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My Rose. (posted on: 08-07-16)
A little romantic tale.

I picked a rosebud years ago and took it to my heart, I cosseted it and nurtured it we never were apart. The little bud grew into a rose that flowered every day, facing all kinds of weather never fading away. Its bloom got bigger and bigger and prettier each day, producing many more rosebuds never fading away. Many days have passed now I am feeling its love every day, love growing ever stronger, never fading away. Our garden is now full of roses pleasing us day after day blooming in their splendour, never fading away. The very first rosebud I once picked is still deep in my heart, and I am very certain that we'll never be apart. E.W.Peters. 07-07-2016.
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Mikeverdi on 08-07-2016
My Rose.
Another heart felt poem, well done Peter.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,be lucky.trying hard to keep away from present politics.Peter.

stormwolf on 09-07-2016
My Rose.
I smile when I read your poems Peter. You have been blessed with a very happy marriage.
What a wonderful thing.
Light and love
Alison x


Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment on my little effort.Yes, you are right. We have indeed been blessed with our 68 year old marriage.It hasn't always been smooth, but any storms of life we encountered always seemed to blow over because of our never ending love.We are now in one such inclement weather if I may call it that.My wife ,Edna, is suffering from dementia,and I am her full time carer. This is not so easy at present,as I am undergoing chemotherapy for the second time in eight years.I have some help from the family, but I am too stubborn to ask for help.There is however the one thing that helps us like usual, our memories and our love for each other.So you see we are very blessed.I hope you are well as well as your family,I have little time these days to spend on my computer so please forgive for not always commenting,but I have always appreciated and admired your contributions. Be lucky, best wishes Peter.xxx

Kipper on 11-07-2016
My Rose.
Hello Peter,

I hope I am not breaking any rules here but may I first comment on your reply to Alison. Although we are a lap or two behind you, the story of my wife and I is in manny ways like yours though unfortunately we did not manage to plant any new rosebuds. I congratulate you on 68 years together and I hope that despite your health issues you will find more joy in the years to come.

I thought your poem was a delightful journey through married life beautifully supported by the metaphor of the rosebuds, and one that most readers, especially those who are 'getting on a bit' will warm to.

Best wishes,

Michael



Author's Reply:
Hello Michael,
Thank you so very much for reading my poem and commenting.It really meant such a lot to me.I am pleased to hear that you too could tell a similar story, I hope without the ill health part.I hope that you two will also have many more years of happiness together.What would life be without true love? You are certainly not breaking any rules on my reply to Alison.Best wishes to you and and your wife,Peter.(aka Pommer the old geezer)


ROYSTON HEATH. (posted on: 01-07-16)
Royston ,a small market town in Herts,was my first home in England.Here I met my wife,many years ago, and we now often remember happy moments,which is also good memory therapy for Edna.the town had a lovely heath, courting grounds for many."One Hill", a focal point was our favourite location.

We are sitting here now all alone the proverbial Darby and Joan remembering all the years gone past, wondering why time went so fast? We remember the winter of long ago walking together through the snow the starry sky,the heavenly tent above us,a brilliant firmament, twinkling lights of the town beneath sweet memories of Royston Heath. Just the two of us,we were all alone, your Mum and Dad had long gone, I was still a prisoner of the Crown in a prison camp in that sleepy town, seeing the lights of the town beneath sweet memories of Royston Heath. A lot of time has passed since then, too many years to remember when we first exchanged that tender kiss on that wonderful evening,what bliss, stars above, town lights beneath, sweet memories of Royston Heath. We moved about a bit since then, pulling up sticks now and again, often remembering that part of life where I first met my darling wife under the stars,town lights beneath sweet memories of Royston Heath. Here we are again, all alone, family grown up and long gone remembering all those years ago, many years moving to and fro, thinking of stars and lights beneath sweet memories of Royston Heath. E.W.Peters. 01-07-2016.
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Mikeverdi on 02-07-2016
ROYSTON HEATH.
A beautiful story, well presented. What a life you have lived Peter, none of us know what's around the corner, maybe it's best that way. Thanks for sharing this love story with us.
My best to you and yours old friend.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike
for your lovely comment.Yes, none of us knows what is round the corner.I hope that your are coping allright.I often think about you and David Bosswell.I am in the middle of treatment once again,but I am better then I was, but not as good as I shall be, being the eternal optimist.My motto is never to give up, and I do know that you feel the same.Once more thank you for your comment, bestwishes to you and yours, Peter . Be lucky.

sweetwater on 03-07-2016
ROYSTON HEATH.
A whole story in these lovely words, where does time go, it stretches ahead forever then poof! gone in the sweep of the second hand. Sue. X



Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your encouraging comment.Where does time go indeed? Our life is after all only a mini second in eternity.So one has to make the best of it.Thank you for reading and commenting.Best wishes, Peter xxx

pdemitchell on 03-07-2016
ROYSTON HEATH.
Hi Peter, a sweeping sepia slice through life and a nice refrain to each stanza. Well done. Mitch

Author's Reply:
hi Mitch,
thank you for your comment,and thank you for reading my little contribution.Peter.


Frustration (posted on: 13-06-16)
A bit of true description of a sticky situation.Finally felt like laughing at myself in this situation.

A fellow named Hermann Schmidt on chemotherapy could not shit cried in frustration: "fuck constipation I'd do anything for a shit."
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Mikeverdi on 13-06-2016
Frustration
Oh yes Peter, it's one or the other HaHa!
Mike

Author's Reply:
hi mike, thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.Been to haematology again today.Peter.

pdemitchell on 14-06-2016
Frustration
Hi Peter! See my ode "Grapes of Wrath" penned from a similar muse! Mitch

Author's Reply:
Hi Mitch Thank you for reading.Have read your grapes of wrath.Enjoyed, see my comment to your poem.Peter.

gwirionedd on 17-06-2016
Frustration
Hey Peter,

Was ist das Unterschied zwischen einem blinden Bogenschützer und eine Eule mit Verstopfung?

Ein davon schießt aber kann nicht treffen.

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OK, it doesn't work in German. But this is my favourite joke of all time.

What's the difference between a blind archer and a constipated owl?

One of them shoots but can't hit.







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Author's Reply:
Hi Archie,
eine kleine gramattische Verbesserung :
Was ist DER Unterschied zwischen einem blinden BOGENSCHUETZEN und EINER Eule mit verstopfung? EINER davon schiesst aber kann nicht treffen.
Thank you for your comment and for reading my bit of nonsense.I also like your favourite joke.Here is one for you.
Husaren blasen einen Marsch, der Furz der flitz so durch den Arsch,

Oder:
Schiller sprach zu Goethe, zeig mir Deine Floete,
Goethe sprach zu Schiller zeig mir Deinen Piller.

Or my old corporal's favoutite:
Der Adler faellt from Buechsenschuss,der Arschfick ist ein Hochgenuss.

Hope you will enjoy these little snippets. viele Gruesse Peter.


one of those nights. (posted on: 09-05-16)
This is no doubt the experience of many fellow sufferers.I thought I would record the following words to let us all know that we are not alone.I admit that I have used some poetic license.The piece of cake nor the rain never existed.

I heard the clock strike Twelve o'clock, Heard its chimes at One again, At Two I heard a different sound T'was the sound of pouring rain, Three o'clock still no sleep I could almost have me weep. The thought of a cup of tea Sounded excellent to me. Finished it off at just about Four I really couldn't drink any more, At Five felt much awake At Six I had a piece of cake Brewed another cup of tea. This was one of those nights During one cycle of chemotherapy. E.W.Peters. 08-05-2016.
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pdemitchell on 11-05-2016
one of those nights.
Sounds like hell. A few metre tweaks needed as you read it aloud ie "Three o'clock still no sleep / I could almost have me weep" is a bid odd. Heartfelt descriptive - thoughts are with you! Mitch

Author's Reply:
Dear Paul,
my apologies for such a late reply.Thank you for your very helpful comment.I agree and i shall try to edit.I am quite unwell at present undergoing Chemotherapy, and also having contracted a chest infection,which has put a temporary stop to the chemo.So not a lot of inclination to do much.However, I shall be contributing and commenting again dreckly as they say in Cornwall.One must never lose one's sense of humour.Thank you once again, Peter.

sweetwater on 13-05-2016
one of those nights.
I have experienced many a night like this, although not for the same reason as you, I just can't sleep. I have never got up and made a cup of tea though. A very descriptive poem I love the pouring rain at two o'clock, that would have sent me to sleep. Sue. 🙂

Author's Reply:
Dear Sue,
apologies for this belated reply.Thank you for your comment.I am sorry you are having sleeping problems too.I am going through a difficult period at present,hence this late and short reply.Had one cycle of chemo,contracted a chest infection,and am therefore weak and listless at present.Feeling a bit better today, and re-starting Chemo on Thursday.Thank you once again, Peter xxx


European song contest.(A winner?) (posted on: 04-03-16)
A modern version of the old music hall song "Daisy,Daisy"I felt it was the right time to write this.

Britain.Britain,give us an answer do, We are anxious that you will join us too, It won't be an easy passage, So here is our message, If you join us There'll be no fuss, We just tell you what you can do. Peter.
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Bozzz on 05-03-2016
European song contest.(A winner?)
This reminds me of the terrible worldwide gaffe made in the Times in London. The main headline was "FOG IN THE CHANNEL, CONTINENT ISOLATED. The big head survives in your poem.... Yours...David

Author's Reply:
Hello David, thank you for the comment.Yes I remember that headline.I suppose one could always erect a wall,like Mr,Trump intends to do on the Mexican border.It would create many jobs.Good luck, Peter.


Confusion or Senility? (posted on: 04-03-16)
I have met so many confused people in my career,that I know this could well be true.Who knows,one day it may be me.

Looking in the mirror the other morn I was shocked what I did see, A wrinkled old face with lots of grey hair, Whoever could it be? I knew it wasn't the man from next door, Because his face is round and he's bald, Was it the bloke from the other side, Who is really getting old? No,it couldn't be either, How could they have got into the house? "Please come into the bathroom", I shouted to my spouse. She said:"What is the matter, Why are you shouting for me?" "I can't make out who this geezer is Who stares from the mirror at me?" "Oh dear, you silly old duffer, Can't you really see? The two faces in the mirror Are you Darling and me." Peter. 02-03-2916.
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Savvi on 04-03-2016
Confusion or Senility?
A sweet ending pommel to an all familiar face, hair cuts were my first version of this I remember thinking where is all that grey hair coming from as my locks tumbled to the floor. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Thank you Keith,yes it is coming to all of us.Be lucky, Pommer.

Mikeverdi on 04-03-2016
Confusion or Senility?
Sign me up for this, I don't even know what day it is half the time.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,know the feeling.Have signed you up to the GER (General Elderly Register).Note, Not geriatric.Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 05-03-2016
Confusion or Senility?
Oh that wretched second, published daily by the shave. The realisation that one is going not coming. Aha, I have found a solution to eternal life - it is the beard. But sadly it costs a lot more to have it trimmed by the barber every month than the price of thirty shaves at home. The rich with beards live longer. Yours in fear - great stuff Peter - David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David,I find your comments most encouraging.However I am not growing a beard.Why?Because I am afraid that I might look like a resurrected Rasputin,or that I might be mistaken for an illegal.Wishing you all the best for the weekend, Peter.


EU Nursery Rhymes (posted on: 29-02-16)
Indescribably silly.

Cameron,Cameron,where have you been? I have been in Europe for Country and Queen. Cameron,Cameron what did you do there? I talked and debated,discussed and berated Until I thought I had got somewhere. Cameron,Cameron don't be a fool, Eurocrats usually overrule Anything they said they would do, Negating their promises at some future date To achieve the creation of a political state. Cameron ,Cameron now that you are back You have many a Tory on your back There is Johnson and Gove, and many a cove convinced you have lost the knack. Hickerey ,hickery hike, Boris Johnson on his bike Riding to Downing Street Again and again, Will he ever be in number Ten? Goliath EU sits on a wall, Goliath EU is riding for a fall, And all his associates And all their men Won't be able to put him together again. Like the old lady who lived in a shoe Europe has so many migrants It doesn't know what to do. She gives them shelter from the storm And good social handouts too.
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Bozzz on 29-02-2016
EU Nursery Rhymes
Loved this, Peter. You have fired a scattergun at the whole process with great touches of our English nursery rhymes.
'Fuchs du has de ganse geschtollen' (awful spelling-pure guesswork).I learned this one when I was 10 years old. We had a lovely German nurse for several years. My best, David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comment.I like the German Nursery Rhyme,Your spelling as you say is guesswork,but phonetically OK.It should be, "Fuchs Du hast die Gans gestohlen,gib sie wieder her sonst wird Dich der Jaeger holen mit dem Schiessgewehr..... Yes that brings back memories.As for the German Nurse, I had one of them she was lovely too, but I was a lot older then ten.Ha.HA.Be lucky, Peter.

pdemitchell on 29-02-2016
EU Nursery Rhymes
Political points produced perfect parody. Peace. Paul

Author's Reply:
Thank you Paul for your comment, as you say:Peace.be lucky, Peter

sweetwater on 01-03-2016
EU Nursery Rhymes
Loved it, a grown up version of a nursery rhyme that should continue through the pages of time as all the best ones do, a spoken memory of our own years as we lived them. Sue 🙂

Author's Reply:
Dear Sue, your comments are much appreciated as always. Thank you,perhaps someone may recite them one day.Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 03-03-2016
EU Nursery Rhymes
HaHaHa! Well done Peter, great fun even if it is a bit more than that.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
thank you for your comment, which is much appreciated as usual. Haven't heard much from you lately which makes me presume that you are having a bit of a difficult time.I hope chemo is not too bad.I was so pleased some months ago to be discharged, but unfortunately it was short lived.I am presently on the watch and wait scheme at Haematology.That's life.
Yes Mike it is a bit of fun, but as you say there is much more to it.How will it end? Best wishes to you and Lesley, your friend Peter.


Referendum.(In or Out?) (posted on: 19-02-16)
I just had to.

Really Exciting Fascinating Era Rallied European Nations Displaying Untold Might How will it end? E.W.Peters. 18-02-2016.
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Pronto on 19-02-2016
Referendum.(In or Out?)
I know you had to mate and I can't say I blame you!

It'll all end in tears, recrimination and, worst of all, expensively for the hard pressed British tax payer as usual.


Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment. You are right mate,the poor taxpayer.Peter.

Andrea on 19-02-2016
Referendum.(In or Out?)
Hopefully out. If the UK leaves, I might return home 🙂 It's certainly a bloody mess here...

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea.I hope you will return home,they can do without you.Let them sort out their own bloody mess.Hope you are well, Peter xxx

pdemitchell on 20-02-2016
Referendum.(In or Out?)
I live in wales where they can't sell off the NHS just yet unlike Wiltshire NHS children services in the hands of the bearded beadle, Mr Branson!

I always get told how much Europe costs us and I say "tell me, how much did two world wards cost us then?" {sighs} Best. Paul

Author's Reply:
Hi Paul, thank you for your reply.Point taken.Best wishes, Peter.

Bozzz on 25-02-2016
Referendum.(In or Out?)
Ins and Outs.
Both have their snouts.
In profits trough.
Become a toff.

We are both exempt. I am not a royalist, but will vote as the Queen does - if still here. It is not for Baby Boris - see my next posting tomorrow !! My best...David


Author's Reply:
Thank you David,I am gradually fed up with it all.I hope the Queen will still be here,At least you still have one, to whom everyone seem to rally in times of need.Have a look at my Nursery Rhyme bit of one of my daft ideas. Be lucky, your friend Peter.


Dear Mother.(15-02-2016) (posted on: 19-02-16)
Whilst I do not believe in the hereafter I often think of my long deceased mother, a very strong willed person who I am sure would communicate with me if she could.This is my way of communicating with her.

Dear Mother, it is exactly ninety years ago today that you gave life to me.I know you won't be able to read this letter as you are no longer with us,and also as I am writing this in English,which is not your language.However, I am certain that you will find a way to understand my thoughts on this very special day. I would like to thank you so much for having been a wonderful mother to me during the very few years you and I were able to be together.You taught me all you knew,and made sure that I grew up to be an honest ,decent caring human being.You also taught me that there is no such thing as being too difficult.Whenever I came across one of life's difficulties in my early years you used to tell me to say "I will",and it helped me a lot.I am still using that advice to this day. When I had to leave home during those dreadful years of strife life must have been very difficult for you,especially as you were not in the best of health.I cannot imagine what it must have been like for you when you did not hear from me for ten months,not knowing whether I was alive or dead.When you finally heard the jubilation was great, as you told me later, but it would be another ten years before we would see each other again.Your long informative lovely letters kept me going all that time. Well, you know the rest,well almost.You paid me the greatest compliment when you finally met Edna by telling me that I could not have found a nicer person then her in my own land.Thank you, I agree. So here we are, me still chatting to you as if you were here sitting next to me.Perhaps there is some sort of telepathy for you and I to communicate.I am sure there is. I am ninety today,and I have four grandchildren and three great grandsons.They all have heard of you and seen the few photos we have.None of this would have been possible without you. I shall have to close now.Dearest Mum,thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have done for me.Who knows,perhaps one day we shall meet again? With all my never ending love, Your Peter.
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pdemitchell on 20-02-2016
Dear Mother.(15-02-2016)
Happy Birthday and blessings, Peter, to both you and your dear mother. Paul

Author's Reply:
Hello Paul, thank you so much for your kind wishes on my 90th birthday to myself and my long gone mother.Bless you, Peter.


Sleeplessness. (posted on: 15-02-16)
Just a try.

I N ever ever S leep very soundly O nly in short snatches M oping when I'm lying awake N ight after dreary night I n anticipation of A rrival of dawn. WHY
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shadow on 15-02-2016
Sleeplessness.
Clever - I don't usually go for acrostics, but this is a good one. Hope you weren't kept awake too long thinking it up.

Author's Reply:
Hi Shadow, no I wasn't awake for too long thinking this one up,but I slept better for it afterwards. Thank you, be lucky Peter.

sweetwater on 15-02-2016
Sleeplessness.
Now that is empty time well spent, I have asked the final question on far too many occasions unfortunately. Well written and unusual poem 🙂 sue .

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading my acrostic and commenting.Peter xx

pdemitchell on 15-02-2016
Sleeplessness.
I'm acrostic too. I don't believe in the existence of

Geriatric
Old
Dufus.

Heh


Author's Reply:
Hi Paul, comments much appreciated.Dear
Old
Geriatric. ( That's me, (90 years old yesterday.)
Be lucky, Peter.

Pronto on 15-02-2016
Sleeplessness.
Always a difficult one to answer. I find meditation helps enormously. The acrostic shows how much thought you've given to this. I liked it.

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto, thank you for your comment,I too meditate and it does help.I am glad you nliked my little effort. Peter.

Mikeverdi on 17-02-2016
Sleeplessness.
Sleep is such an underrated experience, for those of us who suffer from the lack of it night after night, one good night is winning the lottery. Nice touch with this one old friend.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
Thank you for your comment,you are right, it is like a lottery,but I have never been lucky in any lottery, except the lottery of life.I don't think I shall win this insomnia lottery.I hope that you and Lesley are allright.I have been through a bit of a sticky patch lately, and it is really not over yet.Still, I must not grumble, there are a lot of people worse off then me.Be lucky, your friend Peter.


Degree Crazy. (posted on: 12-02-16)
I could not resist penning this tirade after reading various statements in the press.I am not against degrees, having one myself, I hasten to say not in Nursing,but I think we pay too little attention to all the other opportunities there are for young people.

To become a Nurse you need a degree The same may apply to become a PC. It makes me wonder where will it all end This degree crazy"educational"trend? I trained a s a nurse in the year dot, As an apprentice learned a lot. Many others who were just like me Became good nurses without a degree. We often discussed in many a session Is nursing a trade or a profession? What does it matter, let us be fair As long as a nurse is able to care. The shortage of nurses caused by this trend Means recruiting nurses from many a land. Some speak good English, others do not It doesn't seem to matter to employers a lot. There are many good people in this land Who would love to offer a caring hand, But who lack the education for a degree Therefore can't train as you can see. Let's turn back the clock to days gone by When caring people like you and I Were taught all their essential skills Without any high educational frills. If we could turn to those days again I am sure there would be a lot to gain. No more shortage of nurses in this land More local nurses on the other hand. The more I look at the question of care The more I shake my head in despair. Our trade is losing its good reputation Insulting good carers of this nation. Now if the police need PCs with a degree What will the future of law and order be? Will law and order be in disarray too? Who will protect people like me and you? Where will the well known Bobby be The man on the beat without a degree? Who will replace him to cover his plot, Someone who's clever, but knows not a lot? My advice to the powers to be Leave well alone and you might see That law and order of this land Are placed firmly in capable hands. Promises of changes are now the norm, The latest is the need for prison reform. I wonder what the changes will be Three years terms to obtain a degree? All these are the signs of our time Is there any reason or rhyme? Will an ex-convict with a degree commit a more educated felony? Must give up now, can't say anymore, There is a knock at the kitchen door. Is it a nurse,or a copper for me? Or perhaps a conman with a degree. E.W.Peters. 10-02-2016.
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Bozzz on 12-02-2016
Degree Crazy.
Hi Peter, I find it difficult to know who is mainly to blame for this degree nonsense. Is it the employers or the Unions or the Government? Certainly not the patients who can recognise good care when they see it - and feel it. I suspect it is because there was an undoubted need to give nurses more of a career promotion ladder, but they made a foolish choice of method. With you all the way and how is your situation – hope it has improved – we seem to stumble from one awkwardness to the next at our age. As for me, my latest MRI scan shows my liver as recovering from the damage done during my gall bladder op, which creates an opportunity for me to die of old age – great stuff. Go carefully and cannily….Yours aye, David


Author's Reply:
Hi David,thank you so much for your comment.I feel that if blame for this nonsense needs to be attached to someone,it should rest firmly on the shoulders of my own profession and the politicians who want everybody to be a graduate. I can remember tutors who welcomed the change in my trade with open arms.as they immediately became University lecturers.As for my latest news, I have finally overcome the side effects of the antibiotic prescribed to fight a chest infection. made me feel really weak.I now have to see what next.I might have to have more chemo.by looks of things.Still,I shall soldier on ,being a patient and a full time carer.I am so glad David that your scan showed some good news.Whilst I don't like the idea of dying of old age, it is still better then dying young.Take care, and be lucky, Peter.Best wishes to you both.

shadow on 12-02-2016
Degree Crazy.
I certainly take your point. The trouble with this modern obsession with degrees (and other qualifications,) is that somehow having a bit of paper to say you have the knowledge has become more important than actually having the knowledge.

Author's Reply:
Hi Shadow,how right you are.I Once heard a chap referring to a very educated politician as an educated idiot,and as you insinuate there are many of them about.Thank you for your comment, Peter,

sweetwater on 13-02-2016
Degree Crazy.
Last year I popped into my local PDSA charity shop they were advertising for volunteers to help in the shop, sorting, unpacking donations etc,. I expected a quick chat and that would be that, but no, page after page of application forms to fill in, going into great depth as to why I wanted the job, any qualifications, and more. I didnt bother! What has happened to common sense and just plain old basic experience, that can be built upon anyway? Great poem, and very current. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue, yes, what has the world come to? There doesn't seem to be any more common sense.Your experience no doubt shows why more people don't volunteer for jobs like that.Thank you for your comment, Peter xxx


Blody Foreigners.(contd}. (posted on: 01-02-16)
The continuing story of ,Enry and Effel.

Effel was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of Rosie Lea,reading the "Sun" and having her early morning fag when 'Enry came lumbering down the Apples and Pears. "Cup of Rosie Effel and a fry up". "Please wouldn't come amiss.You were late coming home last night from the George,'Enry". "So what, can't a man 'ave a quiet drink at the boozer wivout being timed?" "You want to be careful wiv your drinking 'Enry,it says in the paper that seven pints of beer is the weekly limit to stay 'ealthy.Anyfink above that can cause cancer". "Who said? I suppose it,s some bloody researcher from a foreign University.I've been drinking four pints of ale every night of me life,and now I'm in me eighties I'm not going to change me 'abits.Me old Dad, God bless 'is soul,died at ninety eight wivout getting cancer,and 'e drank even more then me. They are always finking of somefink new to 'urt the working man.I suppose they want us all to drink bleeding wine to boost the profits of the bloody wine merchants.Not on your Nelly,I shall carry on as I've done all me life". "Well perhaps is all in the genes, 'ealf and longivety and that". "You leave bloody jeans out of it,anover foreign bloody invention.What's wrong wiv good old corduroy trousers for the working man? We don't need them American trousers,and whereis me bloody fry up?" "Keep you ,air on ,'Enry,it's bloody coming you old sod. I've only got one pair of 'ands". "That's anover fink Effel,they say too much sugar is bad for you.What would a cup of Rosie be wivout free spoons of sugar? Just because they proved in Mexico that the use of sugar has gone down don't mean that we ought to introduce a sugar tax.Bloody rubbish,it's just a racket to get more money off the working man.I bet that was fought of in the European Union.Those bloody foreigners try to dictate to us all the time". "'ere you are ,'Enry,your fry up.'ope it bloody chokes yer you bloody boozy old sod, but I loves yer just the same, always 'ave done all me life". "I know girl ,and I loves yer too.Life ain't the same anymore.Effel.Every day there is somefink new what some person wiv a foreign name has fought of.Do you remember when we were told to go to work on an egg?Soon afterwards someone said egg is bad for yer.Anover one was drink a pint of milk a day,the it was said milk is bad for yer. All that worry about 'eart disease and the scare that yer might become a diabolicer,and so on. The mind boggles." "You mean diabetic 'Enry, not diabolicer". "Whatever,all these foreign words get me down.It's like all them foreigners taking our jobs.Look at our bloody 'ealf centre.Dr. Grab, or whatever 'is name is can't even speak English like what you and I do. When I went to the 'ealf centre the over day to ask 'im about me getting up about free or four times a night to have a Jimmy I found he ain't there anymore.They got anover loco or what it's called ,a youngster wiv a funny name. I fink it is Gedumaroff,or somefink like that.He took some blood of me for a test ,and put on a pair of gloves to shove 'is finger up me arse.'e called that a PR.I fought PR means public relations.Now I know it means poking your finger up someone's arse.He remarked that me prostrate was was bigger then it should be". "'e meant your prostate,'Enry,prostrate is when yer are lying down and PR means per rectum". "Why didn't 'e say so? And,'e said it might not be anyfink serious,but the test will tell.However he told me that some new medical research revealed that a man should have a climax every day, and if 'e can't 'ave normal sex,he should mastricate whatever that is". "'e meant masturbate ,'Enry, that means having a wank" "Why didn't 'e bloody say so,instead of using that bloody foreign word?Shouldn't work in this country if 'e can't speak the lingo.I asked yer, sex, wanking,chance would be a fine fink,Can't even get me pecker up these days.Wait till I see 'im again, I'll tell 'im.". "Don't get worked up about it 'Enry,it won't change nofink.You ain't the only one what 'as to cope wiv all these foreign people.You want to see all these people at the supermarket.I don'tknow wherbthey all come from,the only one at Tesco's that's not foreign is a lovely Irish lass,but I can never understand'er properly.It sems to me that all the youngsters what wer born i Beffnal greenhave gone abroad like our 'Enry and 'Enrietta. They are doing allright in Australia,but she told me the over night on the dog that the place is getting full of foreigners.It's the same everywhere 'Enry,so don't grumble too much,it won't change nofink", "I know girl,but it don't alter the fact that this dear old country is being overrun wiv bloody foreigners.It's all the fault of them toffee-nosed gits from Eton and 'Arrow what call themselves politicians.All them bastards are after is making money,seek glory,and make their name in 'istory.I'm glad I'm the age what I bloody am. Come on girl,I'll get our pensions from the Post Office,while you go cleaning for Mrs.Tinteretto, another foreigner,and we can meet at the George for a couple of pints and some bangers and mash". E.W.Peters, 31-01-2016.
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Frustration. (posted on: 29-01-16)
A political rant of mine written after reading some of our papers.

