I long for the shade from the old oak tree,
As the sun beats on my brow,
The breeze is gentle yet full of life,
But I don't feel this, somehow,
I remember the first time he brought me here,
On a cold November day,
He said to me, by the old oak tree,
Don't ever go away,
And so a year passed quickly,
And we married after noon,
In the meadow with the old oak tree,
And we danced under the moon,
We had a beautiful loving life,
No children did I bare,
For illness came, it was a shame,
When I lost all my hair,
But he brings me flowers everyday,
And lays down next to me,
He talks and talks, I listen,
Under the shade of the old oak tree,
The view out here is wonderful,
Fields, every colour of green,
The winter snows, by far the best,
That I have ever seen,
He stares at me with loving eyes,
That fill with drops, like rain,
And in his face of weary lines,
I see his heartbreak pain,
I wish I could hold his hand,
And bring him home with me,
But I just wait and long for shade,
Under the old oak tree,
I whisper I'll never leave you,
But he cannot hear or see,
That I am there beside him,
Under the old oak tree.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
For a sister so kind with a caring mind,
I could never repay,
For a heart of gold if truth be told,
I'm lost for words to say,
Your always on call, never let me fall,
You catch me every day,
We talk we walk you hold my hand,
I'm stuck for words to say,
Your incredible, we're inseparable,
As sisters should always be,
We're of four and not one more,
So listen here to me,
I wish for you, your dreams come true,
Today and tomorrow to,
Remember this my younger sis,
I always will love you.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
Have you ever been to Glendalough,
On the Wicklow mountains tour,
Well I suggest you go there,
If you've never been before,
It's beautiful, serene and angelic,
So peaceful with magical air,
You can sense the spirits and history,
Of all who once lived here,
I walked around the glass like lake,
I wandered in its awe,
I felt the presence of many souls,
I had been here before,
I drank the waters from my hand,
I felt it rush through my veins,
I heard the whispers from the trees,
Welcoming me home again,
The settlement and graveyard, still,
No life that carried on,
Except for all the visitors,
Who called in thousands, upon,
But in my heart and eyes so blue,
I knew, I was home again,
I felt secure and welcomed back,
But things where not the same,
No family there to hold me tight,
As they had once, in my dream,
So I left my home, my Glendalough,
And the beauty I had seen,
One day I will return, it's true,
And I will not be alone
I'll walk amongst the stones and trees,
And then, I will be home.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Mud is good,
Its dead good mud,
It's in me blood,
But where not understood,
Us people of mud,
In the shadow of a gas tank and born on a Mersey bank, I lived on cobbled streets dark and dank,
I played on a ship that sank, and for anything else I wouldn’t thank....... you
On king street docks, girls in cheap frocks, curly locks, time tocks, the boat rocks,
The tanyard smell made life hell for all that dwell, under the bridge,
In Garston L19, it’s the scene, its clean, it’s where I’ve been, it’s not obscene or green, if you know what I mean.
Its community security sincerity and every other word that ends with erity,
But it’s fallen apart,
Don’t lose heart.
I go into town when I’m down, it clears me frown,
I don’t go in me jarmies or me dressin gown,
There’s men with round bellies, toddlers in wellies,
Posh ladies gather in their marks and spencer swagger,
There’s scouse brow teens, sunbed queens,
Hunks and punks, lonely drunks,
Suits in boots forgetting their roots and hens in *****
Big issue sellers, statue fellas holding golf umbrellas,
Coz of all the rain,
But it’s all good, coz we come from mud,
Let’s cheer, why?
Coz I’m here,
I’m me, me names T, and me hubbys P me best friends she..... lagh,
I like coffee and toffee and Roger Mcgoughy,
I like statistics logistics eye shadow and lipsticks,
I like bags and wags and cigarette **** but not beer,
I’m fine on wine if I take me time,
I don’t do a line, unless I’m hanging me washing on it,
I work in a bar, not far, I don’t drive a car, and I don’t say Lar or kid or lad or lid or mar,
I’m proud and loud, don’t live on a cloud, and I don’t follow the crowd,
I’m a mum to some, I’ve got a big round *** but I’m me you see,
I’m not square, I dye me hair, I swear but you can take me anywhere,
Coz I care,
I’m good,
I’m mud; it’s in me blood,
Understood
By Christina Ford
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
This contains swearwords!!!!
Do you know what it’s like to be on the dole?
