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the man with the LATHE

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...Something Different...?

2009-06-25T20:55:00.001+01:00

Wooden Shark Tooth Pendant

£4.99 (NO P+P)

... FANCY SOMETHING A BIT DIFFERENT...?

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...Recycled Glass Bud Vase...

2009-06-24T20:34:00.001+01:00

large recycled glass bud vase

on cherry wood plinth

£12.99 ~ no postal charge for uk buyers

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...Unique Cloche Style Hat...

2009-06-23T21:17:00.002+01:00

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...Soon Be Chilly...

PRETTY Cloche Style Hat

hand-knitted with love :)

£5.99 - no postage

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...Holding My Heart...

2009-06-22T20:03:00.003+01:00

...WOW! So Cute...

see it-like it-buy it

£3.99 (uk freepost)

recycled OAK quirky keyring

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...Kiwi On Log...

2009-06-21T21:24:00.002+01:00

--So Cute -- So Different--

£7.99 (freepost!)

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...Pretty Tealights...

2009-06-20T15:52:00.001+01:00

FLOWER SHAPED TEALIGHTS

£9.99 - no postal charge

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...Love Your Heart...

2009-06-19T20:57:00.002+01:00

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Cute Heart Keyrings

made from old OAK

£3.99

(NO UK postage costs)

...Do Yo Love Cats...?

2009-06-18T18:13:00.002+01:00

...Do You Love Cats...??

cat blackboard - £6.49

FREE postage for UK buyers

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...Recycled Oak Dice...

2009-06-17T18:08:00.002+01:00

Handy Gift for Dad

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... Solid RecycLed OaK dIcE...

£4.50ea. (NO P+P)

...Horse Bag Charm...

2009-06-16T20:31:00.002+01:00

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DO YOU LOVE HORSES?

SoO DiFFeReNt - horse head bag charms

£3.99 (freepost)

...Shell Huts...

2009-06-15T20:45:00.002+01:00

MINI 'shell' Beach Huts

VeRy CuTe

£5.49 (NO P+P)

...Like It - Buy It...

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...Beech Disc Pendant...

2009-06-14T18:42:00.002+01:00

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Beech 'hole' disc pendant

£4.99 (NO P+P)
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...Piggy Blackboard...

2009-06-13T20:21:00.002+01:00

PiGGy BlAcKbOaRd

c/w chalk

£7.99 (NO UK P+P)

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...Key Of The Door Keyring...

2009-06-12T17:56:00.004+01:00

'Key Of The Door' KEYRING

...great gift idea for 18th or 21st birthday...

ONLY £1.99 (NO UK postal charge)

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...Old Sterling Coin Key Fobs...

2009-06-11T19:09:00.002+01:00

CUTE & DIFFERENT

Old Sterling Coin OAK Key Fob

£3.99 (NO UK P+P)

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...Fossil Photo Clip...

2009-06-10T20:18:00.003+01:00

cHuNkY & fUnKy

fossil photo clip

£5.50 (NO UK P+P)

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Like It - Please Buy It

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...BIG Key Fobs...

2009-06-09T20:46:00.001+01:00

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oVeRsIzEd OAK key fobs

(ANYTHING can be written on them!)

£3.99 with NO P+P charges

...Recycled Glass Bottles...

2009-06-08T20:23:00.002+01:00

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recycled glass bottles on wooden plinth

HaNd-CrAfTeD

£6.99

free uk p+p

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...Neigh, I Love My Home...

2009-06-06T19:22:00.003+01:00

"neigh, I love my new home"

stable wall plaque ~ ANY name can be added

£7.99 (uk freepost)

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...Teddy Needs New Home...

2009-06-05T20:51:00.002+01:00

...TeDDiEs NeeD GooD HoMe...

hangers hand-crafted

£3.99 (NO UK postage)

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...Cute Phone/MP3 Covers...

