80s night

 

80s Night in Chatham

Neon lights and big hair,

The 80s are in the air.

Let's head to Chatham, for a night of fun,

Where the music's pumping and the drinks are on tap.

We'll dance to the classics, like "Billie Jean" and "Sweet Caroline,"

And sing along to every word, until our voices are sore.

We'll dress up in our best 80s gear,

And pretend we're back in time, with nothing to fear.

So put on your leg warmers and your shoulder pads,

And let's go back to the decade that had,

The biggest hair, the brightest clothes,

And the best music, that everyone knows.

80s night in Chatham, it's the place to be,

Where we can all let loose and have some fun, carefree.

So come on down and join the party,

And dance the night away, merrily!

Regrets, sometimes

 Regrets

In the depths of my heart, regrets reside,

Like shadows that follow me, side by side.

Chances I didn't take, roads not taken,

Words unspoken, hearts unshaken.

I regret the times I played it safe,

When my dreams were calling, bold and brave.

I regret the times I held back my tears,

When my soul was yearning for release, my fears.

I regret the times I let others decide,

When my own voice should have been my guide.

I regret the times I played the fool,

When my wisdom was waiting to be used as a tool.

But most of all, I regret the things I didn't get,

The love that slipped away, the chances I let.

I wonder what my life could have been,

If I had chosen differently, taken a leap, and seen.

But life is a journey, with twists and turns,

And lessons learned, sometimes they burn.

So I'll carry my regrets with me,

As reminders of the choices I've made, freely.

And I'll learn from my past, and move on,

To create a future where happiness is won.

I'll cherish the moments, big and small,

And live my life to the fullest, tall.

Fireworks

 Fireworks

Fireworks, oh fireworks,

How I despise your noise.

Your bangs and booms and pops,

Bring me no joy, no poise.

You startle my pets,

And wake my sleeping child.

You make my head hurt,

And leave me feeling riled.

I know you're meant to be fun,

A spectacle to behold.

But for me, you're just a nuisance,

A story untold.

So please, dear fireworks,

Have some mercy on me.

Tone down your racket,

And set my spirit free.

I'll be happy to watch you from afar,

And admire your colorful display.

But please, for the love of all that's good,

Don't make my ears go gray.

Thank you for your understanding,

From a firework-hating soul.

May we all find peace and quiet,

And make this world a less noisy hole.

Lost Youth

 

Lost Youth

Oh, lost youth, where have you gone?

I miss you more than words can say.

The days of carefree laughter,

And the nights of endless play.

I remember building go-karts,

And racing down the street.

I remember staying out all day,

With my friends, so carefree and sweet.

We'd climb trees and play hide-and-seek,

And run through fields of green.

We'd build forts and have adventures,

And our imaginations would preen.

But time flies by so quickly,

And youth fades like a dream.

Now I'm all grown up, with responsibilities,

And it seems like yesterday I was just a gleam.

I miss the innocence of childhood,

And the magic of those days.

But I'm grateful for the memories,

And the joy that still stays.

So here's to lost youth,

And all the good times we had.

May we always cherish those moments,

Even though they're now in the past.

its only a short ride folks!!

Capstone Park

 Capstone Park:

Oh, Capstone Park, so green and fair,

With ducks a-plenty swimming there.

The countryside is pure and bright,

A lovely lake, a wondrous sight.

The ducks they quack and quack with glee,

As they swim and play so carefree.

The trees sway gently in the breeze,

And flowers bloom in sweet ease.

The sun shines down on sparkling lake,

And birds sing sweetly for goodness sake.

The air is fresh and clean and pure,

And nature's beauty is sure.

Oh, Capstone Park, we love you so,

For all the joy that you bestow.

A place to relax and unwind,

And leave our worries behind.

We love to watch the ducks at play,

And stroll along the shores each day.

We picnic on the grassy lawn,

And breathe the air, so pure and drawn.

Oh, Capstone Park, we're glad you're here,

A tranquil oasis, year to year.

A place where nature's beauty reigns,

And all our cares are washed away, like stains.

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My Major

 

Although my Dog went many years ago

I think of him some days, so this is for you

Major

My beloved Major, a German Shepherd true,

Black and tan, with eyes of deepest blue.

A loyal companion, a family friend,

Your love and devotion never did end.

I remember the days when we'd play,

Fetching balls and running wild each day.

You'd cuddle beside me on the couch,

And always greet me with a joyful slouch.

Your gentle nature, your watchful gaze,

Filled my heart with warmth and endless praise.

I'll never forget your furry face,

And the unconditional love you did embrace.

Though you're gone now, my faithful friend,

Your memory lives on, till the very end.

