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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

The Dawn – Promote Yourself


This saddest chore we will fulfil,
We women weak and weary still
From all these awful days have wrought,
We will embalm him as we ought.

But who will roll the stone away, and what about the guard?
So many things combined to make this day so very hard.
There’s the rich man’s garden, but what happened to the tomb?
My friends nervously approach and peer into the gloom.

An unknown voice calls, “He’s not here!” We scatter, terrified.
A minute later I return and take a look inside.
They’ve taken him! But where and why? What do they hope to gain?
Can’t they just allow us to endure our private pain?

“Please, sir, Mr Gardener, I do not mean to lurk,
Just tell me where you’ve taken Him, I’ll leave you to your work.”
“Mary,” says a voice I know, I look up in surprise,
And wipe the blurring tears from my disbelieving eyes.

It’s Him! He is alive and His body glorified!
“Teacher!” I said, so overjoyed to be there by his side.
“Do not cling to me,” He said, “I must still yet ascend
To my Father up in heaven, I am faithful to the end.”

“Go to all my brothers and tell them this from me:
I’m going to the glory that is mine eternally.”
That dawn began a whole new age, His rule began that day;
We’ll follow our beloved king, the Truth, the Life, the Way!




Newly hatched eggs

Bring little chicks,

Bouncing lambs

And new born pigs

We hunt for eggs

And tasty sweets,

Chocolate bunnies

Lots of treats.

New sunny days

The winter has gone,

Colourful flowers

A bright spring sun.

Bright red skies

New things to see

Loving the Springtime

Feeling free.

Abbe Cutforth

Stones which must be rolled away


ron stoned

When Mary went to the tomb of Jesus on that first Easter morn

She knew that she had a problem that she must solve that day

She knew that the tomb with a large stone had been sealed

The problem was “who would help her roll the stone away?”

This is a problem that was not unique to them

And it is one that each one of us must face

For there are many stones in our life that need to be rolled away

Stones that hinder every member of the human race

The first stone to be rolled away is the stone of sin

A tendency which all of us have inherited

The desire that we should always please ourselves

Which shows that our salvation has not been merited

The second stone is the stone of unbelief

Which we have no faith in a future life in eternity

The belief that we must get as much as we can from our life on earth

Without excepting there is a future life in eternity

The third stone to be rolled away is the sin of pride

The feeling that we are superior to those we know

We may well be proud of our achievements

But humility is the other face we should show

The fourth stone to be rolled away is the sin of idolatry

When we worship Gods that have been made by man

Things which might not be bad in themselves

But not the God who was present when the world began

The fifth stone to be rolled away is the stone of prejudice

When we erect barriers between ourselves and others that we meet

Our conclusions are often drawn before all the facts are known

In other words we make our judgement before our knowledge is complete

And there are many other stones that need to be rolled away

If from the tomb of misery we are to be freed

For if we could live a truly happy life

We must live the kind of life God decreed

Ron Martin


The grand – children have arrived

For their chocolate surprise

Easter eggs lined up

For everyone

Around the house

Play hide and seek

Grandad hide’s and children seek

Then they’re given their Easter treat

By Thomas Sims


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

The Summertime Kiss – Promote Yourself


Summertime air so hot and so thick
Even the dog makes an effort to lick
The ice cold water in a cool metal dish
Winter weather is now for what we all wish

The evening is different, the sun has gone down
The air has cooled off, we’re no longer drowned
From the sweat dripping over us, a constant admonition
The summer is here, we need air condition.

But that evening breeze, and the beauty it carries
Makes me relax and think of picking strawberries
Picking them out in a large open field
Line after line, and no need to yield.

There are berries aplenty
No need to hoard
Just fill up our buckets
And thank the good Lord

For providing us with such a bountiful crop
Making cakes and desserts all day, non stop.
Full bellies at bedtime, and hearts full of bliss
It is summertime magic that brings us this kiss

Winter brings havoc with ice and heavy snow
But summer brings magic that makes us all glow
Whether sun tanned or happy, smiles abound
Summer time brings a certain joy to the town

We stay up much later and play in the dark,
We catch lightning bugs down the road at the park
We spend hours outside in the pool swimming
Then hours of rest to wake up and persist in

Another day in the sun, a day filled with fun
A day to just play but to remember the one
The one thing that summer returns with each year
Is the summertime kiss filled with play and good cheer!!


