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Definition *POETRY

i) The language of the imagination or emotions expressed rhythmically.

ii) The artistic expression of thought in emotional language.

iii) Whatever appeals to the sense of ideal beauty

* The Cambridge college dictionary

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A Wish submitted by Frances Hitchcock

I wish you that, during your full days,

you'll take sufficient time to stop a while,

a dodo-like relaxation,

good health because you keep mobile,

somebody to dance with,

a bit of adventure

and a positive outlook

and lots of happiness.

May you always have love to share,

good health and attentive friends.

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Spelling submitted by Frances Hitchcock

Eye halve a spelling chequer

It came with my pea sea.

It plainly marques four my revue

Miss steaks eyes kin knot sea.

..........

Eye strike a quay and type a word

And weight four it two say.

Weather eye am wrong oar write

It shows me strait a weigh.

..........

As soon as a mist ache is maid

It nose bee four two long.

And eye can put the error rite

Its rare lea ever wrong.

..........

Eye have run this poem threw it

Eye am shore your please two no

Its letter perfect awl the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew!

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Poems from Frances Hitchcock

This poem, was written in 1939 following the outbreak of World War II by Capt Denis Lisney a young army officer. The oriiginal copy was given to me to keep and was inscribed as follows:

Dated 9.2.79
To my darling Frances, from Den.
ex Capt of Infantry Leicester Regiment
ex Deputy Commissioner N.W. Europe

The Barracks - Leicester Oct. 39

If I could wake, and find

That dreams are real.

 

The littleness of years has past

Each pleasured hour has paid its due

Each ecstasy has cast its shadow

The debt is paid in full.

 

The peace of meadows springing green.

A running brook that trickles by, unseen

The peace of seeing cattle pass

The peace of Summers swaying grass

The careless joy of living

The sweet sorrow of forgiving

 

All these are gone.

And now my heart is dead

 

Nearly 40 years on Den also wrote the following poem.
The inscription reads: For Darling Frances, Alan and David

 

This is to welcome home

the nicest girl I

Have ever known.

Plump sometimes

Slim at others

Always elegant

Councillor in Leicestershire.

The Best.

The Test was won.

Good husband.

Wonderful Son.

Such as we are, we

are and always will be

One.

and of course Dear Old Pat

Dated: 2nd Dec '76

Den has since passed away.

(Pat was Den's son who was tragically killed in a head on car collision in June 1976)

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Forward to Canine Court

We used to live on a street of all terraced houses called Oxford street in the suburb of Bulwell in Nottingham , and this is a poem that my wife wrote about the dogs on the street using the names that they were called.

I hope you all like reading it, and that others of you will join in and send in pieces to the Webmaster that everyone can enjoy looking at, poems, short précis of your life, strange or funny things that have happened to you, in fact just about anything that others may find interesting. Please participate as that will make PLUGIT very much more a social group as well as a learning group than it is now.

Yours sincerely Mr A J Eaton (Jim)

