the devil comes the devil goes
when he comes no one knows
he can climb inside your mind
put in thoughts of the evil kind
steps inside and takes control
as he tries to steal your soul
he will take you to his hell
and lock you up inside a cell
there you will become his slave
a servant of this evil knave.

the elegance of the tiger
so beautiful is he
roaming in the wild
wonderful and free
stalking in the grass waiting for his prey
treading very softly as it comes his  way
silently he moves it is such a thrill
then begins the chase and finally the ****.
then he sits and hold it in between his claws
slowly as he eats it in between his jaws
then he takes a nap to sleep his food away
and for the tiger its been the perfect day.

the baker as an early rise
start his day making pies
makes them up in a batch
laid on trays for dispatch
takes them on his daily round
to the places they are bound
quite a busy little man
big white suit and bakers van
then goes home and begins to yawn
then off to sleep till early morn.

life is like a clock it just ticks away
slowly passing bye each and every day
ticking as goes. as the wheels go round
ticking oh so quietly you cant hear a sound
telling us the time with the fingers on it face
second hand moving gently at a steady pace
life is just the same. we have to take it slow
and softly tick away as through life we go.

i had a little parrot he didnt seem to care
he used to talk a lot and sometimes used to swear
he had lots of colors like red and green and blue
if you held your hand out he would come to you
he was very friendly and oh so very cute
he looked just like clown in his colored suit
he liked to talk a lot especially at night
but i could shut him up by turning off the light
then he would go to sleep as quiet as can be
then i would put my feet up with the parrot next to me.

love can be a funny thing
it can make you happy and make you sing
it can turn and make you cry
make you sad and make you sigh
it can cut just like a knife
and put a hole in to your life
but when its true and truly whole
it will never leave your soul
it will last for evermore
and guide you safely through lifes door.

lead your life to the full
make it bright and never dull
make it happy everyday
lead your life in your own way.
when things go wrong and get you down
where a smile and not a frown
take it easy never rush
take it gently as you push
life is  there for you to take
to lead it full you must make
live your life day by day
then your life will go your way

the trees are budding turning green
making up a nice spring scene
birds are singing there spring song
you can see the robin as he hops along
daffodils are open in the morning sun
to let us snow that springs begun
the rabbits come out and hop around
coming out of there winter ground
mother nature is such a wonderful thing
the beauty she shows when it is spring.

when i was a boy i lay in bed
and i would listen to what mamma said
she would sit upon my bed
cuddle me and stroke my head
she said in life you must walk tall
bit by bit you must crawl
never try and run to fast
take it slow and make it last
dont let the world just pass you bye
just look the world straight in the eye
i always listened to what mamma said
her words of wisdom inside my head
now im grown and life is bright
thanks to mamma her words were right

the sundial sits on a piece of stone
telling time all alone
reads the sun has it moves round
with the shadows  without a sound
it tells the time upon its face
never wrong or out of place
telling time with shadows cast
all alone as time goes past
it does not move it does not rock
a work of art thats natures clock.

i pushed a market trolley it seemed to be in doubt
which way it would go when i took it out
i tried to push straight it began to swirve
i pushed to the right and it began to curve
so i tried again and pushed nice and slow
but the silly trolley just did;nt want to know
the trolley i give up and used a bag instead
then wheeled the trolley back to its trolley bed.

a broken heart is hard to mend
you think your world is at it end
everything as turned to black
you think there is just no way back
as you cry the teardrops fall
with  memories that you recall
just start again thats the thing to do
and your broken heart will mend for you.

1 saw a black horse with a ******* plume
pulling a carriage heading for a tomb
i saw the casket through the glass
and said a prayer as it went pass
people crying all around.
heading for the burial ground
the horse stood still and bowed his head
as if he new someone was dead.
the carriage had a big gold crest
with flowers inside next to the chest
i stood and watched filled up inside
that someones life had been denied
we just dont know who is next
there is no message or a text
we carry on day by day
until our call to go away.

the world it is changing it doesnt seem the same
all because of warming thats causing global blame
everything is different not like it used to be
natures now in turmoil and no longer free
the winds are getting stronger bringing up a storm
the sun it has changed. and getting far to warm
nothings quite the same its changing everyday
changing very quickly in every single way
icebergs getting smaller melting in the sea
turning in to water where it used to be
this is global warming changing the planet fast
we really just dont how long its going to last.