I didn't intent to,but I must Express feelings of disgust, Feelings of intense frustration At the decline of this old nation. No one ever seems to care, Greed is prominent everywhere, People who were once Mods and Rockers Are now referred to as "Bed blockers". There is no money for their care, Governments spend it everywhere Except at home for the nation's health Squandering people's hard earned wealth. Twenty million pounds for language lessons, Another few millions for parenting sessions, Compensation for a fraudulent claim Sheer greed the lawyers and claimants aim. This last one gives one a real fright Soon soldiers will be unwilling to fight, Their actions might end in a claim Against them, it's a bloody shame. Now here is another bungle Thousands of immigrants in the "Jungle" Wanting to get to the UK Whatever can one do or say? There are many for whom there is a need, But some of them just exploit and feed, Feed of other peoples' Plight, Boarding ferries and trains by night. Where will it ever end? What will become of this land? Why should this bother me and you? After all there is always the EU. The unelected men in Brussels Are already flexing their muscles For the forthcoming event, The end of the British Parliament. I've come to the end of my rant, I have said all I meant, I say to you my friend: I hope you understand. E.W.Peters. 28-01-2016.
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Savvi on 29-01-2016
Frustration.
Frustrations shared by many I would think, well penned Pommer

Author's Reply:
Thank you Savvi,I am sure you are right. Be lucky,Peter.

ifyouplease on 29-01-2016
Frustration.
as you said, unelected men in Brussels. faceless if i may add! who are they? and i have the strongest antipathy for their politics! well said.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment .I am glad I am not the only one who feels like that.Peter.

pdemitchell on 29-01-2016
Frustration.
Ummmm, the UK media is controlled by the likes of Rothschild, Rothermere, Murdoch and presents endless 'immigrant' stories as the Mail did when it supported the blackshirts in the 30s. Just stop and think about the TIMING of the 'English Lessons story' - not only did it carry a deportation 'sting' but the real aim was to flood the press with 'burkhas and umbrage' as our entire steel industry DIED quietly not because of Europe but because of cheap and subsidised Chinese steel. It also overshadowed the story about £120 BILLION salted off-shore every year and compare that with the endless scroungers focussed on a 'DWP-estimated' £1.2 billion fraud. I do shop scroungers but I also deal with the sheer misery of benefit caps and 3000 disabled people dying WITHIN TWO WEEKS OF BEING DECLARED FIT FOR WORK and shoved on the lower rate of ESA about £75 a week. By all means froth lyrically at illegals and their exploiters as I do) and froth at genuine 'scroungers' (as I do) but Lordy, let's all go froth-deluxe on the BIG villains: the ones who sold off all our assets on the cheap and bimbo-bamboozle the ones low on the socio-economic ladder to piss on those on the one rung below. This is the Goebbels-reality of 'trickle-down economics'. Paul

Author's Reply:
Thank you Paul for your helpful comments.I see that we see eye to eye in many ways.I too despise the real villains of the piece,and the damage they not only have done, but also the damage they still continue to do.Being almost90 years old, (in two weeks time),I am only concerned of what will happen to the future generations of this land and the world in general.I agree with your Goebbels "trickle down economy"idea.I lived during the days of that regime,and the mighty propaganda machine.Coming to this country has given me the privilege of free speech,and my greatest worry is that people might lose it one day in a European political union.Let us hope that the "Big Villains " won't gamble this away.Thank you once more Paul for commenting, Peter.

Pronto on 30-01-2016
Frustration.
And there are those who say we should stay in the EU and await the development of the "Bigger picture" but the whole system is corrupt from bottom to top.It will implode and drown in it's own shit.
God I wish I'd written this great rant Peter!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto.Corruption is the word.The country is being robbed of its sovereignity.Peter.

Bozzz on 31-01-2016
Frustration.
Peter, the cruelty and repression that characterised our behaviour when creating the British Empire has made us over sensitive to the problems we left behind. This is why we donate such large sums to less developed countries – it is guilt money and most goes to sharks. Yes it is time we called a halt. My best…David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David.There will always be empire builders who will cause problems for those following.
Going through another bad patch,sorry being so short with my reply.Best wishes, Peter.


Another Limerick. (posted on: 22-01-16)
This one came to me when finding an old mouth organ my mother sent me years ago,knowing my love for playing.

Young Mick loved to play his harmonica To entertain his girlfriend Veronica, She wouldn't make love, He gave her the shove, When he met a nympho,named Monica. E.W.Peters. 21-01-2016.
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Pronto on 23-01-2016
Another Limerick.
Ha ha good fun write mate made me giggle>

Author's Reply:
Hi,Glad you liked.Have a good weekend, Peter


Granddad's 65th birthday. (posted on: 15-01-16)
The idea of this little story came to me when remembering a little daft rhyme my father used to recite to me when I was a child.I hope the story will amuse someone.

Granddad's birthday had finally arrived.As it was a special occasion the whole family had gathered at his home to celebrate. It had always been the custom for the youngest member of the clan to recite a specially composed poem to Granddad.This time it was Freddie's turn. His mother had composed a little easy poem for him to recite,and they had been rehearsing it for a few days.It went as follows:Happy Birthday Granddad Your age I shall not mention, But I know that from this day on You will receive your pension. Freddie tried to remember the words,and the moment had finally arrived.His mother told him to stand in front of Granddad and recite the poem. There he was now,little mite,with all his aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters all looking at him in anticipation.His mum gave him an encouraging smile. He got a bit nervous, overwhelmed by the occasion,but at a nod from his mother he started: Happy Birthday Granddad Your age I shall not ????? He looked at his Mum,who was most embarrassed,and who tried to help by mouthing the next word,but Granddad intervened,telling Freddie not to worry and to recite something he might have learned at school. Now as it happened they had discussed food production,and in particular the chain and its happening from the pig farm to the butcher's shop. Freddie smiled,he knew what he would recite.It was easy:You poor old pig I am so sad In a very short time You will be dead. There was dead silence in the room,but Granddad once again broke the ice by complementing young Freddie. Freddie's mother was most embarrassed,but all ended well by Granddad having a wonderful65th birthday surrounded by all his family. (I wonder what Freddie's mother had to say afterwards)? E.W.Peters. 13-01-2016.
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Bozzz on 16-01-2016
Granddads 65th birthday.
I do hope Freddie's mother recognised the virtue of frankness afterwards. Nice little event - hope I will get the same from my grandchildren ! My best love to you Peter...David

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sweetwater on 16-01-2016
Granddads 65th birthday.
Haha, what luck grandad had a sense of humour, I expect he thought himself lucky he wasn't the pig. A lovely story, left me smiling. 🙂 Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your comment.I am so pleased that the story left you smiling.I had hoped it would. Peter xxx


A memorable Christmas. (posted on: 27-11-15)
The Christmas of 1945 will always be in my memory,and it is understandable that I shall always be thinking of that time this time every year.I learned a lot that day about some of my fellow country men.I am in no way bitter, but I was most upset at the time.

It is seventy years ago this Christmas Eve That we stood in the pouring rain Surrounded by barbed wire and camp police In a camp on a Belgian plain. We had arrived from Germany Where we had been interned Since the end of World War Two And we were most concerned. What was the reason for us being here On Christmas Eve in the rain? We asked the police the question why, But our asking was in vain. They were German citizens like us, But they were whiter then white, Running about like guard dogs Spouting a lot of shite. If you have any goodies from home You better give them to us, The Tommies will take them later Making a lot of fuss. There we stood for hours Getting wetter all the time, Why did we have to stand there? There was no reason or rhyme. Finally we were allocated Our quarters in some huts, No British guard came near us, We had almost been driven nuts. No one took what little we had, As the camp police had said, Being treated like that by fellow Germans Was really bloody sad. E.W.Peters. 26-11-2015.
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Bozzz on 29-11-2015
A memorable Christmas.
The aftermath of a sudden cease of war leaves many unsettled issues, I guess you were a victim of that scene - not a cause for celebration. One can understand your bitterness, a good poem Peter, despite the hardship.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for commenting.Yes they were unsettled horrible times for millions of people,I was only one.I am not bitter now, that is all long in the past,but difficult to forget.My best wishes to you and your wife,I am so glad you have her to look after you.Good carers are rare these days. Be lucky, Your friend Peter.


Unforgiveable crime. (posted on: 27-11-15)
Atrocious

A monster from Braunau am Inn Committed the most heinous sin Killed all those With wrong shape of nose Poor souls had no chance to win. E.W.Peters. 26-11-2015.
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gwirionedd on 28-11-2015
Unforgiveable crime.
A Hitlimerick!

I like it, Herr Pommer. Although you do know that limericks are meant to be light-hearted and funny, ja?




Author's Reply:
Thank you for comment and your naming this kind of rhyme.I like the "Hitlimerick".Of course I know that Limericks should be funny, but I could not resist writing this.A bit of a daft idea.Thank you Archie.Jetzt ist es bald Weihnachten.Hope you will have a good one in the motherland.Best wishes Peter.

Bozzz on 28-11-2015
Unforgiveable crime.
Hi Peter, I think I understand the point you are making and the reason you have chosen to do it - very brave. Yours aye, David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, I thought you would understand thinking. Peter.


WHEN ? (posted on: 20-11-15)
Recent events in Paris prompted me to think about the state of the world once again.

When will we ever learn to live In perfect harmony? When will we ever learn to respect All of humanity? When will we ever realise That everyone should be freed? No matter what their colour, No matter what their creed, No matter what their background, Freedom is everyone's need. When will we stop fighting each others? When will all feuds ever end? People often ask:Where is God? But the world's fate is in man's hand. E.W.Peters. 18-11-2015.
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Pronto on 20-11-2015
WHEN ?
I heard a line in an old movie: "There will never be peace on Earth until the last general has been strangled with the intestines of the last politician!"
I just hope mankind stays around long enough to expel all religious superstition and evolves.
Like this a lot mate.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony, thank you for reading and commenting.I agree with the line you quoted,there is only one problem at present, where do we find the intestines of politicians, as none of the present ones have any guts.Ha,Ha.Thank you again, Peter.


Autumn Thoughts. (posted on: 20-11-15)
a seasonal composition.

Another season has almost gone Like so many have before, Leaves are falling off the trees Piling up against our door. Days are getting shorter And the nights seem very long, I sit here in vain and listen To catch a birdies song. Migrating birds have departed Flown off to lands far away Squirrels are collecting nuts Hoarding them For a winter's day. Autumn weather has arrived With strong winds and lots of rain, I keep looking for a ray of sunshine But my looking is in vain. Halloween has been and gone, Advent will soon be here Leading up to Christmas A most wonderful time of the year. But then it will be Winter With frost and ice and snow, We'll be sitting by the fire In the embers warming glow. Soon after that the New Year begins With New Year's resolutions Meant to stop some of our sins And we hope for absolution. But resolutions seem in vain Bad habits always start up again. Like every other year, Spring will soon be here With sunshine and returning birds And wild flowers everywhere. Thoughts of winter have gone at last, And dismal days are rare. E.W.Peters. 18-11-2015.
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gwirionedd on 20-11-2015
Autumn Thoughts.
Das Herbst ist meine Lieblingsjahreszeit!

So frisch, und knackig, und romantisch...



Author's Reply:
Recht vielen Dank Archie,Mir gefallen die herbstlichen Farben Natur ist so wunderbar. Gruess Dich, Peter.

Pronto on 20-11-2015
Autumn Thoughts.
Hi Peter, yes, you remind us very well how time is flying fast and we'll all be another year older sooner than we think. No wonder we drink at Christmas.
Keep smiling mate,
Tony

Author's Reply:
Thank you Tony for reading and commenting.Time goes faster the older one gets. Be lucky, Peter.

ValDohren on 20-11-2015
Autumn Thoughts.
Lovely Peter - time seems to pass so quickly, it will soon be spring again !
Enjoyed reading this journey through the ensuing season.
Val Xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val. yes, it will soon be spring again.I am glad you enjoyed my little poem.Peter xxx

sweetwater on 20-11-2015
Autumn Thoughts.
I feel I have been fast forwarded through the harsher months and already arrived in the spring, the way you have written it each line seems to go at break neck speed. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole ride. 🙂 Sue. Xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, I am so glad you enjoyed the ride.I hoped somebody would.My hopes have not been in vain.Thank you, Peter xxx


Wild Grey Geese. (posted on: 16-11-15)
This poem has been on my mind for some weeks, but lack of time prevented me from posting.Alison's "Flight of Fancy" prompted me to send it off.The third stanza is a memory of a Prisoner of War Camp in Longniddry near Edinburgh.

I watched you when I was a child At the coast of the blue Baltic Sea. I watched you when I got older At the coast of North West Germany. Then just like you I went away To join a force all dressed in grey To lose my old home for evermore Because of a dreadful war. I saw your mighty formations Winging its way through the skies Crossing borders of many nations Screaming your mournful cries. I often wished I could join you Be free to fly away too, But my orders were to stay Where we stood, come what may. And then I saw you once again Whooshing through the sky Your scream now much more joyful You were flying home, passing by. How I wished ,that when I saw you, I could fly to my home too, Growing wings, lift myself in the air, Why can life be so unfair? Those thoughts are all in the past now But often return to my mind When I see your familiar formation The one so distinct of its kind. I consider it great fun To watch the Arabic figure One Winging its way through the air Life is now much easier to bear. Ernst-Wilhelm Peters. 15-11-2015.
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stormwolf on 16-11-2015
Wild Grey Geese.
Beautifully poignant Peter.
You remind us that we are all the same in our humanity and the terrible price of wars on ordinary people.
I realise so many of us yearn to share the freedom of the wild geese especially as our world descends once more into darkness and chaos.
Thanks for sharing
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for reading and commenting.Yes, it seems to be starting again.Those daily tragedies seem never ending.Will humanity ever see a light shining through the darkness and gloom?
It is always the ordinary people who are the sufferers.I am pleased that you liked my feeble attempt at an ode.Best wishes, hoping that you are not being swept away by the strong winds, or even flooded, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 16-11-2015
Wild Grey Geese.
No critique for this Peter, far too heart felt for the need. Hope all is still okay with you and Edna old friend. The cost of war is counted by everyone.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for reading and commenting.Edna and I are reasonably well. We hope that you two are too.Peter.

ValDohren on 16-11-2015
Wild Grey Geese.
Beautiful Peter. Just a couple of comments - first line second verse, should it not read 'your' rather than 'you.' Also, I would exchange the word whooshing for wheeling. Just a personal view, but you may prefer it as it is.
In any event, it's a great poem.
Val xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Valerie for your comments. I must say the first line second verse is an editing error on my part. You are right of course.As for your second comment I feel I must leave it as it is. The reason I wrote whooshing, is the very distinct sound heard, and made by the moving wings when the birds fly overhead. It is really quite loud and as I say whooshing for the choice of a better description. Thank you once more for reading and commenting.Peter xxx

Pronto on 16-11-2015
Wild Grey Geese.
Wow Peter what feeling you evoke on the futility of war and the juxtaposition of the free geese. So near they are yet so far in terms of freedom. Whoosh on my friend

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto for reading, understanding and commenting. Be lucky,Peter.

sweetwater on 17-11-2015
Wild Grey Geese.
This is a lovely, very poignant poem, love the way it rhymes and flows. So beautiful. Sue,xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for reading and commenting.This was my first attempt at an Ode.I am glad you liked this contribution. Your word encourage me.Peter xxx


Limerick. (posted on: 09-11-15)
After reading Boooz's contribution concerning certain Dunlop protectors I could not resist writing this.

A East Anglian lad named Billie, Was very proud of his Willie, Thick and strong, Nine inches long It had satisfied many a fillie. Peter, 08-11-2015.
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Pronto on 09-11-2015
Limerick.
Very witty Peter I love rude limericks especially when I'm drunk (Which is never of course) 😉

Author's Reply:
Thank you my friend.I am glad to hear that you never get drunk, that saves you having to put up with my rude limericks.Thank you for commenting. Peter.

Bozzz on 10-11-2015
Limerick.
A laugh a time with you these days, but of course I was deeply shocked that to think that my words had inspired such a terrible rude rhyme - oh goodness gracious me! ...David

Author's Reply:
Well, well,Here I was thinking I could not shock you,but here we are.Thank you for reading my rude contributions anyway.Don't seem to have the time to write something decent these days.By the way I owe you an apology for not having answered your question re.:flooding.Yes we live in the Otter valley, but most of our flooding comes from irresponsible developments ignoring sewage requirements.We have been allrght so far this year. Hope you will be as well. Thank you for your comment my friend, Peter.

ValDohren on 10-11-2015
Limerick.
Sounds more like a horse than a lad Peter !!
Val xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, yes, I agree.Of course the fillie at the end could be a horse, if Billie was a stallion.Thank you, Peter xxx

sweetwater on 12-11-2015
Limerick.
I am seriously hoping Billie was a horse, otherwise the last line has very unpleasant undertones! Naughty rhyme made me smile.x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue,
I see your point, very unpleasant indeed.I think it is most likely in the readers mind how to interpret the limerick.Still I am glad it made you smile.Peter xxx


More limericks. (posted on: 02-11-15)
Having little time my contributions must be short.Here are two, one for everyone, and one for German speakers.

An impoverished lady from Ware Said"Why should I bloody care? To hell with society And to hell with propriety I shall go and solicit my ware. Ein gemeiner Bauer Namen's Otto Hatte einen Gewinn auf dem Lotto. Er rief seine Frau, Komm her Du alte Sau, In Zukunft Geiz ist mein Motto.
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gwirionedd on 02-11-2015
More limericks.
Wouldn't it scan better if you said

"Ein gemeiner Bauer heißt Otto"?

and maybe an ending like...

"In Zukunft ist Geiz ja mein Motto"




Author's Reply:
Hi Archie,
thank you for your comment and advice.Ich habe daran gedacht,aber ich will es lieber lassen als es ist.Vielen Dank, Peter.

Mikeverdi on 02-11-2015
More limericks.
Don't know German, but the English made me chuckle 😂😂😂
Great stuff Peter.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
I am glad this made you chuckle.I hope you are getting better.I had another emergency admission to the Hospital 2 weeks ago, Another slight stroke.Diagnosed with atrial fibrillation, and am now on Digoxin and anti- coagulants.It is never easy in old age,but I try to keep cheerful.Life goes on,and the bloody newspapers don't help with all the doom and gloom.Edna is very stable at present, so my caring role is not too ardent.I hope that you both are keeping as well as possible, Once more thank you for reading my feeble contributions,be lucky,your friend Peter.

Mikeverdi on 05-11-2015
More limericks.
Very sorry to here about your latest health issue, it's shit getting old. 😊
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your concern.Well "c'est la vie". Peter


Leaders. (posted on: 30-10-15)
A little experiment for me,thought I would share my first clerihew.

George Bush and Tony Blair, Talking a lot of hot air Went for a walk for a while In their stupid gunslingers style. E.W.Peters. 28-10-2015.
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sweetwater on 01-11-2015
Leaders.
I enjoyed this, made me smile. Are not the majority of politicians exactly the same ? Ahh well nothing changes there does it. 🙂 Sue,

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
I am glad it made you smile.Yes, you are right, no matter which country they are in they all seem the same, and if there are any decent ones they soon get rejected by their peers. Thank you for reading and commenting. Peter xxx

Pronto on 01-11-2015
Leaders.
Very witty Peter what a pity so many are still paying for their 'gun slinger's style' You made me grin though! 😉


Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto,thank you for reading and commenting.Unfortunately it is always the poor suckers who pay.Peter.


A bi-lingual Limerick. (posted on: 26-10-15)
I thought it might be an idea to try this.

A fellow called Franz Schmidt Was having a quiet shit, He cried out:"No paper, Vot a caper", Vot mein arschloch I vipe mit? E.W.Peters. 25-10-2015.
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gwirionedd on 26-10-2015
A bi-lingual Limerick.
Beautiful... Brought a tear to my Denglisch eye...



Author's Reply:
Thank you Archie, I could not resist this one when it came into my mind.It would to mine too,wenn ich kein Papier habe. Brennessel are not same.Be lucky, Peter.

Andrea on 26-10-2015
A bi-lingual Limerick.
Hahaha - brilliant!

Author's Reply:
Dear Andrea,I am glad you liked this one. I had an inkling you might.Thank you for reading and commenting.You might not hear from me for a while, as I had another TIA last Thursday.I am not feeling too bad, but very weak.Have to regain my strength with the odd drop of John Daniel Ha Ha .( wishful thinking)I won't have a lot of time to spend on the web,but perhaps I shall post a few more of my collection of Limericks.With thanks and best wishes,hoping you are well.Peter xxx

Andrea on 27-10-2015
A bi-lingual Limerick.
I am so sorry to hear about your TIA Peter. Hope you feel better soon. And it would be lovely to read more of your limericks!

With love,

Ax

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Two more. (posted on: 19-10-15)
No description needed.

A pretty young lady from Iver Thought she was Lady Godiva, Straddled her horse, Naked of course, And also did tricks for a fiver. A parliamentarian named Brunt Sat on the Bench in front, Waffled a bit, Talked lots of shit, In fact he was a bit of a ... (wait for it ) Runt. (I bet you thought I would use a different description). Peter.
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stormwolf on 19-10-2015
Two more.
Another welcome dose of nonsense. I must be reverting to my second childhood in my old age. Mind you, nothing better than a laugh, that's wot I say.

Keep 'em coming. I think you have discovered your forte. just saying. 😉

Alison x

Author's Reply:
i Alison,
Glad you liked this bit of nonsense as you call it.Having only short spans of time at my hand at various times during the day, I come up with this sort of thing. Have done so for years, and have quite a collection.As for your second childhood and old age, Nonsense,you are still in your prime.I shall be 90 next February.So, here is one for you:

A man from Pomerania
Who was a Kleptomaniac,
Stole knickers off the line
Thought it was fine,
When he met a Nymphomaniac.

just a feeble effort.

Enjoy.Best wishes, Peter,aka Pommer.xxx

Bozzz on 19-10-2015
Two more.
There was a young poet called Pommer

Who thought a full stop was a comma,

Finish that if you dare!

Yours, David
On second thoughts :::

?? When two dots were seen
?? in his colon on screen
?? they knew that he wasn't goner!

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, Here goes:

There was a young poet called Pommer
Who thought a full stop was a comma
Finish if you dare
I don't really care
I've got me a red hot Momma

Your three lines,obviously a case of colitis or could be worse.Be lucky David and thank you, Peter.


stormwolf on 19-10-2015
Two more.
There was a young lady from Tottenham
who'd no manners (or else she's forgotten 'em)
at tea with the vicar
she pulled off her knickers
and said it's because she felt hot in 'em

Anon

Author's Reply:
Ha.Ha, Alison, trust the vicar making her feel like that.just one little comment, I would write line three as such:"Having tea at the vicar's".It rhymes better with knickers.No offence meant. Best wishes and thanks,Peter.xxx

Bozzz on 19-10-2015
Two more.
Peter...hope you got my revised comment. Yours, David

Author's Reply:
yes I have. Thank you.Peter

Pronto on 20-10-2015
Two more.
I can see I'm going to have to post my Naughty Nursery Rhymes and other rude stuff like: The Ballad of Cunning Lingus!
Well done Peter I enjoy this kind of stuff!

Author's Reply:
Sorry Pronto for being so late with my reply.Going through a difficult period at present.I am looking forward to your naughty nursery rhymes.Thank you for your comment, be lucky Peter.


Nostalgia. (posted on: 16-10-15)
I occasionally have nostalgic thoughts of my place of birth,usually on special occasions.

I walked the old familiar streets Passed places I knew so well, Remembered people of the past Who many a story could tell, I strolled to the shore of the river With its shops and many stalls, The fishwives with their shrill voices, And the many market halls. I passed many a shop I knew, Where we used to buy our foods, From groceries to bakeries And other essential goods. I remember the people who served us, Some pleasant some very rude, They never used to bother me Se long as I had my food. I passed the old men at the quay Trying to catch some fish To take home to their families T provide a tasty dish. I looked at the ancient buildings That lined both sides of the stream, At the vessels that were passing, And I heard their sirens scream. I realised that the people I passed Didn't speak the same as I, Their language was different It made me wonder Why? All at once I heard a shout Waking me from my dream, I realised I was at home And not my place of Birth: STETTIN. E.W.Peters. 15-10-2015.
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stormwolf on 17-10-2015
Nostalgia.
Oh Peter, this made me feel like crying. You have captured the poignancy of the dream that speaks to you of your true roots that will never leave you. If it is written from fact...it was a gift to you from spirit.

Alison x

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Another Limerick. (posted on: 16-10-15)
A dreamy experience.

A teenager from East Cheam Experiencing his first wet dream, Woke up with a start Shagging a tart, His legs all covered in cream. E.W.Peters. 15-10-2015
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stormwolf on 17-10-2015
Another Limerick.
hahahaha well done! Made me laugh 😉

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and the generous rating which I never expected.I am so glad it made you laugh. There is not enough laughter about these days.Be lucky, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 18-10-2015
Another Limerick.
Peter.....what ever next!! HaHaHa😁

Author's Reply:
Who knows Mike? Just wait for it. Hope you are better.Glad you could laugh. Best wishes, Peter.

Bozzz on 18-10-2015
Another Limerick.
Truly shocking, my friend - I will be frightened to read your next submission. But between you and me, I do know a dirtier one - but would never admit that to anyone but you. Yours aye, David

Author's Reply:
I am sorry to hear that you were truly shocked.Just wait for the next one.I wonder if I know the dirtier one too? If I don't, I am sure Archie in Berlin does.Ha,Ha. Best wishes David, Peter.


LIFE. (posted on: 09-10-15)
Some years ago my youngest granddaughter asked me if I would write a poem for her wedding.I read it out at the wedding.I was a wonderful military wedding between her and her Royal Marine.Their oldest son is now sixteen.

Life is a never ending chain, Anchored deeply in the past, Linking each generation, And it will always last as long as there are people Who want to share their life Living together in harmony: Husband and wife. Today is a very special day In the history of this chain. Another link,like those before Has been added once again. Two people have joined one another To share the rest of their life: Husband and wife. We have come together here today from the North ,the South, the West and the East To celebrate this special event By participating in the feast Of the forging of a new link And we are standing on the brink Of the beginning of a new life: For husband and wife. We wish you happiness and health, We also want to wish you wealth, Wealth of a full life in harmony Together with your family Success throughout your life, Stephen and Eswen: Husband and wife. E.W.Peters.
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sweetwater on 09-10-2015
LIFE.
Beautiful sentiments, I am sure they were very proud of such lovely words. Sue.x

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shadow on 11-10-2015
LIFE.
A charming poem, which I am sure they treasured.

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A Special Day. (posted on: 09-10-15)
This day I thought would never come.

