Granny enjoying new technology.
#sundayrepost He stood at the edge of the garden and surveyed the sacred land. His worn out boots were deep in weeds, a worn out hoe in his hand.
#100things 1. I love to spend time with my family, they have to be number one. 2. I like to read of course. 3. I like drawing and painting, art in general. 4. Cake making and decorating. 5.
#sundayrepost Come home, Alexandra Come home from the moor Your supper's long been waiting And there's darkness at the door.
#confidence I have been handicapped by severe shyness all of my life. It isn't really a lack of confidence but that is the effect it has.
Take your place on Earth among your fellow man and try to create harmony. Work at first with your family, then within yourself. Peace within yourself is the hardest to achieve.
#bestofopuss/Toms This will be my last harvest, boy, the last i'll ever see, For I can feel my maker, boy, a-looking hard at me.
#bestofopuss/one of mine for a change.
#bestofopuss/Toms My father never seemed to change Not even as I grew, With hair as white as buttermilk And eyes of cornflower blue.
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be.
An afternoon in the autumn sunshine with a grandson is hard to beat, until he finds the old bonfire to jump in. #first Opuss. @glen.
When my much loved daughter was two months old I became concerned that something wasn't quite right. As I had two previous children I had some experience to draw on.
What do you see nurses. . . . . .What do you see. What are you thinking .. . . . . when you're looking at me. A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise, Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .
This poem was written for the 70th birthday celebration of a former farmer and cricket fanatic. By Tom May.
I read a post today that touched me deeply. The title is The News, written by @iphoneaddict. we all talk about how unfair it is to be prejudiced against people with different colored skin etc.
Sienna said she would like to read my bio, so here it is. I spent my youth in the swinging sixties, which was great. I saw the Beatles in concert, met the Queen and got married far too young.
In a place never travelled, down a road never found Is a ramshackle roundabout no-one went round. Toads sit in the tarmac and rabbits abound On the ramshackle roundabout no-one went round.
Old Charlie shuffled from the care home leaving behind the horrible pall of finality, out into the sunlit grounds full of sweet chestnut and forgotten birdsong.
Opuss is a world of dreams Where words are penned And plots are schemed. Opuss brings forth skill and ardour It makes us folk try much much harder. See, I told you I couldn't write poetry.
I just made the first step towards my plan for enjoying my retirement in luxury. I noticed that I could invest some of my dosh, (not too much) in Opuss, via Seedrs.
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be Those lines are part of a poem I always meant to write but never did, a ghost from my East End schooldays that I always...
It was Friday in late summer, over two years since I first entered my green place and Dad was finally coming home the next day.
I was about 8 when Dad first took me there. Him on his old battered Raleigh, me following on my first real bike.
Got a card one Christmas Eve marked Cincinatti Made from bits and bobs and children's pretty things All it said was - we made this for you Daddy On an angel with cotton covered wings.
Are you watching, British Tommies, from somewhere up above. Do you see the tiny village square in the country that you love.
I'm one of the lads again now yes, I'm one of the lads again. I can paint the town red and choose my own bed I'm one of the lads again.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
You look so pale and sad, old friend Since you chose the city life For bonuses and boardrooms And a siliconed trophy wife. Come back to the old Blackwater boy.
Where are the doves of the sixties now. What happened to the warriors of the sun. The buds have wilted on the olive bough like poppies thrust into the soldier's gun.
My granddaughter said 'Granny, why do you have stripes on your face?' I think she meant 'lines'. It's a good job that I love her!!. .
He stood at the edge of the garden and surveyed the sacred land. His worn out boots were deep in weeds, a worn out hoe in his hand.
Ingredients: Packet of Chocolate Chip and Nut Cookies (Biscuits to us English) Medium sized carton of Whipping Cream 1/2 cup of Sherry or an Orange liqueur Small tin of Orange Segments -...
This poem was written by yet another friend, now sadly gone too. I think its worth reading, he was quite a character.........
Shape up Tommy Atkins And stem the German tide, For your King and for your country For God is on your side.
