Solomon's poetry thread

[pattricia]

pats! how u doin chicken?

 

OK, Sol, where have you been ?

[Solomon1]

OK, Sol, where have you been ?

 

canoodlin babe , you?

[pattricia]

canoodlin babe , you?

 

Thats a lovely old fashioned word. Me ? If only........................................

[redrobbo]

This poem I used to read to my children from the Mother Goose book of Rhymes and it sort of stayed in my memory

 

 

Little Jenny Wren fell sick,

Upon a time;

In came Robin Redbreast

And brought her cake and wine.

 

"Eat well of my cake, Jenny,

Drink well of my wine."

"Thank you, Robin, kindly,

You shall be mine."

 

Jenny she got well,

And stood upon her feet,

And told Robin plainly

She loved him not a bit.

 

Robin being angry,

Hopped upon a twig,

Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you!

Bold-faced jig!"

 

 

from Nursery Rhyme Songs

 

hazel

 

That's a new one on me Hazel. Thank you for sharing a happy memory.

 

Here's another children's poem. Enjoy!

 

The King's Breakfast

by A A Milne

 

The King asked

The Queen, and

The Queen asked

The Dairymaid:

"Could we have some butter for

The Royal slice of bread?"

The Queen asked the Dairymaid,

The Dairymaid

Said, "Certainly,

I'll go and tell the cow

Now

Before she goes to bed."

 

The Dairymaid

She curtsied,

And went and told

The Alderney:

"Don't forget the butter for

The Royal slice of bread."

The Alderney

Said sleepily:

"You'd better tell

His Majesty

That many people nowadays

Like marmalade

Instead."

 

The Dairymaid

Said, "Fancy!"

And went to

Her Majesty.

She curtsied to the Queen, and

She turned a little red:

"Excuse me,

Your Majesty,

For taking of

The liberty,

But marmalade is tasty, if

It's very

Thickly

Spread."

 

The Queen said

"Oh!:

And went to

His Majesty:

"Talking of the butter for

The royal slice of bread,

Many people

Think that

Marmalade

Is nicer.

Would you like to try a little

Marmalade

Instead?"

 

The King said,

"Bother!"

And then he said,

"Oh, deary me!"

The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"

And went back to bed.

"Nobody,"

He whimpered,

"Could call me

A fussy man;

I only want

A little bit

Of butter for

My bread!"

 

The Queen said,

"There, there!"

And went to

The Dairymaid.

The Dairymaid

Said, "There, there!"

And went to the shed.

The cow said,

"There, there!

I didn't really

Mean it;

Here's milk for his porringer,

And butter for his bread."

 

The Queen took

The butter

And brought it to

His Majesty;

The King said,

"Butter, eh?"

And bounced out of bed.

"Nobody," he said,

As he kissed her

Tenderly,

"Nobody," he said,

As he slid down the banisters,

"Nobody,

My darling,

Could call me

A fussy man -

BUT

I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"

[hazel]

Nice one Rob

Full of repeatition that children love.

here's a different sort of poem.

 

 

 

On the Outside Looking in

 

 

There is this figure through the glass

Which I can see, as I pass

to draw my curtain,

I think it’s certain

That he watches me

it has got to be

a bit of a bind

because I always find

That he‘s standing there

Doesn’t he care ?

Or am I seeing

A lonely being

Never on the side to win

Never to be invited in

 

 

hazel

[redrobbo]

Did you compose this poem Hazel?

[hazel]

yes Red --- I thought it would be fairly anonomous.

 

so how did you know ? You know me better than I thought

 

hazel

[redrobbo]

yes Red --- I thought it would be fairly anonomous.

 

so how did you know ? You know me better than I thought

 

hazel

 

Intuition, that's all.

 

I was visiting Arbourthorne Pond today. There was a cold wind blowing, and a thin covering of snow lay pure white on the ground and the water was frozen. It was also deserted. I mentally contrasted the scene with one warm summers day, when the pegs were full with men and boys fishing, and we were there with Connie, nobikejohn and cosywolf. A lovely memory.

 

Here is a well known poem by William Shakespeare about winter.

 

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

 

When all aloud the wind doe blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

[Solomon1]

Make a Memory

 

Make a memory with your children, Spend some time to show you care;

Toys and trinkets can't replace those Precious moments that you share.

 

Money doesn't buy real pleasure, It doesn't matter where you live;

Children need your own attention, Something only you can give.

 

Childhood's days pass all too quickly, Happy memories all too few;

Plan to do that special something, Take the time to go or do.

 

Make a memory with your children, Take the time in busy days;.

Have some fun while they are growing, Show your love in gentle ways.

 

Elaine Hardt

[Treatment]

If I had all the money I spent on drink,

I'd spend it again,

On drink.

 

Viv Stanshall.