The second of October was a special day for me. I had to see my Consultant in Haematology, I had done so many a time over the past seven years Each visit being accompanied by worry and by fear. This time it was no different,I had not slept so well, I tossed and turned throughout the night t'was hell. When morning came at last I could hardly wait For my transport to arrive,I did not want to be late. When I arrived at the Department of Haematology I had to have the usual test for my Doctor to see. When the Consultant saw me,having checked the test, He told me that it was all right,his news for me were the best. The long time of anxiety is now a thing of the past, I needn't attend the clinic anymore,at last. It is so very hard to believe that the days of worry have gone, That I am able to care better for my loved one from now on. All I can say is thank you,to all who cared for me, All the Doctors and the Nurses and the Ancillaries I shall never forget the years I was in all your care, Your kindness and support which for me was always there. E.W.Peters. 08-10-2015.
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Ionicus on 09-10-2015
A Special Day.
Glad that your anxiety is over, Peter. Here is to your health.
Cheers, Luigi

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much,Luigi, for your wishes they are much appreciated. Best wishes, Peter.

stormwolf on 09-10-2015
A Special Day.
Just great news Peter. Worry can really drag you down, especially in the dead of night when fear can loom large. It's heartwarming to read good news for a change.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi ,Alison,thank you, for replying. Yes it is a great load of my mind after such a long time.I am now able to concentrate fully on the care for my lovely wife.It is so lovely to post good news for once. Thank you again, take care, best wishes, Peter.xxx

sweetwater on 10-10-2015
A Special Day.
So difficult a subject to convert into poetry, and you did it beautifully, great rhyme and rhythm. And best of all such good news, I am so pleased for you and your wife. 🙂 Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your kind comments to my poem.Yes, they were indeed good news for both f us. Be lucky, Peter xxx

Pronto on 11-10-2015
A Special Day.
So glad your troubles are over Peter. It must be like having a large rock lifted off your shoulders. Hard to express in poetry but you did a great job.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comments Pronto.It was a great relief to live without that particular worry, Thank you.Best wishes,Peter

Bozzz on 11-10-2015
A Special Day.
Peter, you are a good man. Even in the joy of release, your first thought was for your wife. My best, David

Author's Reply:
Dear David,thank you for your very kind comment.Yes David,caring and loving is what life is all about.I am only glad I can still do it.I hope you too are feeling a bit better.Best wishes to you both, your friend Peter.


Meldrewism. (posted on: 05-10-15)
I could not help but pen these daft ideas when having a few minutes respite during daily tasks.The word Meldrewism is part of my "neological dictionary".

Old age, the age of tranquility When life should be enjoyed, A time to live with dignity Often makes me feel annoyed, When reading or listening to the news Reporting the words of some MP In our Houses of Parliament Quoting plans for the elderly. They say if our houses are too big We should consider seizing down. Move from our country cottage To a retirement block in town. What does he know About you and me? This self opinionated MP Quoting plans for the elderly? If you are old and lonely why not get a pet, Perhaps a lovely doggy, or even a pussy cat. They can be good companions Even if they do not talk, But what, if you are not fit enough, Who's talking the dog for a walk? What does he know this MP, Quoting plans for the elderly? Your cat can be a lovely friend To have with you when in need, But watch out if you are unsteady, When it demands its feed On your way to get its grub It might well trip you up. What does he know this MP? Quoting plans for the elderly. If it trips you up don't worry, Medical aid is always at hand. Providing care In Hospital or Home, Until your very end, Whenever that may be What does he know this MP? Quoting plans for the elderly? The Liverpool Pathway was a disgrace, So NICE put a new one in its place, No matter what anyone thinks Carers are told to withhold food and drinks If you are restless or fatigued, It leaves me much intrigued. What does he know this MP, Quoting plans for the elderly? Money is spent on all sorts of schemes Fulfilling many a scroungers dreams Of this land of "milk and honey". Still, what does it matter To our leaders? Its only taxpayers money. What does he know this MP? Quoting plans for the elderly. As if things aren't bad enough For the vulnerable and old, They will have to complete tax returns, At least that's what we are told. Many of us will see red, Hiding their savings under the bed. What does he know this MP. Quoting plans for the elderly? And so it goes on, year after year, The time won't be far away When euthanasia will be here, When we are of a certain age. We shall be told to present ourselves At the termination cage. What does he know this MP, Quoting plans for the elderly? Problems of the state will be solved, No more blocking of beds. No more immigrants having to live In people's garden sheds Church bells will be ringing What a wonderful world it will be A land of milk and honey Created by this "thoughtful" stupid MP. E.W.Peters. 04-10-2015.
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stormwolf on 07-10-2015
Meldrewism.
Bravo Peter! Do not get me started on the government, chinless wonder MP's or the way they treat the elderly. They want them to work till they drop then go away and quietly die.
Makes me fit for murder.

Aliosn x


Author's Reply:
Hi Alison,
Thank you for your much appreciated comments. I am glad I am not the only one who feels what you expressed in you comment.I thought I was getting paranoid, but now I know I am not.What do these people, our so called leaders know about real life? I don't think they realise that they too grow old one day.Thank you once more, I feel much more encouraged, Best wishes, Peter xx

Bozzz on 07-10-2015
Meldrewism.
Peter, you have rung all the right bells here. Sadly the the real doctor they put in charge of the NHS was also a brainless fool who all but wrecked the service.
Well done Sir.
My best, David.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David,I don't think it will ever change,once again some idiot is suggesting that nurses should be taught compassion etc.What happened to Nurse training, and what happened to those people who have compassion and who care, that cannot train because they are not of University standard.The old nurses who cared and nursed well had no degrees. I bloody give up. Take care,your friend Peter.

shadow on 08-10-2015
Meldrewism.
Well said! It's infuriating isn't it, the way when you get a bit decrepit they assume you've lost your marbles as well?

Author's Reply:
Thank you Shadow,you are right,just because we are old the younger ones think we are stupid.Where would they be without many of their gadgets had they not been invented by members of this "stupid" generation.Thanks again, Be lucky, Peter.


on loss of hearing. (posted on: 28-09-15)
One of the many affliction in life is the loss of hearing.I experienced it the other day, and I found it most debilitating. Hence this little rant,proving that the squeaking wheel gets the oil.

When I woke up one morning I could not hear a sound, I thought I must be dreaming Until I turned around Realising my wife was speaking, Not hearing what she said Had I gone totally deaf? Or was I going mad? She phoned the local surgery To make an appointment for me To have my ears syringed Restoring my hearing may be. They said they didn't syringe ears As they hadn't got the staff, But I could have it done privately Now that really made me laugh. My hearing was a bit better When I woke up the next day, So I phoned the local surgery Without any further delay. They said they had a waiting-list For syringing peoples' ears They would be pleased to put me on it To allay my obvious fears. I phoned again the next morning Being a nuisance as usual Inquiring of my place on the waiting-list I was told they could not tell. So being fed up by the next day, Still not being able to hear I made a private arrangement To solve the problem of my ear. I had an appointment the next day With an audiologist, He looked into my ears and syringed them, To hell with the waiting-list. Now here is the strange part of my story Of this unfortunate lament, The surgery phoned me the following day To arrange a convenient appointment. I cannot tell you how I feel About the local NHS, All I can say since I left it It has got into a right old mess. 25-09-2015.
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Pronto on 28-09-2015
on loss of hearing.
Great rant Peter,
Make's yer feel better don't it! 😉

My experience was the total opposite to yours mate. I got an appointment right away with, would you believe, Spec Savers? OK, I had to wait a few days and then the lady didn't show so they used a locum instead. I was only held up 20 minutes. I had a detailed test and he showed me my graph pointing to the bit that was damage from heavy artillery. 'So in which ear do you recommend I wear the thing? I asked.

'Ah, well, the thing is you need one in each, sorry' So now from the back I look like a bloody taxi with the doors open.

I left with two hearing aids and a years supply of batteries. I did manage a small rant though as he was daft enough to say 'Nothing to pay sir they're free.'

'Free?' I challenged 'I don't think so young man I'm older than the NHS and have paid in for fifty years.' He flinched and apologised. 'Let's call it a return on my investment shall we?'

We parted friends. 😉

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto,
I had no problem with the private firm,had my ears syringed and can hear again.I know how you feel. I worked for the NHS for forty years, and still had to pay.I am sorry to hear(pun)about your problem. I think not being able to hear is absolutely awful and so debilitating.Thank you for your comment. Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 01-10-2015
on loss of hearing.
Well Peter, it seems the surgery also had initial deafness that recovered- human like you! How you managed to get good rhyming into the poem is a miracle. Bravo!!...David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your kind comment.As for the rhyming it just seem to flow naturally.I am sorry to hear that you are suffering from side effects of Gabapentin of which there are many.I hope that the flatulence ,which is one of them, does not affect you.It can be embarrassing when out and about.I am going to the haematology Dept.for a check-up tomorrow.Edna is very stable at present.Best wishes to you and Meg, Peter.


Snow. (posted on: 07-09-15)
Thoughts of past winters.

The green leaves of summer Are turning brown and gold, Days are getting shorter And nights are feeling cold. Winter will soon be here now With frost and ice and snow, I'm reflecting on the winters Of many years ago. Thoughts are travelling back in time, Back to a distant land, Back to my home by the Oder That flows to the Baltic Strand. Winters were very cold then, But skies were always blue, The sun was shining forever Deep snow was nothing new. We skated and we skied all day Never a worry or care, We were young and boisterous, Boredom was very rare. All we wanted in those days Was to play about and have fun, In those days of long ago And the winter's endless sun. Now I'm sitting by my window Watching the darkening sky, Reflecting on a happy long life On the many years gone by, But I still think of the winters In Pomerania of long ago, When as a child I wished for Was never ending snow. E.W.Peters. 05-09-2015.
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e-griff on 07-09-2015
Snow.
can you look at the Anthology forum pse? it gives details for authors who are included . You can agree the suggested bio or amend.


JohnG (Anthed)

Author's Reply:
Have looked and I am satisfied as it stands.Peter aka Pommer.

Pronto on 07-09-2015
Snow.
What a pleasure to read Peter. My memories are of Jack Frost's pretty patterns on window panes. Of cold linoleum floors, sleeping under coats and snuggling up to sisters and brothers for warmth whilst watching my breath, white in the winter air. No central heating in those distant days.
Great write.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto,for your lovely reply.I too remember the patterns on the iced up windows.I also remember the occasions on very cold days when I breathed in and my nostrils stuck together. Happy days.Once more, thank you for your comment. Be lucky, Peter.

Kipper on 08-09-2015
Snow.
A nice gentle skate to way back. Your memories bring back some of my own. Sledging down the park; snowball fights with friends or the gang from the 'other' side.
The Oder in Pomerania has a certain ring to it; happy memories for you Peter.
Michael

Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael for reading and commenting.We all seem to have enjoyed similar pleasures in those far off days.Yes, the Oder is now called the Odra,as it is a Polish river now.Thank you again, Be lucky, Peter.

Mikeverdi on 08-09-2015
Snow.
Nice trip down 'memory lane' Peter, thanks for posting.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading ad commenting Mike, Good luck on the 12th.Sorry I can't be there.Have you heard how David is? be lucky, Peter.

stormwolf on 04-10-2015
Snow.
Hi Peter,
This brought a tear to my eye. Lovely writing. The tender memories well expressed with the great rhythm and rhyme.
The last two lines rounded it off perfectly and caught the emotion so well. The in
nocence of childhood remembered fondly under darkening skies. Very well done.

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison,
I am very grateful for your very thoughtful comments thank you.It is always nice to know that someone somewhere appreciates one's thoughts.I am so glad you enjoyed reading my poem.In my opinion poems should stir the emotions of the reader.I wrote this, thinking about those halcyon days.It even brought some tears to my eyes. Thank you again Alison, Peter xx


My thanks to a limerick. (posted on: 28-08-15)
I just thought of this as a little experiment.

I'm not a poet,I write the odd rhyme Providing that I can find the time Which is becoming rarer and rarer Being a full-time carer. Very often when I cannot sleep I resort to counting sheep Or get a bee in my bonnet Attempting to compose a sonnet, If that is not doing the trick I try a Limerick. A young man from Istanbul Thought he was not a fool Made his way To the UK For a slice of the benefits pool. I think that must have done the trick, For when I woke up within a tick I realised I had dropped off quite quick Thanks to the Limerick. E.W.Peters. 26-08-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 28-08-2015
My thanks to a limerick.
Sleep is hard to come by as you get older, I remember my mother telling me that. I understand it now 🙂
Mike

Author's Reply:
Yes Mike, your mother was right.thank you for reading and commenting. Peter.

sweetwater on 28-08-2015
My thanks to a limerick.
Anything containing rhyme,
is absolutely fine
by me :-))
Really enjoyed reading this, I may take your advice and try a limerick tonight you never know it may help. :)) Sue xx.


Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for reading and commenting.I am pleased you enjoyed my little experiment.Have a go at a limerick when unable to sleep.Let me know if it works. Be lucky, Peter xxx

Weefatfella on 29-08-2015
My thanks to a limerick.
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Aye, I'm catching up with you auld codgers. It's 02-35 and I'm sitting here.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your comment.I hope it will be a long time yet for you to become an auld codger.Be lucky Peter.

Kipper on 29-08-2015
My thanks to a limerick.
Hi Peter
A limerick a day keeps the doctor away. Isn't that what they say, or is it apples?
Well so far I haven't had a problem with sleeping, but now who knows. I'll be thinking about Limericks all night!
Glad to know it works for you!!
Michael

Author's Reply:
Hi Michael,
Many thanks for your comment.I hope thinking about Limericks all night will not keep you awake. If it does I would never be able to forgive myself to have started a period of insomnia by my ravings. Be lucky, Peter.(Have a good Kip Kipper.) Ha.Ha.


A limerick (posted on: 21-08-15)
To Mike Verdi.A limerick came into my mind the other night.I did send it to Mike ,and he told me to post it.I didn't want to do so without his knowledge.

A Devon lad named Mike Verdi Loved to play his Hurdy-Gurdy On Plymouth Hoe, Seven nights in a row 'Cause it used to pull many a birdie.
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Weefatfella on 21-08-2015
A limerick
Aye! Straight to the point. Sometimes it is what it is.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your helpful comment. Peter

Mikeverdi on 21-08-2015
A limerick
You are a silly bugger Peter HaHaHa!
Mike

Author's Reply:
I know Mike,I've been a silly old bugger as long as I know.Often quite enjoy being one. Ha,Ha,Ha.
Be lucky old mate, Peter.(Hope you enjoyed the firework display.)

Andrea on 21-08-2015
A limerick
Haha, I bet it did, too!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea.I agree.Don't get a lot of time these days.No doubt I shall be more active again one day.Be lucky, Peter.

deadpoet on 22-08-2015
A limerick
love this-
Piaxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pia, glad you loved it. Be lucky, Peter.xxx


Dementia.(The Next Stage), (posted on: 03-08-15)
I decided to write this poem during this time of dementia awareness.I am writing from my professional, and lately, personal experience on a subject I have dealt with for many years.

"What day is it today"? she asks, "Is it Thursday yet? 'cause Thursday is the day We take our cat to the vet. It is not Thursday is it? It can't be Thursday yet". "No ,dear, it isn't Thursday, And we no longer have a cat". "I didn't think it was" she said, "It can't be Thursday yet, Because you see on Thursdays We take the cat to the vet. I really don't like Thursdays, I am glad it hasn't come yet, Because I remember on Thursday We always see the vet." So it goes on and on, It all is so very sad, She was once such a lively girl Dementia has hit her bad. If only we could go back in time, To the days she was so well, When she remembered everything, When her mind was as clear as a bell. When we would sing and dance, When we would dream of romance, When the world was full of fun, For her and me and everyone. Those days alas are gone now Never to return it's so sad "What did you say dear? No, it's not Thursday yet." She said:"Thursday we see the vet, So it's not Thursday I am glad, The day we take the cat I always feel quite sad. But,if it's only Wednesday We have another day yet Before the cat sees the vet, Causing me more dismay. So it goes on, day after day, It's not getting any better, It is often causing me dismay This seemingly endless chatter. "It isn't Thursday dear",she says " It can't be Thursday yet, Because I know if it's Thursday We take the cat to the vet". This is the slow progression Which changes day after day, If only I can keep the strength To support her come what may. I often feel I am losing her , Never to have again, The lovely warm-hearted person, But my hoping,I am sure,is in vain. Still, I shall never give up on her, We loved each other all our life, And for all those many,many years She has been my most wonderful wife. Mustn't lose my sense of humour, We love each other yet, So to hell with bloody Thursday And to hell with the bleeding vet. E.W.Peters. 02-08-2015
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Bozzz on 03-08-2015
Dementia.(The Next Stage),
Oh Peter, this is heart-rending to read - to experience the reality of dementia when there is only worse to come - so hard. Saying that our hearts and minds, our love and admiration go out to you cannot dull the pain of having to express endless patience, but believe me, it is all there, especially from those of us who have had to watch the gradual loss of a much loved personality.. Stay brave, stay strong...David


Author's Reply:
Dear David,
thank you so much for your thoughtful reply.I know you too have been through some of this in the past.I have cared for people with varying forms of dementia,and have tried to help the sufferer and their relatives;but it is much different when it hits nearer home.Thank you for your kind thoughts. Best wishes to you and Meg,your friend Peter.

sweetwater on 03-08-2015
Dementia.(The Next Stage),
Oh crickey thats so dreadful for you both, I have never been really involved closely in this type of thing, although it's one of the things we all dread for ourselves and those we love. But how truly sad to be locked into her world and be forever worried about Thursdays and the cat. How you manage to cope is a wonderful thing, I guess real love does conquer all. By the way, and I hesitate to ask but why did the cat have to visit the vet every Thursday? This is such an impressive poem, it rings with love and hope. I wish you both all the very best. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Dear Sue, thank you so much for your very thoughtful and sympathetic comment on my poem.I have had quite a bit of experience in my life with various forms of dementia. So some of the words are based on that, but the situation is as I described, love does conquer everything. Edna did the same for me during my own illness. By the way, we have a cat, it does not go to the vet eery week,,which is unfortunately in the mind of the sufferer.( A bit of poetic licence)thank you once more, Peter xxx

deadpoet on 04-08-2015
Dementia.(The Next Stage),
She is fortunate to have you in her life and if you weren't around she would suffer even more. Not to say how you would suffer too. You have such loving memories of your life before this terrible disease. I wish you well.
Pia

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for your kind comment and your well wishes. Yes we have many wonderful memories, and we often recount them,as it is good for the long term memory.Yes we are fortunate to have each other and always have to cared for each other.Best wishes Pia, Peter xxx

Weefatfella on 04-08-2015
Dementia.(The Next Stage),
A wisfully written and heartstring tugging piece Peter.

When we would dream of romance,
When the world was full of fun,
For her and me and everyone.
Those days alas are gone now
Never to return it's so sad

What you both have lost is so evident in these lines. I wish you both the very best in these so trying times. Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Paul,
Your comment is so much appreciated.We may have lost a lot, but we still have some wonderful memories,as Edna's long term memory is quite good. It is the short term memory that gets so dreadfully affected, and that leads to much repetition.Thank you also for your best wishes during these days. Take care, Peter


Greece. (posted on: 24-07-15)
A topical theme.

Greece, the birthplace of democracy, The home of an old noble nation By order of fiscal autocracy Is subjected to humiliation. Where were the heroes of Homer, The farmers of Hesiod's plot? Where were the Spartans of old, When the EU hatched this plot? What happened to the Gods of old? Was Zeus asleep on his throne? Not caring for the Greeks anymore, Has Ares become a drone? Where were Plato and Aristotle, What about Socrates where was he? Where were all the famous leaders That forged Greece's history? Have they all become cowards, not daring to oppose what they see? What happened to the country, The birthplace of democracy? E.W.Peters. 21-07-2015.
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e-griff on 24-07-2015
Greece.
Well, Greece has been kept afloat by German taxpayers money, provided by that nasty Angela Merkel who you slag off in your other piece. 🙂 (couldn't resist that! )

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting.I expected to receive comments like this when I was writing it.Like you I could not resist it.I suppose I am living up to Goethe's comment:"Gott schuetze mich vor Sturm und Wind und Deutschen die im Ausland sind".( God protect me from storm and wind,und Germans who live abroad").Peter.

Mikeverdi on 24-07-2015
Greece.
In truth Peter, I believe that Greece was sadly naïve. They will pay the price for joining the club for many years.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, I fully agree. Greece was naive, and no doubt seduced by the possible prospects of being a member of the big club. Be lucky, Peter.

ValDohren on 24-07-2015
Greece.
Very well written Peter. It is a sad situation indeed.
Val Xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for commenting.It is very sad indeed.I am always worried about the possibility of another Mid European dictatorship.Be lucky, Peter xxx

Nomenklatura on 25-07-2015
Greece.
It is interesting the contrast between Ancient Greece, the birthplace of so much of our inherited culture, language and philosophy and the Greece of today. It's interesting that both Spain and Greece, having been under strict and militaristic regimes for so long, have problems with authority and paying taxes at a citizen level.



There is a great deal of fault on both sides. France and Germany were so keen to form the club that they allowed the PIGS (Portugal Italy Greece Spain)in - in spite of the fact that they knew they couldn't meet the conditions for entry. PIGS were understandably keen to join the club and lied about their having met them.

The only problem for EU now is - having allowed Greece another bailout and a partial default, what are Portugal, Italy and Spain saying now? Here in Spain they're saying "why the hell did we bother paying up?"



The EU has paid the price for being an ineffective parent, and not following through on their promise of punishment for bad behaviour.



I'm off to read your Merkel piece now!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comments.I fully agree with you. I cannot see the EU lasting forever.How can so many people of different temperament and personalities be ruled by unelected "dictatorial " leaders.Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 26-07-2015
Greece.
There seems to be a deliberate blindness in the UK press as to why and how in the first place Greece has fallen into its financial mess - the evil side of capitalism - misbehaviour by their own rich and that of foreign oligarchs - many Russian. The consequences were so obvious, the actions of The EU so typical - kill the country with even more debt. This piece so well written Peter.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comment.Yes, capitalism has a lot to answer for.Unfortunately even the most convincing socialists seem to turn into capitalists once they have the chance.One could quote many examples, but I shall refrain.It only raises my blood pressure.Be lucky my friend, Peter.

Bozzz on 26-07-2015
Greece.
There seems to be a deliberate blindness in the UK press as to why and how in the first place Greece has fallen into its financial mess - the evil side of capitalism - misbehaviour by their own rich and that of foreign oligarchs - many Russian. The consequences were so obvious, the actions of The EU so typical - kill the country with even more debt. This piece so well written Peter.

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The European Union. (posted on: 24-07-15)
I could not resist writing this one.

The EU is like a pigsty Hardly worth thinking of, Where all the various piglets Feed from a different trough. The old sow known as Europa Had a litter of twenty eight, Some of them arrived early, Others came quite late. When it came to feeding time There was no equality, Some of the piglets lived better Then others, as we can see. One lot at one end of the trough Enjoyed food like fobs, While the others at the other end Had to be happy with slops. One of the piglets of the fobs Was a bully of a ferkel*, To all the others she was known As Mrs. Angela Merkel. She was the one who decided Who fed which end of the trough, Who would push them out of the way When she thought they had enough. She and her cronies got fatter, enjoying a wonderful life, While the poorer ones got neglected Finishing under the knife. However nothing ever lasts, No matter what they ate, Including the bully ferkel They'll finally meet the same fate. The pigsty will be empty, Waiting for a new litter to arrive, Will the system be repeated? Or will it have a different life? Politicians come and go all the time They never seem to learn, They are quite happy to rule the plebs As long as they can earn. Europas fate will be sealed one day, The piglets will survive as before, The dream of a mighty empire Will be lost for evermore. *Ferkel is the German noun for piglet . E.W.Peters. 21-07-2015.
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sweetwater on 25-07-2015
The European Union.
Read this several times, as it's a subject I want to know more about before we vote. Sadly no completely unbiased intelligent person has been allowed to tell us the truth from all the different angles. And until that happens I will never believe it is a good thing to be in it, but I am too ignorant of the true facts to vote to leave! I think your clever write summed it up very well. Sue x

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Bozzz on 26-07-2015
The European Union.
Life in the farmyard is tough these days. Apt description Peter. Shades of Animal Farm too. Sorry no time for,proper comment ..David

Author's Reply:
Like you, no time to elaborate.Thank you for your comment and for taking the time to read. Be lucky, Peter.


C-Words. (posted on: 17-07-15)
This is an experimental piece about an incident that occurred to me two weeks ago.I collapsed into unconsciousness while serving lunch.I must elaborate that I am a full time carer for my wife.

Caring, Cleaning, Cooking, Catering, Completing work. Crash, Collapse, Consciousness gone, Coming round. Carted off to Casualty, Clinician Considers Cause. Curious, Confined to ward, Can't sleep, Cacophony of noises, Can't stay, Call clinician, Chose to leave. Cured? Can't tell, Completely baffled, Curious. E.W.Peters.
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sweetwater on 17-07-2015
C-Words.
Cleverly crafted, competently complete! However it must have been terrifying, I hope all is well now. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Dear Sue.
thank you for your complimentary, caring , comment.Feeling better but not there yet. Peter xxx

ValDohren on 17-07-2015
C-Words.
Never seen so much alliteration in one poem Peter - clearly clever. Hope you are okay now.
Regards.
Val xx



Author's Reply:
Dear Valerie,
many thanks for your caring,complimentary, comment.Feeling better,but not quite back to normal yet.
Peter xxx


Remember. (posted on: 19-06-15)
I wrote this little verse for my wife who is in the early stages of Alzheimer to keep with her to remind her when memory becomes vague.

If I should leave this world before you always remember this. I loved you from the day we met, since that first warm tender kiss. I loved you throughout our life in times of poverty, I loved you through the hard times and through much austerity. I loved you when the skies were grey, when skies were bright and blue, but most of all I loved you because you were always you. So if I had to leave you please sometimes think of me, and remember that my love for you will last through eternity. E.W.Peters. 17-06-2015.
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gwirionedd on 19-06-2015
Remember.
I nearly cried there... That doesn't happen often...

Which shows what a moving poem this is.

Alzheimers is a horrible disease, but they say we have a cure for it now, so I hear.



Author's Reply:
Hello Berlin,
I am so glad that you enjoyed and commented on my poem.As far as Alzheimers is concerned there is no cure yet, but there are some wonderful forms of medications that will slow down the process of memory loss.We are using it,and it seems to work so far.Viele liebe Gruesse, Pommer.

ParsonThru on 19-06-2015
Remember.
That's beautiful, Pommer. Agree with gwirionedd. Terribly sad, but a beautiful love. Filled with what makes us human.

Author's Reply:
Thank you my friend, I am glad you liked this. Pommer.

franciman on 19-06-2015
Remember.
It is beautiful Pommer. And it has all been said. Great Work.
cheers,
Jim

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for liking my poem and for the encouraging comment.Peter.

pommer on 19-06-2015
Remember.
Thank you for the nib Peter.

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Mikeverdi on 19-06-2015
Remember.
Peter old friend, I was moved to tears reading your words. We are of a certain age now, you and David a little ahead of me in the cue for the way out, but I think we all dread this awful lingering fade out. To have it happen to ones nearest and dearest.... words cant say how I feel.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your lovely comment.It is indeed difficult to find the right words.Thank you,Peter

Bozzz on 20-06-2015
Remember.
Nature's way of allowing us to say a slow goodbye is a cruel one in an otherwise fit body - and to a loving partner which adds to the pain. Sensitive and lovely poem. Stay strong Peter, Yours aye, David.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comment and your encouraging words.All I can say my friend is never give up.I don't intend to myself.Best wishes, Peter.


bloody foreigners written by one (posted on: 08-06-15)
This is the daft story of Henry Harris and his hearing problems.No insult meant to anyone.