Remember how with words I loved you I am no more of this world Only in dreams can I visit you I am wandering in the land of shades I kiss your cheeks through each tear of rain Age did...
'Stop pulling Bosun. Whatever's wrong with you today?' she scolded the bulky terrier. He glanced up sheepishly and slowed a little.
The faded oak framed photograph hung in pride of place over the hearth of the ramshackle cottage. An old smack in full sail chased the massive clouds as she ran the tide.
Dora is my friend's mother in law. She was born in 1906, she is 106 years old and is still rational but keen to move on to a better place,( her words). Dora recalled these memories when she was 95.
With his Southend seafront stetson And his plastic handled gun He rode the pontoon prairies In the hazy dockland sun.
Tom and his friend Brian were working on the renovation of our cottage when he wrote this for me, there is more than a grain of truth in it .
On a new estate in England, somewhere in Milton Keynes, Mother went out shopping, for brie, baguettes and beans.
Tom wrote this poem for his little grandson: What will you do in your life little one Will you pick up the ball and run and run Will you pick up the ball and run.
Computer for the children Computer for the home Computer for the office Computer for the clone. Computer credit rating Computer sends the bill Computer counts the voting Computer works the till.
This is another favourite of mine as its very easy to make. Set the oven to 180 c Use a 7inch tin, lined with baking parchment and greased.
This will be my last harvest, boy, the last i'll ever see, For I can feel my maker, boy, a-looking hard at me.
Oven temp.
Embankment nights are cold and dark A chill is in the air Shining faces flecked with rain Reflect the streetlights glare.
MIDST MORTAR SHELL AS. ROCKETS FELL. THE VISITOR WALKED ALONE. THROUGH RUINED MOSQUE AND SYNAGOGUE. PAST TEMPLES. BATTLE BLOWN. AND ALL THE GUNS FELL. SILENT. ON THE STREETS OF SHATTERED STONE.
MIRACLE AT McDONALDS THE FACE OF CHRIST ON A SLICE OF TOAST MINUS THE FATHER AND HOLY GHOST. DREW E.BAY BIDS FROM COAST TO COAST. THE FACE OF CHRIST ON A PIECE OF TOAST.
YOU DONT MIND THE SECRECY OR SO YOU SAY OR ONLY SEEING ME EVERY OTHER DAY.
DONT DRINK IN ALL THE NIGHT BARS OR SIT AND WATCH THE STARS DONT WONDER WHERE YOU ARE, THATS NOT MY WAY. I TELL MY FRAGILE HEART THAT WE WILL NEVER PART AND JUST PRETEND, TODAY IS YESTERDAY.
It is difficult to laugh when you are surrounded by sadness and strife but try to smile whenever you can, it will help you but more, it will help those around you.
YOU TELL ME THAT YOUVE GOT A NEW MAN HES SENSITIVE AND HES KIND HE BRINGS YOU FLOWERS ON A SUNDAY AND LISTENS TO WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
This joke was sent to me, I just am testing how to copy and paste. A Chinese guy goes to a Jew to buy black bras, size 38.
With understanding comes strength. The strength to walk with a wrongdoer through criticism and resentment knowing that you too have erred.
NO JUMPING IN PUDDLES TODAY MY LAST LITTLE ONE IN YOUR BLACK SHINY FIRST DAY TINY SHOES I HOLD YOUR HAND THROUGH THE GAPING GREEN RAILINGED JAWS OF THEIR WORLD TIGHTER THAN YOU HOLD...
I say goodbye to the family and start another day of factory rules and factory tools and fools in factory grey.
Daddy is it true that when you were little, just like me there were birds and bees and butterflies and fishes in the sea.
The world is full of stress and discord, every person contributes to the condition on earth.
Come home, Alexandra Come home from the moor Your supper's long been waiting And there's darkness at the door.
The witching velvet evening falls across the quiet land the last red ray of twilight steals shadow from my hand.
I saw the old dog die today. Too tired and worn to mend. In my world full of acquaintances. How sad to lose a friend. Animals they have no soul. At least that's what they say.