Poetry and “other” play


It starts with a look, a casual glance
A prelude of what’s to come
A smile, a sparkle, a gleam in his eye
Let’s me know of the upcoming fun


A dance in the kitchen
Then all through the place
We do our “To-do” list
And after that, begins chase

With laughter and elation
Our dance does commence
We abandon the clocks
Time is suppressed

love in flight

To the bedroom we go
Like young teenagers sneaking
Making love to the sounds
Of our own heavy breathing

“I love you” he says
Halfway through this dance
“I love you too” I respond
Although deep in a trance

Love at the core
The music we hear
The channel is tuned
Coming in quite clear

moon and back

My Sunday morning
Although sick today
Is one Sunday morning
I hope to replay

Over and over
Until our time ends
His time or mine
This dance transcends

All other dances
I’ve ever danced
This is my favorite dance
Filled with love and romance.


Until our next dance…



Poetry Play

I wrote a song today

With a pen and some paper

But no instrument to play


I baked a cake as well

Lots of chaos in the kitchen

Between the  temp outside and the oven on, I feel like I’m in hell


I played in the garden and planted new plants

My hands and fingers were filthy

As well as my pants


I played with my son

Just the two of us

We were inside and out

But had a day with no fuss


A day with all smiles

A day with some play

A day with my mom

Is never wasted away


Time spent with love ones

Times just like these

Are the times I will forever

Plead not to leave


These times are all stored

In a box in my mind

So when I’m feeling sad

I can go back to find


The laughter the play

The wise words of mom

The memories of time well spent

Put together in a song


I’ll never forget the times

Such as these

Even when life has me down on my knees


There’s no rhythm or rhyme

Or particular verse

I march to my own drum

And don’t need to rehearse


It sounds foreign to you

Who follows the rules

of the written law

which I refuse to amuse


I write what I write

if it’s in my  head

And at the end of the day

I sleep fine in my bed


The beauty of marching

to the beat of your own drum

Is knowing that you’re recording memories

And having much more fun.


Will I get noticed?

Will I “make it” someday?

Who cares?! I don’t

I’m just here to play

Hello.  My name is Kate.  I’m 35 years old and live in the US in New York.  I haven’t touched poetry in 11 or more years.  I was prompted to give it a try and it’s almost as if I was born to write; it’s in my DNA.  It comes so easily to me.  Maybe I’m not as good as I could be, but it’s definitely something I enjoy and would be willing to receive constructive criticism to better my writing.  Here are three new poems that I wrote while “playing with poetry.”

Poetry after 11 years

As I said in my earlier posts, I’m now into writing adult non-fiction.  However, I came across a blog today, encouraging poets to submit their work.  Well, it’s been well over 11 years since I’ve written anything remotely close to being poetic, but thought I’d give it a try.  This is the response (the theme is summertime).  The ONLY reason I’m posting it on my blog, is because of the kind words that followed.  Thank you so much Forgotten Meadows for your kind heart and words of encouragement.  Maybe I’ll give poetry another try…  In the meantime, thank you for also opening up a new outlet for me; one that I believed was long gone.

Kate Fahey

A HOT SUMMER DAY! – Promote Yourself

Waking up knowing the day will be filled with water and sun.
Swimming in the ocean, friends laughing, what could be more fun?
Splashing and chasing, giggles and shouts of joy,
it didn’t matter if you were a girl or a boy.
Through the eyes of your children seeing it again,
a reminder of yourself way back when.
And when it comes time for bed
As you remembered, they also fought it all the way as they lay down their weary head.
Their little eye lids so heavy they are asleep before goodnight is said.
And if you are very lucky and life goes as it should,
you will experience the feeling again with your grand kids which is very very good.
For those are memories that keep your heart happy and young,
and isn’t that what we want when all is said and done.
Linda Garcia

Summer: – Promote Yourself



I enjoyed my summer holidays, but they came and went. I enjoyed the summer scents, but they came and went. White and Blue butterflies flew past me. New life grew on the acorn tree beside me, but that came and went. The sun shun a smile for us, reflective heat sitting next to a window on the bus, but that came and went. Summer birds like to sing a summer song. Frogs ribbit jumping from pond to pond, but that’s been and gone. The heat of the day and the heat of the night. Birds enjoying talking together on their midnight flight. Boys run on the beech with their brand new kites. Picnics by a beautiful lake with a beautiful girl, bringing a beautiful smile to my inner world. Summers been and gone, so I can’t wait until the next one comes along.

Luke Harris

SUMMER IS COMING – Promote Yourself


Summer is coming,
Here comes the heat,
Women wearing dresses,
And shoes on their feet.

The heat is rising,
It comes with the morning sun,
It cools in the evening,
After the day is done.

I’d sit out on my balcony,
Write a verse or two,
I’d sit and think a while,
And take in the view.

