Great little poem Freckle. It's a canny poem lass.
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Great little poem Freckle. It's a canny poem lass.
When the clock of my life chimes
I will not weep
For then I know it is time to sleep
If this is the day I die
Will I ascend to a glorious sky
A blue and white plain with outstretched fields
Oh what beauty this kingdom yields
Joy, splendour and wonderful things
Will be brought to me on an angels wings
For if the life in heaven
is better than that on Earth
I cannot wait for my immortal birth
Tri mind you really are writing some top notch stuff :)
aw shucks thanks tri :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
this is lovely, is it your own work?Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
It is Freckle, although I don't know if I even like it. I wrote it quite a few years ago when I was pondwering what I thought heaven would be like if I was a deeply religous person, so it's a sort of pseudo religous poem I think:confused:
Wow...you guys have been busy and there is so much amazing stuff here. Tri-mind is obviously on a roll and has definitely found his voice but I also love the posts by the rest of you and I am very pleased to see the return of Neil and TurboTom. Alas...I went biking instead of working and so now I am paying for it. Not too much posting for me tonight but I'll call back in later when I have done some doodling.
re goldfish....
Margaret Atwood - You Fit Into Me
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye
Pink Floyd
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
O.W.
A silent witness
To a familiar scene
Domestic meltdown
Heinz Fifty Seven
baked beans in tomato sauce
four slices of heaven
:cool:
OW whenever you disappear from the thread for a while, you can guarantee that your return will bring with it some gems!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
A man after my own heart, that sounds like the best idea for my tea!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
a remedy
bracing exercise
icy puddles, biting wind
subduing the fire