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Poetry D Jour by Beryl McMullen coming December, 2010

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1  General Discussion / General Posts / Re: cleaver Guy on: March 30, 2018, 10:29:00 PM
Great idea, no wonder he is a multimillionaire 
2  General Discussion / General Posts / Re: St Patrick's Day on: March 30, 2018, 10:26:44 PM
Lol Edifi I can understand this, did they return the next day or off with hangovers?
3  General Discussion / General Posts / Re: The Remember Poem on: March 30, 2018, 10:23:12 PM
Sounds like you had an awesome childhood Ron thank you for sharing your memories x
4  General Discussion / General Posts / Back Home on: March 30, 2018, 10:19:52 PM
Love this x

If I had the power to turn back the clock,
and go back to that house at the end of the block.
The house that was home when I was a kid,
I know that I’d love it more now than I did.

If I could be back there at my mothers knee,
and hear once again,the things she told me.
I’d listen now as I never listened before,
for she knew so well what life had in store.

And all the advice my dad used to give…
his voice I’ll remember as long as I live.
But it didn’t seem really important then,
what I’d give to live it all over again.

What I’d give for the chance I once had,
to do so much more for my mom and dad.
To give them more joy and little less pain,
a little more sunshine-a lot less rain

But years roll on and i cannot go back,
whether I was born in a mansion or a shack.
I can start right now in the hour that’s here,
to do something more for the ones I hold dear.

And since time in its flight is traveling so fast,
I can’t spend it regretting that which is past.
But I’ll try to make tomorrow a happier day,
By doing my good unto Others…today!
5  General Discussion / General Posts / The Remember Poem on: March 24, 2018, 09:12:20 PM

I remember the cheese of my childhood
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge or the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates on the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pennies worth of sweets was sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it … I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav,
And the boogy man came in the night,
It wasn’t the least bit funny
Going ‘out back’ with no light.

The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed!
6  General Discussion / General Posts / St Patrick's Day on: March 17, 2018, 10:00:12 AM
I lived in Chelmsley Wood growing up. My Dad worked for the same man for many years before deciding to start his own business. That man live in Hall Green and his next door neighbour was a bloke called Pete. Pete was a bus driver and normally covered the No.17 bus that pretty much run around lots of parts of the city and into town.

One day Pete met up with a bloke called Shaun and Shaun used to drink in the Irish Centre. One of Shaun's Pals was called Mick and he was Irish. That makes me Irish by association so I'm off out on the lash to celebrate Paddys Day.
7  General Discussion / General Posts / Bathtub Test on: March 17, 2018, 08:48:56 AM
Bathtub Test

During a visit to the mental asylum, I asked the Director how do
You determine whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.

'Well,' said the Director, 'we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
Teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to
empty the bathtub.'

'Oh, I understand,' I said. 'A normal person would use the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup.'

'No.' said the Director, 'A normal person would pull the plug. Do you
want a bed near the window?'
8  General Discussion / General Posts / Funny 😂 on: March 15, 2018, 08:50:01 PM
An airplane was about to crash. There were 4 passengers on board but only 3 parachutes.
The 1st passenger said, " I am Steph Curry , the best NBA basketball player. The warriors and my millions of fans need me , and i can't afford to die" So he took the 1st pack and left the plane
The 2nd passenger , Donald Trump , said , " I am the newly elected US President , and I am the smartest President in American history , so my people don't want me to die." He took the 2nd pack and jumped out of the plane.
The 3rd passenger , the Pope , said to the 4th passenger , a 10 year old schoolboy , " My son , I am old and don't have many years left , you have more years ahead so I will sacrifice my life and let you have the last parachute." The little boy said , " That's okay , Your Holiness, there's a parachute left for you. America's smartest President took my schoolbag."
9  General Discussion / General Posts / cleaver Guy on: March 13, 2018, 08:36:20 PM
Mr Singh walks into a bank London and asks for the loan officer. He says he's going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow £5000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so Mr Singh hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce, which costs quarter of a million pounds.

“The car is parked on the street in front of the bank,” says Mr Singh, “and I have all the necessary papers.”

The bank officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. After Mr Singh leaves, the loan officer, the bank's president and all their colleagues enjoy a good laugh at the man for using a £250,000 Rolls Royce as collateral against a £5,000 loan.

One of the employees drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, Mr Singh returns, repays the £5000 and the interest, which comes to £15.41.

The loan officer says, "Sir, I must tell you, we’re all a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and discovered that you’re a multimillionaire. Why would you bother to borrow £5,000?"

The man replies, "Where else in London can I park my car for two weeks for only £15.41?
10  General Discussion / General Posts / Re: A poem on: March 10, 2018, 09:08:37 PM
I'm not really into poetry but thought the above poem was very good
11  General Discussion / General Posts / Re: Music on: March 10, 2018, 08:56:25 PM
I was in a choir too, I find singing really joyful.
 I had an echo for Christmas and can listen to thousands upon thousands of different songs/music the only trouble is I don't always know the title or the artist so end up looking it up on the iPad 😂
12  Games Room / Enter the games room / Re: Keep a word drop a word on: March 10, 2018, 08:46:50 PM
Jam Jar
13  Games Room / Enter the games room / Re: Story Time on: March 10, 2018, 08:45:45 PM
So did they live happily ever after??? Or NOT!!
14  General Discussion / General Posts / A poem on: February 17, 2018, 09:17:25 PM
"I destroy homes, tear families... apart - take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold - the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome - try me you'll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie.
You'll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always, right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and I'll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I'm finished with you you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you'll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master; you will be my slave.
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell."
15  Games Room / Enter the games room / Re: Story Time on: January 21, 2018, 03:42:29 PM
The long bearded mans 2 sheep soon multiplyed and he had no choice to become a shepherd.
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