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@Sgt Pepper wrote:
@cath 55 wrote:
@Sgt Pepper wrote:
Oh go on.. whisper .. nobody’s gonna hear us at this hour :wink:
nobodys gonna hear? course not me lil oirish blarney stone kissin leprachaun you ….
In total there are 15 users online :: 1 Registered, 2 Hidden and 12 Guests lol xx
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Ok.. point taken Cath.
Perhaps later on down the line then? In a more.. intimate setting :wink::P
now why would i want to be in a more intimate settin wiv a big oirish poof like you pmsl
@cath 55 wrote:
@Sgt Pepper wrote:
@cath 55 wrote:
@Sgt Pepper wrote:
Oh go on.. whisper .. nobody’s gonna hear us at this hour :wink:
nobodys gonna hear? course not me lil oirish blarney stone kissin leprachaun you ….
In total there are 15 users online :: 1 Registered, 2 Hidden and 12 Guests lol xx
:lol:
Ok.. point taken Cath.
Perhaps later on down the line then? In a more.. intimate setting :wink::P
now why would i want to be in a more intimate settin wiv a big oirish poof like you pmsl
:lol: :lol: :lol:
the daytime now merges into night
with all the shadows
the fears
the tears
merging into one
no punctuation
no full stops
just once in a while
a small hyphen appears
then its back to reality
alone with your tears………..
I played a link tobulldog put up and there was an old record player with vinyl spinning, and it reminded me of something I wrote a while ago now. Sorry if you’ve read this one before.
Volition
Always other people’s choices for as long as I can remember.
Their favourite melodies spinning beneath diamond
Not mine.
Never mine.
But music played in my mind, and I danced and sang and dreamed
In rhythm and time.
Occasional glimpses of that perfect sound that catches the throat
And burns the eyes.
Then an interval of great joy where the choices could be mine.
I revelled in that blissful short-lived freedom and remember it still.
Then the drought began again.
Slowly at first, but gathering pace.
A plethora of choices never mine.
And with a kind of death, the desire to listen left me.
…….Now?
A gift of soft and loud, and almost without realising it,
I discovered something, music had been there at my fingertips all the time.
And with the strength to choose within my grasp
I am learning to listen
All over again.©
oh to be in england
tucked up in me bed fast asleep
snuggled up all nice n warm
gently cuddling molly bear
molly is always there for me
to me company as i sleep!
lying there beside me
all fluffy and serene
during those hours that most folk
sleep perchance to dream!!ok so its a cra/p poem wot doya want at silly o’clock in the morning lol …….
@cath 55 wrote:
oh to be in england
tucked up in me bed fast asleep
snuggled up all nice n warm
gently cuddling molly bear
molly is always there for me
to me company as i sleep!
lying there beside me
all fluffy and serene
during those hours that most folk
sleep perchance to dream!!ok so its a cra/p poem wot doya want at silly o’clock in the morning lol …….
It’s a beautiful poem, Cath!
I watch you so frail
and i try not to let you see
the pain i feel
when you say to me
I love you and please
I dont know what I would do
without you
I search your face
I look into your eyes
and I see
I see the girl you once were
I hear you when you feel sad
‘I used to dance’ you said yesterday
and i looked, I saw your memories
Yes you may not dance
physically any more
but nana I love you
and I know that your’e
feeling bad bout the small things you can’t do
but it comes to us all
and you once
looked after us but
i dont do it out of duty
i do it because i want to
I do it out of love
I see your little girl
dancing there
and for me nana
you will always dance
in my heart xxxVery poignant, Cath. I’m moved to tears.
@esmeralda wrote:
Very poignant, Cath. I’m moved to tears.
have to say I agree, that was lovely.
and very true, how ignorant we can become of older people and forget.
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