Blackpool, Lancashire, Un   
Darryl Ashton
Darryl Ashton
23 hours ago

The beauty of the seasons
Come into my mind's eye,
The glory of a summer rose,
A star-studded winter sky,

The first snowdrops of the
cold New Year,
The daffodils of Lent,
Leaves falling in autumnal
woods,
All are blessings Heaven,
sent.

In the depths of cold, dark
winter
When spring seems far
away,
The pictures come unbidden
Of a sun-filled summer day.

We know all things are
translent
And the winter days will
surely bring
Images within the mind
Of the crocus of the
spring.

Then life starts to stir
as the sun wakes them
from their slumber,
The wildlife scamper for
their food and they store
it in their 'snow-made'
jumper.
They greet the sun in
the morning dew for
every day has it's reasons,
Welcome everyone to
the magic; the beauty of
the seasons.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Darryl Ashton
Darryl Ashton
1 day ago

I am just a humble poet
With words I try to write
To say 'I love you, darling',
Each morning, day and
night.

I love the silver of your
hair
Above your eyes so blue,
I love the way you hold
me so
It says: 'I love you too'.

I love to hear your
laughter
To see your smiling face,
To hold you gently in
my arms
In such a sweet embrace.

I love you so my darling
Is what I have to say,
Except to add that I'll
be true
Each and every day.

I will miss you so my
darling
Through the long nights
and the days,
I hope that you will
think of me
When I am far away.

The sun may shine
upon me,
Though it might as
well be rain,
I will hurry home, my
darling
To be in your arms
again.

Your lips so sweet, I
will kiss again
And hold you oh so tight,
And whisper words of
love, my dear,
'Till the early hours of
the night.

Our lonely days are
over
We have each other
now,
To have and hold and
share our love
So I will make a vow.

I vow never to hurt
you,
I will be ever true,
My final words my
darling
'I am in love with
you'.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Darryl Ashton
Darryl Ashton
5 days ago

Its there at the foot of the
mountains
Not dominating the scene
Hidden beneath the mist
and dew
A little speck of green.

It could be trodden
underfoot
And could be ground to
earth
But someone knew its
significance,
Its value and its worth.

Many plants grow round
it
But it stands out from
the rest
With its four distinctive
heart-shaped leaves
It really is the best!  

It's there at its finest
To represent the nation
And there when the
writers and poets
Needed inspiration.

A patriotic emblem
Of freedom and of
beauty,
As a little piece of
Ireland
The shamrock stands
on duty.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

They met outside the Co Op,
She was in awe of the window
display.
He was bound for the chip
shop.
On that memorable evening
in May.

They started courting in June,
And by the following Spring,
He became her future groom,
With a Samuel's engagement
ring.

From Freeman, Hardy and
Willis,
She bought her wedding
shoes,
Her mother's cousin Phyllis,
Provided the wedding booze

The Red Lion did the menu,
A splendid nuptial spread,
The upstairs room was the
venue,
With music from Uncle Fred.

In the landlady's bedroom,
The bride changed for going
away,
Into a smart green costume,
And a hat from C&A.;

They didn't want to linger,
For Knees Up Mother Brown,
Aunt Flo was getting maudlin,
So no need to hang around.

Off they rushed to Cleethorpes,
For a three-night honeymoon,
Excited at the very thought,
Of sharing a double room.

Wow! How time has flown,
They now celebrate their
Golden Wedding.
With six kids to show for
it,
And they all still come round
ever day - constantly begging!!!!


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

'ARF a tick,' we used to
say,
Not knowing what it
meant,
'Just a jif,' was just as
bad,
Time was heaven sent.

When we were young,
time just stood still,
School days would
never end,
Hours and hours of
homework,
Then off to bed we'd
wend.

The clocks went so
much slower then,
An hour seemed like
days,
Of course when
holidays came around,
The time rushed in
a haze.

It seems now we're
in 'later life',
That time flies so
so fast,
Plan the day at
breakfast time,
Then find the day
has passed.

Sometimes we have
an extra day,
It balances up some
things,
Do we see it? No we
don't,
It flies on silvery wings.

Time is such a mystery,
It's why we rush about,
There is no time to
have a chat,
We pass by with a
shout.

I no longer alter all
the clocks,
Twice in every year,
No sooner do you
put them on
Then put-back time
is here.

So, here we are,
the Old Year past,
Another's galloping
on,
And before we even
know it,
This one will be gone.


THE END

I have to stop on my
way home
To get a loaf of bread,
There's nothing else
that cannot wait
Another day instead.

Oh good, that car is
backing out
It's near the entrance,
too,
I shouldn't be much
time at all
Unless there is a queue.

Why do they put the
bakery
So far across the store?
suppose they reckon
on the way
It's tempting to buy
more.

Just look! Those tins
of veg are cheap
And they're the large
size, too,
The kids both love
their beans on toast,
Perhaps I'll grab a few.

And there's an offer
on hand cream -
'Buy one and get one
free,'
A little treat for Mum,
perhaps,
And also nice for me.

My basket is too heavy
now,
A trolley must be found,
But walking past the
fruit I spot
Two melons for a pound.

Arriving at the bakery
That apple pie looks
good,
But it will need some
clotted cream
To make the perfect
pud.

Just as I feared, there
is a queue
At every single bay,
Which means I have
to wait an age
To show my card and
pay.

Hooray, at last, I'm
on the road
Oh NO, I'm off my head!
I've bought this lot, but
quite forgot
To get the wretched
bread.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

My name is Master Baker,
and I own a bakery empire,
Our products do range
widely - making pastry is
our desire.
We make all kinds of
pastries, and cakes as
well as bread,
But all our pastries are
delivered - making fresh,
we all do dread.

We also cater for the
early risers - and we
offer them slices of
toast,
We pride ourselves on
saving money - as we
are the "perfect" host.
You can have what
you want - but only if
you say; "PLEASE!"
You can have tasty
sausages and bacon -
all topped-up by "dried-
up" fresh cheese!

There is only one thing
we ask of you - when
you order your food to
go;
'Please turn off your
mobile phones - or the
staff will NOT serve you
anymore!!!!'
Please do respect our
staff - and always be
polite,
Because they are there
to serve you - and not
to take all your SH*TE!!!!

Some staff are promoted -
to be an assistant manager,
But this is just a title -
a "wage-rise" will cause so
much anger.
"I am an "assistant manager" -
at Sayers the bakers shop.
But I don't get any pay-
rise - now I'll throw a strop!"

Some staff do also crawl -
and lick the "BOSSES"
backsides,
Hoping to get "promotion" -
"two-faces" I do despise!
But, if I want promotion -
and to be a store manager,
I really do need to grovel
and this causes real anger.

But, do please remember,
our aim is just to please,
But hiking up the prices -
we do all this with ease.
The gestapo at "head office"
- they watch all of us like a
hawk,
And when they throw their
weight about - they really
are a joke!

Hurry down to Sayers
the bakers - they have
some treats for you.
But, please do get their
early - there may be a
great long queue!
But please turn off your
phones - or you will be
asked to leave,
Welcome to Sayers the
bakers - of this you can
believe!!!!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

 
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