08-01-2007, 07:00 PM
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Re: own poems
I'm sure I will Chris
They can be found It's just for now They've gone underground ! It makes me miffed When I can't find The folk that plague me In my mind ! And when did they die ? No-one knows Must be on record Least I suppose. Where were they buried? Here or there Or maybe they went Abroad somewhere. Elusive rellies -where are you Why avoid poor folk like me I only want your names and dates To pop into my tree. I dont want information (Though I'd really like to know) About your life and what you did But its ok if you say 'No'. Hide all you want -I'll find you I just need a little clue The rest -well that's down to me But please.....help me find you ! |
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09-01-2007, 07:50 PM
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Re: own poems
Today I got an ink cartridge
And this time the right one To print out all my history stuff (Will it ever be done ?) I posted letters, bought some stuff From charity shops in town A hat box for Mindi's birthday And a cardi ......rusty shade of brown.  Then I hit the supermarket To get some veg -then spied An apple pie - I bought it quick And then...........I could have cried.  I'd got so many bags to carry I began to grumble Then I dropped the bag with my pie in So now it's apple crumble !  So then on to the computer shop To get my photos done A copy each of me and Big Bruv As babies for my Mum. They'll go in grans locket a treat I think she''ll be well pleased So apart from the pie.....today's been good (oops........forgot to get some cheese !)  I had a look............not very hard To try and find some rellies But no luck there...........and now Bills home I'll grab the sofa & watch the tele !  |
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10-01-2007, 03:36 PM
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I've been buried under paper
Reams of the bloomin' stuff Family History, photographs And now I've had enough ! I got myself in such a muddle Papers everywhere ! Some on the kitchen table Some underneath my chair ! Now...........which was local history? Bout grans' cottage......no....not that one ! Is it this bit ?..............no thats a Pendered Oh eck.........this one made guns !! Oh..........this bits all about churches And this is Grandad's brother Who sailed off to America (Borrowed some cash from his Mother) Now...........who's this........Elizabeth ? Oh eck.........I've loads of those This one went from Ireland To America.............where ?.........who knows? I'm fed up with the Williams They're everywhere I look If I'm not careful they get put In the wrong place in my book ! Oh .........now this looks quite interesting Isaac............now he did well He had a great big farm........quite well off It seems.............far as I can tell. Oh now there's another Elizabeth A pauper this poor soul Well she must have been....she's in the workhouse (These days she'd get the Dole) Now there's a chap called 'Sergeant C' 'Lucky chap' this report says A bullet hit his boot and rifle Bounced off................lucky escape ! The second bullet took his finger So he didn't escape scot free One hit his buckle, bruised his chest (That was bullet number three !) I'd like to know more of this chap But the chances are quite thin I only know his name was 'C' And the battle he was wounded in. Oh well, it's time to call a stop And find this stuff a home Most of it I'm sad to say Is filed 'Pendereds - Unknown'  |
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11-01-2007, 03:08 PM
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Oh poops ! Today's not been so good
My enthusiasm's gone Don't know where -can't find it I hope it won't be long ! I'd a meeting lasted all morning Intended to get stuck in Sort out my 'unknowns' & 'maybes' And other kith and kin. I've had a contact through e mail Who just might be related If I could just find her gt.grandma And get her marriage dated ! My 'get up and go' went away I've sat and messed about And now I'm nearly out of fags ! I'll climb the walls - I'll shout !! I'm trying to give up gracefully A little at a time But days like today -it ain't good I'm doing far from fine. I've got a shepherds pie to make Onions to peel for that And mince to fry - oh I hate cooking Thank heavens for Instant Mash ! Ho hum.........I am a misery Yesterday I felt so good I just assumed today would be The same...........me in good mood ! Is it the moon or some other planet Moving round in space Causing mayhem in my brain Putting a frown upon my face ?  Whatever it is it had better stop Cos now I'm getting mad My fag shortage just makes me eat That's the fourth mince pie I've had ! Oh eck.......now the cats been sick That's really all I need This really wouldn't have happened But this cats middle name is 'greed' ! Not content with what she's given This one -she wants more The result of which I now must clean From off the kitchen floor ! So peeps...........sorry for moaning But I had to let of steam And those of you who've been there Will know just what I mean. Tomorrow is another day (Oh I meant to wash my hair!) But now I've got a 'clean-up job' And Bills dinner to prepare !! |
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12-01-2007, 01:16 AM
