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  • Comment by: margotcb 22 October 2010 - 14:39

    DINNER IN PROGRESS

    Over the soup plates we mingle the small talk:
    Politics, Art, the Importance of Dining.
    Rain stalks the windows and needles the earth dust,
    Laughter encircles the rich red of wining.

    Pudding and coffee - the words cut in deeper:
    talk, in extremis, by night candles' glowing.
    Broad, with an eye-hint of unfathomed mind edge.
    Constants affirmed from such kernels of knowing.

    Though mist-morning blankets our next time of seeing,
    the small buds of loving grow green-fresh with being.

    Margot Collingbourn-Beevers

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  • Comment by: Sophia22 15 November 2011 - 13:42

    SEASONS OF EMOTION

    Summer shimmers through the leaves
    Of boughs stretched overhead
    Warming breezes from the south
    Inspire words once said
    Long ago to one most dear
    Thought your feelings crystal clear

    Still he left, now you’re alone
    Winter’s harshness froze your heart
    Will you ever smile again
    Could you love, make a fresh start
    He walked by without a glance
    Was this love your one last chance

    With the spring came fresher views
    Made the ice to thaw, defrost
    All emotions strong and true
    Melts the angles of what’s lost
    New the summer heat arrives
    Renew power to survive

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 09:45

    Dartmouth, Dartmouth,

    a friend to me,

    a castle of safety,

    a sea to be free.

    A view to inspire,

    a breath of fresh air,

    a cuddle inside

    with a cream tea to share.




    To walk the fine coastline,

    to ride that great train,

    to talk with the Mermaid,

    to hide from the rain.

    To shout at the seagulls,

    to laugh on the ferry,

    oh, sail back to Dartmouth

    and throw out your telly.




    Dartmouth, Dartmouth,

    I long to be near,

    a beautiful lady,

    and friends of good cheer.

    The sea it did bring me,

    and it took me away,

    but I long for Dartmouth

    and one day I'll stay.

    Sally Ann Slight

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 09:52

    A PARATROOPER IS THE HARDEST NUT....

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    A Hero is the Hardest Nut......................


    ''A Hero is the hardest nut''

    a squirrel said to me,

    ''A Hero's shell is armour plated Kevlar technology''.


    ''I broke my teeth on Hero's,

    I ripped out all my claws,

    I dropped them from the highest heights,

    to get within their draws''.


    ''I had no clue of knowing,

    cos I only have a tail,

    the way into a Hero,

    is nothing like a snail''.


    You cannot prize them from their shells,

    with forks and garlic butter,

    and dont rely on squirrels tricks

    - you'll end up just a nutter!


    The secrets in the Hero's name,

    Eros is a clue!

    and Cupids arrow finds a way,

    within the shell for you.


    No words will ever sway them,

    No sexy tricks can do,

    the only thing that Hero's need,

    is Love, from Me to you.


    Love removes the hardest shells,

    nut crackers are a waste,

    Love can do in half the time,

    what words try to in haste.


    So, when you feel your Hero,

    is lost, and turns away,

    just send out loving thoughts and see,

    the shell just fall away!


    This miracle is real to all,

    who Love without condition,

    the only reason Hero's Love....

    so that Love

    is a Tuition!


    ''Learn to Love a hEros !

    so a hEros

    can teach you Love ''


    ..............................................a squirrel said to me!

    Sally Ann Slight

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 09:55

    I am a Carrier Pigeon.........


    I am a Carrier Pigeon,

    a relic from the past,

    I have returned to show you,

    that true love has got to last.


    For every word thats written,

    and placed within my pack,

    is sent on speeding Angels wings,

    and there aint no looking back.


    You've chosen very wisely,

    to send your Love this way,

    for I'm a determined little birdie,

    and nothing ever gets in my way.


    I am power packed in Courage,

    I am only built for speed,

    I am Honest and Trustworthy,

    when Loves message is in need.


    Only Good News I deliver,

    just like my mate the Dove,

    be it Family, Friend or stranger,

    Good News always comes with Love.


    So pop a note up to me,

    and whisper, so I'll know,

    there aint no battlefield nor Embassy,

    that's too far for me to go.


    and have no fear, I'll make it,

    please have no fear at all,

    cos when it comes to Love notes,

    I'm protected from the fall.