Henry was a born Londoner,and like his Missus,Ethel,was brought up in the East End of the city at Bethnal Green. One morning he woke up and couldn't hear a thing in his right ear. Ethel was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of Rosie Lea,smoking a fag and reading the paper,having finished polishing her doorstep with Cardinal red as usual, when Henry came storming down the Apples and Pears . "Effel, there is something wrong wiv me 'earing" he shouted. "Don't you shout at me 'Enry 'Arris,I can 'ear,You'll 'ave to see the doctor,I shall make a happointment for you.Here'Enry, I just read in the Sun that there is some problem wiv Uranus". "I know ",shouted Henry, "I've been farting all night, must be that bloody pie I ate last night at the boozers". "No you clot",was Ethel's reply," they were talking about Uranus the planet,not your bloody anus.By the way I have made a happointment for you at the 'ealth- centre". Two hours later Henry presented himself at the desk at the health-centre. "I've come to see Dr.'Olmes". "What your name?"asked the receptionist,who was obviously not of European origin. "'Arris" replied Henry. The receptionist ,perusing her list could not find his name."How you spell ,Sir?" "Haitch A R R I S". "Oh", she said,"Harris,why not you say so,I been looking for Arris". "That's what I said" Henry replied,mumbling to himself:"Bloody Foreigners". "Take a seat ,I'll call you when Dr.Grabowski is ready". "I don't want to see Dr.Grab...or whathever 'is name is, I want to see Dr.'Olmes". "He on holiday " said the receptionist, " Dr.Grabowski is locum, covering Dr.Holmes duties". "Bloody 'Ell " shouts Henry," If 'e is loco, what's 'e doing doctoring?" "No2, she replied," he is a locum, which means he stand in for Dr.'Olmes". After a while Henry is called to see the doctor. "Good morning Mr.Harris,What can I do for you?, said the Doctor. "I've lost me 'earing" said Henry. "Ah, you come to wrong place,you want lost and found office at police-station". "No", shouted Henry,"I can't 'ear", "There is no need to shout, Mr.Harris," I can hear perfectly well". "You are bloody lucky then,'cause I can't 'ear a fing". "Ah, you mean you lost your hearing,not your earrings". "That,s what I been saying "'said Henry. "Let me get my Auriscope to have a look.Oh yes, you need your ears syringed,make an appointment with nurse". So, Henry trotted back to the desk to make the appointment, mumbling under his breath:"Bloody Foreigners,Can't even speak English properly,and what did he want to look in me ear for to read 'is 'oroscope? 'E can read that in the Sun ,I don't know. When he got home, Effel was waiting."'Ow did you get on 'Enry?" "Well, Dr 'Olmes is on 'oliday,so I 'ad to see a Dr.Grab... or whatever 'is name is,a Bloody Foreigner,who couldn't speak English like what you and I do,Effel.Tried to read 'is 'oroscope in me ear,silly bugger.Well the receptionist was right,told me he was loco, he was" . "Oh,'Enry, you're bloody barmy,'e is a locuum, that's someone who stands in for the normal person.Hanyway what did 'e say?2 "Got to 'ave me ears syringed out, at least it's nuffing serious. Cup of Rosie,Effel,I am parched. I tell you somefing girl,Beffnal Green ain't the same as what it was when we were young, Bloody Foreigners heverywhere.
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Mikeverdi on 08-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
HaHaHa! That has a ring of truth about it, as wrl as making me laugh Peter. Having been in England most of your life now, I wonder, do you think in English? I asked another friend this, he said his dreams were in German.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
thank you for your comment as well as having a laugh.They say laughter s the best medicine.I am sure that is right. As for your question,yes, I think in English all the time.I still talk and think in German when talking to the ever diminishing family in the old country and in the USA.As for dreaming,I don't really know. I suppose all the pleasant dreams are in English, while the nasty ones are in German. HA,Ha. be lucky,Peter

Andrea on 08-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
Made me laugh too 🙂 Sometimes I think in Dutch (double-Dutch, mostly).

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
I am so glad you had a laugh.Thank you for reading and commenting.Be lucky, Peter xx

deadpoet on 08-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
I prefer not to think and when I do that it's in english and danish- ha ha this made me laugh too Pommer-

Pia xx

Author's Reply:
Dear Pia,
thank you for your comment.I am so glad it made you laugh.Yes I suppose you are right.Thinking can occasionally be bad for one.It is amazing to me that having been away from one's country for all those years one thinks in the language of the new country mostly.Peter xxx

Pronto on 09-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
A nice chuckle even the typo's didn't detract from it, Innit squire!


Author's Reply:
Thank you mate,glad you had a little chuckle.As for the typos, what do you expect from a bloody foreigner? They don't type like what the natives do.Ha.Ha. Be lucky, Peter.

amman on 14-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
Made me larf orright Guvner. Good fun piece of writing. Thanks.

Author's Reply:
Ta for yer comment Amman,glad you could 'ave a larf.Ta Ta, Peter.

gwirionedd on 19-06-2015
bloody foreigners written by one
Normalerweise lese ich hier gar kein Prosa, aber mit diesem musste ich eine Ausnahme machen.

Als Londoner finde ich es sehr lustig. Es erinnert mich an meiner eigenen Familie.

Nur ein Punkt: Kein Cockney würde einen H an den Anfang eines Wortes wie "appointment" oder "anyway" stecken. So spricht gar kein Mensch. Dies ist ein blödes, falsches Klischee das von dummen alten Kinderfilmen und -büchern herbeigeführt wurde.

Auch wäre "boozer" singulär, statt plural.

Auf jeden Fall muss ich schon sagen, dass du ein sehr gutes Kenntnis von englischen und Londoner Kultur und Dialekt hast. Ich bin richtig beeindruckt.

Wir scheenen, unsere Identitäten, jetauscht zu habn.

Jut, oder? Ikke denk so. Jar keen Problem.



Author's Reply:
Recht vielen Dank fuer Dein Kommentar.Dein Deutsch und "Berlinerish" is jut.Ick hab im Moment wenig Zeit,aber ick werd mal schrieben wenn ick mehr Zeit hab.Vielen dank fuer die Tips.Peter.aka Pommer.


Girls Galore. (posted on: 25-05-15)
I hope it will amuse some, daft as it may be.

Alison was attractive, She liked to kiss and cuddle. Betty was quite plain, Always getting in a muddle. Carol was cute, and always well dressed, Doris was dowdy And slightly obsessed. Ethel was elegant Always looking cool, Florence was funny, A bit of a fool. Gretel was gorgeous, she came from the Rhine. Hetty liked hotels, And drinking wine. Isobel liked idling By the side of the sea, While Jenny was liked For her jollity. Kate liked her kitchen, Used to polish and scrub, While Lotti was learning To cook wholesome grub. Molly was always moaning About things good or bad, Nelly nattered constantly Listening to what Mo;;y said. Olive was very observant, She never missed a thing, While Petra played the piano Also attempting to sing. Now Queenie was quickly riled If someone looked at her and smiled, Rita rushed about the place Constant worry on her face. Susan seldom lost her cool Treating everyone like a fool, Tina tried to look amused When people got confused. Una, unique as she was, Never got on with her in-laws, While Vicky, very much in love, Called her boyfriend my turtle dove. Wilma was wonderful to know, Always ready for her beau, Xanthe was xenophobic, She was also agoraphobic. Yvonne was still quite young When she acquired her vicious tongue, Zeta zoomed in on her prey, He would never get away. E.W.Peters. 22-05-2015.
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sweetwater on 26-05-2015
Girls Galore.
All I can say is gosh you know a lot of women 🙂 Great fun poem, well rhymed. Sue .

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue, you notice I didn't call you Susan this time in case it makes you feel posh(Ha,Ha)yes, I did know a lot of women in my life,having worked in a female dominated profession.Your comments are much appreciated.Peter xxx

deadpoet on 26-05-2015
Girls Galore.
Very funny- Pommer- LOL as they say.

Pia xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting Pia,I am glad you liked it. Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 28-05-2015
Girls Galore.
I thought I was the womaniser Peter HaHaHa! Thanks for the laugh mate.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Don't kid yourself mate,you are not the only Lothario.Ha.Ha.!!! thanks for reading and commenting.Glad it gave you a laugh.Peter.


A writer's plea. (posted on: 11-05-15)
I know that this befalls all of us at times, but I could not resist to pen this one.

Fellow wordsmiths ,I shall be frank, My mind has gone a sudden blank. As I sit here at my desk and stare The pages in front of me remain bare. Apart from that I have little time To write a verse or compose a rhyme. Thoughts will not come into my mind I feel that the muses are being unkind To me at this late stage of life, To cause me trouble and strife. There have been times like this before, When I felt that I could write no more, When thoughts evaded me again and again, When all my trying was in vain, But all these times always passed Inspiration usually came at last, I found the right words in time To compose a little rhyme, But now it is not the same, I bow my head in shame. So my fellow wordsmiths bear with me I shall keep trying if I can see To find a way out of this mess So I can once again go to press With a poem for you to read And comment if you need In order to get me out of this groove And once again get me on the move To write a verse or two, I need this help from you. E.W.Peters. 10-05-2015.
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Weefatfella on 11-05-2015
A writers plea.
Aye Pommer, howz it gaun? If you don't turn the tap on, you don't get any water. A lilting wee jog along with this wee pome. Keep turning on the tap mate. Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hi my friend,thank you for reading my plea.Have taken advice, turned on the tap,but all I get is a trickle.No doubt it will start flowing again. It is lovely to see you back on the site. Best wishes Peter.

Andrea on 11-05-2015
A writers plea.
Oh dear, the dreaded writer's block, eh Peter?

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea,I feel it is getting a bit better again.Hope to be back in full swing soon. I hope you are well, Best wishes Peter.xx

deadpoet on 11-05-2015
A writers plea.
Dear Pommer I would like to say
you did this very well
although you say it's gone away
Here you broke the spell

Hope it breaks for you once again
and doesn't last too long
'cause golly it can be such a strain
take it easy and stay strong

Ha de ha
best wishes
deadpoet


Author's Reply:
Dear Pia thank you for taking the time
To read my poem and to comment in rhyme,
As you can see I received it well
It might help to end this barren spell.

Thank you so much, it makes me feel more positive already. Peter xxx


Mikeverdi on 11-05-2015
A writers plea.
Correct Peter,we all suffer the block at times HaHa!!
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,I think I might be on the way to recovery from that bloody writers block.Yes, we all suffer it sometimes. How are you,and Lesley? Be lucky, Peter.

stormwolf on 12-05-2015
A writers plea.
Well you wrung this one out! 😉
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison, you are right, I did wring this one out. Started writing again. Thank you for your comment. Peter xx

Supratik on 13-05-2015
A writers plea.
Tell me about it! I completely agree with this! Best. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thank you my friend for commenting.I think I am finally out of the doldrums.Best wishes,Peter.

sweetwater on 13-05-2015
A writers plea.
I have been reading and re-reading this poem on and off all week, as it's such a well known feeling, I find if I have something unrelated to writing going on in my mind I cannot write anything, I need a clear unhurried brain to get anything at all. Then I'll see, hear or feel something and I'm suddenly up and running. 🙂 Sue. Xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, thank you for your comment, which is so very apt. I am just beginning to think on the right lines again.Having many other things on one's mind does interfere a great deal with the ability to write.I am beginning to feel that I am over the worst. Thank you again for your constructive comment, Best wishes Peter xxx

Pronto on 13-05-2015
A writers plea.
Yup I think we've all been there mate but your poem says that's cured now. Well done mate.

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto, thank you for reading and commenting.Yes, I am getting there. Best wishes Peter.

Gee on 14-05-2015
A writers plea.
Perfectly described but I would say you're definitely out of that block now, judging by your poem.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Gee for your kind comment.Yes,I think you are right, I am beginning to see the light again
Be lucky, Peter.


Geriatric United (posted on: 24-04-15)
GU are normally the letters for the Genito-Urinary depts, with which many of us are only too familiar.It came to me all at once during a recent visit to our hospital,and in view of the forthcoming elections,that we,the elderly,should flex our muscles by forming our own party.

Geriatric United is the party for me It cares older peoples rights Whatever they may be. They take care of your pensions And your ailing health, They won't make you pay for care, So you can keep your wealth. They show you respect and dignity Every day of your waning life, They listen to your problems And don't give you any strife. They let you stay in your own home Sending someone round to you Helping you with tasks you can no longer do. The other parties do not care About those that are old, They promise them a lot of things, Yet they have to do as they're told. Downsize to free their houses To give their hard worked for homes To young men and their spouses. So fellow geriatrics be wise and vote GU They are the only party That will really care for you. All the other political parties Make promises they won't keep, All they want is peoples votes It really makes one weep. E.W.Peters. 23-04-2015.
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deadpoet on 27-04-2015
Geriatric United
Well I'd vote for GU any day- I couldn't agree more- it's like that in our country too- I wish it weren't. I think you did well with this very appealing poem with rhyme in.

Pia

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pia for your comment.I am sorry to hear that you have the same problems in Denmark as well,but I suppose this is the pattern of things to come.I very often think that I am lucky to be the age I am.Peter xxx


Limerick (posted on: 10-04-15)
A rhyming slang limerick.

The Sutton's young son named Jeff, Who was training to be a chef Though hearing impaired He never despaired When his mates called him mutton Jeff. E.W.Peters. 09-04-2015.
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Bozzz on 12-04-2015
Limerick
Hi Peter, keep at it. Strangely Mutton has disappeared from the menus - all sheep are now lamb until they die of old age. In a restaurant once the lamb was very tough and I felt strongly enough to tell the chef that perhaps his lamb had retired long ago - he was displeased. My best ..David.
Still in deep pain trouble but hopeful.

Author's Reply:
Hi David,I remember you writing about your experience with geriatric lamb some time ago.Thank you for responding.I am sorry to hear about your pain not getting any better. We have had a few rough days of late.Going to see my Haematologist again on Friday.Hoping for the best.
Perhaps one of the candidates for the forthcoming election will promise to eliminate all forms of diseases and pains.That is the one I shall vote for."Power to the Geriatrics". Take care David, your friend Peter.


Old Love. (posted on: 06-04-15)
Thoughts of life.I first wrote this in 2013.Here is an edited version.

Now I am old there is many a night That I can't sleep too well. My mind keeps wandering round and round, Insomnia can be hell. I think of all the sights I've seen, All the people I have met, All the places to which I have been, And what I might see yet. My mind returns to when we first met Those days of long ago, When walking together holding hands with our young hearts all aglow. Here we are lying next to each other Even in sleep still holding hand, You are breathing gently,I can't sleep Waiting for the long night to end. We've travelled together for many a year, But I often feel so afraid, I feel you are leaving me bit by bit As I see your memory fade. It bothers me that the day might come When you don't know me anymore, But please don't fear,I'll always be here As I have promised before. I think and think,sleep will not come, It's getting light outside, The dawn chorus will be starting soon, Then I notice your eyes open wide. "How did you sleep?" you ask me, I answer:" Very well", But you won't know that I am lying, Because you slept so well. Finally it's daytime, The long dark night is o'er, I shall try my best to look after you As I've always done before. I hope and pray that I shall stay fit To look after you all your life, I love you so much,and I know you love me, My dearest loving wife. E.W.Peters, 05-04-2015.
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sweetwater on 06-04-2015
Old Love.
It must be such a wonderful thing to love and be loved that deeply, but terribly troubling too, which I wonder would I find worse, go first knowing I would be leaving the one who needs me most to an unknown future, or lose them and face that same future without them ? This is one problem I will never have, being alone now for over twenty years. I feel for you memory loss is awful and very sad. A very loving and heartfelt poem. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Dear Sue,thank you so much for your very thoughtful comment.Yes it is difficult,but in our case we have decided that I am the more independent one and would be able to survive much better, especially as my mind is still very clear.We are however so lucky to have enjoyed so much love, and fortunately still are. I am sorry to hear of you having been alone for such a long time. I can't imagine that.Once more many thanks,Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 07-04-2015
Old Love.
Deeply moving Peter, something we all dread. When you find 'the love of your life' the idea that it can be taken away comes as a shock. I had always thought myself made of granite, but here I am flesh and blood.
Congratulations on the well deserved Nib.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,yes, it is a shock and one can only hope that it won't happen too soon.I think however hard we think we are, there is always that soft nucleus in most of us.Once more thanks for your comment. Peter.

deadpoet on 07-04-2015
Old Love.
I got a very good picture of what it is like to have someone so close and dear and the fear of memory loss- you seem to prepare for it. I wish you didn't have to. I also am alone and have been for many many years- in a way I am spared for the pain of loss and on the other hand I am deprived of a loved one- I think the latter is the worst. I heard some wise words a la the pain of living alone is worse than the pain of making a relationship work! I am quite sure they are right. But I am too old to try. Well deserved nib.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your very thoughtful comment.I am so sorry to hear of your loneliness over the years. I can't imagine what that is like, having been in a loving relationship for over six decades.I have been nursing many people with dementia of one form or another over the years of my career.It is always difficult, but much more difficult if it is someone you love dearly.Thank you for the nib,most appreciated. Be lucky, Peter.

Pronto on 09-04-2015
Old Love.
So tenderly put Pommer with deep feeling. Great write mate.

Author's Reply:
thank you Pronto for you kind comment.Sorry for the delay in replying, but things are a bit difficult at present. Thank you,Peter.


limerick (posted on: 03-04-15)
A bit of fun.

A local landlady named Rogers Was fond of her Jammy Dodgers, Her husband Jake Liked Jaffa Cake, But both liked seducing their lodgers. E.W.Peters.02-04-2015
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sweetwater on 03-04-2015
limerick
Thank you for an 'out loud' laugh this morning, did not see lodgers waiting in the wings! great, great fun, its going into my favourites immediatly. :-)) Sue xx.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for commenting,and for making it one of your favourites.I am so glad it made you laugh.Peter xxx

e-griff on 03-04-2015
limerick
Neat. And as has been said, nicely surprising last line.
For some inexplicable reason (and it's not a critique) I'd read it as 'but both liked ....' rather than 'they'

Author's Reply:
Hi Ewan. thank you for your comment.You are right of course,have edited it accordingly.When I looked at my original I realised that I had said But they both liked.Thank you for pointing it out.Peter.

Mikeverdi on 03-04-2015
limerick
HaHaHa! Made me laugh Peter 🙂

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, thank you for comment. Glad it made you laugh.Happy Easter to you both,Peter.

Andrea on 04-04-2015
limerick
Haha, lovely Peter!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea, Glad you enjoyed it. Happy Easter,to you and yours, Peter xx

deadpoet on 17-08-2015
limerick
This just popped up on UKA's front page so I had to have a look- and got a good chuckle. Thank you. Have a pleasant evening- though looking at the clock- it is nearer night now.. 🙂
best
Pia

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pia,
I am glad it made you chuckle, it is lovely to learn that someone somewhere enjoyed my bit of nonsense.Be lucky,Peter xxx


Memories of early morning walks. (posted on: 23-03-15)
Just thinking.

This morning on my early walk Along a winding country lane I felt the stillness in the air And the caressing of gentle rain. Not a sound was to be heard, Nature was still asleep Until a glimmer of the sun Through the gentle rain did peep. Snowdrops swaying in the breeze And the odd golden Daffodil Filled my mind with wonder And gave me a warming thrill. I heard the song of early birds Saw young rabbits out at play Suddenly rushing back to their warren As Reynard the Fox came their way. I miss my early morning walks Now that I am old and grey, But I remember them With pleasure,every day. E.W.Peters. 22-03-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 23-03-2015
Memories of early morning walks.
I bet you do Peter, pleased to say I am still able to take the dogs out at least twice a day. I'm quite sure I would be lost without my walks.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
thank you for your comment. I am so glad that you can still enjoy your morning walks.Keep it up mate. I plucked up courage this morning ,walked for about a mile.That lane I wrote about in my poem is not the same.It is being spoiled by litter.I even discovered a pair of mud covered boots.I don't know what happened to the bloke that was in them.I hope he isn't buried in the field next door. Perhaps i ought to start digging tomorrow.It might be some old King. Ha,Ha, Be lucky, your friend Peter.
By the way,How is David? Please give him my best wishes when you are in touch.

sweetwater on 23-03-2015
Memories of early morning walks.
Your words create a wonderful picture Peter, it's such a sadness when reality doesn't live up to memory though. They had a major litter pick here on Saturday, I am waiting to see how long before it all returns. All the best, Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your kind comments.I get so frustrated when I see litter obviously thrown out of car windows, etc. Where will it ever end? be lucky, Peter xxx


Mental health. (posted on: 20-03-15)
I recently listened to an interview during which a mother recounted her experience with the mental health service.Her daughter required admission to a unit,but there were no vacancies near home. The poor girl was admitted to a place 60 miles away.This must have been very disturbing to the patient.

The world is such a funny place Created by the human race Belonging to many nations Over endless generations. Each generation invents anew What their ancestors already knew. This time it is our mental health That is being tackled with stealth. Huge institutions in the past Built solidly and built to last Were pulled down and sold To improve mental care we were told. The patients being unsound of mind Were told the authority would find A place for them to reside In town or countryside. They were re-housed here and there , Some were worried some didn't care, Some were placed in a nursing home, Others were just left to roam. It became a land of milk and honey for some owners raking in money. The residents? Why should they care, If they didn't like they could go elsewhere. Now at election time once more Mental health has come to the fore, We are promised a lot more money For mental health ,it is quite funny. Our leaders are at it once again, Conditions cannot just remain For those of us who are mentally ill They must create a Mental Health Bill. Perhaps we need more pilot schemes To try some of the old new dreams And before they have been evaluated A new mental Health Service is created. There is just one thing no one has done, While politicians have their fun Their politics will not have moved Until the the age old stigma is removed. E.W.Peters. 19-03-2015.
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sweetwater on 21-03-2015
Mental health.
Very good, no one seems to get the care of the sick ( mind or body ) quite right, hospitals are failing and putting the blame on those whom they are supposed to help, too many elderly taking up time and money, too many not going to GP.'s because there are not enough GP's. Mentally Ill thrown aside. We seem to be going backwards. Very topical poem, Sue.x

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
thank you for reading my effort. I agree with you nobody seems to care, except for many of the hardworking carers.I wonder when someone will think about building huge institutions just outside towns again, like the Victorians, to hide the mentally afflicted.It must be my age that I get so disturbed about things these days.Well that is life. Thank you for reading and commenting, Peter xxx

ValDohren on 21-03-2015
Mental health.
Very good Peter, just about sums up the state of health care right now.
Well written and as Sue says, very topical.
Val xxx

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Mikeverdi on 22-03-2015
Mental health.
There are many who can relate to these words Peter, well said.
Mike

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The Buggers. (posted on: 16-03-15)
Reading of the closure of a well known restaurant inspired me to write this little story.

Giovanni Accordinio had been running his restaurant "Isabella" in Charlotte Street for a number of years.It was a successful enterprise and well loved by its clientele.Most of his staff were members of his family,and they were all very good at their job. All was going well until one morning Giovanni's peace of mind was disturbed by the appearance of a well dressed gentleman who announced himself as being Mr. Ernest Coli,in short Mr.E.Coli ,a member of BUG ,an organisation that had been established by the government to inspect establishments such as Giovanni's. Giovanni was naturally impressed by Mr.Coli's position and invited him to have a look around.E.Coli explained that the initials BUG stood for British United Germinologists and that he was one of their junior representatives.After his inspection,E.Coli, who had taken vigorous notes and a number of swabs of staff and equipment thanked Giovanni and informed him that he would hear from BUG in due course. Time passed slowly, and two weeks later Giovanni received a short courteous letter informing him that Mr. E.Coli,their representative had found the restaurant to be most unsatisfactory from a hygiene point of view, and that it would therefore have to be closed until satisfactory standards had been achieved.They would send a Mr.Saint-Reptococcus to reinspect the restaurant in due course. This really worried Giovanni, and he and his staff gave the establishment a really good clean. A few days later Mr.St.Reptococcus arrived at "Isabella's", and after introducing himself to Giovanni, and producing his credentials,he commenced inspecting the premises.Like E.Coli he looked into every nook and cranny ,shaking his head and mumbling to himself every now and then. At last, to Giovanni's relief, he ended his inspection.He informed Giovanni that the place was too clean to be true,and that he would have to present his findings to his superior Dr.Ella Salmon, commonly known as Salmon Ella,who was the head of the organisation.,and who would have to make the final decision.Giovanni was distressed. What on earth could be the matter? He hired a domestic cleaning agency that was experienced in cleaning restaurants. Finally Dr.Ella Salmon arrived.She was a good looking well dressed lady, who immediately caught Giovanni's eye. Being of Latin origin he at once turned on all his charm and offered her a glass of his finest wine.He also told her that he had done everything possible to bring his establishment up to scratch. She put him at ease,and told him that she was the most experienced member of BUG,who had buggered about for years after obtaining her BB(Bachelor of Buggery)and her doctorate. Spending some time there she finally accepted the free meal Giovanni offered. Salmon Ella departed assuring Giovanni that she would be in touch.Giovanni was over the moon as the inspection seemed to have gone well. A week later a gentleman arrived at "Isabella's" introducing himself as the health inspector of the local council.His brief was to inspect the premises and to take samples of food and take swabs of surfaces as there had been an outbreak of diarrhoea, vomiting and sore throats,that could be traced to his restaurant.Giovanni protested most vehemently telling the inspector that he had three inspections from BUG and that they had closed his restaurant. The inspector looked puzzled. He had never had heard of an organisation called BUG.However he decided that the place should stay closed until further notice. Giovanni's distress was great. Never in all the years had anything like this happened. In the meantime a new restaurant along the road, owned by a Sardinian family, was making a roaring trade. All at once it dawned on one of Giovanni's sons that all the Buggers that came to the restaurant had been sent by the owner of the new establishment to contaminate their place. "Sabotage",shouted Giovanni,"you wait,I shall get my own back". When Giovanni was able to re-open again it wasn't long before his trade once more picked up.The Sardinian place down the road? Well,it was closed by the council,whose inspectors found rats,cockroaches and other vermin in the kitchen. I wonder how they got there? E.W.Peters.15-03-2015.
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e-griff on 16-03-2015
The Buggers.
Ha Ha! Very amusing indeed. Enjoyed it.

Couple of typos (S.Coli,satisfactory)

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.I am pleased that you enjoyed it.As for the typos,thank you, I have now edited the typos accordingly. Best wishes Peter.

sweetwater on 19-03-2015
The Buggers.
Great fun, kept me smiling all the way through, a clever story. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue.I am so glad you enjoyed this little bit of a funny story.Peter xxx


OGIP .Election manifesto. (posted on: 13-03-15)
In view of the forthcoming election I felt I needed to write this bit of rubbish.

OGIP. (Old geezers interference party). Abolish forces of law and order, Immediately open every border, Let immigrants in to do our work So we can enjoy our lives and shirk. Improve the nation's education If we are to become a shirking nation By closing the country's schools So we can all become fools. The Army? We'll get rid of it, After all who wants to fight? We are protected by the EU And they are always right. Old people never had it so good At least that's what we are told. This will be such a lovely place For those of us who are old. It is said our houses are to big, That we don't need all the space. So to solve the housing shortage Take an immigrant into the place. This would serve a dual purpose, No developments cluttering the land Instead our new found lodgers Could give the old a helping hand. It would also relieve the burden On the hard pressed NHS, And there is no doubt about it Would clear up the service's mess. Finally it might be an idea To shut down Parliament This then would be Utopia Under an EU government. So we appeal to all you voters Put your name down for the OGIP Come to the aid of this old land. Come on and get a grip. Peter. 11-03-2015.
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sweetwater on 14-03-2015
OGIP .Election manifesto.
I read this with a smile on my lips and a frown across my brow, it was both amusing and agonisingly right. If taking an immigrant into my home would stop the 2,000+ houses being built on the beautiful rolling countryside on my doorstep I would welcome them, after all there's lots living next door, just hope they understood English! How I long for the sensible order and security of the 'old days' it's all chaos and aggression now, regardless of which party is elected. I loved your polite rant, very good. Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
thank you for your comment on my " polite rant"I agree with you.I agree with you entirely.In spite of being an illegal legal immigrant(Ex Prisoner of War)I did not dare to enter a profession before I could speak the language.How things have changed.After all, if you choose to live in a strange country, at least have the decency to learn its language and customs. Thank you Sue for the comment.Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 14-03-2015
OGIP .Election manifesto.
I see you are taking over Davids role while he's away Peter. HaHa! Good read mate 🙂
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,I am glad you enjoyed reading what Sue calls my "polite rant"As for me taking over David's role,I wouldn't and I couldn't as my work would never be anything like the Master's work.Thank you however. Be lucky, your friend Peter.

