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Jackie Mead Aug 2018
Another year over, a new one has begun,
I reflect on the great things that I’ve done,
The places I’ve been, the people I’ve met,
The many ways I travelled by car, train and jet.

I’ve been to some great places, Zante, Memphis, New Orleans & France,
All these places have their own unique rhythm and dance,
In Zante it’s Greek music and dancing, jumping and clapping all part of the fun,
In France the rhythm is vibrant and fun, all taking part under a gorgeous warm sun,
In Memphis, of course, it’s rock and roll, rhythm and blues and a lot of soul,
Beale St is the place to go,
In New Orleans, it’s rhythm and blues and jazz,
On each street corner marching bands,
Bourbon St the place for all genres of music from Louis Armstrong to Jason Mraz.

I’ve climbed to the top of a Mountain to look at a Saxon Fort,
I’ve been underground to some Roman Remains,
I’ve travelled the English Channel from Dover Port.
I’ve become intolerant to the Gluten Grain.

I’ve visited Old Trafford, the Theatre of Dreams,
I’ve been to Cardiff to see the Speedway,
Visited a stately home for Scones and Cream,
I’ve visited The Mumbles, Swansea just for the day.

I’ve celebrated my middle son getting married,
I’ve snuggled the Grandkids for hours and hours,
Dozens of shopping trips complete and bags carried,
Worried over my Grandkids in the darkest of hours.

I’ve visited Graceland’s, home of The King,
I’ve travelled from Memphis to New Orleans by Amtrak train,
I’ve visited the bayou of New Orleans,
Seen Alligators sleeping, Herons, Lizards and Cat Fish on the end of a line,
Travelled the Mississippi on a paddle boat powered by steam.

I’ve visited museums in several locations,
The Van Gogh, The *** Museum and The Moco in Amsterdam, The Lowry and Imperial War Museum in Manchester,
Walked these cities in all types of Weather,
Viewed paintings and sculptures by Van Gogh, Dali, Lowry and Banksy, photographs of **** maids and their Lords,
At the Imperial War Museum, I learned a lot about wars,
On display the bravery of more than a few, Men, Women and Children too.

I’ve had family days out aplenty,
Fed ducks, swans and geese with stale bread,
Trips to the park on seesaws and swings,
Laughed so much, at Comedy Club, it’s hurt my head.

I’ve travelled on a barge up the Manchester Ship Canal
I’ve visited Rame Head, Cornwall, for Family occasions
I’ve watched Peabody Ducks march back to their nest, a carnival fit for Royal
Walked along the cliffs of Whitsand Bay, close to the Coastguard Station

I’ve published two children’s books based on stories told my children at bedtime
I’ve been to concerts, Phil Collins, Coldplay, Robbie Williams and The Rolling Stones
I’ve written many a poem, 190 plus including Limericks, consisting of 5 lines that rhyme
I’ve had a tooth implant, causing swelling and bruising to my cheekbones

I’ve discovered a love of Gin and Tonic,
I never used to like so that’s ironic
Rhubarb and Ginger my favourite flavour
Sit at the bar, sip it slow, it’s a joy to savour

I’ve had times I needed to cry
I’ve had times I needed a hug
I’ve had times I needed to smile
I’ve had times I needed to laugh
I’ve had times I needed no one
I’ve had times I needed to be surrounded

As I reflect at the year past,
I reflect that mostly it’s been a blast,
This year I want to experience new things,
And, my long-term plan is to return to running.

So, please Lord bring forth another year,
I’ll use all my blood, sweat and tears,
To make good use of another year.
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On This Day In History – August 15th

1914 – The Panama Canal opens to traffic with the transit of the cargo ship SS Ancon.
1920 – Polish-Soviet War: Battle of Warsaw, so-called Miracle at the Vistula.
1939 – The Wizard of Oz premieres at Grauman's Chinese Theater in Los Angeles, California.
1941 – Corporal Josef Jakobs is executed by firing squad at the Tower of London at 07:12, making him the last person to be executed at the Tower for espionage.
1944 – World War II: Operation Dragoon: Allied forces land in southern France.
1947 – India gains Independence from British rule after near 190 years of Crown rule and joins the Commonwealth of Nations.
1965 – The Beatles play to nearly 60,000 fans at Shea Stadium in New York City, an event later regarded as the birth of stadium rock.
1998 – Northern Ireland: Omagh bombing takes place; 29 people (including a woman pregnant with twins) killed and some 220 others injured.
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People I Share my Birthday with