Little Tommy turtle took a jungle trip
deep in to the jungle he decided he would slip
he was on safari in the jungle wild
Tommy he just loved it he was a natures child
he liked to watch the elephants walking in a line
but the thing he liked the most was swinging on the vine
tommy like to swing going too and fro
swinging vine to vine as he was letting go
he wore big round hat that kept him from the sun
with a khaki suit he was having fun
the animals they loved  him and came from miles around
to see this funny fellow walking on there ground
then when the day was over tommy he would sleep
in his little hammock in the jungle deep.

people starving going thin
to see all this is such a sin
dying in the scorching heat
falling quickly to there feet
children dying in the sun
even before there life begun
flies are crawling every where
on there face and in there hair
perhaps one day it could be changed
and there lives can be rearranged
but for now it has to be
perhaps one day they can be free

little tommy  turtle went on holiday to the beaches of hawaii so very far way he packed his little case with things that he might needpacked it very neatly very nice indeedjumped aboard a plane and to the sun he flewflying through the sky so very bright and bluehe landed in hawaii  back down on the earthheaded for the beach and decided he would surfhe jumped on to a surf board the waves were very highriding on the crest as he went sailing bytommy he was happy having lots of funin this land so faraway underneath the sunthen as he got tired he found big palm treeunderneath he fell asleep as happy as can be.

my kitten sleeps with me at the bottom of my bedcurls up in a ball to rest his sleepy headi can here him purring as peaceful as can be gradually he will creep up till he;s next to me.he puts his paws around me and cuddles up real tightthen he licks my face as if to say goodnightthen i go to sleep as happy as can beknowing that my kitten is sleeping next to me.

theres a little valley it has a little streamit has lots of fish like carp and roach and breami sit there for hours and watch the water flowgently trickling by flowing very slowi can see the fish basking in the sunjumping up and down having lots of funthen i watch the ducks swimming in the reedsifting out there food by picking through the ****.i could sit for hours  its a place i love to bewhere everything is calm and it feels so free.

tommy turtle took a trip to to the mountain sidehe climbed  his way to the top then down again hed slidehe loved having fun a happy chap was hehe even took a picnic so he could have his tea. then put down a blanket. and prepared to eatall put nice and tidy and very very neat.then hed have a sandwich and nibble it awaytommy was enjoying his little picnic day then when his day was over he climb inside a treethen fall fast asleep as happy as can be.

people they write poetry to pass away the timeso they sit down and write a little ryhmesome people it can help to ease a troubled mindwriting out there poems to leave it all behindit can be a therapy to write down what you feelwriting down emotions some times it can healit can be written funny it can be written sadit can be wrote with feeling and it can make you gladso help all the poets and thank them for there ryhmewho share there work with others to read in there own time.

little tommy turtle he just loved to shopat the local store tommy he would stopthen pick up a trolley and push it round the floortommy he just love to stroll around the store picking up his shopping he wanted from the shelfhe did it all alone he lived by himselfwhen he filled his basket to the checkout he would goit would take some time for a turtle it was slowthen pull out his wallet so tommy he could paytommy he just loved it when it was shopping day.

i dreamed i was a pirate on the seven seassailing on my galleon sails blowing in the breezewith the jolly rodger hanging from the mast just like long john silver a pirate from the pastlanding on an island with with my treasure mapwith a patch on one eye and a pirates caplooking for the gold in the treasure chestthis was the part that i liked the best then set sail again heading for the shoretill the seven seas took me home once more.

there was a men from kerry he was always merry with a big red nose that looked just like a cherryhe liked to drink his whisky he liked a little tot always was very funny when he drank a lothe like to sing and dance and do his irish jig jumping up and down till fell of his wighe was always happy when he had his ***** till he had to muchthen he would have a snoozeand wake up again with a smile up on his face have another tot then cheer up the human race.

i imagined i was a hippy with long black flowing hairsmoking on a joint in the marajuahana airtrippping out on mushrooms at the hippy fairseeing lots of things that really were not thereliving in tent travelling everywhere.wearing lots of flowers all around my headwith the word of piece being quickly spreadthinking of the freedom a hippy life could bringstrumming my guitar as i begin to singthis was just imagined how it was beforenow all the piece has gone nothing now but war.

