Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
November Song
I wonder how many people are left to recall this hauntingly melancholy song.
I've changed the words to suit my own mood.
NOVEMBER SONG.
The time was very short from May to November
And it's coming soon, the chill of December.
And sunny days decrease and the years fly by,
And we're all aware that we have to die.
It has gone far too soon,
This life of mine,
Remember September?
'So far, so good' we say, and yet we know
We've had our turn; it's time to go.
The lovely summer rose must bite the dust;
It curls and fades for it knows it must.
It sees the buds below, demanding room;
It knows it dies for they have to bloom.
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few.
November. December.
And though it fades and dies and disappears
It still keeps smiling through its tears.
The lovely summer rose must bite the dust;
It curls and fades for it knows it must.
It sees the buds below, demanding room;
It knows it dies for they have to bloom.
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few.
November. December.
And though it fades and dies and disappears
It still keeps smiling through its tears.
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Apology
Rinkly rimes is temporarily suspended due to Brenda recently suffering a stroke. She is on the mend and will back rhyming soon.
Dictated by Brenda to her daughter
Dictated by Brenda to her daughter
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Memes
TETCHY
We all know someone tetchy,
Someone who's touchy too,
Someone very easily riled
Who bridles out of the blue.
This man is clearly sulking,
Someone's spoken out of turn.
He could have turned the other cheek
But such people never learn.
'Tch-tch' is his favourite sound
When he shows his irritation.
Others have to watch their words
When making conversation.
If this man decides to stay in bed
That's better for everyone.
Living with a tetchy person
Isn't too much fun.
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FLAW
Some would see a flaw and some a funny chance.
Some would stop and look, some give it not one glance.
But a certain someone saw this as a little artistic joke....
Instead of a flaw he saw it as the outline of some smoke!
He added a little factory and, lo, it was complete!
Now people stop and chuckle as they're walking down the street
To see a little cartoon where once they saw a wall,
And to see a little picture where nothing was at all.
' Don't look for the flaws as you go through life', my mother used to say,
Meaning that to notice them simply doesn't pay.
But I think we should notice them and see them as the start
Of a little bit of nonsense that's almost a work of art.
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Hint of Truth/The Blues
HINT OF TRUTH
It's just a throwaway line, that's meant to make us laugh
And yet a hint of truth is there as well.
Pretending we don't care is often the way to go
If someone makes our life a living hell.
A bully only enjoys his 'craft' if he can get 'results'
A happy smile can turn his wrath away.
Pretending not to care is a weapon of defense
So we can learn to cope another day.
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THE BLUES
I wonder why they say 'the blues'
As though that colour is bad news!
I find blues of every shade,
Even when, in time, they fade,
Restful, soft and really charming.
To say they're sad is quite alarming
And yet the lyrics of blues songs
Always refer to unrighted wrongs,
Broken hearts and Love gone awry,
Words designed to make us cry.
It's very odd! Nobody thinks
Of saying 'Listen to her sing the pinks.'
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Monday, February 4, 2013
Take the Colour/Life Savers
Take the colour from the picture and see the shapes appear.
Suddenly the patterns are made visible and clear.
When colour rules the visual, the lines fade out of sight,
But we can enjoy their beauty when they're seen in black and white.
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Newcastle Life-Savers
LIFE SAVERS
Every summer they are out there dressed in red and yellow,
Every one a splendid and adventurous girl or fellow.
When the waves are enormous or there's a nasty rip,
The Life Savers dive in there and they give death the slip.
On their very special craft they bounce through mighty waves.
A Life-Saver never asks for thanks from the people that he saves.
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Sunday, February 3, 2013
Overdoing It!/Genetic Sandwich
I was never one for alcohol
Until I met Maureen;
She was the most delicious girl
That I had ever seen.
I had to get to know her;
I had to ask her out.
But I was a little weedy chap
And I was filled with doubt.
To muster up some courage
I drank a little drink
Of beer and wine and whiskey
And gin, which, of course, was pink.
I declared my overwhelming love
But then I struck a hitch!
The alcohol took over
And I ended in the ditch.
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My Mother
GENETIC SANDWICH
I'm not a Number Cruncher; numbers don't appeal.
Though some are Number Munchers and enjoy them for a meal!
It's strains my little grey cells just to count above a ten!
And when I do I sigh and say' I won't go there again!'
Which is odd, because my mother loved numbers all her life;
She'd have much preferred accounting to being a stay-home wife.
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Never 'allowed' to go out to work, she was tied to the kitchen sink,
Which was a waste of an agile brain that was crying-out to think!
For 'one brief shining moment' during the Second World War
She told me she was happier than she'd ever been before;
She worked at an aircraft factory, doing accounts, of course,
As men were in the army or some other fighting force.
As soon as the War was over she was popped back in her box!
Women were made for bed and board and, maybe, pretty frocks.
But, unbeknown to her, her genes were lurking out of sight
Inside me, her daughter, so that made things all right.
I couldn't add or multiply; well, maybe just a bit,
But at algebra and geometry I certainly was no hit.
But now I have a daughter who finds work with numbers 'magic',
And, therefore, this sad little story isn't entirely tragic.
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But now I have a daughter who finds work with numbers 'magic',
And, therefore, this sad little story isn't entirely tragic.
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Saturday, February 2, 2013
Teenage Blues/A Room Full of Candles
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TEENAGE BLUES
TEENAGE BLUES
Put me in a freak show
Let that be an end to it!
Alongside the bearded lady
I think I'd be a hit.
I don't think I'll go out tonight
I'll stay at home and mope.
I am damned by this pimple.
I haven't any hope.
Everyone else is pretty,
From the head down to the toes.
Life just isn't worth living
When there's a pimple on your nose.
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A ROOM FULL OF CANDLES
My study is a room full of candles,
Candles that keep on burning.
(In truth it's a little spare bedroom
To which I keep returning.)
I climb up the stairs to my study
Where the candles are always waiting,
Standing stiffly to attention,
Eagerly anticipating.
Some are burned down to the wick,
Ideas that are long out-dated.
Some remain unlit
And, oh, how long they've waited!
Some are burning brightly
They are nourishing my soul;
I watch for the tiny flicker
As a flame relinquishes its role.
Some are ancient candles;
I scarcely recognise the flame;
Others are candles that will never be lit;
My indolence is to blame.
I have warmed my heart at these candles,
Which are lit by the urge to write;
Their flames have sputtered and flickered
Well into the night.
To others it's our spare bedroom,
A dull little room for sure,
But for me it's a room full of candles,
And I couldn't love it more.
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Friday, February 1, 2013
Happy Birthday/The Map
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
(To be sung to the same tune as 'Twenty-one Today!')
Eighty-two today! Eighty-two today!
I've lost the key of the door
Never been eighty-two before.
Now's the time I can do as I like
But better not delay!
Who knows what's just round the corner?
Eighty-two today!
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THE MAP
(A cinquain)
Chart.
Ancient. Mysterious,Intriguing, fascinating, compelling.
The edge of knowledge.
Map.
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