My name is Michelle Mackenzie,
You may not know me,
But when I am writing,
I can be who ever I want to be. 

Summer is coming,
I soak in the sun,
And when night time falls,
I know my day is done.

Michelle Mackenzie
Age 27

Just Thinking

old man
I was sitting by the fire, listening to the radio
Thinking of my life so many years ago
The things I did as a child, and as a youth
And began to realise that I must face the truth
That now by body is racked with aches and pain
I shall never be able to do such things again.
I used to meet my young friends in the park
And play with them until it was getting dark
The hardest thing that we had to decide
Was whether we would go backwards down the slide?
Oh yes, there was one other thing
How high we dare go on the swing.
Those childhood days went quickly past
And I became grown up at last
Exams were passed, my school days were over
Until then I had not realised I had been in clover
Now there was less time to play
I had to go out to earn my pay
Now, I found that this was hard to do
It seemed that everyone was watching you
To see if you would make the grade
And put your work mates in the shade
Or would just sit back and hope no one
Would think it was time that you had gone
And now I am old I can look back
Thankful that there is nothing that I lack
As I sit here I must face the truth
And accept that I have lost my youth
Thinking of the things that I used to do
As I sit by the fire listening to the radio
Ron Martin

Two gold rings

beautiful wedding rings

Soft white lace upon her face

Reminds me of an angel,

Long flowing white dress

A picture of loveliness,

A lifetime of happiness

Walking in fairy footsteps,

Following a long aisle

Where there are two eyes to meet,

The biggest smile

With teeth pearly white,

And a heart of gold,

Holding a hundred emotions

All to unfold,

A hand reaches out

A gold ring to wear

Two single people

To become a pair,

With a lifetime of love

To share

Gillian Sims



Our life blood,

really is what defines us

only if we want to

accept our frailty

rather than relish upon our


those opportunities

that life’s challenges sometime


Or do we, when caught up in


ever question that reality,

that desire,

that drive,

that what is it some quest

someone yelled to me on the diving board

where’s your motivation,

just jump joker.

So I did, they didn’t, I dove, they stayed above, I swam

they watched.

Have you ever looked at the world while wading?


figures that don’t appear real

waving before your eyes

as if


one might decide they’re less important

figures of fantasy

having no bearing on our present


Ah, to recognize

how shallow our world can become

when ignorance decides upon our outcome.

Live strong, breathe genuine,

let the truth hurt while finding love.

Thom Amundsen

What A Sad World We Live In


the sad

 What a sad world we live in

Causing up evil against one another

Forcing ideals on our world

Fighting and killing each other


Most of these fanatics believe.

That they are fighting for their faith

Killing men women and children

No Deity would allow such a disgrace


We all have our thoughts and beliefs

We should all treat others with respect

Innocent people are being slaughtered

Through their propergander they inject 


No respect for our elderly

In some care homes every day and night

Carers abusing our loved ones

Surely that cannot be right


What is this world coming to?

When some homes turn a blind eye

At the abuse that has been happening

When families are asking why


I wish I knew all the answers

For this world to live in peace

For mankind to take stock

And for all the atrocities to cease


One day we will stand in front of our creator

To explain the actions we took

He will then make a decision

Which he will write in his creator’s book?


He is the only one who will judge us

For the things we all have done to mankind

He will make a judgement on our life

Taking everything into consideration and mind



Malcolm Bradshaw

The mid morning blues


You are sitting at your desk

Time for a well earned rest

To drink coffee or tea,

To look out of the window

Where there is plenty to see,

People rushing by

A man stares back at you

With a glint in his eye,

Then you hear a baby starting to cry

You notice a robin,

Perched by the water’s edge,

Weaving and bobbing to eat his bread

The clock strikes twelve

Your break has come to an end

Your coffee cup is empty

Still you cling to it, like it is your best friend,

The telephone is ringing

Your client awaits

You have redeemed all of your coffee breaks,

Until tomorrow looms

When you will once again

Meet the mid morning blues

By Gillian Sims



Easter eggs of every shade


And not one a standard size


Super taste such a treat


Test one out without a doubt


Eat them till you’re nearly sick


Real chocolate treat for everyone


By Thomas Sims

Easter Sunday

Easter service

Easter eggs galore

Some for the rich

Some for the poor

Eat our lunch

Then off to pray

Thanking God

For a wonderful day

Time to relax

Time to enjoy

Our festive break

Watch TV

Family around

Get out the eggs

Indulge and enjoy

The company of our friends

Then off to pray

Once more

Thanking God

For a wonderful day

Gillian Sims

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