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ElaineMcFarlane
Thought i'd try out some more poems on my favourite audience biggrin.gif hope you like and feel free to put in some of your own poems and feel free to tell me if mine are crap!

You don’t know me yet you’ve known me my whole life
You don’t understand me yet you make the same decisions
You don’t realise my potential yet you continue to hope
You don’t have a clue yet you always thought you knew
You don’t believe in me yet you always see the good in me
But then you see you are me!
Catherine
Elaine that's lovely. Is this a hobby of yours?{ or are ye famous an no lettin oan } biggrin.gif
Welcome to the boards.
ElaineMcFarlane
I am a dabbler - i don't go around thinking about poems and i rarely read any poems - but if i think of something i put it down on paper (or type it) - i honestly did that one above in five minutes - but i'm glad you like them and hey who knows maybe one day i will be famous huh.gif
Teeny
Guid wee poems therr Elaine ... gaunnae gies sum mair ??

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jessiemac
Elaine very good indeed I enjoyed that very much, do some more please smile.gif
betty2
Nice poem elaine dabble wae the rhyme masel tho ah dae it fur fun but you keep them comin they like poetry oan here and you'll aye get an interested audience

Keep writin in rhyme
And give it yir best
An maybe in time
you'll be up therr wae the best rolleyes.gif
ElaineMcFarlane
I thought you might like this one (even though its not one of my own wink.gif ) i came across it when i was doing the newsletter at my work and it seemed pretty fitting for this website unfortunately i don't know who wrote it but whoever did - all credit to you!:

A Glesca' Wean

Ah wis born an' bred in Glesca'
Aye, Glesca' is ma hame
Bein' brocht up in a tenement
made me a typical Glasca' Wean

Ah didnae hae very many toys
Like the weans a' hiv the day
Ma pals were happy girls an' boys
An' there wis lots o' games tae play

We'd play at 'Cowboys an' Indians'
We played at 'Hide an' seek'
When we coonted tae 100 nice an' fast
An' ye wirnae allowed tae peek.

Then we'd tie some string thre' two tin cans
An' we'd put them oan oor feet
An' stomp like Dracula's Monster
Right up an' doon oor street

There wis 'Doublers', 'Ropes' an' 'Kick the can'
We played 'Rounders' roon the back
The we'd sit oan toap o' the midden
Tellin' Ghost Stories 'til it got dark

We'd walk tae the Picture Matinee
Oan a Seturday efternoon
Where a man came oot tae make us a' sing
An' wave hankies in time tae the tune

But even tho' we hidnae Dolls like Barbie or like Sindy
Ye could shout up tae yer Maw fer a piece oan Jam an' she'd
Throw it oot the windae!
ElaineMcFarlane
And yet another one courtesy of the works newsletter, this one was written many years ago by a ninety year old women (with a great sense of humour i imagine!)

I'm Fine, Thank you

There is nothing the matter with me,
I'm as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when i talk, i talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in
Arch supports i have for my feet,
Or i wouldn't be able on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning i find I'm alright
My memory is failing, my heads ina spin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is this as my tale i unfold -
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
than to let folk know the shape we are in

How do i know that my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up & go, has got up and went.
But I really don't mind when i think with a grin
Of all the good places my "get up" has been.

Old age is golden I've heard it said
But, sometimes i wonder as i get into bed
With my ears int he drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until i wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, i say to myself
"Is there anything else i could lay on the shelf?"

When i was young my slippers were red.
I could kick my heels right over my head
When i got older my slippers were blue
But i could still dance the whole night through
Now i an old, my slippers are black
I walk to the store and puff my way back

I get up each morning and dust off my wits
I pick up the paper and read the "Obit's"
If my name is still missing i know I'm not head
So i have a good breakfast and go back to bed
Heather
Elaine, that poem about "The Glesga Wean" is brilliant and spot on.
Last summer I was teaching my G'daughter how to play doublers, and she loves some of the old rhymes that I sing, ( the rhymes not my singing laugh.gif ) while playing doublers. She always asks for the one about " the princess who doesn't want to catch the measles".
I well remember putting holes in tin cans, and pulling the string through, and clomping about, what a racket they made.
And tin tops on the soles of our shoes, to tap dance with.

Every generation make their own memories, but I wonder what memories the present generation, who are growing up with Play Stations, Game Boys etc., will have, regarding childhood games.
Scotia69
Elaine the "Glesga Wean" was just brilliant and brought back a lot of memories . Many thanks keep them coming.