Princess Anne
Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain
Jennifer Lawrence
Deborah Messing
Ben Afleck
Jack Russell
Carol Thatcher
Mark Thatcher
Hope you enjoy reading about the things I have done this last year, I enjoyed writing it, when you analyse everything you do in a year you realise how much there is to be grateful for.
Don't get me wrong I've had my share of bad things too, lost my father in law, run over by a motorcycle, and watched my grandson having a fit but for the purposes of this Poem i've focused on the positives.
For a bit of interest, I've added On This Day in History and People who share my birthday.
Thank you for reading.
Marcos Valencia Oct 2014
Manchester United are the best
They stand out above the rest
Manchester United we wear with pride
The red shirt
our favourite side
Old Trafford is our home ground
Manchester United we follow around
So many players with fantastic skills
It is so good to watch them
it's a thrill
We are the fans so very proud
When they run out on the ground
It is so true without a doubt
Manchester United is what we shout
Yes all this is true
We are red and definitely not blue
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
I'm sorry to impose this trivial question on such a monumental organisation, but far from following through to indigestion (how else to attire the point?) of a genuine concern... can I ask what the piece of music was played when both teams stepped onto the Old Trafford turf? extracting from memory: it's certainly a choir piece, but not even close to Handel's Zadok the Priest mingling with the Soviety Choir's rendition of Polyushka Polye... i simply can't place a former memory of hearing this music prior to today... hence me clinging to similarity in explaining what took place, only a few hours ago, at Old Trafford... i'd be so very much thankful by being able to bypass the "omnipotent" google algorithm with a word-of-mouth analogue... such that to un-disguise the question, i'll end with:

yours, Matthew.

p.s. the music just as the gladiators were walking onto the pitch... not the Carol(e) King anthem... the music, just prior.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
only recently, have my ears spoken
of a piece of music
i can give a name to,
  in the firm, yet comfortable
accommodation of a memory...
just before the would-be
footballers
walked onto the pitch,
of england versus the world's
XI...
            the choir piece...
i searched the internet to
            hear the same anthem...

people contra people...
and the people have spoken...
   it's not exactly
beethoven's ode to joy...
   but händel's zadok the priest...
that...
        incalculable hovering
sensation,
    that humming bird's worth
of orchestating
a differentiation of purpose...
      
with ears, rather than via eyes,
will i come to understand
the holy rest, the eternal,
yet all too familiar...
                             before then?
a whiff of dust bound to
     being cushioned by fog...

my god! a soviet choir!
                          polyushka polye!
such a subtle variant
at the unicef vs. england football
game!
        komrad stav!
                 we've come far
beyond the concept of paris!
          and to think...
   music as a subconscious force
en masse is not a ******* oyster...
a delicacy...
       when the masses are
exposed to a piece of music:
i really have to try to remember
what i listened to...
   mind you...
          if the pristine ones are
to be trusted, then a memory
of 4 hours ago is not to be trusted,
but the stated song is an amnesia
in synonym...
        
    a people are a people:
you can either play chess,
     in a humble abode,
or play chess with people,
                    in a tsar's castle...
which is middle-income
of england by any globalist plateau
standard...
              
   choirs sing synonym anyway:
there's always something profound,
like Verdi's chant of the hebrew
slaves in Nabucco...
               but this song
beginning with the charity match
at old trafford?

            escapes me...
                    yeden osem L kak
zapomnie'c is but one song from 2004,
or 5, or 6... can't remember...

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
itchy conscience riddling alzheimer's
in a true experience of
militant protein particles
and lazy aminos...
    
               close to a soviet choir
will not be enough to have the identity
of the song revealed...
   i'm pretty sure there was a choir
involved...
      
          no wonder people began
to fathom a concept: we, the people...
given the discrepency of
an "i" in continuum...
          a momentum like a ******...
and then, perhaps an obituary...

   obituary in a newspaper,
doesn't buy you an epitaph!
      look!
            how many people are
allowed an epitaph on their grave,
the said: seal, and the said:
    but once!       huh?
       i've walked a graveyard
more than once...
      how many epitaphs
have i seen?
        not, one!
                
         because the choir in heaven
is not soviet, transcendent death?!

people die with contraints
       and said day of birth,
and unsaid day of passing...
       but no... epiphany post-scriptum,
post vitae...
       the mark of eternity,
an epitaph...

              i know the unicef vs. england
2018 song was not polyushka polye...
  
        apparently the search engine
that's the base of the internet
doesn't have all the answers.
Age 100, passed away on his birthday, Friday, January 17, 2014.
Dr. Pogue was born on January 17, 1914, in Trafford, Pennsylvania.
CARROUSEL ***** AND LUNAR-MODULE MAN hopped a
train in Trafford 1 week after being busted flat in Baton Rouge.
"You filthy pig!" Lunar-Module Man spat in total disgust.
"Shut your gob or I'll ream out your **** with a snow
shovel!" Carrousel ***** responded with
brutality in her groggy voice.

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