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St George was a very brave guy
As he set out to slay the dragon
He set out on his trusty steed
With all his weapons pack on his wagon
He hunted high and low to find the dragon
He travelled far and wide
He decided to set up camp and rest
Placed his head in his hands and cried
Then in the distance he heard a mighty roar
With fire and smoke he could see
He decided to wait until morning
Snuggled down to sleep under a tree
As the sun arose in the morning
He mounted his trusty steed
For he was in a great hurry
As he galloped of at a very fast pace
He finally came face to face with the dragon
Who was snorting out fire and smoke?
He looked at St George and sniggered
For the dragon thought it was a big joke
A battle ensued between both of them
A furious fight took place
In the end St George was the victor
But the dragon died with a smile on his face
Malcolm G Bradshaw
St George he had a dragon
He called him Smoky Joe
He used to cough and splutter
And blows smoke wherever he would go.
One day he drank some water
And steam came out his ears
This made old Smoky wither
And brought poor George to tears ,
But George still pretended he had slain all the dragon’s
But did he slay them all ?
They say there are some in England,
With lot’s of spiky scales
But the myth is that they live somewhere
But maybe somewhere in South Wales.
By Thomas Sims
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
Beautiful fragrances and
Aromas linger and last
Stay in the mind from times long past,
The smallest thing awakens
Them to be recalled
Passing a bakery a child once more,
Aroused by the warm smell
Drifting through the door,
Mothers baking day
varieties of cakes galore
In a queue a fragrance
A delicate sweet smell,
Triggers your nose your senses
There’s your lovely granny with
Her glass bottle of cream,
Rubbing it into her hands
Easing hard work they had seen
Still a wonderful reflection
Of past presents itself
Yet again so real,
The most precious aroma
I forever bring to mind
Is the first time bathing my baby
Such a wonderful fresh smell,
New life clean glowing
Not long from the womb
A memory to last enjoy for my baby,
Will soon grow from this sweet
Smelling bundle, then away
From me far too soon
I am lost, I am falling, I am now living in a world with no sleep; The night has become an ocean and I am drowning in the deep
The moon has become my sun, The stars bring light to my sky; Staring at a ceiling unable to sleep, no matter how hard I try
I am living in a silent world full of artificial light; Words fall from this pen, as pages are filled with these darks verses that I write
My eye lids are feeling heavy now, But are my eyes already closed? Or is this just a longer blink; My mattress is turning into quicksand, As I slowly begin to sink
Soft whispers start to tumble and fall down, I wonder am I asleep or am I still awake; Maybe this is all a daydream, and I am laying here just waiting for yet another dawn to break
As I fall deeper I feel my body lifting up high, as soft voices whisper they have heard me calling; But just as the sun begins to rise I wake up screaming as I feel my body falling.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012
There is a member who is new
Who requires some type of rescue!
Looking back at life’s preview
He has had his kids
Been wise and stupid
Smoked enough weed
Aging exhibits on both eyelids
No more young dreams to pursue
A time he was young with hope
Goals matured and developed
But time took away that potential scope
Old age has at last struck for true
Today he joins the old pensioners’ crew
Stuck in his fresh basement
He scorns retirement at its commencement
With continuous utter resentment
Thinking it is a washed up experiment
Today, old age seems to be of no value
A new life and a new official venue
Some meet at the post office queue
Others meet at the bookies avenue
Leaving only when the night is due
The alarm clock has ceased ringing
The ladies have stopped singing
The bread winner is no longer bringing
To him nothing anymore is inspiring!
Why is life such a screw?
Is this a new life for true?
His thoughts he has to subdue
For him life still continues
Forthwith he looks at life with a new view!
Why some people do not ponder
Before acting or uttering words of wonder?
Is it out of denseness or narrowness?
Or maybe due to immaturity or impulsiveness?
Or just to vex or show rudeness?
Are they aware of the repercussions
Of their irresponsible actions
and verbal aggression?
Shall we resort to avoidance
Or wear a costume of patience?
© Chaouki Mkaddem
I think I will write up some words,
I’m scared that you’ll find them absurd,
I’ll give it a go,
‘Cause you never know,
Ideas take flight just like birds.
My parents taught me right from wrong,
I’m glad that it did not take long,
If they hadn’t done that,
Then I’d be a spoilt brat,
Though I think I’ve been one all along.
It’s time for us friends to part ways,
We’ve come to the end of our days,
But let’s not say goodbye,
‘Cause that will make me cry,
We’ll go and leave nothing to say.
Look now into fire’s amber hue,
Let your eyes be stuck as by glue,
Remember the past times,
Absolved now of your crimes,
A man who can now start anew.
Oh!! My child!! I will soon be dead
Leaving you without any crown on the head
Only these few words that you should regard
They are more precious than an emerald
Listen carefully and contemplate every word
You have got a long life ahead
I want you to learn how to have it in hand
It won’t give you what you have pled
Unless you have a good head
And follow what I said
I really want you to understand
Life is not as easy as people pretend
It’s not heaven and neither a feather bed.
Your route is full of prickles that you should forefend
Elbow your way to reach your end
Stroll the ground to earn your bread
Make the acquaintance of all kinds of people even the bad
Be clever and on them never depend
Learn things implicitly without any demand
Take the virtue and leave the fault behind
Neither selfishness nor greed can make you glad
Be to all kinds of human race a friend
Smile at their faces even those who drive you mad
Be in harmony with whatever lives on your land
Always remember that you cannot applaud with one hand
Stand upright and keep your dignity and pride
Be the master of your destiny and never show dependence of any kind
Nothing is more valuable than what you can do for humankind
Persevere to make human life docile and no longer wild
Only your deeds can engrave your name in people’s mind
© Chaouki Mkaddem, 2010
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here
(In honor of All Hallows’ Eve and those spirits who are still with us)
I go to your school
Yea, I’m that guy
The one you know
But choose to
Granted you’re busy
Too ah, caught up
In trying to get along
To feel that sense
Of what is the word-
No, I’m sorry
I didn’t mean that
Well, yes I did
I see you everyday
You see me
The brush of a shoulder
Heading to class
And just that brief encounter
Thus far defines who you are to me
Who I am to you
Who might sea …
I walk past you
How our lives interact
In the eyes of our community
Our worlds are labeled as different
Suggested the ‘Man’ to everyone
Thom Amundsen 2013