Some people come, whilst others go
A few for reasons I don’t know,
Guess it was something I did or said,
That didn’t settle well in their head.
But meanwhile I will trek the road
So all are welcome with my load,
While I continue onward in life
Mostly wondrous, with little strife.
Thus I will offer a smile or joke,
But on this some seem to choke.
For I am not always like a saint,
And a colourful life I love and paint.
But do not worry if you fail to see,
That I’m always, and forever me!
Yes, well as ever I’m Often Imitated but Never Duplicated, and the excellent charity Help for Heroes still benefits from all my donations and efforts, especially my seemingly increasingly popular reading gigs and expanding entertainment that further promotes them.
So I do Limericks, jokes and One-Liners now (if you get them lol) etc, none better illustrated at very recent gig at a disabilities place where we all had great fun and laughed so much our sides ached… WONDERFUL
Some “taster verses” of what I’m now working on for my Book TWELVE, lol ok James?, my excellent Publisher/Website guru (firstname.lastname@example.org) aimed for early 2023, SO =
Curse of the Orange Clad Men
Unlike a silent nocturnal fall of snow
They arrived in the mornings very loud,
Like some demonic brightly clad gang
This baggy overall army, rent-a-crowd.
With white protective hard hats worn
Together with bright orange work gear,
Closing all footpaths and roads down
With a cacophony not good to hear.
Now these orange men aren’t political
Although they do invoke strong views,
For they are digging up all our roads
Just whenever and where they choose.
Though even all that isn’t the end of it
For two-, and three-way traffic lights,
Pop up to cause long frustrated queues
And angry motorist’s common sights.
Silence of The Bears
Ted and Beth have been a bit quiet lately
Basking in the glory of their very own book,
Though I’m always suspicious of any silence
So make sure I always have a good look,
At just what they are now saying or doing
Because they cannot behave for very long,
As mischief, tricks and pranks are habits
Of theirs and the animal gang throng.
So with over thirty teddies and soft animals
That form this collection of lively friends,
Mostly rescued from various charity shops
They make sure that their fun never ends.
Which then makes it quite difficult for me
To keep an eye on any jokes and intents,
Although I’m aware they won’t go too far
Knowing I may exclude them from events.
Bullies in War
Calculatingly the great Russian bear
Has started another cruel war again,
Invading the close little Ukraine’s border
For greater power, greed and sick gain,
Which sent reverberations round the world
In the shapes of economy, food and fear,
And also brings us closer to nuclear war
We hoped would never again come near.
So for months now the world watched on
At T V reports of terror, torture and killing,
Of quiet, ordinary people now condemned
To be reluctant spectators of bullies instilling,
Horror to poor, simple and peaceful folks
Desperately clinging on to their past life.
As close families are all torn apart, or worse
On the back of enforced terror and strife.
Some taster examples there of my thoughts and poem ideas for Book 12, BUT very worried that those Orange Clad Men will dig yet ANOTHER trench right outside my garage or front door?
Joke time =
* To protect my shed I built a barrier outside it, = a sort of wall around my hut
*I went to the doctor as convinced I’m a dog, and he asked how long I had felt this? Ever since I was a puppy I replied.
*There’s a new t v show about origami, it’s a paper view channel
*Santa doesn’t pay parking fees as they are on the house.
I hope you got all those jokes, but if not never mind for here is an apparently as fed back, amusing poem. Originally written in 2016 in response to a European law that men had to wear “Speedo” type trucks in swimming pools, as workmen had been getting straight into pools in work shorts. Here is my response =
No Hiding Place
At our local swimming pool
You can see many a curious sight.
With lots of lovely young girls,
Whilst other scenes are a fright.
Men wearing tight fitting trunks,
“Budgie Smugglers” for the thin.
Though sadly worn by some “largies”
Having more hanging out, than in!
For it seems a life contradiction
That the larger many folk grow,
Instead of tucking it safely away
They must put it all out on show.
Now I’m not against big sizes
I have a growing waist myself,
But I fervently try to hide it
Not put it on the front shelf.
But back to those swimming trunks
Of varying size of modesty cover,
And the battle of those bulges
Where some really need another
Or much larger piece of cloth,
To keep their harvest all intact.
For hiding mountains behind a stamp
Won’t work, and that’s a fact!
I recently read that out at a social meal gathering to a good response, so hope you liked it too, OR lol have you put those Speedos away? Come on don’t be vane, OR is it vein? Perhaps best phone a friend or get your Twister Sister to give advice, unless of course it is too much of a chore?
I have only recently started to introduce some of my limericks that feature in most of my books from the fourth book, and with great response, try this..
There was a tom cat from Kent
Who was rude to such an extent,
That he pooed in my garden
But never said pardon,
So over the wall he went!
Some of the others may be a little closer to the bone (?), but always laughed at and well received, so it is reassuring that “Music Hall Humour” is still popular and alive, so no need for hackles to rise.
Ted & Beth are waving at me to say how much they are enjoying all the reading gigs they’re accompanying me to, AND that in next Blog they have a big announcement so watch this space guys…🐻🐻
Now its time to close, so as usual thanks as ever to you all, and Linda S, (okay and Deb & S B’s for support and poem reading) for support and compliments etc….
Regular closing “romantic” poem for all you Luuuuuvvers, would be, hoped or hoping for, and if not sure just look for “Cheshire Cat Smiles” ….
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.
Aaaaaaaw lovely then, so as
The Journey Continues COASTINGLY
Love, Laughs & Light,
Laurie (and Those Bears} xx
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