It never ceases to amaze me the amount of talented folk on these boards. I have a gifted family artists wood carvers ect but at the age of 65 I'm still trying to discover what mine is.Hope I haven't gone off thread to much. wub.gif
deepblue
i usually write in spanish, so it's hard to share with people over here, translations suck, but this one came out in english wink.gif




12/02/04 08:20:34

If we fear we cannot be bound.
If we are bound in fear,
we can only drag ourselves
into the suffering

When I pray I am full of life
When I speak I can only give blessings
When I think of you, I can only share my love

My faith is my best gift
it is that spark of freedom

If you beleive in suffering
you dwell in the realm of ignorance
If you have felt the scent of my love,
then you can beleive in life.
Fearn
Welcome Deepblue -

Nice sentiments.
deepblue
hi, thanks for the welcome, is this the largest glasgow e-forum ?

cheers,

ale.x
Isobel
Gosh you guys are good .Keep them coming.
Teeny
Welcome deepblue, I enjoyed reading your poem.

Elaine, have you any more for us?

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ElaineMcFarlane
I'm far too shy to tell you that I love you.
You're a star far from my plain earth.
I gaze and see no man who's above you:
To me you are the cynosure of worth.
Yet with all your beauty you're a person
Like me in need of sympathy and love.
Your thoughts of me would not, I dare hope, worsen
If I in some way tried your heart to move.
There's pleasure, surely, drawn from the reflection
That someone, somewhere, worships your sweet face,
Thinks you are the summit of perfection,
Wants nothing more of life than your embrace.
The danger is you'll think it couldn't be;
So I suggest you see yourself through me.
ElaineMcFarlane
The road ahead is like the road behind.
The dreams achieved revise the dreams to come.
Mind shapes world, and new-shaped world shapes mind,
As what you are steps back from what you've done.

The deeper you resides in its own space,
Sheltered like a yolk from wind and tide,
Filled with unimaginable grace
To wander through the paradise inside.

Ambitious girl! Become what dream you will,
And sail across each dark, forbidding sea.
Within, the fawn will graze sweet meadows still,
Untouched by all the phantoms you will be.
ElaineMcFarlane
Here's a classic from Mr Burns:

To A Mouse.


Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion.
An fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve:
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma request;
I'll get a blessin wi the lave,
An never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An naething, now, to big a new ane,
O foggage green!
An bleak December's win's ensuin.
Baith snell an keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an waste,
An weary winter comin fast.
An cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro thy cell.

That wee bit heap o leaves an stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble.
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o mice an men
Gang aft agley,
An lea'e us nought but grief an pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An forward, tho I canna see,
I guess an fear!
Scotty
Hi Elaine the Poems are great keep them coming The Glesga Wean was lovely and brought back happy memories for me

How simple life was back then
Im not a Poet Im afraid but I love reading them

Joan Chester
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Teeny
Elaine they were lovely ... were the 2 poems before "oor Rabbie" your own??

If so, you're a very talented lady.

Nice to have some serene threads !!

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ElaineMcFarlane
Here's one that will bring a smile to your face (i hope!) - i wrote this down as i was in work "working" wub.gif

I'm a kiddie oan poet
I bet ye dinnae know it
If ma faimily ever fund oot
my butt would connect tae their fit
but i enjoy it, i hope ye dae too
And as i finish this poem...
haud oan i need the loo


sorry, i was in a daft mood!!
ElaineMcFarlane
Another one i did while "working"


As he slipped away with a tear on his cheek
he whispered softly ' my life, it was not meek'
'I've lived a life that wis full,
In fact some days were downright cool'
'so as i leave this life behind - gonnae no cry!'
and as he slipped away that tear began to dry.
Teeny
Lovely Elaine

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Marg
Friendship is the kind of love
that never can grow old.
Warm and cozy it will stay
when other things are cold.
Friendship is a love so true
it won't be denied,
Because a friend will always be
there close by your side.
Boyfriends and lovers come and go
in this game of life we play,
But a true friend, no matter what,
in your heart will always stay.
So hold these friends dear to you,
and never let them go.
Think how much they mean to you,
and make sure to tell them so.
Scotty
That was lovely Marg Im not good at poetry myself but I love reading it
Elaine keep them coming

Joan
Chester
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Catherine
Makes for very gentle readin guys, serene's a good word Teeny.
Lovely topic. smile.gif
Scotty
Hi Elaine Marg
I was given a Bookmark a few years ago by a Patient
Its called a Nurses Prayer thought I would share it with you