2009-06-04T17:10:00.003+01:00

++SoO cUtE++

hand-knitted phone/MP3 covers

£2.99 (NO P+P)

ONLY available from

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...Recycled Beech Garden Dibber...

2009-06-03T17:34:00.003+01:00

...Spring Is Here...

14" recycled beech garden dibber
with 10m natural string

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£7.99 (NO UK post costs)

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...Friendship Beads...

2009-06-02T17:13:00.002+01:00

++FRIENDSHIP WOODEN BEADED BRACELETS++

...nEEd a FrIeNd...NeeD a BrAcElEt...

£1.99 (NO P+P)

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...Teardrop Keyring...

2009-06-01T19:47:00.002+01:00

ToTaLLy UnIqUe

recycled yew teardrop keyring

£3.99 (NO UK P+P)

...Love It...Need It...Buy It...

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...Animal Keyrings & Hangers...

2009-05-31T16:04:00.003+01:00

GoRgEoUs AnImAl KeYrInG & HaNgErs

£3.99 ea.

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...Love All Things White...

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...Quirky Heart Pendant...

2009-05-30T15:28:00.002+01:00

GoRgEoUs QuIrKy Heart Pendant

made from hand-polished YEW

£5.99 (NO UK P+P)

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...Nuts About Nuts...

2009-05-29T20:27:00.003+01:00

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...Nuts About Nuts...

Love Nuts - Love This

totally unique hand-crafted Real Almond Pendant

£4.99 (NO UK postage costs)

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...Pine Bevel Heart Necklace...

2008-11-18T20:00:00.010Z

++IDEAL GIFT IDEA++

**PINE BEVEL HEART NECKLACE**

only £2.99

(post free for UK)

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...an **UNIQUE HAND~CRAFTED PINE BEVEL HEART NECKLACE** (0001) ~ natural finish (other finishes available) ~ hangs from a 22" DARK BROWN leather thong...

...HEART measures: w: 2.5" x h: 2"...fastens with lobster clasp...

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...Jenny Joseph...

2008-07-07T16:41:00.001+01:00

The sun has burst the sky by Jenny Joseph

The sun has burst the sky

Because I love you

And the river its banks.

The sea laps the great rocks

Because I love you

And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away

And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.

The blackbird fills the air

Because I love you

With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.

The people walk in the street and laugh

I love you

And far down the river ships sound their hooters

Crazy with joy because I love you.

ME ;0)

...Paul Klee...

2008-06-28T16:52:00.002+01:00

Burg und Sonne, 1928 - Paul Klee

Paul Klee (1879-1940) was a Swiss painter of German nationality.

...Wendy Cope...

2008-06-27T20:14:00.002+01:00

Giving Up Smoking by Wendy Cope

There's not a Shakespeare sonnet

Or a Beethoven quartet

That's easier to like than you

Or harder to forget.

You think that sounds extravagant?

I haven't finished yet --

I like you more than I would like

To have a cigarette.

ME ;0)

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...Robert Hayden...

2008-06-26T13:15:00.004+01:00

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Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blue black cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

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I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

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Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

ME ;0)

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...Frances Cornford...

2008-06-25T13:08:00.003+01:00

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To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train by Frances Cornford

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

Missing so much and so much?

O fat white woman whom nobody loves,

Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

When the grass is soft as the breast of doves

And shivering sweet to the touch?

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

Missing so much and so much?

ME ;0)

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...William Carlos Williams...

2008-06-24T12:08:00.002+01:00

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

ME ;0)

...Vikham Seth...

2008-06-23T18:39:00.002+01:00

All You Who Sleep Tonight by Vikham Seth

All you who sleep tonight

Far from the ones you love,

No hand to left or right,

And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone.

The whole world shares your tears,

Some for two nights or one,

And some for all their years.

ME ;0)

...Leo Marks...

2008-06-22T20:51:00.002+01:00

The Life That I have by Leo Marks

The life that I have

is all that I have,

And the life that I have

is yours.

