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Give the judge a wig

Died I died, one friend by my side
Thought bullets went wide
But no, no we died
One heart too big
His sort couldn’t fib
One head that did
Did and did.
Lived I lived, a friend on my side
50,000 heavy sighs
Failed and tried
Give the judge a wig
Called him Pig
‘Cause friendship we hid
Until I died I did.
By John fox

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

My Facebook friends

MY FACEBOOK FRIENDS

I have 5000 friends

From all around the world,

They’ve been collected like stamps

From America England and France,

Along the way I gained advice

Some very interesting facts,

Along with great knowledge

From my Facebook friends,

Artists and writers

People from every walk of life,

Displaying their work

Upon my Facebook page,

Such creative people

The salt of the earth,

Collected like gold coins

In a silk lined purse

By Gillian Sims

SEE GILLIAN JANE SIMS ON FACEBOOK

Tommy Turkey: Legend (From It’s Christmas! Available on Amazon.) – Promote Yourself

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Farmer Jones had once had a kindly look

About his cheery self when they’d first met

But frankly, he’d blotted his copybook

When he’d mentioned their weights to the vet

 

This morning he’d told Tommy and his friends

That they were wonderfully plump, fat enough to go

As they had no pocket money for a day out to spend

They reasoned it was to Old Grisly Gobble & Co.

 

Tommy thought no chance! They’d taken a vote

Agreed to a mass exodus, they wouldn’t be Christmas dinners

Tommy had written Farmer Jones a firm farewell note

He was sure that hats would be doffed to the great turkey winners

 

In his turkey crown and cape Tommy had left the farm

He’d seen The Great Escape he well knew what to do

That night he started an “Eat Sprouts and do turkey’s no harm!”

Campaign with pigs in blankets on the evening news

Poor newsreaders looked utterly bemused.

 

 P.S.

The note read:

Dear Farmer Jones,

Ho ho ho and off we go! With the ‘snips and sprouts we’ll not pout

With free flowing gravy fresh from the spout

Love (Yeah right) Tommy and his turkey heroes! 

Noble Warrior

A noble warrior, winter’s icicle

Appreciates its vulnerability in strength

It meets with stoicism its preordained role

In arctic winds its life’s duration spent

 

A whisper of warmth, from ice to water

It weeps as it follows natures lead

From teardrops to memories and vapour

To the sun’s will it is forced to accede

 

Angelic prisms of light play heaven sent

Farewells but no laments for this warrior of fate

It fell as was wished, at Mother Nature’s intent

Spring delivers its war cry and winter capitulates.

History

Heroes, villains and everyday folk

In war and peace, the landed gentry, the poor

Stories of lives mesmerizingly told in

Textual tapestries of fortunes and fates

Opportunities missed, risks and chances taken

Royalty, republics, politics and shifted values

Yesterday’s stitches are sewn in our today, our history.

The O.C.D. Cartoon Man.

My O.C.D. voice can often be heard

Not by you, by me, word after word

It whispers and when ignored, it shouts

Its mission it seems, to plague me with doubts

 

And so, I make a joke of it whenever I can

I’ve made the voice in to a cartoon man

With little arms and legs and a silly face

Anything to face this foe with grace

 

My cartoon man works long hours, too hard

He enjoys being an over zealous bodyguard

So, a question for my persistent mate

Can I squash you, splat, with a cartoon ton weight?!

Bio:

Joanne started writing professionally in March 2014.

Her books are available on Amazon, some of her children’s stories can be found on www.childrens-stories.net and a selection of her recent short stories are downloadable from http://alfiedog.com/products-page/joanne-hayle/

A number of her poems have been accepted for publication in anthologies.

Her poem, His Prey, was shortlisted in the Creative Writing Ink competition in August and September 2014 and in October 2014 her haiku was featured in Chrysanthemum in English and German.

Her blog on writing and life with O.C.D. and P.T.S.D. is updated regularly – joannehayle.wordpress.com
Thank you for your time and for supporting writers, 

 

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NOTTINGHAM

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FOR  GOOSE FAIR 2012 

SEE YOU NEXT YEAR  MY BE AT THE FAIR

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