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Re: own poems
I think its called the doldrums, Mary,
Seems I've hit them too, My head is full of all the things That I intend to do. Intentions, though, are useless As you and I both know Unless some action follows, Which in my case is not so. No matter how I scold myself Can't get my act together Maybe I'll just give up and blame The whole thing on the weather. |
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12-01-2007, 11:14 AM
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I knew there was a word for it
My brain........it's just gone numb But today my 'get up go' Decided back it would come ! The washings going round and round (The cat peed on the toilet mat! At least it got the right room But I just aint having that !) The cat is now banned from upstairs (It went there to flee From being chased by the others But our loos not for cat pee !) I've ploughed through loads of papers Wrote out new index cards Then went and retrieved the garden chairs That had blown across the yard. I've now my heaps of paper In nice neat little piles Some about local history Some Pendereds ready to file. So I think I'm getting organised (Oh I should have washed my hair) I think I said that yesterday But I'm not going anywhere. Bills fetching fish and chips tonight So I don''t have to cook Our lad's gone down the library (Bet it's not to fetch a book !) So I can 'Google' away the hours Then sort out my letter rack Cos there's bills to pay -quite urgent And post before Bill gets back! So just for now I'll say bye bye I'm off to cyber space To find a Pendered.........maybe several They're mine.............they know their place !!! |
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14-01-2007, 07:57 PM
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Re: own poems
Well oh what a night I could have done without
Eleven o'clock out door knocked-heard a shout There stood this lad............he said 'I've been thrown out My carer don't want me' -I said.........'that I doubt' He came in, sat down, had a drink and looked sad I rang up his carer................said 'I've got your lad' 'I thought he'd end up there -tell him I'm not mad But he should have been home by five I might add' I sat with this lad while we waited a while He looked so worried........'come on' I said 'smile Things aren't that bad......'- he began to get riled But 'neath all this anger was a small frightened child His carer arrived and he's really a wit His kids have turned up here before -quite a bit Each time I get jars of honey - I've had loads of it The Carer sat down -he said 'You ok, kid ?' The lad started to smile, quietly nodding his head 'I'll bring you some jam for your trouble' he said 'What, no honey?' I asked - 'I like that on brown bread' 'Ok.....I'll get you both...........expect you're going to bed' 'No not yet' I said, 'our lad's girlfriend's here And her Mum's picking her up'...........Bill poured a beer This chap talks for Britain...........so we had to hear About the history of honey, how it's made, (oh my ears!) How to make honey, and jam so it will keep This lad was beginning to fall fast asleep But this chap made me laugh so much I could weep He's a way with words, entertainment ? he's cheap !  Eventually he went............'I'll be back again. Did you know honey and cider vinegar is good for pain? Arthritis you know.....chalky joints.....all the same Just thought I'd tell you...........' 'Thanks, glad you came' So that was my Saturday night gone to pot And today -was our lad happy ? No he was not ! He rowed with his girlfriend........(the latest he's got) Over some other boy he said........turned out it was rot. They'd been out into town and somehow got some booze Thought they'd have a bottle or two -nothing to lose Two boys and one girl.........our lad thought that she'd choose The other instead of him.................then she lost her shoes ! There were tears, (well there would be) -and some tantrums But all ended happily..................before day was done So that's been my weekend............oh it's been fun ! Now I'll sit back and wait for my honey to come. |
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16-01-2007, 06:15 PM
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Oh eck whats happened to my mind
It just don't find the words to rhyme I try and think but no words come I try again.......but nothing.......oh bum ! Whats happened to this head of mine ? Why can't my brain cells get in line ? Maybe my heads crammed too full Its feeling thick......like cotton wool ! I'm doing family history stuff So many names...... I've had enough ! I've printed out the the local history Though grans cottage is still a mystery Thats something I'll never know for sure Or the Pendereds and their gold coin hoard. I'll never know much 'bout my Dad's lot Name like Smith..........I try and flop ! The Barnetts, well I'm stuck on them again They all seem to be William or James ! Fisher ? They're all Thomas it seems All lived in the same locality. No wonder my heads is going round I really must put this stuff down I've papers strewn across the floor I soon won't get to my front door ! So sorry peeps.............no rhyme today Don;t think I did one yesterday But tomorrow is another day We'll see just how my brain behaves. |
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