The love that I have

Of the life that I have

is yours, and yours, and yours.

A sleep I shall have

A rest I shall have

Yet death will be

but a pause.

For the peace of the years

in the long green grass,

Will be yours, and yours, and yours

ME ;0)

...Iris Clyde...

2008-06-21T09:17:00.003+01:00

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Passion by Iris Clyde

I am distant from my passion

vivid only in my dreams

when in sleep we sometimes kiss

and in bliss roll naked

but awake I fear I shiver

numbed by chilly encounters

I need the heat of your breath on me

your lips greedily on my skin

to restore life to a body fading fast

your eyes scan dormant desire

and a flame flickers as I walk by you

whisper my name and a torch ignites

ME ;0)

...Anon...

2008-06-20T20:07:00.002+01:00

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There is moments in life by Anon

There is moments in life
When you miss someone so much
That you just want to pick them from your dreams
And hug them for real!

When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
But often times we look so long at the closed door
That we don't see the one,
Which has been opened for us.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
Because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go; be what you want to be,
Because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human and
Enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past;
You can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying
And everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling
And everyone around you is crying.

ME ;0)

...Janet Humphrey...

2008-06-19T16:17:00.004+01:00

Keith The Kangaroo by Janet Humphrey

Keith was a kangaroo

who was a hundred and three

Now that's an awfully old kangaroo

to you and me

But Keith didn't feel that old

he thought of himself as a roo

Someone who was in his prime

around the age of sexty-two.

His friend told him 'You're no spring chicken

be cardeful what you do.

For if you try to jump too high

Who knows what could happen to you'

Well, Keith took no notice

and said. 'Just you wait and see.

I'll show you just how high I can jump

Before mum calls me in for tea'

ME ;0)

...Anon...

2008-06-18T13:01:00.002+01:00

Dear Father by Anon

You may have thought I didn't see,

or that I hadn't heard,

Life lessons that you taught to me,

but I got every word.

Perhaps you thought I missed it all,

and that we'd grow apart,

But Dad, I picked up everything,

it's written on my heart.

Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be

the woman I am today;

you built a strong foundation

No one can take away.

I've grown up with your values,

And I'm very glad I did;

So here's to you, dear father,

From your forever grateful kid.

ME ;0)

...Peter Kelly...

2008-06-17T19:03:00.003+01:00

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You Are My Heart by Peter Kelly

I will wait

for the mists

to clear

so I may at last

feel you near

I will stand

by the sea

watch the tide

so you will know

I cannot hide

I will look

on every star

see you there

in the moonlight

in the air

I will search

every path

keeping us apart

You are my heart

ME :0)

...Sex In The Sunshine - part six...

2008-06-16T13:31:00.002+01:00

…he didn’t mind how long it took her to feel at ease because he loved making love to her…

--six--
Anna suddenly felt frivolous and high-spirited. She didn’t know whether it was the heat from the penetrating sunshine or the passion from their combined bodies but she gazed deep into Charlie’s dark eyes and unexpectedly felt an intense rush of wanting for him.

She smiled at him and buried her face into his uncovered chest. Whilst kissing and nibbling his damp hair she let her hand fall to his masculine protrusion. She brushed her silky lips and then her moist tongue over his nipples while at the same time manoeuvred her lower body over him. He held her firmly and thrust his hips towards her.

‘Don’t move’ she whispered playfully into his ear. ‘I don’t want you to move, I’ll stop if you move your hips’.

His reaction to move was uncontrollable, he just couldn’t halt his hips and they continued to thrust towards her.

‘That’s it then’. She stated somewhat sternly. ‘I told you I’ll stop and I will, if you move again’.

It took all of his focus to obey her command. His eyes remained closed and his breathing was becoming shallow. His lips felt dehydrated with the anticipation of what she would do next and with an arid tongue he tried to wet them.

