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For Sula - you might remember this?

2013-05-21T10:14:24+02:00

Buttons

When I was just a little child
Sat at my mother’s knee
She used to tell me stories
We didn’t watch TV

She had a box of buttons
She took down from the shelves
And for hours upon hours
We would entertain ourselves

The buttons held many memories
For mother and for me
They captured special moments
In our family history

A military button from my granddad
For he was very brave
He fought for king and country
It said so on his grave

A tiny pearl from grandma
I really must confess
This was my very favourite
It was from her wedding dress

A shiny silver button
From the blazer dad once wore
When he went to watch the cricket
Hoping that his team would score

A little yellow button
With a flower on from me
From my tiny little jacket
That mum called a matinee

A woggle from the cub scouts
Was amongst the fine array
My brothers went there once or twice
But didn’t want to stay

Those buttons taught me colours
And taught me how to count
They taught me shapes and sizes
Of that there is no doubt

Now I’ve got a box of buttons
I take down from my shelves
And tell stories to my grandchildren
We do enjoy ourselves

©Marian Barker

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Of Skype and the like

2013-05-13T19:22:53+02:00

VOIP

Images transmitted via space
Seeing each other face to face
The wonders of technology
Clearly bringing you to me

Airwaves in a vast, vast sky
Bringing distant souls together
Voices borne upon the breeze
True friendship forged forever

©Marian Barker

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Inspired by Indigo Blue

2013-05-11T18:49:27+02:00

After reading this post

Moon Gate

Let me step through your portal
Into a magical world
Filled with beautiful flowers
Their petals unfurled
Myriads of perfumes and colours
Are waiting right there
Pleasing my senses
And filling the air
Crystal fountains are dancing
In time to the breeze
And a rainbow awaits me
Behind golden trees
I step through the Moon Gate
I gasp at the sight
Of all that awaits me
It’s such a delight

©Marian Barker

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Chav and Dave II

2013-04-27T09:14:38+02:00

Happy Days

Chav and Dave got married a couple of years ago
When they eloped to Greta their parents didn’t know
Their friends were sworn to secrecy and promised not to tell
About the nuptials of the couple said by some to ‘come from hell’
Folks said it wouldn’t last beyond a week or two
But they’ve had to eat their words like gossips often do
They’ve made the perfect couple in every single way
And Dave still says he loves Chav each and every day
They’ve put a home together from things they have been given
And Dave has got a job now and earns a decent living
They’re going to have a baby before the year is out
And they are very happy of that there is no doubt
A marriage made in heaven and not the other place
Will make a happy family – just you watch this space!

©Marian Barker

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Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary

2013-04-26T17:10:37+02:00

Who said this wouldn't last?

The Wedding of the Year

Chav and Dave decided that a wedding was in order
So they upped and went to Gretna, just across the border
Wearing matching trackies they really caused a storm
Sporting fluffy earmuffs whilst trying to keep them warm
Chav carried a bunch of daisies tied up with a piece of string
Dave had brought a brass washer to be her wedding ring
They each promised to be faithful and ‘til death us do part’
Then they had each other’s name tattooed inside a big red heart
They ate a bag of fish and chips and wandered down the street
Then washed it down with Guinness as an extra special treat
That night they slept beneath the stars so very much in love
The sky was smiling down at them as was the moon above
A marriage made in heaven and sealed with a loving kiss
Dave said to his darling Chav “You’ve made my life such bliss”

©Marian Barker

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Deadly Serious

2013-01-07T23:20:20+01:00

GillyK's recent post reminded me of something I wrote a while ago. With apologies to those of you who've already read it.

A Tisket a Tasket

I don’t want a wicker casket
‘cos wicker caskets creak
Instead I’ll have a cardboard one
I can decorate each week
And when it’s fully covered
With pretty things and such
I can add one or two photos
To give it a personal touch
Then when the work is finished
I can use it for a while
To keep my things tidy
In an interesting style
I’ll put it in the corner
Next to my winter logs
Where it can safely stay
Until I pop my clogs

©Marian Barker

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Special Moments

2013-01-02T20:41:12+01:00

Today is my granddaughter's 11th birthday and the very first time we've been apart on her special day. This is a little something I wrote in 2010.

Aimée

She said don’t be lonely
She said don’t be sad
She said that I was
The best grandma she had

We talked and we talked
As we walked in the sun
The day was so special
We laughed and had fun

She said that she loved me
That all would be well
Then fell asleep in my arms
And a lone teardrop fell

©Marian Barker

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I'm having a ball!!!!!