Andrea on 14-03-2015
OGIP .Election manifesto.
Assume it's UKIP for you then Peter 🙂

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
I don't really know.Being an ignoramus in political matters I don't really know what UKIP stands for.If it stands for United Kingdom Ignorant Pomeranians I shall definitely cast my vote their way. Ha,Ha.Thank you for reading and replying Andrea.xxx Peter.


An Amusing Tale. (posted on: 09-02-15)
This is a story of my early life in England when I was trying to get to grips with the intricacies of spelling and pronunciation.

It happened many years ago.I was working on a farm in Bedfordshire after my discharge from a POW Camp.It was a lovely morning in the summer of that year,and I was busy helping to build a corn stack.Half way through the morning I was experiencing a sharp pain in my right lower abdomen which became increasingly worse as the morning went on.The farmer told me to see my GP in the next town. I cycled to the town,which was three miles away,and saw the doctor who diagnosed an acute appendicitis.He told me that he would contact Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge and inform them that he would send me. I went home,packed a few things and caught the bus to Cambridge.On arrival at the hospital I was examined and I was told that they would operate that evening.I was admitted to Albert Ward. After my operation I was cared for by some very kind and friendly Nurses. On the second morning after the operation the Ward Sister on her round checked that everything was in order.She asked me if I had had my bowls open.Having only a crude knowledge of English I was stunned.What did she mean? Have I had my bowels open?Bowls are for washing up,or for eating soup,what on earth did she mean? When she realised that I did not understand she told me not to worry, as there was an orderly who spoke my language. He was Polish, and he did not speak German.His English was little better then mine.After some banter and gesticulation, which must have looked funny, he asked me if I had a shit.Oh yes I replied.He told the sister,who then told me that I would not need an enigma.I was relieved in many ways when I discovered what an enigma was.My English improved after that, what a relief. (Little did I realise at the time that a few years later I would sit my first practical nursing test at the very same Hospital). Peter. 08-02-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 09-02-2015
An Amusing Tale.
HaHaHa! Yes Peter, that's the sort of thing that would speed up the learning process. Trying to communicate is so weird at times, I have stood in shops in Italy, Greece, Turkey and France trying to ask for the simplest of things, while all around me people are in stitches laughing at me; including my wife. Brilliant.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your reply.I am glad I am not the only one who experienced these difficulties.However, I found that once people realised I was a foreigner they started speaking louder and slower, as if that helped.That', life.Best wishes to both of you, Peter.

Andrea on 09-02-2015
An Amusing Tale.
Oh that is so funny! I had practically the same thing. I was in hospital (can't remember what for now) and the nurse asked me if I'd had an 'ontlasting'. I didn't have a clue what she meant, and everyone else was tittering 🙂 Then she said 'POEP, POEP', at the top of her voice, and I got the message (I had, by the way :))

(Pssst, it's 'bowels' :))

Author's Reply:
Dear Andrea, thank you so much for your comment.I am glad I was not the only one.It can be most embarrassing, but soon forgotten.By the way, thank you for the PSs about bowels.I know of course, but I should have written bowels when the sister asked me, and explain that I took it to be bowls.My mistake.I shall have to edit that.
By the way "Voices from the Web",I am really impressed by the lay out and the excellent contents.Congratulations to you and all involved.
I keep busy as usual,never a dull moment.I suppose you could say I am growing old gracefully.Rubbish, I am old.Best wishes to you and family, Peter.xxx

I just noticed, "ontlasting" appropriately rhymes with blasting. Ha Ha.

Andrea on 10-02-2015
An Amusing Tale.
Thanks for your kind words re Voices, Peter - so glad you enjoyed it!

x

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Down and Out. (posted on: 06-02-15)
I wrote this poem some years ago.It is of an incident in my life which made me think.

He sat at the corner of the street, His age I could not tell. Worn out shoes on his feet Looking quite unwell. Most people never cast a glance They simply passed him by, I may have done so, many times, But today he caught my eye. The cap in front of him on the ground Contained some small coins as I could see, Some passers by had dropped in the cap Perhaps enough for a cup of tea. His clothes appeared not all that clean And the small plastic bags on the ground No doubt contained all his possessions, Probably stuff he had found. Today I stopped and talked to him, Saying just:"Hello my friend". He looked up at me and replied:"Hi there", That was when I offered my hand. "Thank you Sir ,", he said to me "I like that very much, You cannot know what life is like Without any human touch". He told me his story which I shall not retell, It would be far to long, It was not the usual hard luck tale, But a sad life that had gone wrong. I could not help but think to myself My God, this could have been me, Would I have dealt any better then him With this life's catastrophe? I hadn't got much to give him, But what I had he received, I had no job and no money myself, But for one thing I was relieved. I had a loving partner, Who helped me when she could, I always had her tender touch Which for both of us was good. How often do we walk about, Our noses in the air, Not noticing a fellow human Who may yearn for someones care? I swore to myself that from then on I shall never again ignore My fellow man sitting on the street As I had done before. E.W.Peters.
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sweetwater on 06-02-2015
Down and Out.
I always feel so sorry for anyone in that situation, and want to help but we are told never to give money as it's either a scam, or used for drugs/ alcohol. Or people have offered hot drinks and sandwiches and been sworn at for not giving money instead. Which is such a shame for all those in real need. I really enjoyed your sympathic poem, it was a fascinating insight into a dreadful way of living. I have written a couple on this subject myself. Sue.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your kind comments. Yes, I know one should not give money for the reasons you stated, but this was such a special case in which neither drugs nor alcohol was involved.His story was really special.Why I stopped that day I shall never know,but I know I helped someone who was really in need.Best wishes, Peter xxx

Bozzz on 07-02-2015
Down and Out.
A very touching poem - strange how often a small kindness can become a rewarding experience in life. I recall a business journey to London in the peLting rain. I drove past two people huddled together thumbing a lift. A couple of miles on I suddenly I said to myself 'You rotten sod', I turned round and went back for them - they wanted London. When we got to Windsor the main road was flooded and my engine stalled. Without their help in pushing the car through the water a foot deep for nearly 200 yards, I would have been stuck there for many hours. A small thought richly rewarded. Thanks for your good poem to remind me to behave well. Yours, David

Author's Reply:
Hello David, thank you for your comment.I am glad that you had an experience like that in your life.I had a couple of similar happenings,and I too reaped the benefit of my actions..It is good to help someone in distress.It appears that there is often a reward for a kind gesture. Be Lucky, Peter.

stormwolf on 07-02-2015
Down and Out.
Hi Peter,
I agree that the beggar on the street can cause all sorts of awakenings in us. I wrote a poem along the same lines a while ago.
Sad that many now, are in fact, part of a gang of criminals who send all the money back home to Romania.They have done irreparable damage to many on the streets.
I feel as a nation we have almost become brain dead to beggars but it is indeed because many of us live one pay cheque away from disaster.

Thanks for posting
When we lose empathy for our fellow humans we may as well be dead.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for comment and taking the time to read my poem.I agree with you that there are a lot of rogues on the streets of our cities now, who exploit the kindheartedness of many people.The world has changed so much, But I shall not.I am only repaying the kind actions of strangers to me in the past.After all we have been on the breadline at one time or another in our lives.and one must not forget. Take care, and once more many thanks, Peter xx

Mikeverdi on 08-02-2015
Down and Out.
Well said Peter, we can all do with reminding from time to time...it could be us.

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, we all need reminding at times.Hope you are well Peter.


The Flame of Love. (posted on: 26-01-15)
I was reflecting on my past, and on our long married life.This is the result of my thoughts.

The flame of our love Still burning bright As it has done for many years. There have been times When the storms of life Tried to extinguish it, But without success. We always fanned it back Into a bright glow To warm us And to shine its light on us. Time is getting short now, How long will this flame keep burning? We don't know, What ever happens The one of us who shall be left Will be looking into the embers Remembering the bright Burning flame of our love. E.W.Peters. 25-01-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 26-01-2015
The Flame of Love.
Great sentiment Peter, when you truly love.... nothing else comes close.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, yes, you are right. Be lucky. Peter.

Bozzz on 27-01-2015
The Flame of Love.
Who goes first is always the terrifying conundrum, but speculation never helps because the absence of a companion is an irreplaceable loss. Stay lucky and hope for the best - a lovely poem Peter. It touches us too.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your heartfelt comment.Life is difficult at times, but somehow one always overcomes. Best wishes, Peter.


The Ivy Leaf. (posted on: 23-01-15)
I have a dried up ivy leaf in my grandfather's watch-case which reminds me of a cold winter's night in Pomerania many years ago.

A dried up ivy leaf resting in my grandfather's watch case often whispers to me when I look at it. Do you remember picking me On that cold winter's night? The snow was thick, Its white blanket was covering The last resting place Of two people you loved. I can see you now, Kneeling in the snow, A lonely figure, whispering your last farewells, Shedding a few tears. That is when I willed you to pick me. You needed something to remember them by. Each time you look at the watch now And look at me, You think about that cold winter's night In a faraway place, Where you mother and father Are sleeping through eternity. E.W.Peters. 21-01-2015.
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ValDohren on 23-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
This is lovely Peter and very inspired.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val I am pleased that you liked my little piece of memory. Peter xxx

Gothicman on 23-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
Yes, a beautifully written piece, quite the best one I've read of yours; the beauty is in its poignant simplicity using the small leaf as witness to a very memorable moment giving it a permanent connection. Fine personal messaging and a joy to read.
Trevor

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your complimentary comment.I am pleased that you enjoyed this piece of a personal memory.Yes, very often few words can express such a lot.Best wishes, Peter.

Bozzz on 23-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
Agree with Trevor - your best yet. Resonates for me - every time I go to my father's old oak desk and see the burn marks of stubbed out cigarettes on the beautifully polished oak - criminal but a loving reminder. Thank you Peter

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, I am so glad it resonated with you, and that you also have fond memories of your father.Thank you for your complimentary comments. Best wishes,Peter.

ValDohren on 23-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
This is lovely Peter and very inspired.
Val xx

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sweetwater on 24-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
A beautifully worded poem,very poignant. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, thank you for reading and commenting. It means a lot to me. Best wishes Peter.xxx

Mikeverdi on 25-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
Beautiful, it is indeed the best of you. A very special poem.If it were in my power you would have a Nib.
Well done Peter.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hello Mike,
Thank you so much for your comment, rating and the suggestion .I don't think it is good enough for a nib.Thank you however. Best wishes, Peter

charliesgirl on 25-01-2015
The Ivy Leaf.
I really enjoyed this. It shows what memories a little souvenir can recall!
Pat

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Pat, I am glad you enjoyed my little memory.Best wishes, Peter.


The snowdrop. (posted on: 19-01-15)
I very often used to go for an early walk, and this is what I saw.

One morning walking in the rain Along a Devon country lane I spotted something small and white In the early morning light. It was a humble snowdrop Swaying gently in the breeze Its little white bell,on a fragile stem Adding colour to the frieze. A frieze of dark green verges, Of hedges and the odd tree, Of empty brown fields across the hedge As far as the eye could see. I stopped and looked at the snowdrop I thought I could hear its bell ring, And I felt so very lucky To see this harbinger of spring. E.W.Peters.
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Mikeverdi on 19-01-2015
The snowdrop.
Nice thoughts Peter, there are daffs out down here in the parks and hedgerows 🙂

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for reading and commenting. There used to be daffs in Armada Way.Peter.

ValDohren on 19-01-2015
The snowdrop.
Lovely Peter. It's many years since I last saw a snowdrop, they are such pretty things.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Valerie for commenting.I saw my first Crocus today.Be lucky, Peter xxx

sweetwater on 19-01-2015
The snowdrop.
Lovely images of the fields and lanes, how nice to see a snowdrop in its natural setting, wish we had them round here. Sue.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue, for reading and commenting.Yes, we are lucky to live were we live.Unfortunately there is always some fly in the ointment in the form of a developer who wants to spoil all this.Peter xxx

Bozzz on 20-01-2015
The snowdrop.
I believe the Devon lanes are the most beautiful and rich in flowers in the UK. most are sunken due to the comparatively high rainfall in the West which means the hedges are high and driving needs great caution. Spring-loaded - a nice piece to start it off Peter.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much David for your comment.Yes, driving needs great caution as you say,but I wouldn't change these lanes for the world.Mind you,the lanes of Somerset and Dorset can be a challenge too, not forgetting Cornwall. Three cheers for the West Country.

Ionicus on 21-01-2015
The snowdrop.
A sweet poem, Peter. Snowdrops are such lovely flowers. We have quite an abundance in our garden.

Author's Reply:
Hi Luigi,
I thank you for your comment.Yes I agree they are beautiful.I have some in my garden.and also some croci. Be luck, Peter.

Nemo on 22-01-2015
The snowdrop.
A nicely crafted picture, Peter.
Cheers, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Gerald, much appreciated.Best wishes Peter.


My concerns. (posted on: 09-01-15)
The reasons for having written this poem are the many concerning reports in the press about the failings of the NHS.This is not a detrimental story about the many hard working carers, who often have to work under the most frustrating conditions.I have been fortunate to have good care at all times.

I am an old retired nurse That trained in the year dot, Each time I open the papers these days It worries me a lot To read the service that once was A caring organisation Has been reduced to chaos Due to many a reorganisation. Successive governments have changed The service for political gains, Each time they tried they failed, A mess is all that remains. I remember the old days of caring When they were the ward sisters' domain But to deliver good nursing care Often is now in vain. It is met with more bureaucracy With endless filling of forms, Sisters' functions were changed, Form filling is now the norm. Many a carer is forced to waste time Doing the work of a clerk Instead of dispensing nursing care, Their task since Noah's Ark. They introduced targets that have to be met To meet them is a must I don't think anyone has met them yet, Is that why the Kitty is bust? What of the patients? Politicians don't care , Perhaps Hospitals would be better places If the patients were not there. And still politicians want to change The service that once was perfection By reorganising it yet again to help them to win the election. Do they ever consider the old and frail, Think of the sick and others that ail, What of the unfortunate mentally ill? They just dispense the "Cure the NHS pill". In the meantime people still fall ill, They still need the best of care, But how can they get it nowadays If the carers are not there? While their leaders enjoy a fat bonus For carers hard work is the onus. Perhaps there will be a change in direction After this year's general election. E.W.Peters.09-01-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 09-01-2015
My concerns.
Peter, the concept of this is excellent, I don't think anyone would disagree with what you are saying; I certainly don't. If I could offer an opinion, I think it would work better in the form of an Open Letter, as if to those in charge...an then I would send it to the newspapers. Well said my friend.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike. I am you are right about the open letter and the submission to the press. How ever, I have a lot on my plate, and I feel that i don't have the time to get involved like that. Thank you very much for your advice however. Your friend Peter.

ValDohren on 09-01-2015
My concerns.
Just a couple of observations on the penultimate verse Peter. The second line should read 'once' - a typo. Then the third line, it might be better to say 'yet' rather than repeating 'once.' As for the content, I agree that too much money is wasted on the continual changes they keep making. We would be lost without our wonderful NHS, they just need to get their act together !
Val xxx

Author's Reply:
Hi Valerie,thank you so much for your helpful comment,it is always very much appreciated.Yes, it is a typo, and as for the second one I agree, yet is much better then a repeat of once. Will edit as soon as I can. Love Peter.xxx

charliesgirl on 09-01-2015
My concerns.
This says it all! Let us hope things change very soon!

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for reading and commenting. Peter.

sweetwater on 09-01-2015
My concerns.
I totally agree with all you say Peter, the whole situation is becoming more and more ridiculous and it's always the ordinary person who pays the price. So many of our organisations have been torn apart, and made the country fall to it's knees. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. Yes, I agree with you Sue, our service was once the envy of the world,No longer. Once more, thank you. Peter xxx

Bozzz on 10-01-2015
My concerns.
Peter, you cover the waterfront so well - all the material is here for a great letter to you favourite papere - so I agree with Mike on that it needs a wider audience. If you do that, my advice would be to include briefly your wartime existence and capture and (to your great credit) how you stayed here to create what is indeed an 'amende honorable' - and now this horror. A very moving story my friend. Well done Sir....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your very complementary comment. Like I said to Mike, I have so much on my plate that I would find it difficult to start to write to the papers.I know you both are probably right,but I Can't do it at present.If however i find the time I might do it. More to the point David,how is your hand? I hope that after the stitches are removed you will have less discomfort.What happened?
I wish you a speedy recovery my friend, Peter.


A last wish. (posted on: 09-01-15)
I have given this poem some thought since the passing of our daughter's partner, who wanted to have his ashes scattered over the peat bogs of County Kerry.

The day I die, and die I must Would that my ashes just like dust Were scattered in the fresh clean air, Caught by a gentle breeze so rare, That it would lift them to the sky, In jubilation I would cry. Wish that the breeze would carry them To places far and near To places across sea and land Places I once held dear, To beaches where I long to be By my dear old Baltic Sea. Wish that the breeze would carry them To countries I have known And perhaps every now and then To the country I once called my own. Carry them at ultimo,blow them at random to and fro Until I have had my fill,that is my final will. E.W.Peters. 07-01-2015.
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Mikeverdi on 09-01-2015
A last wish.
Ah Peter....but not just yet please; so much more for you to write. 🙂
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, thank you, I hope I shall be here a little longer, I need to be, there is still a lot to do.Peter.

ValDohren on 09-01-2015
A last wish.
No, definitely not yet Peter.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Than you Val, No you are right, not yet for a while I hope.Peter xxx


Sod's Law. (posted on: 02-01-15)
This is a continuation of the previous limerick.I thought I would start the new year off with another daft bit of writing.

She thought she had made the right start By marrying the boring old fart, But unlike before The old fart did snore, He'd developed it into a fine art. It made her weep every night Insomnia became her plight, Had she made a mistake for the odour's sake? Will she ever get it right? Will she ever be able to tell Which is better,the noise or the smell? Could she discover? Finding a new lover? Or live her life in hell? E.W.Peters. 01-01-2015.
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ValDohren on 02-01-2015
Sods Law.
Separate rooms is the answer here Peter !!
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Of course, you are right Val.Thank you for reading and commenting. Peter xxx.

Bozzz on 02-01-2015
Sods Law.
Peter, I fear you have spent too many hours on night duty and heard too many variations on the gentle art of snoring. You are now able to discover music in a pigsty. A hazard of the trade in your profession? Sleep well in 2015....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your kind comment. Yes, I suppose I can write a score (musical) to each snore.As for the pigsty, that too, worked with pigs as a POW,listening to their snorts.I hope you will sleep well in 2015 too my friend. Best wishes, Peter.

sweetwater on 04-01-2015
Sods Law.
I think this poor lady would be better off with a cat, certainly not another new partner, who knows what he may bring to the party! Fun write much enjoyed. Sue.x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your comment.Yes, I am sure you are right.The only problem is ,will the cat rule her, like ours does us? I am glad you enjoyed my Little bit of nonsense. Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 05-01-2015
Sods Law.
HaHaHa!there you go again, sorry to be late. Not sure what would be easier to sleep with....I will ask Lesley, she says I do both 🙂
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, thank you for commenting.Have you ask Leslie yet? I am sure Edna could tell you a tale or two.Hope you both had a good Christmas and New Year, Be lucky, Peter.


Sod's Law. (posted on: 29-12-14)
This limerick came to my mind out of the blue this morning.The poor girl couldn't get it right.

She lived with a farting old bore until she could stand it no more, she made a new start with a boring old fart and life carried on as before. E.W Peters. 27-12-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 30-12-2014
Sods Law.
HaHa! That's a bit different, have you been talking to my wife 🙂

If you dont mind me saying,I think 'another old fart' would be a better ending though Peter.

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, Thank you for your comment.Much appreciated. I can't however agree on your suggested line. I meant to emphasise the boring bit. Have a look at Sue,s comment.Take care, Peter

sweetwater on 30-12-2014
Sods Law.
Very much enjoyed this fun rhyme, I especially liked the way lines one and four were turned around to make the twist at the end. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue, for your comment.I am pleased you enjoyed this little bit of rhyming.Yes, the twist was very much intended. Be lucky,hoping to read a few more of your poems in the New Year,Happy 2015, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 30-12-2014
Sods Law.
I've read this again Peter, changed my mind... I think you and Sue are right 🙂
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike I thought you would. Happy New Year. Peter.

ValDohren on 30-12-2014
Sods Law.
Very good Peter - tell me, are all men obsessed with farting. My late husband was off the scale !
Val x

Author's Reply:
Hello Valerie, thank you for your comment.I think you are right,but I met a lady in the Harz mountains who almost blew us off the top of the Brocken. glad you could mention your dear late husband.We spent Christmas with our daughter and family, who was able for the first time to talk about her life's partner who passed away last April,and no tears. We were relieved, as we thought she was hiding her feelings. Have a good 2015 Val, Peter xxx

Bozzz on 31-12-2014
Sods Law.
Hi Peter, I could send you the best dirty limerick ever written, but not by me of course. Good fun - all in the cause of poetry at its best - how come you too are in the anal stage? That makes three of us - if not all male members here, Cheers to Hew Year for you and family.,....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comment. I have been a Vater for 65 years yesterday,but a farter for the last 89 years.HA,Ha. However I once met a lady on the Brocken in the Harz mountains, who could "outfart" any man.Of course, she came from the Vaterland.Best wishes and Happy New Year, Your friend Peter.


Olly the Ram (posted on: 08-12-14)
After reading Andrea's humorous poem about delicious Dolly, (30-01-2012)I felt that this excellent work could do with a sequel. Well here it is.

Now Andrea's pet sheep named Dolly Had a boyfriend,a ram,named Olly. Olly was black With a very thick neck When upset he went of his trolley. One day when it poured with rain He was searching for Dolly in vain, He went off his trolley Finding Dolly's brolly Knowing how she disliked the rain. Looking for her made him quite sad, He knew her aquaphobia was bad This torrential rain Could cause her pain, His fruitless search drove him mad. Finding out about Dolly's fate The thought just filled him with hate For Andrea eating Dolly He simply took Dolly's brolly Committing an act that was jolly. You ask me what did he do? I really hadn't a clue Until when walking about I heard someone loudly shout I have just found Andrea's left shoe. My guess is he went off his trolley Chased Andrea with Dolly's brolly, Made her run and shout: "What's all this about I really loved my Dolly". "Very well",said Olly the ram "I really don't care a damn, All I know is hate Regrets are too late For eating Dolly my mate". E.W.Peters. 07-12-2014.
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Bozzz on 10-12-2014
Olly the Ram
In a French restaurant I drank a little too much good wine early on and when the lamb course came it was tough as hell.
I called the waitress and asked her if the lamb/sheep was 'en retraite' - retired. She must have told the cook, because a minute later he appeared at our table both angry and laughing. "Fou Anglais" he said - "It was straight from Canterbury" - but offered no replacement. Perhaps Dolly was also retired and due for treatment. Nice thoughts Peter.

Author's Reply:
Hi David, thank you for your comment and the amusing little story.I can see the scene.Best wishes Peter.

Capricorn on 10-12-2014
Olly the Ram
I find it difficult to write one limerick let alone 7 verses. I really enjoyed this!
Eira

Author's Reply:
Thank you Eira, I am glad you enjoyed my little sequel to Andrea's poem about Dolly.Best wishes, Peter.

sweetwater on 11-12-2014
Olly the Ram
Read this on Monday but haven't had a minute to comment until now, sorry 🙁 I enjoyed the fun in this, poor Dolly what a sad ending for her and Olly. I never eat lamb or mutton she should have come here. Sue xx


Author's Reply:
hi Sue, sorry I haven't thanked you before.Been busy.I am glad you enjoyed this. Poor little lamb has lost its way, Should have come your way. Best wishes, Peter.xxx

Andrea on 17-12-2014
Olly the Ram
Well, I never! Poor Olly and Dolly 🙂


Here she is for interested parties...Delicious Dolly


I'm quite flattered, I must say!




Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting Andrea,peter xxx


Sad Times. (posted on: 05-12-14)
I wrote this during a particular difficult week of my wife's initial diagnosis with Alzheimer's Dementia. I am glad to say that the situation is very stable at present for which we are grateful.

Dark clouds are drifting through my mind. Drifting to and fro. Occasional shafts of light pierce my gloomy sky, giving me hope. Those rays of light are getting fewer, one day they will disappear. All thoughts of hope will be gone. E.W.Peters.
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Mikeverdi on 05-12-2014
Sad Times.
A sad poem for a sad time Peter. That those we know and love, should be reduced to a shell of their former selves before our eyes is a hard burden to carry; but we do with a will... for we love them.
As always, our thoughts are with you.
Mike


Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your very kind thoughts.Yes, we do anything for the ones we love. Peter.

Bozzz on 05-12-2014
Sad Times.
And for us older folk there is the constant worry: there but for the grace of God (or if you are a secular person - the luck of the genes), go I. Each day I try to test myself and end up suppressing tears over my brother who went that way. Concise and Well written Peter.....Yours aye, David

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Andrea on 06-12-2014
Sad Times.
Very moving indeed, Peter. I wish you and your wife all the best.

Ax

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Andrea,for your kind words.Things are not too bad, at least we cope .By the way, I have solved the problem I wrote to you about, re.: submissions.May thanks. Peter xxx

deadpoet on 07-12-2014
Sad Times.
Yes so sad- maybe mostly for the family and for you as a partner- though I also know it is painful for the sufferers. best wishes to you and your wife. A very expressive poem.
Pia


Author's Reply:
Thank you Pia for your much appreciated comment.I am only glad, that having worked with Dementia,I understand and appreciate the feelings of the sufferer.I only wish that more people would have a better understanding of all the forms of dementia and mental illness in general .Once again thank you Pia, Peter.

Gothicman on 08-12-2014
Sad Times.
New medicines are being developed and tried every day, Peter. I wish you both, you and your wife, good fortune in that respect. Also variations in response to treatment and brake medicines are thankfully on a wide spectrum, so let's hope it remains stable, or at least manageable for a long time to come. A very insightful poem as we tend to think in worst scenario terms, but your intro sets us right as to how you try to approach it in each passing day reality. Thanks for posting and sharing.
Trevor

Author's Reply:
Thank you Trevor for your thoughtful comments and for reading.Yes,there are a number of brake medicines, and after trial and error,resulting in some nasty side effects we are now using daily skin patches which seem to be keeping the situation in hand.Having worked with dementia of one kind and another I am able to cope quite well.There is always hope.If only people would realise that dementia is an illness, and not some sort of stigmatised state of the mind.Thank you once again Trevor for your comment which is much appreciated. Peter.


Uncle's Outside Loo. (posted on: 01-12-14)
I used to go to my Uncle's place in the country during school holidays.Being a city boy I was fascinated by his toilet.Here is the story of this place.