He was surprised at her taking control like this, it had never happened before but he liked it. He liked it so much that he didn’t know how much longer he could wait.

How long he could restrain the urge to unburden himself?

© janet

...Sex In The Sunshine - part five...

2008-06-15T10:06:00.002+01:00

…. she curved her back ever so slightly towards him so as to feel the heat of his body through the thinness of his summer shorts…

-- five --
Charlie gently touched her face and caressed her chin and neck. He moved his large bronzed arm underneath the arch in her back, pulling her closer towards him. “God, you’re so beautiful”? He panted while smothering her with his feverish kisses.

She liked him saying things like that, even though she knew it wasn’t entirely true. Her nose was slightly too wide and her eyes were a little undersized, but she did have a great pair of legs and her tummy was well toned. She knew this was because of the daily run that she undertook each morning before going to the office and her weekend trips to the gym.

He continually encouraged her to move to the next stage, while talking dirty to her in a soft voice and skilfully running his hands all over her body. His fingertips lightly danced across her and every now and they teasingly ventured lower and lower.

She arched herself more towards him and the voice inside her head screamed. ‘Touch me, touch me now’. She wanted to, she always wanted to but the heat from the sun was stifling and the apprehension of getting caught held her back significantly.

Charlie knew this and reassured her by his continued whispers of encouragement. He knew she was nearly there and he didn’t mind how long it took her to feel at ease because he loved making love to her.

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...Sex In The Sunshine - part four...

2008-06-14T14:26:00.002+01:00

…she knew that he would get what he sought but she did her best to resist him, honestly she did…

-- four --

Anna only had to glance at the tanned features of his face to tell that her cleavage had done the trick. She knew straightaway just by the appearance of his flushed appearance and the way his skin had wrinkled around his dark brooding eyes that Charlie was instantly aroused.

He confidently placed his thirsty mouth on top of hers. He knew that he was an accomplished kisser and she liked that. She liked the way he was ardent and limitless with his kisses, probing into her mouth with his strong, slender tongue and she felt a sense of power knowing just how little effort it took to turn him on.

“I thought you wanted to move to the shade of the tree?”. She gasped, as she took a shallow breathe in-between his penetrating kisses.

He didn’t reply but just continued to caress her in the way that she had become familiar with.

The seething heat from their bodies and the afternoon rays beat down on them equally as they fervently touched each other.

She sank deeper into the picnic rug, the coarseness of the fibres excited her now, whereas before she’s found them to be an annoyance. She curved her back ever so slightly towards him so as to feel the heat of his body through the thinness of his summer shorts.

…to be continued…

...Sex And The Sunshine - part three...

2008-06-13T11:13:00.001+01:00

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…he never took his gaze from her glowing face, while raising his eyes in that intoxicating way of his he mouthed the words. “Come here”…

-- three --
Anna moved teasingly towards him, making him think that she was instantly interested in his proposal. Charlie sat up and moved his hips slightly forward eagerly awaiting the touch of her lips.

Instead of undertaking what he sought, she just shook her head and let her long honey coloured hair loose and with a small giggle lifted her face back towards the fierce sun, at the same time she threw her shoulders back, just far enough for him to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. Anna knew that he would like that and it had the immediate effect that she envisaged it would.

She watched him shift restlessly from behind the safety of her designer tortoiseshell sunglasses and, with a smile pretended to be engrossed in the impressive view of the countryside.

He wasn’t fooled of course as she’d tried this deception before and with a quick but firm hold on her shoulder he pressed her down. Down onto the dryness of the picnic rug and hungrily sort out her mouth.

She knew that he would get what he wanted but she did her best to resist him, honestly she did….

……to be continued……

...Sex In The Sunshine - part two...