As I care for my Patients Today
Be there with me oh Lord I pray
Make my words kind it means so much
And in my Hands place your Healing Touch
Let your Light shine through all that I do
So those in need can hear and feel you

Joan
Chester
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jimmyd
And when the bedpan I do remove.,
please Lord don't make me trip
because it may be fu!!!

sorry Joan could not resist it
ur wi still China's
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Scotty
I nae bother Jimmy
I have heard a lot worse over the Years

Joan Chester
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carmella
Thoughts

In my precious time I stand and stare
At the riverís edge through tranquil air;
A walk through the woods is oh so sweet,
And shades me from the summer heat!
I like to see the rainbow etch
A beautiful arc Ė as a painterís sketch;
A view in which we all play a part
And share the joy of natureís art,
Where sunsetís image amid the trees,
And perfect moments, such as these
Thatís when I find time to stand and stare,
This beautiful life seen everywhere.

Autumn Reverie

The beauty of an azure sky
The singing of the birds on high

The beauty of the hills beyond
And fallen leaves upon a pond

Orange and red and yellow too
The magic of fall for me and you

It gladdens my heart to see this time
A favoured walk with friends of mine

We walk amid a carpet of bronze
Listening to birds, singing their songs

I think of the good times and throw off the bad
To dwell on those memories would make me so sad

A walk in the forest with leaves all around
Alone with my thoughts, and no other sound

Our lives are as short as the seasons that pass
So tender our hearts Ė as they shatter like glass

Live out all your seasons with joy in your soul
Bring pleasure to others Ė let this be your goal.
Marg
As I sit here by my keyboard,
and look upon this site,
I visit all the friends Iíve found,
they come from near and far.
As many of us grow older
We found our lives expanded,
The computer has brought us all so close,
The miles they do not matter.
We have a general chit chat
And topic of discussion,
pictures posted from round the world
The subject does not matter.
And into live chat we often go
And have a little patter.
The thing that brings us all so close
Is the common bond of Glasgow.
So if your feeling low and need a wee friend
Come along to GG and read a little post.
Itís sure to make you happy.
For the members are the most.


This my feeling on this site. wub.gif
Kaz61
A Daddy's Story

It was on the month of Liverpool
in the City of July,
the rain was snowing heavily
and the streets were soaking dry.

I fell in love with a Scots girl
who sang me an Irish dance,
she lived in Tipperary
just a few miles out of France.

Her father was a brick layer
aboard the Bangor boat
it took two thousand tons of coal
to feed Magillians goat.

Magillians goat took ill on Sunday
and died the day before
now I have told you enough of my lies
and I am not going to tell you any more.
Catherine
laugh.gif Kaz ye oan the nightshift? Brilliant to see ye!!
Kaz61
Naw Catherine..some kinda backshift....

So how are you ma china?
still take a gless o' wina?
A keep looking in, tae read awe the gen
this is the first ah've posted since goad know's when?

thought ah'd better keep it in rhyme cool.gif
Melody
Aw Catherine it's Kaz, it's oor Kaz...how are ye pal? We miss ye very much, sure we do Catherine? Wish ye were back on here like the old days. Take Care of yourself, did ah tell ye we miss ye? sad.gif
Kaz61
awe ta Melody.........who knows maybe one day I'll get back on as norm......busy busy busy here the now.

But ah keep looking in biggrin.gif
Melody
Did ah tell ye we missed ye!! laugh.gif Take Care
Catherine
Keekaboo Keekaboo
We love you
Better run here
Afore Elaine says shoooo laugh.gif
ElaineMcFarlane
awe come on noo
i aint gonna say shooo
but if your lucky you may get
a peekaboo!! wub.gif
Marg
Wonderful Day

I hope you woke up this morning with a big smile on your face...
I hope the sun is shining just for you
and the birds are singing their very best songs...
I hope your coffee is hot and tastes just right
and the cats are purring contentedly,
and the mailman waves a cheery hello...
and there are no bills in the post.

I hope that your day is filled with lovely surprises
and friends call you up just to say "Hi"...
I hope you feel on top of the world
with a spring in your step all day
I hope just everything goes your way
I hope everything is well with your world,
a place for everything and everything in its place...
I hope you can enjoy all you do
... and you are complimented on the way you look,
and you can laugh and talk and share to your heart's content.

