water and the seas,

Thank you for the beautiful flowers,

 The rain and gentle breeze.

 

Thank you for life itself,

To experience these wonderful things,

To be part of your glorious Kingdom,

And all the gifts that it brings.

 

 Malcolm G Bradshaw

EVERYTHING HAS A PURPOSE

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Everything has a purpose,

Everything has its place,

Like the beauty of this planet,

As it revolves around in space.

 

We must thank our creator,

For this wonderful world of ours,

We must thank him for the food we eat,

And natures beautiful flowers.

 

We must thank him for the sun,

As it sends out warmth and light,

The moon for its wonderful moonbeams,

As they illuminate the night.

 

Spring is when nature awakes,

When everything is fresh and green,

When all the plants burst into bloom,

It is an occasion that must be seen.

 

Summer is a time,

To enjoy the warmth of the sun,

It is a busy time for the farmer,

A time for the harvest to be done.

 

Autumn is the season,

When everything slows down,

When trees shed their foliage,

As they gently fall to the ground.

 

Life is like the seasons,

Spring represents our start,

Summer is our prime of life,

Autumn is when we part.

 

For our spirit only leaves our body,

It will continue in another form,

For as we enter the spirit world,

A new life for all will dawn.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw   

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