The toilet was my favourite place When staying at my uncle's place, I used to go to the outside loo For my early morning poo. It was a wooden construction, A seat with a hole in the middle, I often wondered where all the waste went, It was a bit of a riddle. The inside walls of this outside loo Were painted brilliant white, Providing an air tranquility For a comfortable shite. My Uncle,being fed up with this sight Thought of a cunning caper He decided that the outside loo Required some nice wallpaper. This was at the time of returning wealth Inflation was over at last, The days of enormous paper currencies Was a legacy of the past. One day after he had papered it I sat there and looked at the paper. There were many bills of a thousand marks The result of my uncle's caper. I found one worth a million marks Took it off to take to the shop, Not realising it was worthless Couldn't buy a chocolate drop. When I got older I learned of the time When the country suffered an inflation, I still laugh when I think of the outside loo Uncle's place of defecation.
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stormwolf on 02-12-2014
Uncles Outside Loo.
haha what can I say?
The way things are going paper money may soon be able to be used in the bog in more constructive ways 😉
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for commenting. Much appreciated. Gad to make you laugh. Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 02-12-2014
Uncles Outside Loo.
HaHaHa! Peter you are on form with this one! Well done old friend.
Hope all is well at home.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi mike, thank you for your comment.Glad you liked my uncle's DIY efforts.Yes, things are fairly well here. Thank you my friend, be lucky, Peter

Bozzz on 04-12-2014
Uncles Outside Loo.
Peter, I well remember those days and as a child stamp collector, how so many things, including German stamps, became worthless. If the notes had not changed hands so many times, I am sure your uncle would have not pasted them to the wall, but put them in a loo box for other purposes. I can remember the post-WW2 row when social science became the easiest ever degree to get at Cambridge and it became known that some undergraduate wag had taken some rolls of paper from a college loo and on each sheet had printed "Cambridge Social Service Degree - Help yourself." Cheers my friend
...David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comments.Yes I too used to collect those stamps.Learned all my geography from them.I liked you reference to the "Cambridge Social Service Degree". Thank you again, Peter.

sweetwater on 04-12-2014
Uncles Outside Loo.
When I was first married we had a very old cottage on a farm, in the wilds of deepest Devon. We had a stone built outside loo, the door didn't touch at top or bottom, the roof leaked and there was no light. When it rained you had to visit with an umbrella and keep your feet up out of the small river that ran over the floor, plus avoid all the other life forms that lived in there. Being young we thought it great fun. I wrote a poem about it, on similar lines to yours. Thank you for a very enjoyable read plus a walk down memory lane. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this little bit of humour.We started out in a small thatched cottage in a hamlet in Cambridgeshire.Like you, we had a very similar outside loo,at the bottom of our garden. Same procedure as yours.Very windy in many ways at all times. I didn't like emptying the bucket at regular intervals.However we were both very young and happy. Lovely memories. Thank you Sue.xxx

gwirionedd on 22-06-2015
Uncles Outside Loo.
Jetzt, mein Freund, bist du ein richtiger Engländer, der richtiges Englisch spricht, zum Beispiel:

"I used to go to the outside loo
For my early morning poo"

und

"Providing an air of tranquility
For a comfortable shite".

Ich habe gehört, dass deutsche Humor sich sehr oft um Scheiße handelt. Ist das korrekt? Es scheint so, und würde erklären, warum ihr 'Scheiß' und 'Arsch' sagt, wenn wir 'Fuck' sagen würden. Bei uns geht die Humor vielleicht mehr um Sex und Geschlechtsteile, ho ho ho.

Du gebrauchst Englisch und reimst sehr gut auf jeden Fall.



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Myfawny a limerick (posted on: 17-11-14)
I once knew a lady by this name, which I had difficulty in pronouncing.

A young man by name of Kenny, met a girl from Abergavenny her name was Myfanwy which he could not pronounce so he simply called her my Fanny. E.W.Peters. 16-11-2014.
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sweetwater on 18-11-2014
Myfawny a limerick
Haha, loved this, such a difficult name that one. I guess Kenny had the right idea anyway 🙂 Sue.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Sue, just a bit of fun. I once knew a lady called Bronwyn, who was a heavy smoker.She used to cough a lot.So I told her I couldn't pronounce her name, and I called her Bronco. She did not mind.Thank you for reading and commenting, Peter xxx


a daft limerick. (posted on: 17-11-14)
Having little time these days to write lengthy pieces, I thought this might amuse someone.

A Hertfordshire farmer named Fred making love in his old lambing shed got the fright of his life when caught by his wife that he wished he could quickly drop dead. E.W.Peters. 16-11-2014
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Bozzz on 17-11-2014
a daft limerick.
Hi Peter, I find it best to count the beats in Limerick lines when I write them. It should be 33223. I suggest you take another look, though I know they are not regarded as serious poetry - just fun, so does it really matter ? Yours aye, David. P.S. I have sent you a private note via the system.


Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Thank you so much for your advice,I really appreciate it. I have edited the limerick.using your words and mine. I think it is better this way.Wishing you all the best, Peter.

sweetwater on 18-11-2014
a daft limerick.
I enjoyed this, made me smile, just wish I knew who he was in the lambing shed with, can a limerick have another verse? so I can find out. 🙂 Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
thank you for your comment.As We can only submit to entries a publishing day, which I have done, I am sending this directly as my reply.

Now here is a quick reply
Which is solely for your eye
We can only submit two
So this is for you
And the reason for this reply.

The Hertfordshire farmer named Fred
Who was caught in the old lambing shed
Making love to a lady
Whose past was quite shady
Said her name should never be said.

But his neighbour whose name was Rosie
Was a lady who was very nosy
She ferreted round
Until she found
That the name of the lady was Josie.


Be lucky, best wishes,Peter xxx

sweetwater on 19-11-2014
a daft limerick.
That is very sweet of you Peter, you have given me another smile thank you. I now know all the saucy little secrets. Plus a limerick can have more than one verse! :-)) Sue xxx

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He won't be forgotten. (posted on: 10-11-14)
I remember the day, some years ago, when an Army Officer came to my office requesting to see one of my nurses, as he had some news for her.As she was off duty I directed him to her home. This poem is the subject of his news.I thought it would be appropriate to publish now.

His mother was a German Jewess Who survived Nazi tyranny. His father was a West Indian Who was happy as could be. John grew up in the country, His mother was a nurse, His father drove a lorry, John was the happiest boy on earth. He went to school and he grew up With youngsters of his own age, Played cricket for his school, And enjoyed the rock and roll rage. While at school he joined the Army Cadets Later the Royal Engineers, He really enjoyed Army life, Never showing any fears. He served in various places, Enjoyed most of his postings, Occasionally had a bit of grief, And got himself a roasting. But all the years of his service He was a good comrade to all, Never shirking his duties, Always following the call. He was posted to Northern Ireland Served in Derry and Belfast, He never thought that this posting Was going to be his last. One night when out on patrol He was killed by an enemy, Never again to return alive To his loving family. Now here is the real tragedy, A young man of mixed race, Fought for his Queen and Country In a very mixed up place. He was just one of so many Who for their country gave their life, When will it ever dawn on mankind That the answer is to end all strife. E.W.Peters. 10-11-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 11-11-2014
He wont be forgotten.
A sad and emotive subject Peter, how to relay this news, I cant imagine an appropriate way. If I'm honest I think this would have been better as prose, its such a strong piece. Not to take anything away from this writing; just an opinion.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
I think you are right, perhaps it would have been better in prose.I might even try that,especially as there is a bit more to it.The officer who came to see me, wanted me to inform the poor woman of her son,s death, which I refused.As you say,I could not think of an appropriate way to tell her.Best wishes and thank you, Peter.

Kipper on 13-11-2014
He wont be forgotten.
Hello Pommer
This poem brings the concept of conflict nearer to home, and reminds us that grief can exist everywhere.
I served in Northern Ireland too so your poem has special relevance for me. Your story of a small group of people also reminds us that as well as dividing people, war can draw people from many countries and races together. If there is the slightest brightness in war perhaps that is it.

A story well told, Michael

(PS I think Mike's suggestion is worth considering)


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ALletter to Granny. (posted on: 03-11-14)
I came across an old exercise book of 1858, belonging to my grandmother whom I never knew.I fantasised communicating with her, and here is the result.

01-11-2014. Dear Granny, I came across your exercise book of 1858 when you were at school at Kagendorf.You were twelve years old.I must say your handwriting was superb.When I read the texts, you obviously copied from the Holy Bible,I was overcome by the eerie feeling that you were trying to give me a message.Well, here I am, and here is my reply. I am Peter, or really Ernst-Wilhelm Friedrich,your last surviving grandson.I am the son of your daughter Emma and her husband Ernst.I never knew you of course as you passed away in 1909, and I wasn't born until 1926.Lots of things have happened in all those years since then,and I don't know if you are able to witness all these events from wherever you are. Two terrible wars in which we lost your son Richard (1916), and your grandson Guenter (1944),the son of your daughter Hedwig. I served in the last dreadful conflict, but I was fortunate enough to survive.As you can see I don't live in our country anymore.I was a Prisoner of War in England,found a wife,and started a family.We have a daughter, four grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren.so you see the line of succession continues. I often look at the sky at night,and when I see all those wonderful stars I think of all of our family that have gone, and I often wonder if they did the same in their lifetime,and what were their thoughts.I know you can't tell me,but I feel that communicating with you in this way may have been your wish at one time. What were your thoughts in 1858 when you sat at your desk copying those passages? Were you bored? Were you looking forward to Christmas that year? Were you wondering what the future would hold?There are so many things I would like to know about Granddad and you,all I do know is that you were a lovely person, always singing, smiling and full of fun.That is what my mother told me. I am writing a lot of poetry about all sorts of things.I am also writing the story of my life so my followers will have some idea what our life was like.Perhaps all of you somewhere in the unknown will see the sense to this.I don't know, but no amount of guessing will tell me.Perhaps one day I shall get a sign from you or one of the other members of the family indicating that you approve of what I am trying to do. I am 88 years old now,and the best years of my life are over.Edna ,my wife is 85 years old.We have had a wonderful life together,and we hope that we shall have a few more years.We naturally had our ups and downs,but our love for each other has always helped us to survive.I hope that you are happy wherever you are Granny, and that your are enjoying a well earned rest after an active life here on earth.I send you all our love. Your grandson Peter xxx
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Rab on 03-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
A lovely letter; it should go into your life story.

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Rab, that is quite a thought.I think I shall do so. Best wishes, Peter.

Andrea on 03-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
Fascinating and wonderful stuff, Peter.

Could maybe do with some paragraph breaks for easier reading?

Author's Reply:
thank you for your comment and advice.I can see on re-reading it. Will have a look at it again and edit. Thank you. I hope you are keeping well.Just had some royalties from my book. Poetry does not sell well,so I donated the lot to Hospiscare in Honiton towards our new centre.Best wishes to you and yours, Peter.xxx

sweetwater on 03-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
I found this addictive reading Peter, my cousin Beryl who is a good many years my senior has sent me a journal she wrote about our family ( my mum and dad were first cousins ) she went right back to Lucy 1880's I have the " family pig " a largish china pig in a Victorian dress and bonnet sitting on a chair, her top half lifts off, it's a very, very scary thing, but Lucy was the first owner to hand it down. And as I read all about her, and owning something of hers made her seem very close. Your poem gave me the same feeling about you and your Granny. Great writing, Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Sue for reading and commenting.Yes, owning something that belonged to someone close in the past makes you feel closer to them.I am glad you enjoyed reading the letter.There will be a follow upon Friday.I like the idea of the "family pig". Best wishes, Peter xx

ValDohren on 03-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
Very sweet Peter, a lovely thought to write such a letter.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for reading my letter to Granny.I am glad you liked it. I shall publish a strange follow up on Friday.Best wishes, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 04-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
Wonderful to read Peter, I think its of your best, and I agree you should place it in your story. Just a suggestion, after the full stops you need a space.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, thank you for reading and commenting on my letter.As for the full stops, purely oversight on my part. thank you however for pointing it out.Watch this space on Friday.Be lucky,Your fiend Peter.

Bozzz on 04-11-2014
ALletter to Granny.
You show your own imagination as well as your Granny's. You honour tradition...Bravo Sir...David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, yes, tradition has always been a strong point of this family.Be lucky, Peter.

Capricorn on 11-12-2014
ALletter to Granny.
I am so glad you mentioned this letter in your comment in my poem. I have really enjoyed reading this. Well done!
Eira

Author's Reply:
Thank you Eira,I am sorry for the delay, but I had a lot on my plate.Thank you.Peter


Early Education. (posted on: 31-10-14)
I read that someone suggested that infants should start school at the age of two.Also that children should be given toothpaste and brush so that teachers can supervise twice daily brushing.What next? ( My youngest great-grandson is actually four).

I really don't know what to do, My great-grandson is just two, Some educational fool Suggested he should start school. My granddaughter is not very happy, He has just stopped using a nappy, Whilst he is not a fool, He is far too young for school. Why do these educationalists Not listen to what the elders say, Early infancy is not for school, It's to learn about life through play. Most of us who started school at five Did learn to cope with normal life Without formal early education To become useful members of the nation. Still, if it's going to be law To start them at that early age , Will going to get A-Levels at eight Be the next crazy rage? The little child, two years old, Will be taken to school in a rush. I hope its mother won't forget To take the toothpaste and brush. It is then up to the teacher To teach and to explain That twice daily brushing Will not be in vain. Another duty for them to do Will be to teach them to use the loo, What time have they got to instruct Their charges in proper conduct? My mind is now in a whirl, But I know what we shall do, My little great-grandson Won't go to school at two. E.W.Peters. 30-10-1214.
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Supratik on 31-10-2014
Early Education.
A pressing fact depicted in a superbly simple style!!! What a victory...dont' send him.
Your great-grandson, doesn't matter if he's two or four
He will never forget you and the poem, for sure, for sure!
Respects. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thank you for the comment my friend, much appreciated.Be lucky, Peter.I should also thank you for your most generous rating.Best wishes, Peter

sweetwater on 01-11-2014
Early Education.
My grandson is two and a half, and knows everything, almost, about volcanoes, how they smell of bad eggs and why. Plus he talks about which dinosaurs do what and uses their proper full names. I bet he wouldn't have been taught that in school at his age. I agree with you, let kids be kids untill at least four. Great poem, much enjoyed. Sue.x

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Thank you Sue for your comment. Yes, I agree.Miles, my great grandson is now four years old and has started school in September.He has had a wonderful instructive time during these four years, learning from nature. Be lucky, Peter.xxx


Another Reorganisation. (posted on: 27-10-14)
I know I have written about this before but recent statements in the press have prompted me to do so once again.My own treatment has always been good,and I have tried my best for all my patients during my long career.I feel however that all our reorganisations have improved the service.

Surprise, surprise Reorganise Our NHS It's in a mess. Reorganisations have happened before But they are not useful anymore, Present politicians will get it right Because they are extremely bright. Like other members of the nation They are the fruits of education I'm sure they will get it right, Because they all can read and write. The products of Public and Private schools, We know these schools do not accept fools, They are the pride of an affluent nation, Education, education, education. So how do we reorganise? Let's try to increase the service's size, Put all the services in one pot, That will solve a lot. Financial incentives for diagnosis Of Dementia and Cirrhosis, Money for taking patients BP too, Another lot for Diabetes type two. Give administrators an annual bonus, More bureaucracy being the onus, Treat the aged as they do in Asia Possibly even introduce euthanasia. Don't forget the people in the front line, If they don't care well impose a fine, Increase their hours,pay them less, All that should improve the NHS. If there is no improvement in the NHS Get rid of those who created more mess, Employ only people who really care, Start a health revolution if you dare. If all fails to improve the situation In the health service of this nation, Don't despair or give up in frustration, We can always have a reorganisation. E.W.Peters. 26-10-2014.
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Bozzz on 27-10-2014
Another Reorganisation.
Great fun Peter, but a serious subject - glad to see that like mine, your tongue gets regularly stuck in your cheek. keep at it - great stuff - never enough, when things are tough, reach for the skies - shut your eyes, re-organise. But you put it better....David
P.S. I should have mentioned before that I am still paid by the NHS for my comments on really big multi-£million research projects. Sealed lips in all directions I assure you.

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Thank you, David, for your comments on my latest effort.I can't help feeling cynical at times.Through all the years of my service in the NHS I have always tried to make life easier for those suffering.In the end someone told me that I could not hope for any further promotion as I had rocked the boat to often.That is another story, but when an administrator tells you that your hospital would be a very good place without the patient.No wonder so many psychiatric hospitals were sold off for development. As Arthur Daley would put it,:"A nice little earner".Bloody hell , I am at it again. Thank you for commenting and reading my feeble effort.(I hope this will not affect my Pension.) Be lucky, your friend Peter.

sweetwater on 27-10-2014
Another Reorganisation.
Very well said, I am beginning to despair of this hopeless government, they seem to have no idea. They go from one bad decision to another.
I enjoyed the sarcasm, and tongue in cheek quality. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, thank you for reading and commenting on my poem.Yes, like you I often despair of the regularly badly made decisions by our "leaders".Thank you Sue, be lucky, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 29-10-2014
Another Reorganisation.
Hello Peter, you and David should form a double act :). Catch the buggers in a poetic pincer movement HaHa! I think we could all write a book of our experience with the NHS.... But where would we be without it. Keep banging the drum old friend.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,yes, where would we be without the NHS? However, I could suggest a few useful changes that would improve some of the service.I shall keep on banging the drum as you call it. Thank ypu,for much appreciated comment, Peter.


Autumn (posted on: 17-10-14)
I first wrote this poem in 2007. This is a slightly edited version.

Days are getting short again, Leaves are turning to gold, Swallows are flying to the south To warmer climes we are told. Fields look bare now the harvest is over The ploughed land looks dark and cold. Hedges are cut and ditches cleared And tales of the past are told. It won't be long now till winter's here The land will be covered in snow And people will say:"We wish we could fly To warm climes where swallows go". E.W.Peters. 15-10-2014.
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sweetwater on 19-10-2014
Autumn
So nice to read other writers on nature themes, this poem paints a clear picture of the turn of the year, I love the line " tales of the past are told."
Lovely. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your comment.I always have loved Autumn,and i remember the days when I was a child in my homeland.We would siting the twilight, and our elders would tell stories. Mostly ghost stories,which made us shiver.Well I must not live too much in the past. Take care Sue I am glad you liked the poem. Peter xxx

Kipper on 19-10-2014
Autumn
Hi Peter,
Autumn is such a special time. It seems to awaken the artist in us all, whether it be with the brush or the pen. Here you have painted a picture we all know, and love.
(Except for the thought of the wind and the rain still to come and the snow and the frost and the ice and - now what was the other thing?),
Nice one, Michael


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Hi Michael, thank you for your comment.Yes, autumn is a very special time, just like the autumn of one's life.A time to be enjoyed if one can,because winter soon follows,but there is always re-birth in the spring we hope.Best wishes my friend, Peter.


A really daft thought (posted on: 10-10-14)
We had Frankfurters for tea when this came to my mind.It is just stupid.

If a woman from Hamburg, A Hamburger, Marries a man from Frankfurt, A Frankfurter, What would their child be? A sour Kraut? ( Sauerkraut)? Peter.
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Mikeverdi on 14-10-2014
A really daft thought
HaHaHa!
Mike

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The odious smell of flatulence (posted on: 06-10-14)
I was prompted to write this in reply to Pronto's work"Do Badgers farts smell"?

The eloquent way of describing The smell of a badger's fart Has raised the status of poetry To the pinnacle of the art. It has been described so very well I am quite sure that I can smell The smell, that stinks to heaven, In this corner of East Devon. Last summer when there was a lull in the West Country "Badgers Cull" There was no nasty smell, Badgers felt safe one could tell. Once the "Badger Cull" restarted Badgers in their defence again farted. The smell that stank to heaven Returned once more to East Devon. Now, if man would do the same War would be a different game, Once a conflict would start he could drop his trousers and fart. E.W.Peters. 05-10-2014.
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ValDohren on 06-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
Glad I don't live in East Devon !! An amusing poem Peter, and well rhymed, but the first verse rhyme scheme is different from the rest. Was this intended.
Val :-0 xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Valerie ,for reading this little piece,and for your comment.Yes, I thought about the first verse when writing it,and on reading it again before publishing I felt that it was the right way to introduce the poem, as well as praising Pronto's work.It was therefore intentional.I thank you however for pointing it out to me.Best wishes, Peter xxx

Mikeverdi on 07-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
HaHaHa! love it, I needed a laugh this morning and there it was.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, glad it made you laugh.Thank you .We all can do with a good laugh on some mornings. Be lucky, your friend Peter.

stormwolf on 07-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
Well I had to read after perusing the title. 😼
I can only be thankful is suppose it's badgers and not skunks.
Anyway, sounds pure hell in farting season.
Alison x


Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for your comment and for reading my rather daft contribution.I too am glad that it is not skunks.Yes, it is hell in the farting season,almost as bad as the confines of a barrack room at night.HA,Ha.Be lucky, Peter xxx

stormwolf on 07-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
Well I had to read after perusing the title. 😼
I can only be thankful is suppose it's badgers and not skunks.
Anyway, sounds pure hell in farting season.
Alison x


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Bozzz on 09-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
Badgers cowering in their sets awaiting death outside - their hunters would do better prescribing Laxido to generate enough methane to need but a match for their extinction. Science beats bullets. But I am convinced vaccination is the remedy perhaps for both badgers and cows. Bold poem and down to earth as usual from you my friend. Yours, David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David. I do agree with you on the vaccination idea.With all the scientific ideas, man always seem to revert to the gun.Some years ago, when I was a PoW, one of my mates woke up one morning having had a dream about using teargas to get rabbits out of their warren.He dreamt they all came out wiping their eyes with little handkerchiefs.That was before rabbits were gassed because of myxomatosis.I thought you might appreciate this. Best wishes old friend, Peter

sweetwater on 09-10-2014
The odious smell of flatulence
I have visiting badgers in my garden every evening, and I can thankfully say they have never disgraced themselves, not even when my dog rushed out not knowing one was in the garden, and both he and the badger fell over each other in their haste to escape!
Very enjoyable poem. 🙂 Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue for your comment and I am glad you enjoyed reading the poem. We used to have a badgers set in the wood next to us when we lived n Bucks.Best wishes, Peter xxx


The simple life. (posted on: 06-10-14)
A reflection on the beginning of a long life full of love.

War was over, No more strife, Got away , with my life. Settled down, Found my wife, Worked on the land Seven to five, Started to live A simple life. We weren't rich, Had little money, Life wasn't always Milk and honey. Had a humble home, You and me, Had no water, No electricity. Husband and wife, A simple life. We worked hard, You and me, Thought about A family. One day Our dream came true We had a daughter, Thanks to you, My darling wife, To share our simple life. E.W.Peters. 04-10-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 06-10-2014
The simple life.
Ahhh Peter, so much to read in these few words; I wish you well old friend.
Mike

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Thank you Mike for reading this bit of musing..Peter.

ValDohren on 07-10-2014
The simple life.
What a lovely poem, so much love expressed here. Not many men are so sweet and romantic. Good for you !!
Val xx


Author's Reply:
Thank you Valerie for reading and commenting.I am glad you liked this little poem.Like the song says: "Love is the greatest thing",thank you. Peter xxx

stormwolf on 07-10-2014
The simple life.
Sounds like the recipe for happiness.

Alison x

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Thank you for reading and commenting my little poem.It is a recipe for happiness as you say.Peter xxx

Kipper on 07-10-2014
The simple life.
In so many ways you also peak for me.
A nice poem; a nice sentiment, and a nice way to end the day. Good night Peter.

Michael

Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael for your comment.I am glad you think I am also speaking for you.It is nice to know that there are others who feel the same way. Be lucky, Peter.

sweetwater on 09-10-2014
The simple life.
It must be wonderful to have a lifelong commitment like yours, I didn't make it, divorced twice, still friends with my first husband though.
This is such a lovely heartfelt poem, I am very envious of you and your wife. Sue xxx

Author's Reply:
Tank you so much Sue for your lovely comment. Yes, Edna and I are indeed fortunate. I am sorry to hear that you didn't make it.However, you still have a family,and friends.Make the best of life.Best wishes, Peterxxx


a sleepless night (posted on: 03-10-14)
As a full time carer these thought often enter one's mind when lying awake.

The night is long, Sleep will not come, I worry, worry All the time, You are asleep Mumbling in your dreams. What are you dreaming of? I hope it is pleasant. The night is long, Sleep will not come, My thoughts are of us. What will happen, When you are no longer there, When your mind goes, When you can no longer respond? I worry, worry. Dawn finally comes You are awake, You tell me you love me. I stop worrying. I put my arms around you, You tell me you feel safe. It feels like it used to be, Our love will survive.
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Mikeverdi on 03-10-2014
a sleepless night
The thoughts you write of are shared by many, those of us who suffer from illness of a threatening kind are plagued with these thoughts. I'm so sorry that this has come to dominate your life (as it has mine). 'Keep Calm and Carry On' seems a little trite...but what else can we do? Oh I know we an write about it!
Keep going old friend.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hello Mike,
thank you for your kind comment.Yes it is difficult at times for all of us,but we have to carry on and keep cheerful.I find writing about some thoughts helps,especially when one often feels quite isolated. I hope that you and Leslie are coping as best as you are able to. Be lucky and stay strong, your friend Peter

ValDohren on 03-10-2014
a sleepless night
I think we have to value what we have while we have it. Nothing lasts forever. There is a high price to pay for love, but would we be without,it - I think not. Very poignant, but lovely.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so very much for your comment,Valerie, It is really appreciated.Yes, what would we do without love? No matter what life throws at us, true love will always survive.Take care, Peter xxx

stormwolf on 04-10-2014
a sleepless night
Very poignant Peter. To have loving arms around you last thing at night and first thing in the morning is treasure that is to be cherished.

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Yes, Alison, it is indeed a fantastic feeling.We were able to cherish it all our long life.I hope there will be a few more years for us. Thank you for your lovely comment. Be lucky, Peter xxx


Night Man's Paralysis. (posted on: 26-09-14)
This is an account of an experience I had during a spell of night duty on a psychiatric ward.I first wrote it a long time ago.This is a recollection of the poem.

It happened a long time ago, It seems like a hundred years, There I was in a large dormitory Guarding the sleepers worries and fears. It was almost three in the morning, My eyes began to droop, One of my charges got out of bed And slowly started to snoop. I went to reassure him And got him back into bed, Went back to the nurses station, Picked up my book and read. I must have dozed off for a minute When I heard the sound of the phone. I looked at it ,what was it? All my energy had gone. When I got back to normal I picked up the receiver and spoke. "What's the matter?" asked the speaker, "I don't ring up for a joke". It was the night superintendent Expecting my report, All I could do is waffle Which made him laugh and snort. "I know mate what has happened, I tell you what it is, Many of us have experienced it It is night man's paralysis". I did many more night duties, It never happened again, I discussed it with my colleagues But we speculated in vain. All I can say it's unpleasant To feel stiff and unable to move, To hear the sound of the phone Like a record stuck in a groove.
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Bozzz on 30-09-2014
Night Mans Paralysis.
Yes Peter, the borderline between sleeping and waking is a strange place, sometimes mine can feel like half an hour when it is probably only a minute or so - usually involving a horrible dream. Was fascinating to read your recollection - a ghastly moment indeed. Well recorded, well worded..David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, for your encouraging comment.Yes, those moments between full awareness and sleeping are often scary.Whilst not being a believer in ghosts, I swear that on one occasion in the same area as my poem, I saw a ghost, and when following it to the locked door of the dormitory It disappeared under the door.I was told afterwards that there was a ghost in that place.Strange, of course that is another story.Best wishes,Peter.


Advanced Education ? (posted on: 12-09-14)
An article in our Daily Paper encouraged me to pen this poem on the desperate ideas of people to speed up the process of learning.I often wonder how we coped in the past.

Now here is a new thought in education, By Dr.Paul Howard-Jones, A neuro-science expert Who doesn't make any bones About the future of education For the youngsters of this nation. He writes about a new method Transcranial Electrical Stimulation It is already being tested And could improve future education. It consists of a small skull -cap Placed on the pupil's head Electronic impulses are passed to the brain, Learning will be sped. It seems history is repeating itself, Years before the tunnel People travelled to Nuernberg To try the Nuernberg Funnel. This was quite a simple device, Placed into a hole in the head, To be fed with books and papers So learning could be sped. Was this the forerunner of TES? Leaving pupil's heads in a mess? What will TES do to the brain Of the person that has been subjected? Will it speed up the learning process? Will sanity be affected? What is the sense of this foolery If it could lead to ECT? Pupils don't need TES, Education is in a mess. E.W.Peters. 11-09-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 12-09-2014
Advanced Education ?
I've never heard of this, it's a little scary. Thanks for the post Peter; I will look it up.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, yes,it is scary,I read about it in one of last week's editions of the Telegraph. the mind boggles. Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 12-09-2014
Advanced Education ?
Hi Peter, I think this is a follow up of earlier attempts to improve learning by using a headphone that would talk softly to a person after they had gone to sleep. As you neatly say, preposterous nonsense. Excuse to get small development contracts disguising the work as serious research. Yours aye, David

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The Future? (posted on: 05-09-14)
Grumblings of an old miserable geezer.