2008-06-12T07:49:00.002+01:00

…when the indulgence of eating finger food and sharing the fizzy pop was over, they were looking for something else to do…

-- two --
The air was becoming oppressive under the intense afternoon sun and the roughness of the picnic rug was scratchy against Anna's calf. She pulled her skirt up above her knees so that the soft wind could reach her exposed legs and cool them for a instant.

She inhaled deeply as the balmy breeze gently stroked her face leaving its flush there, and after a moment or two she leant back on her elbows.

Caressing the pleasant smelling grasses beside her, she turned to Charlie and tenderly smiled at him. She showed just a glimpse of her teeth while running her tongue over her parched lips in the sensual way that he liked.

Charlie was lying back on the rug with his left knee crooked, playing with the short body hair that lay under the belt of his khaki shorts. “Boy, it’s hot here, shall we move under the tree?”. He suggested, as he pulled his tee-shirt up over his dark chest hair.

He moved his hand up to his newly exposed torso and lightly started to massage it. It was damp & sweaty from the confinement of the garment.

He never took his gaze from her glowing face, while raising his eyes in that intoxicating way of his, he mouthed the words. “Come here”

…to be continued…

© janet

...Sex In The Sunshine - part one...

2008-06-11T12:00:00.005+01:00

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-- one --
Charlie & Anna took the day off yesterday and had their first picnic together in the sunshine and it was glorious -- the weather was so warm & sultry. They found a secluded spot on a country lane with stunning views across the undulating hills and relaxed on the picnic rug and ate their lunch from a wicker hamper.

They basked in the sun rays for a couple of hours. There were only one or two vehicles passing on the isolated lane so their peace wasn’t disturbed. All they could hear was birdsong and the bleating of sheep that were in the adjoining field – it was bliss, utter bliss --

When the indulgence of eating finger food and sharing the fizzy pop was over and they were looking for something else to do….. they fooled around a little but that’s another story for another day --

...to be continued...

ME ;0)

...John Dryden...

2008-06-10T14:31:00.002+01:00

THOUGHT FOR TODAY
…do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me…?

Happy The Man by John Dryden

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call today his own:

He who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul or rain or shine

The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

ME ;0)

...William Henry Davies...

2008-06-09T09:18:00.002+01:00

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Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

ME ;0)

...Anon...

2008-06-08T19:04:00.003+01:00

Life Still Has A Meaning by Anon

If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.
Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.

So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.

ME ;0)

...Anon...

2008-06-07T14:46:00.000+01:00

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What Colour Is The Rain, Mummy by Anon.

What colour is the rain, mummy?
There is no colour in the rain.
How can you see it then?
When the light shines through it glistens.

What colour is the wind mummy?
There is no colour in the wind.
It shakes the trees and waves the corn.
You cannot see the wind.

What colour is happy mummy?
Happy has no colour its a feeling and a warm glow.
Deep within your heart.
When you are near someone you love.

What colour is love mummy?
Love has no colour my dearest son.
It's what you feel for each other
The love I have for you, touching you.

ME :0)

...Gavin Ewart...

2008-06-06T09:28:00.002+01:00

To Margo by Gavin Ewart

In life's rough-and-tumble

you're the crumble on my apple crumble

and the fairy on my Christmas tree!

In life's death-and-duty

you've the beauty of the Beast's own beauty -

I feel humble as a bumble-bee!

In life's darkening duel

I'm the lighter, you're the lighter fuel-

and the tide that sways my inland sea!

In life's meet-and-muster

you've the lustre of a diamond cluster-

a blockbuster-just a duster, me!

ME ;0)

...Leigh Hunt...

2008-06-05T18:35:00.003+01:00

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Jenny Kissed Me by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,

Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,

Say I'm growing old, but add,

Jenny kiss'd me.

ME ;0)

...Susan Coolidge...

2008-06-04T09:29:00.005+01:00

I now have photos of Project 5 on face book -- if you'd like to see our progress, check it out – www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=1225934715

Every New Morning by Susan Coolidge

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.

ME ;0)

...Thomas Hardy...