    I deliver all you ask of me,

    I'm the messenger of Love,

    I can dodge all Cupids arrows,

    sent to harm you from above!


    Cos Love's my great protector,

    In Love I cant be harmed,

    so your Hero has a force field,

    when delivered by your charms.



    So send your Love notes to me,

    and I will fly them far and wide,

    and deliver their protection,

    so he'll never leave your side.


    War is a great divider,

    when true Love wants to stay,

    but no evil can divide us,

    when Love hearts get in the way!


    Sally Ann Slight

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:04

    To the Para that I Love.........


    Here's a little story,

    to the Para that I Love,

    just a few good words,

    sent from Heaven up above.


    I've written cos I miss you,

    I've written cos I care,

    I've written just to show you,

    You're still loved while over there.


    I'd whisper words of Love to you,

    but now the Comms are down,

    my special thoughts of my true Love,

    are flying through the town.


    I've sent them on their way to you,

    they know just what to do,

    just like a carrier pigeon,

    sent with Love, but not the poo.


    They can never tire,

    or ever loose their way,

    they reach your big heart hot and fresh,

    cos I sent them all today.


    So, when you get a feeling,

    and think loving thoughts of me,

    my thoughts are to remind you,

    I am waiting patiently.


    My heart is full of Love for you,

    and I send it all, and pray,

    that you accept my gift of Love,

    sent to your heart this way.


    No words can ever tell you,

    just what you mean to me,

    so my Love, I will keep sending,

    Truth, Love, Trust and Loyalty.


    Sal xxx

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:27

    The Hand of a Para......


    When I take the hand

    of a Para,

    I feel the whole world stand

    like a Para,

    I feel Trust and Loyalty

    like a Para,

    I know Truth and Honour

    of a Para,

    I am Strength and Courage

    like a Para,

    I am safe and loved

    by a Para,

    Just like God above

    loves a Para,

    I have the hand

    of a Para,


    and it sometimes misbehaves

    like a Para,

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:30

    Poem to my Para
    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------



    My eyes are better blind,

    cos I cant see you in your chair.

    My ears are better deaf,

    cos I can hear that you're not there.

    My nose is better blocked,

    cos I cant smell your neck and chest.

    My heart is better cold,

    cos it wont hurt so in my vest.


    But leave me with my arms,

    so I can pretend that they are yours,

    and leave me with my hands

    so I can hold each one like yours,

    and leave me with my lips so I can kiss

    my left hand ...that I know is yours!

    and leave me with our bed,

    the one that made us sweat,

    cos while your gone,

    I cant feel

    any happiness

    - yet!


    It will return,

    the day I hear

    your voice upon my phone,

    It will return,

    the day I see

    your face on my computer screen,

    It will return,

    the day I know

    your safe upon these shores,

    It will return,

    the day you are with me

    behind closed doors.


    Then once again,

    my eyes will see,

    and my ears will hear your voice,

    and my nose will clear

    and lips will kiss,

    your hands and chest (and choice!)


    and my heart will once again explode,

    with love when in your arms,

    and my hands will have much work to do

    upon your naked charms!


    So please believe me when I say,

    ''I hate it when you go'',

    but never fear,

    I'm always here,

    waiting, praying in hope.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:34

    Love is not an outside force or a separate entity,

    Love cannot enter you and bring Peace and Unity,

    Love is not flowers, clothes, chocolate or a Bar,

    Love cannot be found upon an Island trip or car,

    Love is not a smile brought upon a strangers face,

    Love cannot be found in cards, in meals or in a different place,

    Love cannot be bought in gifts of satin, silk and lace,

    and Love does not come slowly, quick or even win a race.




    Love is here,

    its with you NOW!

    it never goes away,

    Love is locked within your heart,

    but your Soul gets in the way!

    Your Soul remembers all the hurt

    its suffered in this play....




    So, step back Soul and unlock Heart

    cos Love is here to stay

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:35

    When Peace comes knocking at your door,

    it may be 2am it may be 4,

    who are you, to turn Peace away,

    Who are you, to roll over and say...

    ''not tonight Peace, please go away,

    not tonight Peace, for more sleep I pray''

    for when it is time to answer the call,

    for when it is time to know when to fall,

    Peace is the Guest, when love goes away,

    Peace will remind Love, to come Home to stay.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:35

    If you give to others

    what you yourself need,

    If said with a smile

    you have planted a seed,

    If the Love you give out

    is what you get back,

    Make sure its a good Love

    and not something you lack.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:36

    My Job




    Whatever I choose to do,

    I promise to do it well,

    I will be Happy,




    for if I am not Happy,

    you are not Happy,

    If I am scared,

    you will go elsewhere,

    If I feel Peace,

    then you will feel it too,

    If I Love all that I do,

    then my Love will rub off on you

    and you will be Lucky too.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:36

    Nothing is outside

    It all comes from you

    All you experience is...

    seeds ripening,

    thoughts blooming,

    fears exploding,

    Know thy self

    Peace be with you

    Love already is...




    Soul is Past

    Heart is Now

    God is Future

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:37

    The only Help us Hero's need,

    is your kind thoughts in words and deeds,

    For only when 'Lest We Forget',

    another Soldier hits the deck,

    So keep your Love Light aimed at me,

    while I'm away across the sea,

    For it's your Love that guides me Home,

    in your Love a seed is sown,

    A seed needs water, but not from tears,

    it needs your Love and not your fears.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:41

    ISLE OF LISMORE - LEAVING OR RETURNING?


    Just as a limpet clings to a rock

    upon the shore

    I cling to you

    in faith once more

    as we both await the sea

    to cover our covers

    for eternity


    for only then can we release

    our folded arms

    from within our shells

    to feed on life brought to us

    by the living waters

    of the sea above


    but just as soon as we are

    nourished and fed

    just as we find our love instead

    the tide must turn

    and the water reeds

    break as did our vows

    we creep back inside our shells

    our prison with no key

    our only escape

    the living water tap tap tapping

    on our door

    bringing life once more

    for shore


    what shore?

    just keep tapping to open the door

    of Lismore.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:42

    Weary Soldier take your rest,

    within my arms, upon my vest,

    for there will never ever be,

    a safer port, for Sailors see,

    and all the Pilots fly to be,

    in my Hangers by the Sea,

    the Navy's float, the Para's leap,

    just to see me in my sleep.




    But i choose thee, within my mess,

    the Mermaids sing and Heavens bless,

    the weary Soldier, who battles less

    with the buttons on my dress!

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:44

    I Surrender.......................prepare yourself!!!!







    I never give in to torture,

    I never give in to pain,

    I never give in to mortars,

    nor in torrential rain.




    The mud could be so high,

    but Victory I can taste,

    behind the enemy lines,

    the demons I have faced.




    No floods will ever stop me,

    No mountain seems too high,

    No blizzard can ever slow me,

    ...but just one bleeding guy!!




    Has stopped me being selfish,

    has made me want to care,

    has made me want to buy a skirt,

    and comb my flipping hair!




    I'm learning how to Trust again,

    and Love has shown me how,

    to show true strength in Loyalty,

    and not to be a cow!


    It had to be a Para,

    utrinque paratus,

    if he's ready now for anything,

    I couldn't make a fuss.




    It had to be a Para,

    an ad unum omnes fan,

    if All is to be given,

    none better than this man!

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:47

    Houston, We have a problem,

    when it comes to Me and You,

    We are having a great difficulty,

    the Connection is not true.




    She is giving endlessly,

    no problem getting through,

    but He has still to give away,

    and expose himself to You.




    She is feeling lonely,

    even though they chat away,

    but its not really the deep stuff,

    that will keep them A OK.




    If He will not open,

    his whole heart to her and play,

    then We can't Connect them,

    and alone they'll always stay.




    We knew this was a toughie,

    when She decided to,

    take on a bleeding Para,

    instead of Doctor Who!




    Its not about asking questions,

    but saying how you feel,

    and planning life together,

    that will keep this true Love real.




    Her pain is not acceptable,

    for She has work to do,

    and if She takes another pill,

    She'll OD on them too.




    If his heart dont open to her,

    and He wont tell her all he knows,

    then there is no Love Connection,

    and this File will have to close.