Where are the doves of the sixties now. What happened to the warriors of the sun. The buds have wilted on the olive bough like poppies thrust into the soldier's gun.
As Tom's poems seem to be well received I thought I would explain why it's me posting them. Tom is my age and does not have a computer. He writes in longhand and is happy with that.
Ice cool, full. Medusa moon. Statuing the night. frosting elm branch. arch and crack. against the polar stars. Silver river of. Nova light. Stalagmite trees. glaze the crystal. grassland glades.
In orchard days, before the trees were gone. Where ancient summers lap like old mulled wine. We languished in the lee of Albion. Too foolish, or too wise to count the time.
This was written by Audrey Hepburn when she was asked to share her beauty tips. Her beauty wasn't just skin deep. For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
It seemed I had lost you for a while watched you hold a strangers hand that was mine searching for a spark in dementia's darkness Now somehow, i have you back free from pain happy and...
The seasons on Earth are reflections of the seasons of life for each soul. Childhood: Spring When a child is brought into the world, fresh, full of enthusiasm and growing fast.
My dad's brother has just finished 'doing the knowledge'. - Uncle Toms cabbin' Another joke my husband asked me to post.
The marigold, golden shining as the sun. Each petal perfectly radiant, spreading joy and happiness with its beauty. Hardy plants, growing in adversity, so strong and reliable and so lovely.
Love is the emotion we all need most, to give and to receive. Love is what gives the human spirit life.
Definition of a coffin - a snuff box. Not my fault, my husband asked me to post it .
I love hot chocolate when it snows, When the rain falls, When the cold breeze blows. It warms me up from head to toe I snuggle, In my sofa low. Daniel Fortella (13).
It's wonderful when you are old enough to watch your son with his own children. To see the love he has for them and the wisdom he teaches them.
I am watching a programme on tv about the 1960s. It's very strange seeing the fashions and music that I loved when I was a teenager. What is even stranger is that I am old now, weird!. .
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad..
I like listening to the podcasts, can't wait for more!.
If only I could remember that living for many years doesn't necessarily protect me from making idiotic mistakes. Perhaps by the time I am eighty.......... Sent from my iPad.
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it..
Another of my friends visited the doctor and saw one of her friends in the waiting room. Her friend is rather overweight and very jolly, her friend was called into the doctor first.
A good friend of mine is rather forgetful. One summer she mentioned to her husband that she would need a lift into town to pay a cheque into the building society.
It is important never to look down at anyone, unless you are helping them up..
When I turned forty I decided to do something interesting each year. The first year I decided it was time I learned to swim. I cant say I ever enjoyed it but I did manage to achieve it.
People might forget what you said and they may forget what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel..
Meeting the Queen. I was late and ran through crowds of people lining the street. When she came over to speak to me I forgot to curtsy which made me blush.
Being threatened with expulsion by the headmistress when she heard us being inter viewed on the radio.
Sitting up all night with friends, debating the possibility that Jesus was a spaceman. Well it was the 1960s.
North sea trawler captain, Prosecuted for downloading prawn from the net..
An hour with my grandchildren makes me feel young again, anything longer and I start to age quickly..
I just heard of a great new cocktail called a Titanic, it goes down well with a little bit of ice..
The nice thing about being senile is that you can hide your own Easter eggs..
Grandchildren are Gods way of compensating us for growing old. Mary H Waldrip.
Perfect love comes with the first grandchild, oh, and the second and third!.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four year old grandson. The old mans hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred and his steps faltered.
Any relation?.
It brought me joy to hear that my granddaughter describes me as her friend. I hope it lasts - at least until she is four!.
There was a small boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that each time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail in the back of the fence.
It was a typical East London secondary modern school, large, Victorian and overcrowded with an excess of green railings; it brooded in the shadow of Docklands.
An afternoon in the autumn sunshine with a grandson is hard to beat, until he finds the old bonfire to jump in!.
Only a mother can learn to see through her children's eyes. If she didn't, she wouldn't stand in a winter drizzle, clutching a small, sticky paw, staring at an Irishman down a hole..