2008-06-03T11:24:00.006+01:00

A Thunderstorm In Town by Thomas Hardy

She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom’s dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.

ME ;0)

...Edna St Vincent Millay...

2008-06-02T11:32:00.002+01:00

Sonnet II by Edna St Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,—so with his memory they brim!

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”

And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

ME ;0)

...Aphra Behn...

2008-06-01T11:13:00.003+01:00

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The Willing Mistress by Aphra Behn

Amyntas lead me to a grove,

Where all the trees did shade us;

The sun itself, though it had strove,

It could not have betrayed us.

The place secured from human eyes

No other fear allows

But when the winds that gently rise

Do kiss the yielding boughs.

Down there we sat upon the moss,

And did begin to play

A thousand amorous tricks, to pass

The heat of all the day.

A many kisses did he give

And I returned the same,

Which made me willing to receive

That which I dare not name.

His charming eyes no aid required

To tell their softening tale;

On her that was already fired,

'Twas easy to prevail.

He did but kiss and clasp me round,

Whilst those his thoughts expressed:

And laid me gently on the ground

Ah who can guess the rest?

ME ;0)

...Anon...

2008-05-31T20:22:00.001+01:00

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The Smile by Anon

Smiling is infectious,

You catch it like the flu,

When someone smiled at me today,

I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,

And someone saw my grin,

When he smiled I realized,

I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,

Then realized its worth,

A single smile, just like mine,

Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,

Don't leave it undetected.

Let's start an epidemic quick,

And get the world infected.

ME ;0)

...Robert Burns...

2008-05-30T13:05:00.004+01:00

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O, my love is like a red, red rose,

That is newly sprung in June.

O, my love is like the melody,

That is sweetly played in tune.

As fair are you, my lovely lass,

So deep in love am I,

And I will love you still, my Dear,

Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun!

O I will love you still, my Dear,

While the sands of life shall run.

And fare you well, my only Love,

And fare you well a while!

And I will come again, my Love,

Although it were ten thousand mile!

ME ;0)

...Edna St. Vincent Millay...

2008-05-29T11:41:00.003+01:00

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First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--

It gives a lovely light!

ME ;0)

...Simon Armitage...

2008-05-28T10:29:00.002+01:00

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Poem by Simon Armitage

And if it snowed and snow covered the drive

he took a spade and tossed it to one side.

And always tucked his daughter up at night

And slippered her the one time that she lied.

And every week he tipped up half his wage.

And what he didn't spend each week he saved.

And praised his wife for every meal she made.

And once, for laughing, punched her in the face.

And for his mum he hired a private nurse.

And every Sunday taxied her to church.

And he blubbed when she went from bad to worse.

And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse.

Here's how they rated him when they looked back:

sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that.

ME ;0)

...Christina Rossetti...

2008-05-27T11:48:00.003+01:00

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Remember By Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

ME ;0)

...Christopher Marlowe...

2008-05-26T14:20:00.003+01:00

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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.

ME ;0)

...Wendy Cope...

2008-05-25T12:12:00.003+01:00

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Bloody Men by Wendy Cope

Bloody men are like bloody buses

You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

ME ;0)

...Stevie Smith...

2008-05-24T13:44:00.005+01:00

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Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

ME ;0)

...Edward Lear...

2008-05-23T12:59:00.007+01:00

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THOUGHT FOR TODAY
…keep smiling ~ it makes people wonder what you’re up to…

THE OWL & THE PUSSYCAT by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,

What a beautiful Pussy you are."

Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,

How charmingly sweet you sing.

O let us be married, too long we have tarried;

But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-tree grows,

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"

Said the Piggy, "I will"

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon.

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.

They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

ME ;0)

...Jenny Joseph...

2008-05-22T09:53:00.008+01:00

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Warning by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

ME ;0)

...Anne Bradstreet...

2008-05-21T15:38:00.011+01:00