I hope you have all you wish for yourself
and those dear to you,
and all your dreams come true...
and at the end of the day
I wish you a perfect moon shining just for you,
a snug and cosy bed with the softest of pillows
and I hope you sleep like a lamb
... with a smile on your face.
I hope you have a perfect end to the perfect day
... and I hope that every day is just as wonderful in its own way!
thistle46
Friends without Faces!
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - how, we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen that we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thought in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains

They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

~~author unknown~~

thanks for all those wee names
Scotty
Thisle that was lovely Kaz and Marg keep them coming
I love reading the Poetry
Cant write it though wish I could wub.gif


Joan Chester
Marg
I hope you woke up this morning with a big smile on your face...
I hope the sun is shining just for you
and the birds are singing their very best songs...
I hope your coffee is hot and tastes just right
and the cats are purring contentedly,
and the mailman waves a cheery hello...
and there are no bills in the post.

I hope that your day is filled with lovely surprises
and friends call you up just to say "Hi"...
I hope you feel on top of the world
with a spring in your step all day
I hope just everything goes your way
I hope everything is well with your world,
a place for everything and everything in its place...
I hope you can enjoy all you do
... and you are complimented on the way you look,
and you can laugh and talk and share to your heart's content.

I hope you have all you wish for yourself
and those dear to you,
and all your dreams come true...
and at the end of the day
I wish you a perfect moon shining just for you,
a snug and cosy bed with the softest of pillows
and I hope you sleep like a lamb
... with a smile on your face.
I hope you have a perfect end to the perfect day
... and I hope that every day is just as wonderful in its own way!
have a happy day!
Marg
A Small Tree -- Every one needs one.

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he
invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my
curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh! That's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't
help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those
troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again."

"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to
pick'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

not really a poem but I like the thought.
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davy
In my job as an insurance agent I got so frustrated being consistantly let down with a potential client, I sent him this wee bit in a letter.



THE SALESMANS LAST LETTER

Dear Mr Smith

I am growing very old
my hair has gone grey
my teeth have fallen out
rotten with decay
most body parts that came in two's
have whittled down to one
my sex life has long since gone
I need ***IGNORED WORDS*** by the ton
I walk with a limp
and stoop when I stand
and whenever I clap
I can only use one hand
my days are numbered
to the end of my life
but I need that appointment
with you and your wife
I am on a misssion
from up on high
to sell you a pension
before I die
I have called you at work
but to no avail
you never call back
or answer my mail
I am sure you're fed up
rejecting my calls
and you wonder how
I have got the balls
but this is my swan song
and the lyrics are mine
so how about that meeting
while I still have the time
Scotty
Marg that was lovely we could all do with a Tree like that
it would make things easier
Davy that was nice also please keep them coming

Joan Chester
Via the Shaws Barrhead
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ElaineMcFarlane
Love is an angel, so soft and so true.
Black as the devil, so awkward and askew;
Touchs the heart, and brought me to you
Tore me away, unable to pursue.

Pursue as I might, try as I may
Without you, my life is just disarray;
I realise my love is going astray
I didn't love you enough, and now I will pay.

Love is what keeps me chasing you still
You truly loved me, and never again will;
I pursued to your home, all in goodwill
I picked you a rose, my wish to fulfill.

A knock, then another and the door lay unwound
My glow disappeared as the rain drizzled down;
A glance up, as I make my way to turn around
When what do I hear, but a shrill creaking sound.

The door opened and what do I see
Well it's the beautiful, humble, better half of me;
I hand him my rose, and was used as a key
To open up the door of love, that we didn't see.

A hug, and a kiss, I sit on thy knee
"I ask of you, to put the debris,
I will love you forever, this I guarentee
Because love is whatever we make it to be."
ElaineMcFarlane
No matter how bad things may be
I will stress this point to you
I will always be right here
I promise, my words are true

I may not have a magic wand
To wave your troubles away
But I want reassure you this
I’m your friend and here to stay

Sometimes it is enough to know
That someone is right there
And that they care enough to listen
And care enough to care

Ok, so maybe you think I’m nuts
Your thoughts I cannot blame
But to pass up on a sincere friendship
Would be a crying shame
Teeny
These are all great wee poems on here guys.

What can I say Elaine ?? Poetry in motion.

Very nice indeed, I enjoyed them tremendously (esp "Love is an Angel"), was able to visualise it ... wub.gif

Teeny
weementor
I'm not sure if I posted this wee poem...If I have you can still enjoy the music.
a wanderers poem
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