When I see a German Shepherd today,

I can't help but think of you, my sweet Major, come what may.

So rest in peace, my dear friend,

In my heart, you'll always be near.

Until we meet again, in that heavenly place,

Where all our furry loved ones are embraced.

A lifes Journey

 

A Life's Journey

Born in the fifties, a sensitive soul,

Through life's ups and downs, I've taken my toll.

Married twice, but neither one right,

Now with my female soulmate, I find my light.

I've been let down, I've been used,

But I've never given up, I've never refused.

To speak my mind, to be true to me,

Even though some may not agree.

Now seventy-one, I'm still going strong,

With a heart full of love, and a passion to belong.

I'll do so much, but watch out if too much,

For I'm a firecracker, I'm a shooting star, I'm clutch.

So here's to life, and all its twists and turns,

To the lessons learned, and the bridges burned.

May we all find our soulmate, and live our truth,

And speak our minds, with courage and ruth.

Cockney Sparrow

 

From me old cockney sparrow

In the heart of London, where the bells do chime,

Lives a Cockney lad with a heart full of rhyme.

He'll spin you a yarn, with a twist and a twirl,

In the language of the streets, a Cockney pearl.

With a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye,

He'll take you on a ride, with the birds in the sky.

He'll talk of "plates of meat" for feet,

And "apples and pears" for stairs you'll meet.

He'll rhyme off "trouble and strife" for wife,

And "China plate" for life.

He'll talk of "butcher's hook" for look,

And "Adam and Eve" for a shock.

So listen up, my friend, and lend me your ear,

As I take you on a journey, through Cockney rhyme, oh so clear.

With a "chinwag" and a "laugh and a joke,"

We'll paint a picture, with every stroke.

From the bustling markets, to the smoky pubs,

The Cockney spirit, it never subs.

With a "bovvered" accent, and a heart so grand,

The Cockney lad, he'll always take a stand.

So let's raise a glass, to the Cockney rhyme,

A language of charm, and a rhythm of time.

From the streets of London, to the world so wide,

The Cockney spirit, it will always abide.

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For Our Peace today

 For Our peace today

In Flanders fields where poppies blow,

We pause to honor those who fell,

Their sacrifice, a timeless glow,

A tale of valor, duty's spell.

Amidst the trenches, torn and deep,

Where bullets raged and cannons roared,

They stood their ground, their spirits steep,

Defending freedom to the core.

Through gas and poison, through the mire,

They fought for peace, for life's sweet air,

Their courage blazed, an ardent fire,

Unyielding in the face of despair.

We wear the poppy, red and bright,

In memory of those who gave their all,

Their names etched in the fading light,

Their sacrifice, a timeless call.

Autumns palette a masterpiece

 

Autumn's palette, a masterpiece,

A canvas painted with nature's grace.

From fiery reds to golden hues,

A symphony of colors, life imbues.

The leaves, once green, now ablaze,

In shades of crimson, amber, and maize.

A tapestry of vibrant delight,

Autumn's embrace, a mesmerizing sight.

Trees adorned in shimmering gold,

Their branches outstretched, stories told.

A canopy of warmth, a radiant glow,

Autumn's beauty, a heart's desire to know.

The sun, a painter in the sky,

With strokes of gold, it makes the clouds sigh.

A fiery farewell, as day takes its rest,

Autumn's hues, a masterpiece, truly blessed.

The air, crisp and cool, with a scent so sweet,

Invigorating the senses, making our spirits complete.

A gentle breeze whispering through the trees,

Autumn's embrace, bringing us to our knees.

Oh, autumn colors, so vibrant and bold,

A symphony of nature, a story to be told.

In your embrace, we find solace and peace,

Autumn's beauty, a gift that will never cease.

Born in the 50s

 

Born in the 50s when things were very different I thought I would write this

In the heart of a bygone era, where childhood dreams took flight,

Amidst the warmth of the fifties, a boy's spirit shone so bright.

With hands that tinkered and minds that soared,

He crafted go-carts from wood and pram wheels, his imagination assured.

Through sun-kissed days and starlit nights,

He'd roam the streets, a beacon of delight.

His laughter echoed through the lanes,

A symphony of youth, erasing all pains.

With sticks and blankets, he'd build his forts,

A kingdom of his own, where dreams took port.

In those makeshift realms, he'd reign supreme,

A king of adventure, living out his childhood dream.

The world was his canvas, a playground so vast,

Where imagination reigned, defying the past.

With every turn of the wheel, every leap and bound,

A childhood unfolded, where joy abounded.

Oh, the innocence of youth, so pure and true,

In a world of make-believe, where dreams came true.

A boy's spirit, forever etched in time,

A reminder of the beauty, in childhood's prime.

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