2012-12-24T21:04:22+01:00

Here's a blast from my past!!!

Cinderella Syndrome

It’s the night before Christmas
And I’ve nothing to wear
My nails are all chipped
And there’s grey in my hair

My friends are out dancing
Wearing tinsel and holly
They’ve been on the booze
And they’re happy and jolly

I’m sat by the fire
Just like poor Cinderella
And wonder if Santa
Will bring me a fella

I’ve kissed a few frogs
I’ve met one or two swine
Where’s that Prince amongst men
That I can call mine?

Perhaps in the morning
Now this sounds quite shocking
I’ll awake and I’ll find
A nice man in my stocking

This is written in fun
I’m not lonely and sad
For this year of my life
Hasn’t really been bad

I’ve got family and friends
And I have my health too
Now pass me that broom
I have housework to do!

©Marian Barker

A very merry Christmas to all my blogfriends

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Shades of yesteryear .........

2012-12-15T11:07:36+01:00

As life takes on a rosy hue this becomes a distant memory!

The Winter Blues

The cold grey morning dawns
A heavy frost is on the ground
I’m here alone once more
Wishing that he was around

The wind howls and I shiver
A chill runs down my spine
I sit here alone and wonder
If one day he will be mine

I light a fire to give me warmth
But nothing can compare
As having someone by my side
And having dreams to share

It’s Christmas time and everywhere
There are people having fun
But now the winter blues hit hard
As I sit here on my own

But spring is round the corner
And sooner that I think
Blossom will be everywhere
And turn my winter blues to pink

©Marian Barker

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Missed Caller

2012-12-11T11:06:07+01:00

Footprints in the Snow

Snow has softly fallen on the ice cold floor
I didn’t see or hear him tiptoe to my door
I didn’t hear him tapping at the window pane
I hope he comes a calling tomorrow in the lane

I’m sorry that I missed him and his cheery voice
He couldn’t stay for long he didn’t have the choice
For it was freezing cold out there in the winter chill
As the wind made little snow drifts on my window sill

Perhaps he’ll call this afternoon and stay a while for tea
I’ll leave some tasty titbits right there where he can see
Just beside the footprints I found outside my door
Where my lovely little robin called a while before

©Marian Barker

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For a Sunday Morning

2012-12-09T11:20:59+01:00

Another old favourite

Creature Comforts

He wanted me to stay in bed
He wanted company
He wanted another cuddle
With his body next to me

He wanted me to stay in bed
He started to look sad
I guess another hour in bed
Wouldn’t really be so bad

He looked at me with sparkling eyes
He held my gaze so steady
How could I say I had to go
And leave my darling teddy

©Marian Barker

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Winter Warmer

2012-12-08T11:17:25+01:00

Burning Desire

I haven’t had one for ages
It’s the first I’ve had this year
I thought I’d better have one
Now that winter’s here

I hoped I could remember
Just how it should be done
It all came flooding back to me
As soon as I’d begun

I nearly had forgotten
How good it used to be
Despite the mess and bother
It was wonderful for me

This morning was fantastic
I got my heart’s desire
And warmed my body up
Beside a roaring fire

©Marian Barker

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On another cold and frosty morning.......

2012-12-06T10:09:15+01:00

The Artist

He works through the night
Etching delicate designs
Which fill all my panes
With elegant lines
Trees and fronds
Clearly traced on the glass
A sight to behold
A true master class
Then when that is done
He gathers the dust
And sprinkles the hedge
With one icy gust
Then just for effect
He hangs baubles of ice
On the spiders webs
To make them look nice
And the very last thing
Before it is dawn
He lays down his cloak
Upon my green lawn
And when I awake
Though there isn’t a sound
I know Jack the artist
Has just been around

©Marian Barker

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Let's turn up the heat a little!

2012-12-02T16:23:08+01:00

Love in a Cold Climate

Frosted windows etched like lace
Icy curtains frame this place
Icicles like frozen fingers
Breath that on the cool air lingers

Burning logs that scent the air
Big old couch for us to share
Blanket big enough for two
It’s cosy being here with you

Hold me close and hold me tight
In the flickering candlelight
Take my hand and lead me there
Through the door and up the stair

When our naked bodies meet
All we need is body heat
We fit together like hand in glove
Our limbs entwine as we make love

And still outside the cold winds blow
Whilst here we feel the afterglow
And our two bodies are as one
As winters’ freeze goes on and on

©Marian Barker

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Festive Fun

2012-12-01T13:03:26+01:00

Here's an old favourite

Grandma is a Rapper

My grandma’s very groovy
She likes to keep in touch
With all the latest pop songs
I love her very much

