Poetry

Harry Wheeler is a bit of a cad,

He took my poem and made me glad

Together we squoshed the spot on our chin

..I should have a picture, yes, I'll post it in.

Runnin a website – Easy en it? (a question often asked!)
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Runnin a website, it ent that ‘ard,
cuz i get to do it from me own backyard,
no getting up early for work anymore,
or eatin me toast as i dash through the door,
cuz the only journey i av to do,
is from the bedroom to the office (via the loo)

No, runnin a website don’t even take brains,
just ten nimble fingers and some blood in ya veins,
warmin ya bum all day on a big comfy chair,
whilst sunning ya’self in the monitors glare.

No, runnin a website, ow ‘ard can it be?
approving some pictures for the ole world to see,
checkin the forum, where the visitors chat,
about little green men and poor ol Merlin the cat.

No, runnin a website, ow 'ard can it be?
Well the truth is quite different – now hear this from me!

The truth! -

When u get up in the morning, there is NO escape,
work is upon ya from first thing til late,
you can’t leave work at the end of the day,
cuz you’re already there! there’s no getting away!

Approving endless pictures one after t’other,
‘where do they all come from!!’ I shouts runnin for cover!
Then there’s the forum to look after  – av u sin what that lot say?
Ow can you control em! There’s no flippin way!
Potty is a word reserved for the few, but on PoE they’re abundant – i tell ya its true!

Comfy in a big chair?! Ha!  Haemorrhoids is the word!
Never ad em before, not even after a difficult ‘richard the third’
but sat in this chair, they just won’t go away,
i guess i got em for good now until me last day!

Don’t need brains for a website to run?
well unless you got money you’ll soon come undone!
for there’s this code and that code all makin none sense,
that when looked at for too long can make you feel dense!
and database, and graphics, that sometimes go wrong,
then thousands of visitors all makin dance an a song!

No, runnin a website is not ard at all!
Not if you got brains an money and a big pillow on you’re stool!
And 1 out of them 3 is all that i got,
an its oblong and fluffy, an i sleeps on it a lot!

So if now you feels sorry for me knowin the truth,
forget about that denzil doin the dirty on ruth,
for without poe and what he as to endure,
you load a mad’ens would av nought to do – thats for sure!,
and this ere website, it don’t come cheap!
so put you’re hand in you’re pocket (and dig it in deep!)
for although the hosting costs are really quite high,
its the cream for me rear that i needs to buy!!

The End
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The empty chair.

What could I say

when my father passed away

that would make my mum feel better

trying hard not to upset her

any more than she already was?

Such a proud and loyal man

I am still his biggest fan,

he was my hero all those years,

now I wipe away the tears

and the world isn't quite the place it was.

He was stubborn, firm, but fair

all he ever did was care

about his family and wife

the whole meaning of his life,

I'm so proud I am the son of such a man.

He met my mum, then went to war

like so many men before,

watched his comrades fall and die

under the desert sky,

but he made it and came home, thank God for that.

Now he's gone, he's gone for ever,

but I promise I will never

live a day when I'll forget dad

or the memories that I've had

through the years we spent together, man and son.

No regrets, they count for nothing

in a world that's made for loving,

''chin up son'' I think I hear

from my fathers' lips somewhere,

I just know he's watching out for me still now.

Four years on it hurts like hell

that he died an empty shell,

didn't know us in the end,

Alzheimers is not possible to mend,

but his dignity will live for evermore.

Now the house, with just my mum

offers me a little crumb

of comfort, now and then

on my visits or just when

I remember growing up there years ago.

And that man, he was my dad,

the father of this lad

who is writing broken hearted

'bout Bert Edwards, now departed,

but to me still sitting in his empty chair.

Chris & Sarah:  Priceless!!  My check is in the mail.  Thanks for all you do.

Andy - beautiful!  My dad passed in 2000.  Poems are a good way to deal with grief.

Thanks for sharing everybody - and most especially thanks to you, Harry, for starting the lovely thread.