The giro, the social, the rock and roll,
Well I’m tellin you now, that it’s no laff,
No heat or food, round at my gaff,
I can’t pay the bills on fifty three quid,
This is how I live; I’m tellin ye kid,
No Lecky, or water, or comfy bed,
Nowhere to lay my educated head,
You’s think I’m brewsted on state benefit,
Well I’m tellin ye now, life is ****
No jobs are goin in my town,
This whole ****** country is goin down,
I look every day for a job to do,
Over qualified under qualified, scew you,
I’d brush your path, deliver your dinner,
My options for work get thinner and thinner,
But we get the blame for the country’s debt,
And seen in your eyes as a useless get,
We are not scroungers and living like kings,
We can’t afford the simple things,
We can’t take our kids to Blackpool pier,
Or to the fair, it’s just too dear,
It’s not our fault the system let us down,
Schooling was crap, but I got a cap and gown,
So don’t look at me, like I’m ****
I’ve bettered meself to get out of this pit,
I’m clever and proud and I stand tall,
I make something out of nothing, coz I’ve got **** all,
You won’t tread us down, yeah that’s right,
We got fire in our bellies and where ready to fight,
We’re not greedy for a fancy lifestyle.
The simple things make us smile,
So quit avin a go, at our worlds apart,
I’m scouse and proud, with a lions heart,
So live well in your mansion, apartment, or detached,
Coz were the generation that Maggie hatched,
Yeah that’s right were Maggie’s crew,
The under privileged, not like you,
Time to step up the Cameron’s and Clegg’s,
Coz you’ve sat long enough on Thatcher’s eggs.
Tina Ford
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
Beauty!!! What do you think is beautiful?
To me it's my messy house,
An empty pan of scouse,
A friendly chat,
Or next doors cat,
Chasing our dog,
A little text or a call,
Something that's nothing at all,
It's drinking tea with mum,
Sitting in the sun,
In my overgrown garden,
It's family time night,
All snuggled tight,
Laughing all together,
Memories made for ever,
To remember when I'm alone,
It's hearing all my kids laughs,
Looking at old photographs,
Seeing them all smile,
And getting on for a while,
The quiet before the storm,
It's fighting for the telly,
Over ice cream and jelly,
It's all of these, literally,
Beauty is my family,
And I love the bones of them.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
The words he spoke made me choke, I don't wanna croak, not under the cancer cloak,
My eyes they streamed, water of dreams and sun beams but I know what it all means,
It's not a day out or a way out not even when I scream and shout,
My ears hear fears, stupid words and things obsurd,
I can't be a chancer, not with cancer, im not gonna be a dancer,
In heaven or hell, I don't wanna dwell.on the ledge of diseases,
I will fight day and night, I'll put it right, it's within my sight, it is my rite,
Rewind a day behind, I was in sane mind, but now I'm one of the special kind,
Can you hear me breath in every sin, they come knocking coz im a locking out death,
He can wait for a date with me or your mate,
I'm no longer dreaming this feeling, the burnin the churning my body is yearning and turning,
Give me pills, no frills, chase them angels of me window sills,
Lights getting dimmer, my breathing getting thinner, but I still want to eat the medicine dinner,
Family all gathered round my body looking tattered there all so worn and all so shattered,
I'm to tied up and to wired up to give them kind words, of hope, I, they can't cope, it's not a soap,
This is life and death in a breath as I choke under the cloak, that dreaded cancer cloak
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
She wanders round the streets at night,
Trying to make her money,
Stopping cars, leaning in,
Looking for business honey?
Some refuse and some say yeah,
She does what she knows right,
Takes the cash, says goodbye,
Then walks back to the night,
Every night for seventeen years
She's walked the street of dread,
She is getting so very tired now,
But she has to earn the bread,
Life had not been good to her,
Neither had her man,
With kids to support and feed and clothe,
She's done all that she can,
No one knows her secret life,
No one ever asked,
No one asked about future things,
And none asked about her past,
This lovely lady looks tired and old,
Her life was not unfurled,
What had happened to make her take,
The oldest job in the world.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it’s too late,
She's a mother, like any other,
She's loved, above all others,
But what smothers her mind,
Her memory has gone down that lane,
She won't be the same,
But she’s mine, all mine,
I will take, make and break the time,
Shake and ****** stop the time,
Till she’s fine and back on line,
I can do it, I knew it. from day one, she’s not gone,
Just take a look, a good long look,
Take the cover of the book, she’s there,
She’s there, always there, forever there.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
It's where I keep my memories,
Both happy ones and sad,
It's where I keep my feelings,
Both the good and bad,
There is a book so titled,
My one and only love,
It is at the top, the very top,
It's so far up above,
It's hard to try and get it,
It's out of my reach, but I try,
It's up inside the clouds so blue,
On that heaven shelf so high,
I hope one day I get it back,
And read the pages through,
Then I know I found again,
My one true love, my you.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC