THE WEAKER SEX
Young women wearing glasses
Often make glancing passes
Timid males they do seek
For the match of the week
Smooth words sweet as honey
He trembles like a frightened bunny
Her radiant charm is great fun
Should he linger or just run?
Cool as a TV celeb
She slowly spins her web
He is absorbed with the honey
She starts to weave with his money
Romeo looks for romance
Juliet just loves to dance
He knows it is no joke
To part poor, also broke
The web has been slowly spun
She has allowed him flirtatious fun
He requests another tryst
He is placed on her list
Seated alone in the cab
She says, "The evening has been fab!"
Then she speeds into the night
His wallet feels feather light
The lesson of life
When seeking a wife
Beware the smouldering passes
From pretty girls who wear glasses
Thomas Conlon, Spennymoor
THE BEAUTY OF THE DAY
You opened my eyes to the beauty of the day
The rays of morn, the chill in the air,
The promise of a new beginning, a brand new dawn
The dawn of life, here and everywhere.
You taught me the beauty of the countryside .
The birds, flowers, trees and streams,
Animals, insects, sunsets and dreams,
You showed me what nature really means.
You loved the mountains, the hills and the dales,
The fish in the rivers, the birds on the wing,
The snow falling gently, the wind blowing free,
All of these things you shared with me.
I took it all, all you had to give,
But it wasn't enough, I wanted more than this.
I wanted reality, I wanted stability,
I wanted a life, I wanted reliability.
I wanted more than you had to give,
I wanted a man with whom I could live.
No-one could ever tie you down, not for life,
Child of nature, you don't need a wife.
Maggie Clensy, Spennymoor
IRONED THOUGHTS
Mangled time,
In cow parsley nettle burn
Meadows,
Where I crouch, hide,
As memories, as people pass me by,
Wisps of the past,
Tugs of memory, as grass tangled,
Moss, soft, stirred with the years, As we grew,
Slugs, butterflies, blush pink flowering currant bushes hide, as grown limbs, want to climb trees, run, relive, daisy chains, frolicking carelessly in meadows, under a peaceful rural sun,
But time and history mixes, jealous of the simple glimpse of time, of space the moment,
The cobwebbed wisp is blowing,Trembling like the dust of change,
That makes another time, another day
Alison Carr, Bishop Auckland
MY LITTLE CHERUB I DIDN'T HEAR CRY
Ghosts of the past
Keep returning
Heartache fails to leave
Darling daughter I grieve
Ghosts of the past
Tears flow
Burning constantly deep down
Heart wants to drown
Ghosts of the past
Solace grips
Agony needing to subside
Safe in God's keeping you'll abide
Ghosts of the past
Re-united soon
Angels have no fear
Amy, darling daugher, I'm here
Julie Wilson, Brandon
WHERE HAVE ALL THE COWBOYS GONE?
Watching the telly
The other day
When my mind
Began to stray
Thinking of the cowboys
I watched every night
Shoot out of sight
Bonanza with the Cartwrights
With a lot of gunfights
The Lone Ranger and Tonto
And then there was Bronco
Cheyenne, Paladin and Maverick
Never got on my wick
Ward Bond and Wagon Train
Leading the settlers
Across the plain
Frankie Laine singing Raw Hide
Made me tingle deep inside
Jim Hardie and Wells Fargo
With a special cargo
Gun smoke with Marshal Dillon
All had top billing
Roy Rogers was a bore
But Wyatt Earp
Was quick on the draw
The Virginian Laredo and
The High Chapparal
Whatever happened to them all?
Now I'm sitting here
Watching some Australian soap
Seems to me
I'm a bit of a dope.
Time to switch off now
I feel a bit low
So farewell Pancho and Cisco,
Adios Amigos,
It's time for you to go.
Mike Peacock, Coxhoe
RING, RING
The phone rings, I rush to answer
We don't need any insurance today,
I respectfully say.
Ring, ring, there it goes again,
Kitchens this time, half price,
Sorry, the one I have is quite nice.
Ring, ring, mobiles with pay as you go
This sweet talking woman is saying
No, I reply, I'm not for paying.
Window and door, all kind of things,
Come over my line.
So for the next call,
I'll have some choice droll,
And I'll put it into rhyme.
Elizabeth Sayers, Spennymore
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