She plays the latest music
When we’re travelling around
And she doesn’t seem to bother
When I increase the sound

Perhaps that’s ‘cos she’s older
And slowly getting deaf
The other day it was so loud
It scared us all to death

My grandma is a rapper
She told us that today
Whilst buying wrapping paper
In time for Christmas day

©Marian Barker

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To true friendship

2012-11-27T10:57:08+01:00

A Constant Companion

No drama, no fuss, honest and true
A friend who means the world to you
No airs or graces, constant and calm
Nothing they do would do you harm
Caring and sharing, loving and kind
Always living with you in their mind
A constant companion loyal to the end
Someone special, a dear lovely friend

©Marian Barker

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Lest We Forget

2012-11-11T20:00:08+01:00

Remembering

Fragile tissues wet with tears
Remembering loved ones we have known
Petals falling to the ground
Back to earth from seeds once sown

Fragile earth wet with blood
Shed by loved ones been and gone
Never forgotten year on year
From each daybreak to setting sun

Fragile feelings hurt and pain
Father, brother, son and friend
Went to war in hope one day
That battling would somehow end

Poppies growing in foreign soil
Reminds us of all those soldiers brave
Who went to war but came not back
But lay forever in some distant grave

©Marian Barker

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As a new day dawns

2012-11-01T10:39:31+01:00

Silver Dawn

The dawn appears before my eye
And mist reveals a platinum sky
The light diffuses from the sun
A brand new day has just begun
The hills and vales are hid by clouds
Which gently lift like silken shrouds
Red skies of summer soon replaced
But Mother Nature is not disgraced
She simply wears her latest gown
As summer green turns into brown
Just different shades but not forlorn
This autumn morn is a silver dawn

©Marian Barker

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For All Hallows' Eve

2012-10-31T17:42:23+01:00

Autumn Moon

Quicksilver moon way up high
One bright planet standing by
In the coolest midnight blue sky

Brilliant beams like lasers glow
Shadowy trees stand in a row
Silent sentinels grow and grow

From a distance I can clearly see
Moon craters by a silver sea
The autumn moon looks good to me

And as I stand a while to gaze
It slowly slips into the haze
And moves towards another phase

©Marian Barker

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Think before you speak

2012-10-21T08:25:41+02:00

Thoughts on Thoughts

Thoughts are words unspoken
Gentle voices in my head
Taking time to articulate
Things that should be said

Thoughts are quiet reflections
Of ideas good and bad
And memories and muses
Some happy and some sad

Thoughts fill silent moments
Thoughts sometimes disappear
Thoughts often do remind me
Of those I love so dear

Thoughts are there to comfort
Thoughts provoke and tease
Thoughts can make me angry
Or can put me at my ease

All the things I’m thinking
Are safe within my head
Until it’s time to let them go
And speak my thoughts instead

©Marian Barker

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Terms of Endearment......

2012-10-08T09:33:39+02:00

A Slip of the Tongue

I heard him say “Darling”
I ask what he’d said
He smiled and said “Nothing”
With a shake of his head
I know that he’d said it
There was never a doubt
With a slip of the tongue
The word ‘Darling’ came out

©Marian Barker

Footnote: It's certainly a change from being called "That old bird from France"! I wouldn't mind but he's even older than me!!!!

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His words versified ......

2012-10-07T09:00:00+02:00

Feeling Good

We’re going to make it
Of that I am sure
Just you and me
Who could ask for more?
The past is behind us
The future’s in sight
We’re going to make it
Everything is just right

We’re going to make it
Of that I am sure
We’ve both been here
Once or twice before
The feeling is good
We’re both so at ease
We’ve nothing to lose
We can do as we please

©Marian Barker

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Havin' a larf - not 'arf!

2012-10-06T08:47:58+02:00

The Life of Brian!

I’ve been living the life of Brian
On the sunny Algarve coast
I certainly know how to do it
But I really shouldn’t boast
I’ve seen so many places
You all would be aghast
Leroy Merlin, Aldi, Lidl
Ten days just went by fast
I met the lovely Brian
On t’internet you know
He couldn’t wait to show me
The size of his new gazebo
He took me in the garden
And offered me a screw
I blushed and then I realised
Just what I had to do
A labour of love he called it
As he handed me his tool
Then his trusty spirit level
And his big retractable rule
He showed me a huge length
Of timber – keep it clean
It was the very biggest
That I have ever seen
I’m living the life of Brian
The adventure’s just begun
I’m living life with Brian
And we’re both having fun

©Marian Barker

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Shame on me .......

