When we first begun, it started out as fun
But I soon realised that maybe you’re the one
Both been round the block, so came as such a shock
Have I struck gold? You could be the one
We’re partners in crime, there’s no reason nor rhyme
It’s just that you are the one
There for each other, much more than just lovers
Because you really are the one
I felt from the start, deep down in my heart
That you must be the one
Long for you to be my bride, to always be by my side
Because when all’s said and done
You are the one.
Tony Robert
Laughter Is The Best Medicine - Lyndon Queripel
"Doctor, when my hand is better
Will I be able to play the piano for sure ?"
"Of course you will my dear boy."
"That’s good, I couldn’t play it before."
Lyndon Queripel
Will I be able to play the piano for sure ?"
"Of course you will my dear boy."
"That’s good, I couldn’t play it before."
Lyndon Queripel
Labels:
Humour,
Lyndon Queripel,
Poem
Journey’s End - Diane Scantlebury
Hugged by an angel in the night,
No tunnel long or dazzling light,
To guide her to her journey’s end,
Just the embrace of a loving friend,
When final day came she’d no fear,
The kind friend had whispered in her ear,
I’m here for you is all I’ll say,
So be at peace and on your way,
Reassured she didn’t struggle, just a tiny gasp,
As from this world to the next she passed.
Diane Scantlebury
No tunnel long or dazzling light,
To guide her to her journey’s end,
Just the embrace of a loving friend,
When final day came she’d no fear,
The kind friend had whispered in her ear,
I’m here for you is all I’ll say,
So be at peace and on your way,
Reassured she didn’t struggle, just a tiny gasp,
As from this world to the next she passed.
Diane Scantlebury
Ashes On The Water - Tony Gardner
From Jerbourg cliffs the morning sun
gleams soft across the bay
We gather here at Moulin Huet
this sad, fulfilling day.
Ashes float and sparkle
the proud sun picks them out
Affirming this was one of us
a Guernseyman throughout.
He left his heritage a while
But came back home to die.
Ashes on the water
"C'est bien" the wavelets sigh.
Tony Gardner
gleams soft across the bay
We gather here at Moulin Huet
this sad, fulfilling day.
Ashes float and sparkle
the proud sun picks them out
Affirming this was one of us
a Guernseyman throughout.
He left his heritage a while
But came back home to die.
Ashes on the water
"C'est bien" the wavelets sigh.
Tony Gardner
Labels:
Guernsey,
Poem,
Remembrance,
Tony Gardner
Dietary Advice - Richard Fleming
The elephant, a hulking brute,
dines principally on greens and fruit.
He does not have a sylphlike figure,
instead keeps growing ever bigger.
The mouse, that tiny reprobate,
eats many times his body weight
yet hardly weighs a thing at all:
indeed, remains petite and small.
So, frugal eaters please take heed,
it doesn’t matter how you feed:
when you come to the feeding-trough
throw caution to the winds and scoff.
Richard Fleming
dines principally on greens and fruit.
He does not have a sylphlike figure,
instead keeps growing ever bigger.
The mouse, that tiny reprobate,
eats many times his body weight
yet hardly weighs a thing at all:
indeed, remains petite and small.
So, frugal eaters please take heed,
it doesn’t matter how you feed:
when you come to the feeding-trough
throw caution to the winds and scoff.
Richard Fleming
Labels:
Food,
Humour,
Poem,
Richard Fleming
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