We once had a message from Mr.Blair, Education,Education,Education. We now have jobless graduates Ill prepared for an occupation. The latest idea, five year olds Don't need lessons anymore, They will be taught entrepreneurship, Not the three R's as before. Another idea got me really vexed, Seven year olds will be oversexed If this future generation Will get sex education. In the meantime we rely on immigrants To do our skilled daily chores, They are arriving on our borders, While our population soars. WE have a housing shortage, Our services are stretched, Europe orders us about, Old England seems to be hexed. Nothing is like it used to be, Everything is based on greed, Still, why should I worry? At my age there is no need. E.W.Peters. 03-09-2014
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sweetwater on 05-09-2014
The Future?
I like the comforting ending, I too despair of the future and am so glad I won't have to face too much of it.
I fear the future may become an extreemly violent and frightening place. Your poem perfectly sums up all that is going wrong already. Sue.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment.I see you share my thoughts.Violence appears to be on the increase daily.In spite of what i feel, I cannot but feel sorry for our offsprings. Once more many thanks, Peter Be lucky xxx

Bozzz on 05-09-2014
The Future?
To be old is to fear for the future, but strangely mankind always finds a way of bumbling through - eventually his survival gene sees its greed element as the fatal flaw - 'social' means more than 'special'. Perhaps when an unavoidable asteroid is on course to collide with us will be the the time. You and I at least can smile from our phosphate remains. A very good and thoughtful poem Peter. Your friend, David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your comment.Yes, one fears the future when old, however we the consolation of not being here all that much longer.As for smiling from our phosphate remains, I think it may ell be a case of thinking:"I told you so" when Armageddon finally arrives.Sorry for being so late with my reply,Computer problems.Take care and be lucky,
your friend Peter

Mikeverdi on 06-09-2014
The Future?
Like this on Peter, you will strike a cord with many. We all wonder at where this ship of ours is heading. I, like you and David, will not be around to face the music.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, don't be too pessimistic, I hope that Dave,you and I will be around a little longer.If we are not here, who is going to criticise all future foolish actions.We,ll see. Be lucky, have a lovely weekend,your friend Peter.

stormwolf on 07-09-2014
The Future?
Hi Peter,
Yes we have been sold down the Swanie by successive governments and the open door policy has ruined our country for good as far as I can see.
I worry, not for myself but for my grandkids.
My dad is turning in his grave as well.
😡

Alison x



Author's Reply:
Dear Alison, forgive me for the late reply.Have been very occupied these last few days. However, Thank you for taking the time to read my work, and for your comment. Like you I worry for my Great grandchildren. Peter xxx


Us. (posted on: 01-09-14)
An early morning thought.

Dawn at last Another sleepless night, Deep thoughts prevented sleep. You were breathing softly I looked at you, Seeing the face of the young girl I met many years ago. A smile seemed to cross your face. Could you read my thoughts? You slowly opened your eyes, The same beautiful eyes I looked into all those times before, And then you whispered, I love you too. E.W.Peters. 31-08-2014.
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Ionicus on 01-09-2014
Us.
Nice loving thoughts to wake up to, Peter.

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Thank you for your kind comment .Be lucky, Peter.

Mikeverdi on 03-09-2014
Us.
Beautiful Peter, simple thoughts that hold the threads together. Wishing you and yours well.
Mike

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Thank you for your comment and your kind wishes Mike.Best wishes, Peter.


Words fail. (posted on: 01-09-14)
One of my usual comments.No offence meant to any of those dedicated members of the NHS.

One nurse for eight patients That is the new norm, Politicians are right on form Trying to cure the NHS The harder they try The bigger the mess. I have worked on wards With more, or less, Never having seen such a mess. Staff were allocated according to need, According to workload, Acting with speed. They say healthcare staff once a noble profession, Need to reorganise, Be taught compassion. Where do they come from? Tell me where? What is their experience? Do they care? There is talk of patients being neglected, Staff who abuse them are often protected, Food served is lousy,and ill prepared, Not nicely served,as if no one cared. All this in a service that once was great, Politicians:"Cure it", before its too late. E.W.Peters. 31-08-2014.
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Supratik on 01-09-2014
Words fail.
A very pointed poem! About this noble profession turning otherwise, one has to come to India to see what's going on with the sick who become impatient at all the hospitals and nursing homes every day. Either there is pateint-nurse imbalance or there are deaths because of wrong treatment, something or the other that becomes a breaking news for TV channels to earn some TRPs!

You need to write more on this so the politicians pull in their socks and do something about it!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.I was under the impression that Indian hospitals were so much better then ours.I suppose the people that go from hereto India go private into Hospitals for the privileged.Thank you again Supratik .Be lucky, Peter.

Pilgermann on 02-09-2014
Words fail.
If they took away the expensive management layers and used that money for core healthcare perhaps we'd see an improvement. As someone who's worked in the NHS on improving care pathways, its not the people - they are all dedicated. Its the politicians messing around and not knowing what healthcare is all about.

Author's Reply:
Hear hear, I entirely agree.There are far too many administrators.It has been my grumble for many years.Thank you for your comment Pilgermann.Peter.

Bozzz on 02-09-2014
Words fail.
Sadly treatment quality is like the rest of the NHS, it is a post code lottery. As one of our local general hospital's best customers, I cannot complain - even the food was good ! That said, you words have the ring of truth all through - well said Peter...... Yours aye, David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David,
You are right, the NHS is a post code lottery.Having worked in many regions of the NHS I can bear witness to that.We are lucky here in Devon.I too have been a customer, as well as my wife and my late son in law.We cannot complain.Take care David, Peter.

Mikeverdi on 03-09-2014
Words fail.
Right on the money with this one Peter, one of your pet subjects; keep shouting!
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, yes I shall keep on shouting.My next one is on education.Have a look at it. Take care Mike, and be lucky, your friend Peter.


Our Love (posted on: 25-08-14)
I wrote this little poem many years ago when listening to a piece of music without lyrics.We had recorded some German tunes of the twenties and thirties.This was one of them, but not being able to read music, I could only sing these words as it was played.

Every time I take a look at you I know that I love you, And when you look back at me I know that you love me too. We've been lovers for a long,long time, It started many years ago But when you look into my eyes You still set my heart aglow. The very first time that you held my hand I knew I would love you, But I wondered,would it ever end And now I can tell you ,my love. Here we are after all those years Still holding each other's hand And we know for certain now, Our love will never end. E.W.Peters.
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Kipper on 26-08-2014
Our Love
Hi Peter
I'm sure there will be many who will respond to this poem, simple but full of meaning. For me it says thank you for a lifetime of sharing.
Michael
PS, I am a little disappointed that we didn't hear the sung version, as your 'intro' suggested we might. MK

Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael for your comment.Yes it was meant as such when I wrote it. As for hearing it sung, well, My once tenor voice is now a bit old and croaky.I might try to get someone else to sing it, and then post an audio. Once more, many thanks,Michael, Be lucky,
Peter

stormwolf on 27-08-2014
Our Love
Just lovely Peter. You have true riches.

Alison x

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Thank you Alison for your comment. You are too kind. I still sing these lyrics to my wife.If only I could remember the melody.Perhaps if i persevere I might find the answer.Thank you once more, Take care,
xxxPeter

Mikeverdi on 28-08-2014
Our Love
Bitter sweet refrain, love never dies Peter. Simply Beautiful.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,
Yes, true love never dies.I often think about you regarding your health problem.I hope that all will work out well. I was lucky to get away with Trans Urethral Resection of Prostate.Take good care,
Best wishes , Peter.


The Lady of the Night. (posted on: 08-08-14)
The recent poem by Pronto, entitled "The Whore", prompted me to look up an old poem I wrote, remembering an incident which occurred to me in 1944,on my return to base from my last leave.I think it sums up my thoughts about the subject.

I had been traveling for hours Trying to get back to base, The train kept stopping and starting Idling along at a slow pace. The reasons for this dawdling were really manifold, Other trains were given precedence, Or air-raids we were told. I finally arrived at the station, The last train to base had gone, The place was all in darkness, I thought I was alone; But then I spotted a lady, Chewing a piece of bread, I must have looked quite hungry, Because the lady said: " Are you hungry soldier? Come here and have a bite, I gather your train has gone, So where will you sleep tonight?" "I think I shall kip here tonight until tomorrow morning, At least thank goodness all is quiet And we have no air-raid warning.". "Nonsense," she said," you come with me I have a flat nearby, It is not very much, But at least its warm and dry". I had already realised That she was a lady of the night, "No thank you I shall be allright, Anyway I have little money". "You know I work as a prostitute, But for tonight I'm finished honey. You come with me and share with me Whatever little I have got, I wouldn't dream of charging you, You can believe it or not". So off we went to her nearby flat, Where we had a bite to eat, I took off my boots, she gave me some slippers To comfort my weary feet. We both lied down on in the same double-bed, That no doubt had seen lots of sex, But the thought of sex was far from our minds, All we wanted was talk and relax. I had a wonderful night in her bed, We slept right through until dawn, I was sorry when I had to leave, And leave the lady forlorn. I shall always remember the lady of the night That once gave me a good night's rest' I shall always remember her kindness, She was one of the very best. E.W.Peters.
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My Sun (posted on: 01-08-14)
My Life, prompted by the diagnosis of my wife's dementia.

My world disappeared over the horizon Only gloom and regret. Everything seemed lost, Home ,freedom, and family. All gone, but yet, A glimmer of hope appeared, The sun rose above the horizon once more. At first just a small glimpse, Then it grew stronger, A new sun ascending, To give birth to a new life. Home, freedom and family. That was many years ago. Now it appears to be happening again. My sun is slowly descending. I am so afraid that I shall be losing it. E.W.Peters. 31-07-2014.
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Careless Care. (posted on: 01-08-14)
The recent announcement that care homes would be subject to regular inspections shortly made me think once again of the many reports of wilful neglect in some of those so called "Care Homes".

Never mind the old, never mind the frail, We can make profit without fail If we start a residential home, Lock the doors so they can't roam Employ some carers on the cheap, Lots of profit we shall reap. That is the philosophy of some bosses, Cheaper staff means less financial losses. Give the residents little,don't allow them a voice, After all they are captives, and have no choice. Take their money, charge over the odds, They really have no choice poor sods. How can they do it?How can they sleep? I hope they are sowing what they will reap. I wonder if they ever give it a thought That one day they will be old. If they haven't, They ought. E.W.Peters. 30-07-2014.
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Peace and War (posted on: 04-07-14)
It will be a hundred years since the beginning of the First World War.I had written this poem some time ago,in commemoration of all of those that suffered because of human conflict.No matter of what nationality, colour or creed,civilian or service personnel.

Peace at last, Guns had fallen silent, The world rejoiced Killing had stopped again. The troops came home To an impoverished land and felt That war had been in vain. Those who came back spoke of hardship suffered, Of friends they lost, and wounds they had received Of how they fought for King and Country And how they all had been deceived. They were told that this had been the one The war that would end wars For ever and for ever. They and their sons would never have to fight again, But it's a fickle word this never. Some years later it started off again, Politicians felt the time was rife To plunge the whole world into war once more To ask young men to fight and give their life. So it has gone on through history There hardly ever is a world at peace, Men always seem to create misery In search for some fictitious Golden Fleece. E.W.Peters. 02-07-2014.
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Thoughts of a carer. (posted on: 23-06-14)
For my wife.

You Were always By my side Through many a storm You never once gave up Now the situation has changed I shall take your place Be there for you No matter what Always I. E.W.Peters. 22-06-2014.
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stormwolf on 24-06-2014
Thoughts of a carer.
A heartfelt declaration of loving support.
During my years nursing I often saw total devotion in a couple that moved me very much. So many who put to shame today's seemingly throwaway mentality where couples give up at the first hurdle.
Having seen the level of love that some know was inspiring. My own grandparents were married for 60 years and died within 3 days of each other very suddenly.
I like to think of them happy and together for ever.
Alison x


Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Alison.Yes,I feel very frustrated about the almost daily stories of elder abuse.I would not be surprised if the same will happen that happened to your grandparents to Edna and I and after a long and happy 67 years of marriage.I hope your grandparents are happy together for ever now.
Once more thank you for your kind comments.
Peter xx

Elfstone on 24-06-2014
Thoughts of a carer.
Poignant; I love wee poems which say a lot.
I know from experience how hard it is to set a distinctive or unusual layout here on the site. I can see what you have tried to do with this - centre the lines - but it hasn't quite worked which is a pity . I would remove that last "I" and stop with "always". Elfstone.

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Hi Elfstone,
thank you for your comment and advice.Agree with what you are saying and it took me some time to decide about the final"I" but the idea of the poem was to lead from the "You" to the "I". Thank you again. Peter.


Remember. (posted on: 16-06-14)
My thought s as a carer.

I Love you I always will Until the last day No matter what will come. You always have loved me Through all those years Good and bad I had You. E.W.Peters. 15-06-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 16-06-2014
Remember.
Oh Peter...this says so much. I wish you well old friend.
Mike

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Dear Mike, thank you so much for your comment and wishes.Take care, love to you both, Peter.

Savvi on 16-06-2014
Remember.
Oh Pommer,
The past tense in the last line, dropped me lower than I wanted to go, nuff said, its the hardest job in the world and the only payment is pain and sorrow. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Thank you Keith for your very kind comment.Kind comments help. Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 17-06-2014
Remember.
So simple and so full of meaning - the secret of good verse.
Bravo Peter. ... David

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Thank you David.I hope you are well, Peter.

Bonnie on 18-06-2014
Remember.
Very moving. Beautiful.


Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment Bonnie, Peter


The golden Band (posted on: 06-06-14)
A bit of nostalgia.

It is not my wedding ring The gold ring on my hand, It once belonged to a Lady Who lived in another land. I loved her very dearly, She loved me with all her heart; But it is many years since then That we were forced to part. She cried the day we parted Telling me to come home safe, Not to try to be a hero, Not to go to an early grave. I did come back, we met again, Many lonely years had gone by. Our joy was great to be reunited My dearest mother and I. That is a long time ago now, My mother has passed away, I proudly wear her wedding ring, She is with me every day. E.W.Peters. 05-06-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 08-06-2014
The golden Band
Knowing a bit of your story I got this one strait away, Nice touch Peter. If there is a heaven she will be proud of her boy.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your kind comment Mike. I thought you might guess. I hope you are both OK.We are going through a bit of a difficult time at present, but we are coping.Best wishes, your friend Peter.

stormwolf on 08-06-2014
The golden Band
Aw Peter,
A truly lovely poem that moved me very much. Yes, simple in construct and requiring a few tweaks but the love shone through and I think that was your intention.
Alison x

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Thank you Alison for your comment and advice.I can see what you mean by requiring a tweak or two, I shall have to think about it.the main thing is that someone liked it, and that i was able to express my love. Thank you, Peter xx

Kipper on 23-06-2014
The golden Band
Sorry I'm a bit late Peter,
I'm the fifth of six children so I didn't have that opportunity, but i understand very well the essence of the poem and background situation.
So good to know that you were reunited with your mother.
Best wishes, Michael.



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The Birthday Present. (posted on: 19-05-14)
This is a true tale of an incident that happened about fifty years ago.

It was my thirty eighth birthday.I was working in a hospital in Oxfordshire.One of my birthday presents from my wife was a rather lovely striped tie.The stripes were diagonal and maroon and blue in colour.It was a Sunday morning,and I happened to be Duty Nursing Officer. After taking over from the Night Nursing Officer I decided to do my customary round of the units in order to establish that all was well.Nothing special had occurred during the night,and i was hoping that we would have a peaceful Sunday.I had visited a number of wards,When I arrived at one of the mixed wards which was in the capable hands of a very tall Yorkshire man by the name of Percy.He greeted me with his usual cheerful manner, bidding me the time of the day and informing me that all was well. All at once I noticed Percy's eyes fixed on my tie." Bloody hell",said Percy,"First bloody German I've seen with'd Brigade of Guards tie." I didn't know that my lovely present was such a famous military tie."Never mind Percy" I replied,"I was in the Prussian Guards". We both had a good laugh, and the incident no doubt went round the Hospital.I should mention that Percy had been a Sergeant in the Coldstream Guard before entering the Nursing profession. When I got home that day I asked my wife if she knew of the significance of the tie.She replied in the negative, and informed me that she had bought it in an old fashioned man's outfitters in the High.I liked the tie,and I continued to wear it on and off. Some time later,when I was going into town, My wife asked me to call at Mac Fisheries near the Covered Market to get some Cod.There was quite a queue at the shop ,and I had to wait a while before being served. When my turn came I ordered some cod ,enough for the three of us.The chap behind the counter weighed the fish,and when telling me the price he looked at me asking:"Coldstream or Grenadiers"? I realised at once that he was referring to the tie.So quick as a flashI replied:"Neither,Irish" in my best Irish accent."Hi Paddy" he replied,"Here's an extra bit of Cod for you Mate". I was flabbergasted.Feeling like a cheat I beat a hasty retreat. My wife couldn't stop laughing when I related the story to her.It has been a standing joke in the family ever since. Granddad and the Brigade of Guards tie. E.W.Peters. 18-05-2014
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Andrea on 20-05-2014
The Birthday Present.
Hahaha, what a lovely tale, Peter!

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
glad you liked it, thank you.Don't have a lot of spare time at present, going through a difficult period.Will keep in touch as much as i can. Best wishes, Peter xx

Mikeverdi on 20-05-2014
The Birthday Present.
Great story Peter! thanks for posting it. As a suggestion you may try to break it into sections so as to ease the read, at the moment there are no gaps; and this makes it difficult to read.
In friendship
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
thank you for taking the time to read this little tale. I take your point,I shall try to edit this piece as soon as i get time. Life is a little difficult at present, but no doubt it will improve soon. Hope you are both well, Be lucky, your friend Peter.

Skytrucker on 17-06-2014
The Birthday Present.
Good story. I hope things will get better for you. I like your easy-going writing style.

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Neglected (posted on: 09-05-14)
I recently read that there are insufficient places for the mentally ill should they require treatment in a psychiatric facility,forcing many of them to have to travel miles away from there home to be treated.What a way to care for them.

What have they done to deserve this? It is driving me insane, Not enough places for the mentally ill They are punished once again. The Victorians built large Asylums On the outskirts of many a place, Intending to prevent the Lunatics From staring into their face. Some of these so called Asylums Became places of ill repute, While others , more enlightened ones, Showed many a good attribute. In recent years policies have changed, The mentally ill were freed. They should live in the community It was generally agreed. Many mental hospitals were closed, Sold at a profit for the state, Leaving many a poor lost soul To a dreary undeserved fate. Some notorious Asylums were left open While some good ones got the chop, No one cared for the patients, Will the penny ever drop? There are not enough places now To be found close to their home, If they need a place of tranquility For miles they may have to roam. What is the problem with our leaders? What do they care for the sick? As long as they win elections And get fame and fortune quick. So once again the mentally ill Are the victims of modern life, Nobody cares for their wellbeing, Corruption and greed are rife. E.W.Peters. 08-05-2014.
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Bonnie on 09-05-2014
Neglected
Yes...some of the old asylums were poor, but Care in the Community has got it's problems too.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Bonnie,I quite agree,but those problems depend on by whom the care is carried out. Peter.

ValDohren on 11-05-2014
Neglected
I used to work in the Mental Health Services sector of the NHS and was initially located in one of those now defunct hospitals. The one I worked in (Greaves Hall, near Southport), was situated in lovely grounds where they had BBQ's in the summer. Now the place has gone completely, the patients having been turfed out into the community. It was one of the better ones, but historically many of them were appalling places where patients were treated very badly indeed.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for your comment.I don't know Greaves Hall.I used to examine Nurses for the Mental Register during my working years.I spent quite a few times in Leeds (High Royds), Storthes Hall (Huddersfield)
Springfield ( Manchester Crumpshall,) etc.I enjoyed those days, and it gave me the opportunity to get to know various Hospitals.I hope that some of the Nurses I passed were able to help those that needed them most.However, I also failed quite a few because of the wrong attitude to the plight of their fellow men. Those experiences taught me a great deal. Take care, Peter xxx

Bozzz on 11-05-2014
Neglected
Yes Peter, you are fighting for a good cause - treatment of the mentally ill is appalling - many suffer through neglect after being diagnosed and fed drugs and left to cope unmonitored. As usual, money is the problem. Good poem

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Hi David,
thank you for our comment,it is the unmonitored part that worries me, and the general attitude of some members of the public.I somehow don't think it will ever change.Still, there is always hope, the last item in Pandora's box. Be lucky, Peter.


The End. (posted on: 28-04-14)
This poem was written for our daughter last week,During the final days of her partner of 46 years.He passed away today,after their decision to terminate any further dialysis.Life had become unbearable for him.

What a sad time for us all, But especially for you, You know that you are losing him There is nothing you can do. You've been together all those years, Loved each other every day, But now it's coming to the end You know he will go away. His illness became so unbearable That he could no longer cope, It was a hard time for both of you, A period of no hope. He finally made the decision To terminate all care, Without any form of treatment He could no longer be there. E.W Peters. 24th April 2014.
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Kipper on 28-04-2014
The End.
Hello Pommer, It'a a while since we exchanged a friendly message, and clearly this is a time you need one. What a desperately sad time for you all especially your daughter. Please accept my condolences.
That you felt able to write of your distress may help you to deal with your grief; I hope so.
Deepest sympathy
Michael

Author's Reply:
Dear Michael, yes it is a long time since we exchanged messages.I am so grateful for your kind words they are much appreciated by all of us during these sad days.Writing helps.Best wishes, Pommer, aka Peter.

Kipper on 28-04-2014
The End.
Hello Pommer, It'a a while since we exchanged a friendly message, and clearly this is a time you need one. What a desperately sad time for you all especially your daughter. Please accept my condolences.
That you felt able to write of your distress may help you to deal with your grief; I hope so.
Deepest sympathy
Michael

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Small consolation. (posted on: 28-04-14)
A follow up to my previous poem.Denny passed away this morning.He will be missed by our daughter, his children and grandchildren.We are all very sad.

Dark clouds, grey skies, A drizzle of rain, Tears on her face, Blue skies have gone. Will they ever return? He has left her, There is no coming back, It is so final. There is only hope That they will meet again. No telling when or where, But hope. E.W.Peters. 27th of April 2014.
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stormwolf on 28-04-2014
Small consolation.
So terribly sad. I am sending sincere condolences to you all.
Death may be part of life but when it visits our door, no matter how prepared we think we are, it's always devastating.

Alison x



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Dear Alison,
thank you so much for your kind words.They are very much appreciated. Peter.xx

Kipper on 28-04-2014
Small consolation.
Hi Pommer

Hope is one of the pillars to hold on to, as is the life he has left behind in his children.

My continued sympathies to you all.

Michael

Author's Reply:
Dear Michael,
thank you very much for yor kind thoughts.They help a lot. Peter.

Andrea on 29-04-2014
Small consolation.
Condolences, Pommer - so sad.

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Dear Andrea,
thank you for your condolensces.Much appreciated during these sad days. Peter xxx

ValDohren on 29-04-2014
Small consolation.
Deepest sympathy to all concerned.
Val xx

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Dear Val,
Thank you for your kind message, Peter xxx

Bozzz on 30-04-2014
Small consolation.
In your profession you must have seen much, Peter, but it is still hard when it comes nearer home and even harder for the children. I missed your previous poem - sorry.
My fondest respects....David

Author's Reply:
Dear David, you are right, it is always more difficult when it comes closer to home.However, the family are bearing up well.Thank you for your kind thoughts. Peter.


In the care home. (posted on: 14-04-14)
Food for thought.

Wandering in the day room An old man by himself, They sent him there three days ago A past by date man on the shelf. He is confused and completely lost, He needs to go home whatever the cost. How did he get here ? He doesn't know, But he feels the need to go. Where does he want to go? He doesn't really know, All he knows he doesn't live here And that instils great fear. His doctor said he's demented, But did he really care? He said he must go to a home Where people know how to care. How can they possibly care for him When he doesn't know himself? He is just an old geezer Who has been put on the shelf. He keeps on wandering about, Nobody seems to care, They regard him as a misfit Who shouldn't really be there. He tries to open the door to go But it is locked and he has no key. "Come on", said a carer" you can't go out, You better come with me". "Why can't I go", he asks' "Why have you locked the door? No one ever stopped me When I wanted to go out before". So it goes on ,day after day, He no longer is his old self Nobody seems to care anymore, He's been placed on the back shelf. E.W.Peters. 13-04-2014.
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Pelequin23 on 14-04-2014
In the care home.
the true horror of dementia is not knowing who you are , its a scary process that others try to help but cannot relate to

Author's Reply:
Dear friend, thank you for your comment and kind rating.You are right,I have seen it so many times in my career it is heart rendering.Have a Happy Easter, Peter

sweetwater on 14-04-2014
In the care home.
This could be the cold and very frightening future for any of us, too awful to accept. Very well described.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, thank you very much for your comment and the rating.I hope we will be spared from dementia, but one never knows.Have a lovely Easter.Not going to Magdalene Bridge on Easter morning with a new hat are you ? I remember the days when my daughter used to do that. Take care Peter xxx

Bozzz on 14-04-2014
In the care home.
Another good one Peter, you are truly on form - spring is sprung. ...David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David, for comment and rating.Yes dementia is a sad condition, and no one knows whom it is going to hit next.Take care, Peter.

ValDohren on 15-04-2014
In the care home.
Dementia is a dreadful disease and you have portrayed it so well here. The rhyme scheme tends to jump around a bit, unless this was intentional. Good one Peter.

Author's Reply:
Hello Val, thank you so much for your comment and your rating. As far as the the rhyming is concerned, I fully agree, but I wanted it to further demonstrate the awful workings of the mind. I nursed many such poor persons in my long career,and It has come nearer home now unfortunately. Take care, Peter.xxx

Skytrucker on 17-06-2014
In the care home.
A bit late with this comment mate, sorry. I work in a care home as facilities manager and I see the devastation of dementia every day. Good work!

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To you. (posted on: 14-04-14)
I wrote this a few weeks ago to my wife.

Where have all those years gone ? Time seems to travel so fast. When we first fell in love I wondered if it would last. It is sixty seven years ago That you and I first met, We loved each other then, And we love each other yet. How could I not love you? When throughout our life You have been my wonderful Caring and loving wife. So no matter what happens In future to me and you Our love will conquer all, And will always see us through. E.W.Peters. 12-04-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 14-04-2014
To you.
You old silver tongued Cavalier, I hope she liked it and rewarded you with a kiss.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, it is some time ago that someone called me silver tongued. Thank you for your comment and rating.I hope that both of you are well. I wish you a very Happy Easter.Let's hope the sun keeps shining.Be licky, Peter.

Bozzz on 14-04-2014
To you.
When I turn it on like this - if I could - the kiss is quickly followed by orders on the washing up. Sometimes I wish I could cook. Happy days Peter. In 'Kamaradschaft'.....David

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Thank you David for your comment an generous rating.Yes, her indoors must be obeyed, but we love them.By the way I hope you don't mind pointing out that the the second a in Kameradschaft should be an e.Be lucky,In friendship, Peter.