i was thinking of the cavern club just the other daywhere in the sixties all the groups would playthere was lots bands who came from miles around  they put it all together and made the mersey soundmy favourite was the beatles in there beatle suitswith there  beatle haircut and winkle picker bootsthere was john and george paul and ringo toothey made lots of songs that everybody knew.there was many others so many i cant namethe beatles were the ones that always had the famethe  music is still around to this very daythe sounds of the sixties will never go away

theres a little cabin by a little lakethat i often visit when the holidays i takesurrounded by the woods and trees so very talland a babbling brook by a waterfallthere are lots of squirrels that are red and greyand i sit and watch them gracefully as they playthere are lots of falcons hovering in the skyand lots of eagles that are nesting near byyou can see the moutain tops and the valleys in betweenthe leaves on the pine trees so bright and very greenit would make a painting to hang upon the wallthen this little place i always will recall

i went to a nudist camp to see what it was likethere i saw some people riding naked on a bikei started to undress but told myself i could;ntthen i saw some parts that i know i should;nti was so embarrassed i was turning redso i went behind a tree so i could hide my headi decided to go home this place was not for mei had just been somewhere where i should;nt be.next time i get naked i will start to  laughthe only time ill go **** is when im in my bath.

i have a little grandson he is only threehe comes round all the time just to visit mehe gets out his toys and there are quite a few then he tips them on the floor just like children do its such a lovely thing just to see his faceas i see the toys scattered around the placejust watching as he plays brings it back to methey way  it was when i was young the way it used to behe picks up all his toys then he says goodbyethen says i love and puts a tear drop in my eye.

the animals in the woods decided they would raceto see which one was faster who had the faster pacethere was a tortoise a badger and a  foxstanding in a line on there starting blocksthen the race began now the race was setthey headed for the finish line to see who would win the bettortoise he was slow and got left behindthis it didnt worry him he had winning on his mind badger he kept running then he tripped and fellthen as he rolled over he landed in a wellnow the fox was winning he  was miles aheadthen suddenly a branch fell off and hit him on the headthe poor fox was dazed and fell down to  the floor. now his race was over he couldnt run no morethen along came the turtle with his slow like pacehe went across the finish line he had won the race

there was a little turtle his shell it had a leekthe rain was getting in he hadnt slept all weekhe was very stressed and he began to cryspotted by an albatross flying near bythe albatross flew down and saw  a little crackrunning down the middle of the turtles backdont worry said the albatross i know the thing to do i will get some leaves and make a shelter just for youthe albatross gathered leaves and made a little tentthen when it was finished in the turtle went.the turtle he was happy now in his tent so deephe curled his shell and caught up with some sleep.

in the land of make believe there lived a magic flutea funny little chap he wore a funny suithe had a little seat underneath the moonhe;d sit there for hours and played a little tunethe animals they came from  many miles aroundthere they danced together to his lovely sound the flute he would play till the break of dawn until the daylight came then he began to yawnthen he fell asleep underneath a tree dreaming of his friends as happy as can be.

when life becomes a burden and you think youve had enoughwhen everything in front of you seems so very roughturn it all around to what it was beforedont sit there and say you cant take it anymore.think of what youve got dont throw it all awaythink of all the good times when you were bright and gayremember those who love you and those who show they carejust tell them how your feeling you know they will be there start from the beginning  and turn the wrong to right once again your life can be nice and bright.

i grew a great big marrow as big as big can bewhen i stood beside it was as big as mei put in a show  filled people with surpriselooking at my marrow to see one such a size it had lots of stripes and it was nice and greenand a marrow of this size i have never seenwhen the judges saw it. they came and had a lookreached in to there pockets and from a camera tookthey were quite surprised at this mystery.then i won first prize and went down in history.

theres a squirrel in my garden as grey as grey can beruns along my shed then up in to a treewhen he;s  in the garden looking for some nutsi watch him pick them up then off again he struts he has a fluffy tail that curls up at the endas fluffy as can be with a little bend.he has little hole where he has a bedthen he climbs inside to rest his sleepy headwhen the winter comes he;s nowhere to be foundtucked in his bed until the spring comes back around

i saw a little crab walking on the sand he was with another holding hand in hand underneath the moon way up high above they stopped and had a kiss i think they were in love. as they strolled again further on the shore there they stopped again and had a kiss once more it was very funny and i began to smile watching what i saw that night was really all worth while

the devil had a disco a proper devils ball he invited gargoyles demons bats and all lots of dancing flames burning through the night dancing up and down that was his disco light the werewolves made the band howling very loud playing to the devil who wore a ******* shroud the fires they were burning keeping well alight lighting up his hell to make it nice and bright then he called his souls they would make his crowd a disco to remember to make the devil proud they danced on through the night till day began to fall  and that was the end off the devils ball.