2012-10-04T18:49:13+02:00

I confess to not knowing that today is National Poetry Day I've delved into my archives and hope that you enjoy my offering!

Poetry Emotion

I’m feeling a little bit sad
I’m feeling a little bit glum
I’ve just read one of Marian’s poems
So pass us the tissues mum

I’m feeling a little bit lonely
I’m feeling a little bit blue
I’ve read another of Marian’s poems
Which made me go boo-hoo

I’m feeling a little bit jolly
I’ve laughed till I’ve got a sore tum
I’ve just read another stupid poem
So pass us the tissues mum

I’m feeling much better all ready
That last poem cheered me up
Perhaps I should try just one more
As I sit with me tea in me cup

I knew I shouldn’t have done it
I wish she wasn’t my chum
I’ve just gone and read another
So pass us the tissues mum

©Marian Barker

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A belated happy birthday to Bushka

2012-09-28T21:55:47+02:00

I've been busy travelling back today but couldn't miss your special day Elliott x~

Remember this one???

The Elder

My muse has once again been nudged
“Judge not, that ye be not judged”
Great advice that’s stood through time
Opens up this brand new rhyme

Wise offerings and all the rest
To be considered or to contest
Simply giving a point of view
Never telling you what to do

The elder does respect command
Something he will not demand
Sound counsel he will freely give
But never say how you must live

Elders are never born this sage
Wisdom often comes with age
Lessons learned through pain or strife
Experience gained by living life

The elder’s role is not to preach
But gently lead and then to teach
Sharing knowledge, stirring thought
Because the elder knows he ought

A word of caution that is all
A little guidance lest you fall
A sympathetic ear there for you
Or just an opinion will often do

©Marian Barker

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Not just any old pebble .......

2012-09-26T10:48:03+02:00

This morning I read this poem by Keggy and I was prompted to re-post an old favourite of mine.

Love Tokens

Some things in life are precious
And you simply cannot buy
A word, a deed, a feeling
A glance from a lover’s eye

Some words cannot be spoken
Some words cannot be said
They simply stay forever
Locked deep inside your head

My love gave me a token
It didn’t need a speech
In my hand he placed a treasure
A pebble from the beach

That simple gift said volumes
Though not a word was spoken
You see that little pebble
It was a true love token

©Marian Barker

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It's a small world

2012-09-16T07:14:08+02:00

VOIP

Images transmitted via space
Seeing each other face to face
The wonders of technology
Clearly bringing you to me

Airwaves in a vast, vast sky
Bringing distant souls together
Voices borne upon the breeze
True friendship forged forever

©Marian Barker

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Written in the early hours .....

2012-09-14T09:02:41+02:00

Carpe Diem

Carpe diem – seize the day
“Face your fear and do it anyway”
The universe speaks loud and clear
There’s nothing there for you to fear

Carpe diem – seize the day
It’s only once you’ll pass this way
Opportunity won’t knock again
So go for it ~ the answer’s plain

Carpe diem – seize the day
You’ve naught to lose come what may
Face your fears and doubts, it’s true
And new worlds will open up to you

©Marian Barker

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Seasonal Scribble

2012-09-10T09:40:00+02:00

Indian Summer

Barefoot in the dewy grass
Watching butterflies go past
Swirling, twirling laughing loud
In the sky there's not a cloud
Singing, ringing distant bells
Such a story each one tells
Chiming, rhyming poetry
Indian summers mean to me

Barefoot on the sandy beach
The water's edge within reach
Lapping, clapping with the beat
Snow white surf caress my feet
Splashing, flashing crystal drops
Reflecting light that never stops
Shimmer, glimmer in the sun
Indian summer's just begun

Barefoot on the city street
Moving with a step so fleet
Hopping, stopping for a while
Looking round, wearing a smile
Hustle, bustle everywhere
Haven't got a single care
Glowing, showing off my pleasure
Indian summers I really treasure

©Marian Barker

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From a different angle!!!!

2012-09-07T09:19:15+02:00

The Calmer Suitor

He didn’t try to hold my hand
Whilst walking through the park
Or try a sneaky little kiss
When it was getting dark
He didn’t chase me round the room
Or try to cuddle me
He didn’t attempt to hold me tight
Nor sit me on his knee
I don’t know why he asked me out
To spend some time together
I didn’t think we’d use the night
Just talking about the weather
He spoke of isobars and such
I’d seen upon my computer
But romance wasn’t on the mind
Of this my calmer suitor
He didn’t have one ounce of passion
And thought that love was out of fashion

©Marian Barker

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