    ....and Michael, We aint going nowhere,

    cos We are all she's got,

    and We're the One's protecting her,

    cos her Old Man, has forgot!!




    ......Zanussi calling Houston,

    He hasn't got a clue,

    his heart is in the right place,

    but he's forgotten what to do....




    When his heart it last got broken,

    when it mended, We didnt fit,

    cos We thought it wasn't needed,

    the most important bit.....




    ''Michael, can you tell her sweetly,

    all the things you like to do,

    and all that you expect from her,

    when you're home and she's with you.




    She's not a flipping Mind Reader,

    they're 10 a penny here,

    She is One in 10 Million,

    so best you keep her near.




    She flowers best in sunlight,

    dont keep her in the dark,

    soak her in pure water,

    and she sings just like a Lark.''




    ...Do you think he's listening?

    Do you think he will obey?

    Do you think he knows how important,

    these two are when they play?




    Do you think he understands?

    there's nothing he must do,

    except he must confide in her,

    to make this dream come true.




    Over and Out....2.38

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:56

    Man down, man down,

    What are you to do

    Pick him up and carry him

    Across the line with you


    Girl down, girl down

    Oh how could she forget

    this is what they had planned

    But God's not told her yet

    of happiness and joy to come

    for when you hit the lows

    the only way is up and out

    when Love within you grows


    No matter what has occurred

    no matter in what fight

    You live to Love another day

    with the one thats right


    You send your Love, you keep up Hope

    You never let him fade

    for you wrote him all those words

    and the promises you made


    the man is down, it was his time

    you never to let him go

    when the man is down enough

    you have to let him know


    that the enemy works from within

    its fear that fires the rounds

    and everything that happens now

    will be in leaps and bounds


    Peace is now within your grasp

    your magazine is spent

    there are no other words to fire

    ''this heart can never dent''


    Love has coated once again

    this broken heart of mine

    and once again its stronger to,

    cross the enemy line


    My hand is held out once again

    to you in Peace and Love

    and if you cannot find the words

    then please just send a dove.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 10:58

    I dont want another Para,

    this one will do fine,

    I remember he was lovely,

    on the days that He was mine.


    You send me other Drivers,

    a Marine, and Squadies too,

    I dont want another Pilot,

    their uniform is blue!


    My Para made me happy,

    My Para made me mad,

    My Para was the only Para,

    I had ever had.


    My Para's made me patient,

    My Para's made me see,

    that the only thing a Para needs,

    is Trust and Loyalty.


    I've followed in his footsteps,

    I've turned the other cheek,

    I've never let the insults stick,

    from the Para that I seek.


    I've dodged every bullet fired,

    to keep me from my path,

    I've managed to survive my foes

    I've gotta keep my laugh.


    Heaven has decided,

    that this Para, he must choose,

    and all his paths are Golden,

    so this Para he cant loose.


    I too have paths to follow,

    I too, walk the Golden Mile,

    I too have every right to choose

    and I choose this Para's smile.


    I cannot force a Para,

    with orders from Above,

    the only thing that I can bring,

    to my Para, is my LOVE.

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 11:08

    thank you Jesus,
    for sending me
    a man to love and hold.

    you never left
    my side at night
    when my heart was sad and cold.

    Thank you Jesus,
    for loving me
    when all around me fade.

    I always had,
    your loving hand
    to guide me through the mess I'd made.

    Thank you Father,
    for sending me
    your son to Love and hold.

    Sally Ann Slight

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  • Comment by: sas333 12 April 2012 - 11:29

    Poetry dwells, within us all

    just dive in, and let words fall

    onto the page, before you set

    let your mind close, and your heart will get

    all that sits, and waits for you

    within your heart, when you feel blue.


    some words are meant, for all to read

    while others fill, your personal need.


    sit down in Peace, and let your time

    be filled with words, that sometimes rhyme.


    let out your past, release your fears

    let words complete, those lonely years.


    with words, you never walk alone

    some paper, pen, turn off the phone.


    God sits within, your every letter

    pour out the bad, to make life better.


    never write in haste or speed

    for evil lies within this deed.


    in Peace we write, in Peace we live

    kind words of Love, is all we give.


    Sally Ann Slight
    Dartmouth
    Devon
    ....sending light and love from Heaven ;-)

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