i saw a weeping willow a lovely willow tree weeping in my garden very said was he the teardrops they falling down on to the ground there were lots of teardrops lying all around i stood there for a while and watched  him as he cried so very very sad i filled up inside then the sun came out to brighten up the day the willow he was happy and the tears just dried away.

theres nothing wrong with ireland some people they might moan irelands very special with a world that is its own there is much such beauty  it spreads for miles around with grass thats just like velvet covering the ground lovely mountain ranges  as high as high can be with lakes and dells and valleys and the irish sea it has lots off counties  and there are quite a few though every where you go theres so much you can view so theres nothing wrong with ireland a lovely place to be this land of so much beauty across the irish sea.

theres was a little turkey he lived on a farm he thought he would be safe there well away from harm the turkey he was happy around the farm hed stray the farmer he would feed  every single day  turkey he was growing becoming nice and round little did he know for a plate he would be bound it was near christmas  not to far away. the farmer he loved turkey. for dinner christmas day. the turkey he got wise when he saw the snow then he realised. it was time for him to go he waited till the dark then gently slipped away and was never seen again to this very day

look at the joy that you get from snowmake a sleigh and off you go down the hills of you slidehaving fun as you glidebuild a snowman oh so highwhile the snow is falling from the skysee the roof tops covered whitestanding out in to the night.these are things that bring a glow.thats the beauty of the snow

a big white horse appeared in my my dreams one night with a pair of wings that took me on a flight he took me through a golden gate  with diamonds every where with clouds that were made of satin just floating in the air there was a lovely rainbow with bluebirds all around so peaceful and so quiet you couldnt here a sound then he took me home again back in to my bed  and when i woke up again it was all still in my head

there was a spooky mansion with spooky little ghost with a spooky little man who was to be the host the mansion it was scary and very dark inside with  lots of cold dark places  so the ghost could hide. there was a dark old man who sat in candle light then stand up by the window in middle of the night he would frighten people. so they would go away then climb in to a coffin where he would sleep all day.

when your life gets weary and everthings a mess pulling out your hair feeling all the stress try to where a smile put on a happy face then the world  will  seem such a different place pull your self together change around the style make your your world a happy place and make it all worthwhile.

earthquakes begin to rumble breaking up the ground people all in panic running all around. tsunamis bringing waves destroying all the shore mother natures angry and she wants a war people losing life just simply washed away all because of nature having her bad day the world it can be cruel and this we cant foresee but i guess in nature its the way it has be.

i saw a little seagull he was emerald green a seagull such as this i have never seen a friendly little chap as friendly as can be he just stopped and stared and looked up straight at me then he carried on followed in the tide hopped up on a wave and took a little ride then he flew away and gently waved goodbye underneath the sun up in to the sky.

in a place they call killarney lived a little elfhe lived in the forest all by his little selfhe was very friendly and loved the forest sooneday it was white down had come the snowso the the  elf decided. he would make some ski'sfrom a piece of wood that was hanging  from the treeshe tied them to his feet and slid along the snow.took it nice and easy took it nice and slowhe was having fun and sang an irish songfeeling very happy as he skied alongthen came out them out the sun and the snow it went awaythe elf he put his ski;s away for another day

i walked the shores of ireland and walked down by the seaand watch the waves roll by right in front of mei watched the seagulls hover gently on the wingwaiting for the shrimps as the tide it pushes ini sit and watch the clouds as they pass gently bysitting there so beautiful in the irish skyi walk along the sand leaving footprints as i gothinking of the things ive seen to give my heart aglow

feelings they can be hurt they can make you cryupset all your emotion and make you want to diethey can be upsetting and leave a broken heartreaching deep inside to rip your soul apartsometimes they can change and go the other waythey can bring you love and brighten up your daythey make you happy and they can make you smileputting sunshine back for a little whilefeeling they can change and switch from day to dayall of us have feelings they just dont go away.

i saw a big white swan with feathers just like snowswimming in the lake so graceful and so slowmountains in the back ground standing oh so talland in between them a lovely waterfallthe swan he came towards with his head held highswimming with such elegance underneath the skythen he turned around as if if to say goodbye.so beautiful was he it almost made me cryi wont forget the things that i saw that dayill hold them in my memory and that is where theyll stay.