Where did my life go whilst I was sleeping
I've often wondered, now I'm peeping
Just a little eyebrow twitch
To see if I can catch the switch
That happens when I fall asleep
But trying hard I can not keep
Awake enough untl the dawn
so I can see where I go when I'm gone
Hmmmm - it is the same place the fridge light goes to when the door is closed, silly!
Oh yeh cleverclogs and where is that exacly then ? Huh ?
Well you're so clever, where huh where, I'm waiting-foot tapping--gggggrrrrrrrr
Hee hee - 'tis where the rainbow ends, silly!
just over the horizon, people live in monochrome; occasionally a child climbs up to the edge to sip at moonbows...
monochrooooooooome - gives me those nice clean colours.....
Colors orft today deary, but we have got sepia as well as black and white
hmmm. looking out the window. the usual wet-green-and-gray-drizzle palette...
Mix in a little measure of Raibow Compound, that should brighton it up
moonbows, Patio...sipping at moonbows. Love that!
Whenever the moonbows, a child goes
To catch a beam of silver.
A beam of silver huh. I thought silver came in rings and necklaces and earthings. Where have I been all my life. Not in Silver City obviously
The silver headed gentleman found his way slowly back to his home, where his faithful doggie companions were waiting for him. They lept up on hearing his footsteps approach the house. No sooner was he inside the door than they were bouncing all over him, tails wagging and they faught each other to see who could lick him the most. The man calmed them down, this venerable man, giving them a tidbit each and walking round to the back of the house he turned his radio on to listen to The Archers, something he had done for the last 30 years man and boy.
As he settled into the program he noticed out of the corner of his eye a flash, he thought he was seeing things so paid it no mind and his focus returned to the radio, there it was again, he turned and just caught a glimpse of a small flying creature, it was silver with gossamer wings and a pixie like face. Just then a voice came out of the radio that definitely was not " The Archers" or any other program :-
" In dreams I've seen a Golden Wood
That holds the Riddles of the World
And I've trod upon a Hidden Path
To which shadowed strangers often have
Lead me to its Gate.
Strange sights I saw while all alone
Like candle light encased in stone
And heard I laughs and music low
Which lead me to where I did not know
For I had wandered off the Path.
Then an unknown voice did Call to me
From the bowers of the shaded Trees
A stranger's voice, yet one I knew
And I ran through the grass and sleepy dew
Just to find that Voice. "
The old man thought to himself " I know that voice " ..............
A mighty tale sire. That would serve not to confuse even a country yokel or a town cryer come to that. But a parson torn by vintage port and a bowl of sailors baccy is weak to much of life's desires.
Parsons are apt to tear, and should be handled with great care and respect -- not out of deserving it, but out of needing it for their very well-being.
Same goes for many persons who are not parsons...
And we know what can happen within the walls of a parson's nose, if we don't take care
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breast peep
Of doves in silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
That love should lose it;'s way one day
And find it wandering cross the void
It never knew where it had been
But wandered hopefully in search
Of love and beauty, warmth and heart
North or south, east or west
Onward in it's forward quest
Then it came into the blue
And found the heart that remained true
(for anybody as confused about this reference as i am...)
Quote:pope's nose Also known as a parson's nose, this is the stubby tail protuberance of a dressed fowl. It seems to have originated as a derogatory term meant to demean Catholics in England during the late 17th century.
(sorry, i haven't got a poem...)
