Cradle to the Grave
A lilting voice from the past
That will affect you like no other.
Bringing love and goose bumps too,
For it can only be your mother.
The one who always from your birth
Stood by you with no quaking,
Though inside she cried bitter tears
If bad decisions you were making,
Or was given cause to be upset
At your failure to return the love,
Which will always be too late
After she is taken to live above.
For a mother always looks with pride
At your first shaky steps to walk,
Across your rocky paths in life
Since she first helped you to talk.
Thus had also been there for you
From that cradle to the grave,
Watching out for all those dangers
As your soul she tried to save.
So when others reject and doubt you
Your doting mother will be there,
To ensure she can protect you
With unconditional loving care,
That first began when as a child
You needed succour and a kiss,
Given with uncomplaining lips
You will always sorely miss.
A lilting voice from the past
You will remember all your years,
Though may not always appreciate
Until her passing brings your tears.
So while you have her, be ever nice
To your solid embracing fir,
Who whatever heartbreak you cause
Will still put you first, before her.
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Plenty of love there so let’s keep up the good work of being positive, and in that mood I did a very successful reading Gig on March 11th to a group of near twenty wonderful ladies who generously put money in my Help for Heroes tin, as well as giving me a donation and buying some of my books too! Thanks to Jane B and her lovely group.
I must say on a less than happy note for me, that I did the gig the day after having a very large and painful tooth extraction, but of course lol soldiered on.
Last Blog I mentioned that Ted & Beth will get a mention, (they thoroughly enjoyed coming with me to the above gig and the ladies loved them), Yes Henry The First and “Youngsters Team” I’ve not forgotten T & B promise, so a poem of theirs, and there is ONLY one poem I can post after that above.
Dental Bears
Poor Beth has got a toothache
And is in quite a lot of pain,
But she really is too frightened
To go to the dentist again.
Because the last time she went,
It wasn’t very pleasant there.
As the dentist had no experience
Of tooth treatment for a bear!
Now Ted has said he will act
To get Beth’s tooth out fast.
Which has filled Beth with terror
For Ted has tried this in the past,
When he put a string on his tooth
Attaching the other end to a door.
But instead of pulling his tooth out
It knocked him right onto the floor.
So this leaves Beth in a dilemma
Of what to do for the best,
To resolve her toothache problem
Which allows no peaceful rest.
And she is also getting grumpy
Ted says like a bear with a sore head,
But this doesn’t amuse our Beth,
Who says she’ll flatten him instead.
So there has to be an answer
And as usual Ted’s his clever self,
When he went along to a library
To borrow a book off the shelf,
Which explains in great detail
And with photos in a sheath,
That he will show to the dentist
About treating teddy bear teeth.
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Yes Ted & Beth at their best there I think with that poem from my 6th book, but as always a list of my books is at the end to help you choose and purchase.
Again on a “nice and positive” theme I have just had a wonderful and moving catch up with an “Ol’ mate” for his 75th birthday, (lol he’s older than me), who I go back to 1963 ish with, and shared some great times with, including holidays and playing in pop groups, (photos at the end). Dave got quite emotional that I attended and at the poem I chose as being very apt, which was wonderfully and appreciatively received by his lovely gathered family! Yeah as I said, nice consolidating.
The poem from my 2nd book follows +
People Places
People and places from your past
Are no longer there, or the same.
So will make you notice more
The years you couldn’t tame.
People known from distant days
Maybe won’t still be around.
So you must indulge old friends
Before you too run aground.
Places where you knew each stone
Will now soon lose you in a trice,
And even finding a familiar part
Will still make you look twice,
Because memories will play tricks
On what you thought you knew,
And many a place or person now
Seems different from your view.
People known from distant days
Maybe won’t still be around.
So you must indulge old friends
Before you too run aground.
So going back where you’ve been
May not be for the very best,
As these places may disturb you
If they’ve not survived times test.
But people are somewhat different
Always worth a nostalgic greet,
For though they may have changed
It will be good for you to meet,
And share those long gone times
Where you both ran alongside,
Each other with your experiences
From which you should not hide!
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Yeah “Nice One” man, and again I got a donation for Help for Heroes and sold books too…. Bless ya all.
Right JOKE TIME and maybe even some belly laughs?
Just a Shadow
The visitor comes to my door
In a cloak complete with hood,
No need to ask why he’s here
For that is understood.
As a shapeless face peers out
From darkness cast by shade,
So no eyes glare or gleam
To betray any offers made.
But I was quite familiar
With this figure’s eerie stance,
For I had seen it many times
Though often just a glance
Of fleeting dark awareness,
And cold shivers up my spine.
Though I recognised the meaning
Of this spectre that is mine.
For in those visits to me
When no words were exchanged,
I knew temptations were offered
With safe passages arranged.
But each time I had declined
To succumb to any deal,
For my integrity and reason
My visitor knew were real.
So what you ask is the meaning
Of my visitor in sombre cloak?
And why did I deny him
The offer to remove my yoke,
Of all the burdens we carry
Which at times drive us mad?
But the answer is quite simple,
In that I chose good, not bad.
For that was the decision
My ominous caller sought,
With Siren like offers
On my very being, that he sought.
Though I am no virgin soul
Who has never made wrong calls,
But always put my hand up
If I ever broke the rules.
So no conceited hat do I wear
Or a countenance all contrite,
Just a firm unwavering belief
That I try to do what’s right.
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A bit of a deep one consolidating my outlook I think, so I hope you are reading, hearing and understanding all meaning and signs of my poems and Blog?
I really do hope so, and as usual thank you all for reading and all the very positive comments and encouragement I get from very special people. Ted & Beth want me to mention their gratitude too, as well as the excellent Help for Heroes (alright John C?). Yeah, cheers guys! Welcome Luci P
Nearly time to end so as per now a “romance poem”, but with a ” little Laauuurriieee twist” perhaps?
From my sixth book =
Lament for a Lost Heart
This is a lament for all the lost
At least those who’ve run aground,
On voyages and searches for love
That they never happily found.
Maybe it was their own defences
Which ensured no happy connection,
Or possibly they miserably sailed
In the completely wrong direction,
Never to meet up with, and blossom
In a welcoming and loving heart.
So whatever fair winds and tides
They were doomed from the start.
Because most people can get caught
And boarded by loves attraction,
Unless fear, malice or selfishness
Prevents any mutual satisfaction
Of that loving bond and arousal,
Causing hearts to swoon and fly.
But if a love is denied expression
It can whither up and die.
So sail on alone in a wilderness
That is like a horizon-less sea,
Bobbing about and lost forever
With a sad heart not allowed to be,
Cast off to adventurously fly
Just where its passions want to go.
Thus all sensations and love stories
Its lost life will never know.
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I really hope all you lovers, long and short time, seeking and would be, enjoyed that! Yeah go fill ya love book……
Okay, nearly done, and as ever a BIG THANKS for all your support as,
The Journey continues in CONSOLIDATING mode….
Thanks, love, light, and smiles,
Laurie (and Ted & Beth) xx
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