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Postby John A Silkstone » Mon Dec 12, 2005 8:37 am

Christmas Delivery
By John A Silkstone

Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
Comet and Cupid, Doner and Blitzen,
Came out of their stall’s one winter night
With Santa and sledge they started a flight.
They few round the world delivering toys
No matter what colour, the girls and the boys.
Delivering gifts in the wink of an eye
Children asleep don’t see them pass by.
Presents delivered, no more shall they roam
Happy and content they start off for home.
To rest in their stall’s till next Christmas day
When Santa and reindeer once more will display,
The presents and gifts they give out with joy,
To people on earth, the great hoi polloi.

A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all.

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Postby Digiwizz » Wed Dec 14, 2005 11:12 am

:cool:
Hi John, like it. And a Happy Christmas and best wishes for the New Year to you.

But last Christmas I put that up here on Christmas Day and on New Years Day - guess that proves that I must be a computer freak !!
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Postby John A Silkstone » Wed Dec 14, 2005 5:44 pm

Hi Digiwizz,

I read your comments last New Years day and thought
you was get your Christmas Greetings in early!!!!!!!!!!!

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
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Postby John A Silkstone » Fri Jan 13, 2006 11:24 pm

TALL TALES

I saw two fishermen talking
Down by the river side
One with his hands in his pocket
The others his arms open wide

The fish I caught yesterday
The one that got away
If I’d a caught it in my net
It would have made my day.

My it was a big one
Three foot long or more
Now I come to think of it
It was more like four.

No-one will believe me
They say “I tell tall tales,
Besides in the River Trent
There isn’t any whales.

Would I tell a lie???? :roll: :lol: :roll:
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Postby Adam » Sat Jan 14, 2006 12:53 pm

:lol:

Hi John,

Well your very funny tall tale was not such a very long tale - or tail ?!

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Postby John A Silkstone » Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:49 pm

MORE TALL TALES

I saw two fishermen talking
Standing side by side
One with his hands in his pocket
The other his arms open wide
“I tell you it was this big,
I had it on rod and line,
If I’d caught it in my net
Everything would be fine.
Have you caught a big one?â€￾
He asked turning to I.
“My biggest was only eight inches,
But that was from eye to eye.â€￾

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Postby Digiwizz » Mon Jan 23, 2006 11:35 am

:lol:
Yes John, very funny.

But I suspect that fishermen like others rarely see eye to eye ?
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Postby John A Silkstone » Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:03 am

After reading about the death of Sylvester the cat, I thought I'd place the following poem on the site. I wrote this after I held onto my 11 year old Bulldog, who had to me put down because of a painful terminal illness.

NO APOLOGY

No, I'm not a hard man
But I'll fight for what is right
Using the law and argument
With all my strength and might.

I also have a sidekick
My wife bought me years ago
She's an English Bulldog
And she goes wherever I go.

The Bulldog is portrayed
As a bully and a tyrant
But I found her very loving
And never ever errant.

And I won't apologize
For the tears that ran as I wept
The vet withdrew the needle
Queenie slept and slept and slept.
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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby John A Silkstone » Wed Apr 16, 2008 12:51 pm

GAINSBOROUGH IS CHANGING

The town of Gainsborough is changing
Old buildings have gone for new
Market stalls disappearing
Visitors just a few.

New houses fit only for dolls
With rooms so small and sparse
And the prices they want are ridiculous.
The whole thing is just a farce.

The change is not for the better
It’s greed that’s got hold of the town
The people are no longer happy
And walk around wearing a frown.

There’s no one to blame but people
For putting the ones into power
Who’s only concerned, is their point of view?
While building their Babylon tower.
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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby John A Silkstone » Sun Apr 27, 2008 2:01 pm

April is the month that Dandelions bust forth in profusion. Though must people class it as a weed, it is still one of natures beauties, not only as a flower but also a great healing plant. It roots are good for the kidneys and can also be made into a coffee substitute. Its leaf' is an excellent healer for ailments of the liver.

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KING of the GARDEN

Dandelion with golden mane
Strives to survive, but all in vain
In boiling water you meet your fate
Bring a taste to someone’s palate
Fermented in demijohns large and round
In sugar and yeast you are abound
Until at last your alcohol level
Takes over man, and makes him a devil.
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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby Clare » Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:55 pm

Hi John,

Like your 'Grandma's War', though in this age of automatic washing machines I feel it might be better call 'Grandma's First World War' ?
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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby John A Silkstone » Sun Apr 27, 2008 10:32 pm

Hi Clare, thanks for the comment. I remember my brother and I purchasing a twin tub washing machine for my mother in 1955. That was roughly the time that washing machines first became an household appliance. Up till them my grandma and mother still did the washing by hand, and it was my job to light the fire under the copper boiler that was sited in the kitchen.

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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby GrimDad » Wed May 28, 2008 11:46 am

Hi John,

Well to most younger people today those were ancient times. I am sure many now think of ancient times as BC meaning Before Colour (films and TV) - indeed I recall a good film about a Black-and-White world going Colour. I am sure many others think of ancient times as before the Internet or before mobile phones ! And maybe in the future many will think of ancient times as before space holidays ?
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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby John A Silkstone » Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:01 pm

One of my friends is plagued by a mole, so I wrote the following.

ODE TO A GREENKEEPER

Look at my lovely lawn
It’s been ruined over night
Caused by that little creature
That doesn’t like daylight.

When I catch the little blighter
I’ll twist his neck around
Or rent a sonic boomer
And sound it underground

I could gas him with poison
Or snare him in a trap
Shoot him with a Tommy gun -
That goes ratatat tat.

Then again, I could capture him
Yes capture him by hand,
Taking him out in the country
To letting him loose on the land.

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Re: Just my Poetry

Postby allmost » Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:59 pm

Hi John, a very amusing little poem - I do like it.

Of course country or leafy suburb people may see the mole as a pest,
along with a few other animals.

But I am sure that most inner-city kids see a mole as a fascinating exotic creature,
which they would dearly love to come across ?!
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