Canine Court

Doggies all shapes and sizes brown and black and white

Are joining in the courtyard for there has been a fight

There was Billie and old Butch, Sandy, Tommy, Sparkie too,

Johonno brought some old pals these we never knew,

Alsatian Rocky is the judge for you he is the boss

Spaniel’s in the witness box and couldn’t care a toss,

Hound with tail between his legs he strolled in the door

He really thought old spaniel would be his friend no more,

Rocky then barked quiet now let us all begin

The two dogs here have trouble one is guilty of the sin,

Spaniel swear to me today and swear upon your oath

The evidence you give to me to all you do betroth,

Hound rose up to have his say guilty I am not

Spaniels the one in wrong the bone he took the lot,

Rocky said sit down hound we’ll call upon you next

Please don’t cause disturbances or I’ll get very vexed,

Spaniel give your story why you and Tommy fought

Well it’s like this Rocky hound was my friend I thought

My Master took me walking to the Butchers we did roam

Tommy was not far behind he followed to my home,

I went in to the garden and under the willow tree

I dug this hole, put in the bone the Butcher gave to me,

On Friday night, and very late I sat in the window bay

Tommy came dug up my bone and he got clear away,

Next day I saw him in the town my teeth were showing bare

I had this fight with Tommy as I didn’t think it fair,

But Tommy is a strong dog and he fought back on me

He made me bleed; he broke my paw as all of you can see,

Step down Charlie Rocky said go back into your place

He looked down at Tommy a scowl upon his face,

Tommy looked at Rocky and you tell it fair,

Look everyone said Tommy, Charlie was me mate

I’ve had lots of juicy bones we’ve shared them at the gate,

But Charlie can be greedy I’ve often had to shout

But greed did get the better of him and he left me out,

Charlie stood up from his place and he shouted loud

Tommy I’m not greedy there was uproar in the crowd,

Rocky shouted Charlie you’ve had your turn you know

One more interruption and through the gate you’ll go,

Poor Charlie he just sat there put his face upon his chest

What can I do thought Charlie they all think I’m the pest,

Tommy looked at Rocky shall I carry on or what

Yes, yes said Rocky sternly tell us all the lot,

Well it’s like this said Tommy as I said before

Whatever you give Charlie, He’s always after more,

When I saw him in the town his teeth were showing white

His back was hunched he growled, and started up the fight

I do admit I took the bone but it wasn’t just for me

But to teach Charlie a lesson it’s back under the willow tree,

Charlie looked at Tommy and on his face was sorrow

Would they make it up today and walk the streets tomorrow

Rocky said to all the dogs the out come it must be

There both guilty of the fact, So today I’ll set them free,

As it’s their first time here Tommy, Charlie, I’ll be fair

If you cause trouble any more again you will appear

Now both of you can go but heed my warning when I say

You’ve got off very lightly next time you’ll have to pay,

Charlie with tail between his legs then walked out of the door

As he though old Tommy would be his friend no more,

Tommy barked wait Charlie your mate I want to be

I have another bone outside that you can share with me,

Alas the day is over happiness the pair have found

This was the trial of the dogs the Spaniel and the Hound.

WRITTEN BY MRS LILLIAN JUNE EATON

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My Friend

Who can I turn to, What do I do

My life’s now in tatters

My heart’s broken too

Who can I trust, Who is my mate

Where’s my life heading

What is my fate?

I want to tell someone, I need you my dear

I need your respect

I’m living in fear

Life’s not worth living

In this moment in time

I need a good pal

Someone all mine

I walk the highway, With my head high

People pass by me

I just want to cry

But I smile, and wish them good day

These aren’t the words

I want to say

They don’t see the heartache

I have within

Where do I find you friend

Where do I begin

One day you’ll be there

And me for you

When we’ll be the best friends

Ever and true.

Written by Mrs L J Eaton

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Bingo

Bingo is a lot of fun

But a pricey game

You try so hard to win a line

Then find its all in vain,

Number ten then number two

Eight and twelve are next

You just wanted number five

And you get very vexed,

Again you want one number

Some one shouts here y’ar

All you hopes and dreams have gone

That game is done ta-rah

The jackpots being called now

Your heart begins to race

That silly woman she would shout

You look and pull a face,

The last game now is starting

All heads are down within

Your numbers come up very quick

At last you’ve got a win.

Written by Mrs L J Eaton

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Reassuring Words

Submitted by Audrey Clements

A friend wrote – in verse – to tell me of her memory lapses etc., since turning 70.

I wrote back to reassure her...........

I loved your poem

I laughed and laughed,

Because you see

I'm just as daft!

..........

I ring my sister with a worry,

She dreads to hear my tone,

Then later on I have to ask-

"Edith- why did I phone?"

..........

I make a drink then wander off,

The sheets and towels to fold,

I deviate from this to that

Then find my tea - stone cold

..........

My hearing aids don't always work,

Not even turned up high;

When Bert shouts "Audrey time to go"!

I shout back "So am I"

..........

My son tells me I never listen,

I only hear instead

I tell him "Don't be silly Keith",

Then ask him what he said.

..........

I send the news to Julie,

Lots more than just a page;

If you've heard it all before love

I'm sorry, it's old age!

..........

I talk to Gill about our visit,

And the lovely time we've spent,

I know we've been but don't recall

Just when it was we went!

..........

Sometimes in conversation,

In confusion I am sat;

What? when? and why? until Keith cries-

"Wake up you daft old bat!"

..........

My husband and my sister,

Their memories have gone too,

And someone else is just as bad -

I can't remember who.

..........

But though my family tease me,

And infer I've lost a link,

I love them very dearly,

And they love me - I think ?

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