Buffy Hap Poem
Buffy Hap TodayI ‘sposeThose cakesCould be eatWhat?A treatRemain saneWithout mindin the drainUse brainSome brawnYou should knowThe dayYou were born
Buffy Hap TodayI ‘sposeThose cakesCould be eatWhat?A treatRemain saneWithout mindin the drainUse brainSome brawnYou should knowThe dayYou were born
When help is wanted you must ask For the sake of the helper Is like rice wine on your lips hot See if the helper cares for more A song and dance A trip to France? The help offered Is not free anymore As care is not carefree anymore It is given with Love That…
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Like a foolI followedthis cloudin the skypointing rightI did nothave anadventurenor a frightI found a deadendand turned on myheelas if ona sixpencepiecereturning tothe rightturn placelookingfor a white birdand found none.
How? I dunno, It does not fit, All the lines, in your mind, Needs, A large disk, Array and, A memory, Swapping library, Giving it a hand, I still hear the clapping, The Fluttering Dev, Flapping, Their wings, What if the one, That knows it, All does not, But can solve, With salve, The hurting,…
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It was expansive,And blue,Not deep south blue,More Bolton and Paul blue,We loved this tent,We laughed in this tent,‘scuse us,We laughed at this tent,The tent did not mind,Or it would have fallen over,It was funny,Six or more of us could fit,Maybe Eight at a squeeze,So, the big blue tent,Living wild and free,Playing frisbee on the beach,If…
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The Robertson,Thought Miss Monday,Was Bonnie,His Scottish Blood,Dilute from a Generation x 2 ago,Did never demand on Monday,However, By Sunday,He had stretched,Some – What? David Robertson 22.07.2021
The sovereign sat,On the mount,4 corners to,Contain it,English Gold sitting next,The Welsh band,Occasionally the Welsh gold,Touches the English,Invoking Celtic Rhyme,In the Poet,Never would he throw it,An heirloom,Passed Generation to Generation,The game began,In Earnest,And he felt wild,But not free,Freedom cannot be bought,My friends,It can only be earned,So gold is my precious,Round like a table of yore,Like…
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When? Yesterday? Got some more pressies I clutch them tight I do not fight With the past Anymore Time flows Fast and sometimes Slow I go at the national speed limit. David A Robertson 17.10.2025
10 souls,40 leagues trod,A modern feat,by many,feet,Kudos the treat,Beat goes 10 hearts,As one,5 Time Lords,A walking,Why?Time spent,Thinking and talking,Is not like snorkling,Where bubbles,Are words,Waiting to burst,And free the sound,Of the sea. Well done “Sue Lambert Trust” to have friends. Nice post Emma.