ValDohren on 15-04-2014
To you.
Very sweet Peter - romantic and heartfelt. Hope she appreciates your poetic charm.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val,for you comment and generous rating.Yes, I am lucky, Edna still appreciates My poems to her. Be lucky . Peter xxx

stormwolf on 16-04-2014
To you.
A lovely heart-felt poem Peter. I am sure she loved it. So many never make the long term and I love to see and hear of those who do.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for your comment.Yes, she did love it, and we feel so lucky to have been in love all those years.I wish you a happy Easter, Peter xxx


A special day. (posted on: 04-04-14)
The 29th of March 2014,when same sex marriages became legal inspired me to pen this little poem of misunderstanding between the generations.No offence meant to anyone.

The twenty ninth of March was a very special day, Roger went to see Granddad who told him he felt so gay, because the sun was shining, and whatever people say you feel so much better on a lovely sunny day. "Oh,Granddad",said young Roger, "I'm glad you are feeling gay, are you thinking of coming out on this very special day?" "Don't be foolish" said Granddad to Roger, "How can you think of me coming out ? "I haven't been out my own front door Since I got the bloody gout.". E.W.Peters. 02-04-2014.
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ValDohren on 06-04-2014
A special day.
Haha, and a gay day was had by all !

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Past sell by date. (posted on: 31-03-14)
Just a silly thought.

I am a very old man now Who is past his sell by date, I used to be so lively But I'm so tired of late. I went to work for many years, Came home and did more work. Nobody could ever say of me That I would ever shirk. Now look at me, my hair is grey, My teeth are falling out, I'm eating less then I used to, But still I am getting stout. I have lived three score years and ten, As it is said it is man's fate, In fact I have lived much longer, So I'm past my sell by date. Whatever the future may bring I know I shall never despair As long as I can keep good health And most of my grey hair. E.W.Peters. 30-03-2014.
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sweetwater on 31-03-2014
Past sell by date.
I enjoyed this, If we can all keep a sense of humour as we age, we may not age quite so fast! Nice flow to it as well.

Author's Reply:
Hello Sue,
thank you so much for your comment and good rating.Yes, I agree one must never lose one's sense of humour,however difficult it may be at times. Peter.

Bozzz on 31-03-2014
Past sell by date.
Dear Peter, if you are past your sell by date, then I am out in the giant dustbins behind the supermarket store alongside the rotting cabbages - stench appalling - next stop the biomass methane plant. Your poem is a lament, redeemed by gentle humour and you have my unreserved sympathy. Suffering with good grace seems your forte. Good wishes as ever....David

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Author's Reply:
Dear David,
your humorous comments are as always much appreciated.My wife keeps telling me that old age is not funny, but I keep telling her that it is better then to die young.I think life can be a laugh a minute if you let it. Be lucky and thank you for reading my efforts, Peter.

Ionicus on 01-04-2014
Past sell by date.
Dear Peter, there are many of us in the same boat but as long as we don't let age bother us, all will be well.
Be lucky,Luigi.

Author's Reply:
Dear Luigi,
You are right, I always try to live every day as it comes.Age doesn't really bother me.Thank you for commenting and good rating. Be lucky, Peter

Kipper on 06-04-2014
Past sell by date.
Hi Peter,
I think you are speaking for a few us with this little ditty. I for one placed a tick against nearly every line. Just one had me feeling envious. It seems you still have your hair. Lost mine years ago; grew a beard to compensate.
May your good health continue, and so may your pen.
Michael
Oh what the hell - 8 from me too!

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The Idea. (posted on: 24-03-14)
This incident happened during my initial training in the German Armed forces. Hoffman was older then most of us, and well educated.He was however a bit slow and clumsy, which came to the attention of the corporal,who was a regular soldier, and not very bright.

"Hoffmann" ,said the Corporal, "Have I got this right, You have been to university Therefore you must be bright. I wonder if you would be so kind As to explain to me The meaning of the word idea Which I don't know ,you see". Hoffman pulled himself up straight. "You see Corporal you will find An idea is a thought That comes into your mind. Between those things you call your ears Is an organ called the brain But if you haven't got one Your search will be in vain, And you finally will find That you haven't got a mind. That makes it hard to explain An idea, it would be in vain. So ,Corporal ,if you don't mind, Put ideas out of your mind". "Right", said the Corporal, Hoffmann, "Why is it so hard for you to follow an order that is clear? I would have thought you could do that, But you obviously have no idea". E.W.Peters. 23-03-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 24-03-2014
The Idea.
I had a few teachers who talked to me like that Peter Ha Ha!
Mike

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A Cross with no name. (posted on: 21-03-14)
I was inspired to write this poem by a photo of a cross in a war cemetery,sent to me by Andrea the boss from her holiday.It sums up my feelings.

A simple cross without a name Who was he? No one knows. He was a man who went to fight That's how the story goes In a war that was not of his making For leaders that did all the taking. He was buried under this simple cross, Who was he? No one knows. Was he a friend or an enemy? Who were this brave man's foes? They were fellows just like him Young men in their prime Fighting for their country In a war that was a crime. He was called up like everyone, Who was he? No one knows. He had to go, it was no fun Fighting unknown foes. They too were chaps that had to go In order to kill each other Leaving behind their loved ones, Most of all a worrying mother. He is just one of many under a simple cross. Who were they? No one knows. To their loved ones they were the greatest loss Whether friend or foe. We look at the cross and our thoughts Go out to those brave young men And we say to ourselves, in our mind , We must stop this senseless killing if we can. E.W.Peters. 19-03-2014.
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Andrea on 21-03-2014
A Cross with no name.
A very moving poem, Peter. The visit to the American Military Cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, and overlooking Omaha Beach, was a very sobering one. Here is the photo in question. I'm glad it was an inspiration to you.


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Thank you Andrea, especially for placing your photo with my poem.This simple cross was indeed inspirational to me. It will be a constant reminder of awful days. Peter xx

Mikeverdi on 21-03-2014
A Cross with no name.
Well said Peter, you write about a subject you know all too well I think.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your comment Mike.Yes, I know the subject, having lost a lot of time in my younger days because of the war like many other people. Be lucky, Peter.

jdm4454 on 21-03-2014
A Cross with no name.
too many of those things around the world--- but as long as the US has a war machine our congress dedicates 1/2 of our budget to each year, we will continue to seek conflict to support our millionaire's in the MIC.
Very good read, Peter, about an industry I am way too familiar. jim

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment with which i agree wholeheartedly.I well remember Werner von Braun getting US citizenship, while I,a simple soldier, was still sitting in a POW camp.Of course, I had nothing to offer to further the greediness of the arms manufacturers or politicians.Cest l a vie.Be lucky, Peter.

Bozzz on 21-03-2014
A Cross with no name.
A really excellent and convincing poem Peter. We both share the strong instinct, even in battle, to think about what we are doing and to whom we are asked to do it. Knowing what I know today, and if I were eligible to serve, I might well register as a conscientious objector - a disgrace to my family of course. Nonsense in Iraq and Afganistan, who is being kidded?

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comments and for your generous rating.I agree wholeheartedly with all you say. Naturally when we were young we would not have thought about objecting, Whatever would the family have said? With hindsight I know I would have objected had I had the wit to know what was going on.Once more thank you my friend. Peter.

Ionicus on 22-03-2014
A Cross with no name.
A good and poignant poem, Peter, especially in the light of a recent news item that ten soldiers from WW1 have been named since they were discovered in 2009 and that they were found alongside five other bodies which are yet to be named.
Luigi

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi,for your comments.Yes, I read about those soldiers of the first war.At least their families will know now what happened to them.There is nothing worse then uncertainty.One of my aunts went to her grave, never to know what happened to her only son, missing in the last war.She never gave up hope.
Peter.


Me. (posted on: 17-03-14)
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I looked in the mirror this morning, What did I see? A wrinkled face with receding grey hair Staring back at me. I thought who is this geezer Here in our house? What's he doing in our bathroom, Is he after my spouse? It really got me worried, I'd never seen him before Perhaps he sneaked in overnight Through an open door. I called out for the missus To ask her what we should do, Is this geezer staring at me Something to do with you? She said don't be silly darling, He's the chap I've loved for years, It's you you silly old man, Who else would be living here? All at once ti dawned on me I was looking at my face, Fancy not recognising myself It's a bloody disgrace. When I remember the young man With his young face and dark brown hair, Now an old man with his wrinkled face All I can do is despair. Oh for the days when we were young Living a carefree life When there was always lots of fun For me and my darling wife. E.W.Peters. 16-03-2014.
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Andrea on 17-03-2014
Me.
Indeed - I often wonder how someone who feels so young can look so old *sigh*

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
sorry not to have replied before.You are right.I wonder.
Peter xx

Kipper on 17-03-2014
Me.
Hi pommer.
Don't be fooled it's trick mirror; there's one just like in my bathroom!
Cheers, Michael

Author's Reply:

Kipper on 17-03-2014
Me.
Hi pommer.
Don't be fooled it's trick mirror; there's one just like in my bathroom!
Cheers, Michael

Author's Reply:
Sorry to be so late with my reply to your comment.I looked again, but nothing has changed, It is definitely a trick mirror,be lucky, Peter.


Another War? (posted on: 07-03-14)
Just a thought.

I hear the sound of marching feet, Left Right,Left Right,Left Right. Men marching to the war drum's beat, Trained for another fight. They are full of fighting spirit, Not knowing whats to come, They carry on Left Right, Left Right Following the sound of the drum. Marching on, Left Right,Left Right, Like many others before, Young men all over the world, Ready to go to war. A war for what? A war for whom? A war,who makes the decisions? All we want is to live in peace, But not some politicians. So off they go Left Right,Left Right, Following the drum's beat, When the fight starts its not easy, Especially in defeat. They thought they fought for freedom, But what did they really get? Many perished, some survived, But have not forgotten yet. Yet it goes on, war after war, Young men will fight and die, While leaders will continue To shout the battle cry. They wouldn't if they had to go Where young men have to fight, Hiding in ivory towers Probably dying of fright. And so it goes on, time after time, Left Right, Left Right, Left Right Throughout the earth's existence, Men always have to fight. Today I heard the beat again, They are off to another fight, This time its Russia and Ukraine, Left Right, Left Right, Left Right. E.W.Peters. 02-03-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 07-03-2014
Another War?
One of you're best Peter, something you know all about. I can only agree...here we go again.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your comment.Crimea again.What goes round comes round.!60 years ago, Battle of Balaclava.
Hope you are both well. We are Ok, waiting to be called for another scan for my Lymphoma. Hope I'm OK
Best wishes to both of you, Peter..

Andrea on 07-03-2014
Another War?
Nature of the beast, sadly, pommer - but let's hope not, eh?

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea for comment and generous rating. Much appreciated.Yes, it is the nature of the beast.!60 years ago this coming October battle of Balaclava.
Andrea, have a lovely break.Hear from you when you are back. Peter xx

jdm4454 on 07-03-2014
Another War?
Makes you wonder how we can call our species "civilized".... I like the way you set the tempo with the marching cadence and held it through to the end......well crafted, pommer.....jim

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snowdrop (posted on: 03-03-14)
these lines came to me when out walking one early morning in spring.

One morning walking in the rain Along a Devon country lane I spotted something small and white In the early morning light. It was a humble snowdrop Swaying gently in the breeze, Its little white bell on a fragile stem Adding colour to the frieze. A frieze of dark green verges, Of hedges and the odd tree, Of empty brown fields across the hedges As far as the eye could see. I stopped and looked at the snowdrop, I thought I heard its bell ring, I felt so very fortunate To see this harbinger of spring. E.W.Peters.
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Kat on 03-03-2014
snowdrop
Really enjoyed this and you've put into words what I've been feeling when looking at them at the moment. Thank you!

Kat

Author's Reply:
Thank you Kat,for your comment.I am glad you enjoyed reading it. Peter. Be lucky xx

ValDohren on 04-03-2014
snowdrop
Snowdrops are so beautiful, but sadly I haven't seen one for a very long time. But you have done this for me in my imagination - lovely poem Peter.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment and the generous rating.I am sorry that you you haven't seen one of those beautiful fragile flowers lately, but I am pleased that my little poem helped your imagination.Best wishes, Peter xx

Ionicus on 05-03-2014
snowdrop
A lovely, delicate poem just like the flowers themselves. Well done, Peter.

Luigi:-)

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi for your comment.It is always much appreciated. Be lucky, Peter.


Our NHS (posted on: 24-02-14)
my concern as an ex-nurse.

I cannot hide my consternation About the NHS, That once was the pride of the nation, But that now is in a mess. Successive governments have tried To change this situation, Reorganising time after time , Not finding a solution. Staffing levels are of concern, Those working cannot deliver care, In hospitals all over the country Well staffed wards are very rare. The minister in one session With his colleagues in grey suits Ordered staff to be taught compassion, Which is lacking at the roots. I ask myself how is that done, How does one teach compassion? While such daft orders come from the top There can only be regression. Healthcare assistants who give all the care Should be trained to fulfil their obligation, While trained nurses never have the time, Dealing with administration. So why do we spend the money To make nursing a degree? While untrained staff do the nursing, It makes no sense to me. What was wrong with our service, When sisters ran the wards, When all the staff worked very hard For very little rewards. I know there are many good nurses Who work very hard everywhere, Who also show lots of compassion, And who really would love to care. Why can't they be left to do their job As they have done year after year, Looking after their patients well Without politicians that interfere,?
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barenib on 24-02-2014
Our NHS
Couldn’t agree more, the politicians are buggering up everything - they’ve done the same with teachers! Well said, John.

Author's Reply:
Thank you John,for your comment.I agree, education, health, and the care of the elderly as well as the mentally ill seem to be easy targets For those "educated" idiots.Be lucky, Peter.

Leila on 24-02-2014
Our NHS
Thank you for posting this, I have many friends working in the NHS who would agree with your words, well said...Leila

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment Leila,yes, many of us, present and past employees of the NHS think the same. Be lucky, Peter.

ValDohren on 24-02-2014
Our NHS
I used to work for the NHS, and agree with you completely. Patient care seems to be bottom of the list. Well written David.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment Val,we can only hope that things will improve.Peter xx

stormwolf on 25-02-2014
Our NHS
As an ex nursing sister, who has still some friends in the profession (who are seeking retirement due to stress) all I can say is its a pain in my heart that will never go away. The thought of ANYONE, EVER dying in a ward from malnutritian or dehydration was unheard of.
Now, people like my dear old mum (an ex matron) live in fear they may ever have to be admitted.

Shame on the faceless beaurocrats watching each other's backs and shame on the spineless who have let this happen.

Alison x


Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison for your comment.The stories one hears and reads about are indeed dreadful and unimaginable.As a retired Divisional Nursing Officer,who was glad to retire,I am often ashamed for the behavior of our colleagues.I had many a battle with the"administrators"some of whom could not arrange a pram race in a nursery.I can only hope that things will get better.Be lucky,and give my regards to your mother. I too am scared having to go in at my age (88). Peter.xx

Nemo on 25-02-2014
Our NHS
Hi, the conditions I portray in my latest (The wall) are from 1985. ..... help me when I have to go in if things, as you say in your angry poem, are even worse! Have you got a strong soap-box?
Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gerald, thank you for your reply and comment.Things are not good judging from reports in the press.But government interference does not help.Many good staff in the service are only too glad to retire.I shall occupy my soapbox as long as I can. Be lucky, Pommer.

Bozzz on 26-02-2014
Our NHS
Message well and truly delivered. Well done Peter. Yet to be honest, and for me, it does owe more to your own strong feelings than to the quality of the rhyming verse. In a poetic sense there are many words that could be omitted and still carry the rhythm, emphasis and weight you wish to impart......David


Author's Reply:
Thank you David,I shall have to look through this poem again and see what i can omit to create a better work.I just had a quick look, and I can see what you are getting at.Thank you for the advice, Hoping that you are well, Peter.

jdm4454 on 26-02-2014
Our NHS
I agree with Bozzz - your heart is in the right place, the sentiment of the poem is strong and your anger is in the well declared, but you are awfully wordy and maybe a little cramped trying to make your rhyme scheme work......we all do it - we are wordmen and as such, we are in love with words and need workshops like this, places to bounce our work off other like minded individuals for critique and help.
Thanks for posting this. I have 2 daughters in medicine. One is a doctor, the other, her CANP. The doctor does surgery and works the hospital while the nurse practitioner sees patients in the office. Their complaints are similar to yours. --jim

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim,
thank you for your comments to my poem.I appreciate helpful comments and shall take appropriate action,by editing my work.I retired from the NHS many years ago,but can't help observing what is being done to it. Once more thank you, be lucky, Peter.

Kat on 03-03-2014
Our NHS
Just read this heartfelt poem and the great comments. All very close to my own ex-NHS mental health nurse heart. Wonderful you can create such thoughtful and caring poetry. Yes, needs a wee tighten up, but that doesn't detract from your plight and plee for the NHS and all who have sailed in her and care. lol

I'm originally from Ivybridge, near Plymouth and will be visiting my lovely gran in Plymouth (Barbican) over Easter.

Best wishes

Kat

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat,thank you so much for your comment.Like you I am an ex RMN/SRN Who sailed in the service for many years.I enjoyed may career as I hope you did. I am still trying to edit this poem.once done will republish.I hope you will enjoy your stay in Plymouth.Give my love to Smeaton's Tower.By the way, did you train in Plymouth?I trained in Bedfordshire.Be lucky, Peter. xxx


Arithmetic of Life (posted on: 21-02-14)
One I wrote some time ago.

We grumble and we groan When we are young at school, and it drives us to distraction Having to learn of fractions, Of addition and subtraction, And we are driven to derision When we have to know division. Once we have mastered the subject We begin to realise That there is more to remembering it, And that our teachers were wise To have taught us all these processes from the early age of five, Because you will see how it helps us Throughout our adult life. We start off life as a unit, There is just the one of us. We grow up in a family With or without much fuss We learn lots of things To help us in our later life, And when we are old enough We find a husband or a wife. This is the process of addition, About which we learned With so much derision, Now we have to work and slave, Experiencing joy and frustration, All the time practising hard To achieve multiplication. One day we are successful Arithmetic can be relied, Another person comes along, And we have multiplied. This may go on for some more times, Restraints we may have to apply, But whichever way we look at it We have learned how to multiply. Time marches on,the youngsters leave, We now experience subtraction, Depending what they do with life Will determine our reaction. In the run of our lives This is a difficult time, Not very good at its best, Referred to as the empty nest. But now it goes on to the next stage, We are old and have to decide What to do with or assets, And how do we divide? This stage drives some to derision, It may well be a difficult decision, Early learning should do the trick, After all it is life's arithmetic. So you see dear friend it has not been in vain When you were young and at school, If you wouldn't have learned arithmetic Life of you would have made a fool. E.W.Peters. 20-02-2014.
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ValDohren on 21-02-2014
Arithmetic of Life
Oh how I hated maths, was never any good at it - apart from multiplication, well we are all good at that aren't we !!! Very good Peter, enjoyed reading - made me chuckle.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val,
I am glad I could make you chuckle.My mother used to say:"Peter, always try to satisfy one woman a day." What she really meant was make one woman happy a day.I have always lived up to that,or at least tried.Thank you for your comment, have a nice weekend, Peter xxx

CVaughan on 21-02-2014
Arithmetic of Life
A lot of sense to the equation in your metaphor relating things arithmetically. Liked this, just a little quibble
in the 5th stanza shouldn't it be relied upon? Frank

Author's Reply:
Thank you Frank for your comment.I see your point about the fifth stanza,and I agree with you, but I could not find anything to rhyme with multiplied.Had to use a bit of poetic licence. Be lucky. Peter.

stormwolf on 22-02-2014
Arithmetic of Life
A quirky way of looking at things with a lot of truth in it.

Alison x

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Romance. (posted on: 31-01-14)
Just memories.

It will never be like this again, Just two people so much in love, Under the dark blue sky at night With the moon and the stars above. Everything seemed so right On this wonderful starry night. But that was many years ago, Two young lovers with hearts aglow, Hoping their love would never end, When in the distance they heard a band, She simply asked:"Shall we dance?" The moment was filled with romance. Many years have passed since then, They are now old and grey, But the memories of that wonderful night Have never gone away. Still much in love holding hand, Dreaming of the sound of that band. "Do you remember the way we danced Holding each other tight? Do you remember the words of love We said to each other that night?" "How can I forget that moment On that wonderful starry night." E.W.Peters. 30-01-2014.
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ValDohren on 31-01-2014
Romance.
Lovely Pommer, lovely. Just one little observation is that the rhyme scheme in verse two is different, or maybe this was intentional. Enjoyed reading.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment and good rating.Thank you also for your advice.It was intentional, but I see what you mean.I thought about using the same rhyme scheme, but decided against it when I wrote the poem.Still, I shall have another look at it. Once more many thanks, Peter xxx

Bozzz on 01-02-2014
Romance.
The "long ago", is our refuge as we grow old. It is usually more comfortable than yesterday ! I tend to remember the dance rather than the words we used. Good poem Peter....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you, David,for your comment and your generous rating.yes you are right,it is our refuge.Have a lovely weekend, Peter.

stormwolf on 01-02-2014
Romance.
Heart warming and tender memories.
For honest and hopefully helpful crit I felt the first verse was rather mundane and a bit predictable and the poem as a whole requires a bit of attention here and there ie 'holding hand' did not work for me and repetition of starry night in first and last stanza.
I hope you see what I am trying to say 😉

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison, thank you for your helpful comments.I think I know what you are trying to say.I shall sit down try to
re-look at my work.Either re-write or edit.The starry night bit was quite deliberate for me.Thank you for your help, Peter xx

Nemo on 02-02-2014
Romance.
First reaction: count yourself lucky if you can still remember so much and I applaud your wish to celebrate that moment in time. The angle I come from, however, is that rhyme in poems of this type tend to detract from the beauty of the moment you wish to convey if it is rather predictable: 'ago/aglow; dance/romance; lots of rhyme with 'night'; hand/band.' In the last case you have said 'hand' instead of 'hands' which doesn't work. You say 'Many years have passed since then,
They are now old and grey,' perhaps it should be 'We are now old and grey'?

I would also say try to find some new and fresh form of phrasing of the imagery in the first stanza which is so important for evoking the scene. Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Gerald for your comments which are appreciated.Yes i am lucky to be able to remember old times ,in fact I do so often.It keeps the brain young and active.As for the rhyme,I shall have another look at that,but free verse is not to my liking as a rule.I am not a poet, I just like to rhyme from the heart Pommer..

Savvi on 02-02-2014
Romance.
Hi Pommer you tell a lovely tale with this one I don't really have anything to add to previous comments by way of crit but I did enjoy the way the poem dances along always light on its feet, as I said just lovely. Keith

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment Keith,I am glad you liked my effort. Be lucky, Peter.

Mikeverdi on 03-02-2014
Romance.
It's good to have times to remember, and to still be able to remember them! well said Peter. Mike

Author's Reply:
Yes, Mike, you are right, it is lovely to be able to remember, many can't for various reasons.I am lucky. Peter.


Baron von Muenchhausen visits Biggleswade. (posted on: 24-01-14)
Following a suggestion made by Pronto I decided to follow it, and wrote this follow up to my previous story about Baron von Muenchhausen.Here it is.

The Baron had good hearing, So when farewell he bade He heard distinctly what was said About him and Biggleswade. I wonder where this place is, I've never heard of it, Must look it up on the website And search for it a bit. Off he went to his dingy digs, Just one room in Albert Square, It was grotty for a man of his stature, But a man has to live somewhere. Next he looked it up on Google Earth, To see if he could find A place with the name of Biggleswade, Nothing else would enter his mind. He discovered it was in Bedfordshire That it was a market town, Not many miles from Bedford, A town of some renown. As he had not got a car He would have use the train To go and have a look At this, to him,new terrain. He took the train to Bedford, From there he travelled by bus, To get from London to Biggleswade Was quite a bit of fuss. Once he arrived at Biggleswade He thought ,what a funny place. It was not what he had expected, The most travelled man of the race. He went to the market and sat on a seat Watching people go by, When he saw a young man approaching, Out the corner of his eye. The young man sat down next to him And they started a conversation, "My name is Muenchhausen,I'm a Baron, The most travelled man of the nation." "So what ",said the young man,"I've heard of you, You talked to my brother last week, I don't want to hear your tales of travel, Go and bugger off you old freak." The Baron was most insulted By this young man's attitude, He said:" Now listen young man, I think you are rather rude. In fact I think you are a disgrace For a young man of your age, I wish I had never come to this place'" He had worked himself up into a rage. "After all I am Baron von Muenchhausen, The most travelled man of this race, I am going to leave this nasty town, I shall never mention this place." I suppose the Baron continued To tell tales and fantasies too, But he never mentions Biggleswade It became his Waterloo. E.W.Peters. 21-01-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 24-01-2014
Baron von Muenchhausen visits Biggleswade.
Worth the second tilt Peter Ha Ha! Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike.I thought it was.Might even have a third one,after all he is bound to bore bus and train passengers on his way back.What do you think?Take care my friend, Peter.


Carless. (posted on: 20-01-14)
I had to get rid of my car, due to ill-health,hence this little story.

I never realised what life would be like Without a motor car. I never even entered my mind That I couldn't go very far. I recently suffered a mini stroke, Known as a TIA, So I decided to give up driving To avoid an RTA. The thought what could be happening Is really not a joke, To be driving along a busy road And perhaps have another stroke. It is not a question of getting hurt It is hurting other too, So it was farewell to my Rover. I really do miss you. Each time I lift the garage door all I see is an empty space, I wonder if there is anything I can put in the Rover's place? I thought and thought about it, I ask my wife what to do? "Just be like other people, Walk and don't be blue." Finally I have realised, No more car to drive about, Got out my trusty walking boots, Which are really strong and stout. Now I'm no longer a motor's slave, Walk everywhere I can, I suddenly started to realise That I am a healthier man. E.W.Peters. 17-01-2014.
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Mikeverdi on 20-01-2014
Carless.
I've got to admit, I don't look forwards to handing the keys over one day. I dog walk at least twice a day so it's not the lack of exercise I worry about; Its feeling trapped. Good stuff Peter, glad you have adapted. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike my friend,
Thank you very much for comment and rating.Well, it is not easy, but I am gradually overcoming the withdrawal symptoms.Had a lovely long walk this morning.For once it wasn't raining. Take care, Peter.

Elfstone on 20-01-2014
Carless.
I wish I could persuade my mother to adopt your very admirable attitude! With your permission I'd like to print this and send it to her - might make her think sensible thoughts. Elfstone

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.Yes, there are many of us who do not want to give up driving.It isn't easy,but there comes a time when one has to think of others as well.By all means send a copy of my poem to your mother. Tell her it is not too bad.I gave it up after seventy years,Having my first motorcycle licence at 16 in my home country.Once more, thank you Elfstone.

Andrea on 20-01-2014
Carless.
Never learned how to drive, me, so never had a car. Always used to hitch back in the day, hence no need for one. Congrats for making a very sensible decision 😉

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
It wasn't an easy decision, but it is better to be carless then careless.I hope Elfstone can persuade his mother with my poem.best wishes, Pommer.

Nemo on 20-01-2014
Carless.
A dreadful thought. If I have to give up my car, there is not transport to get me to where I'm needed in under half a day, and that's only 32 miles away. Good poem but you've got me worried!

Author's Reply:
Hi Nemo,
Thank you very much for your comment and rating,Don't worry too much, but I do understand your predicament.Thankfully at 87 I don't need to go anywhere very often.Be lucky, Pommer.

ValDohren on 20-01-2014
Carless.
I 'd be lost without my wheels Peter. I 'm not an adventurous driver, but I do need to get to the supermarket. I don't mind walking for pleasure, when my feet don't hurt that is, but need to get out and about a bit. A really great poem, which I enjoyed reading. Just a couple of little hiccups though - first verse, third line should read "it" rather than "I". Fourth verse, second line should read "others" rather than "other." Just typos. You could always try roller skates or a scooter (the foot-operated type) - good luck !
Best wishes.
Val


Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for your valuable comments. Yes I see what you mean, they are typos allright.Thank you.I am glad you enjoyed my feeble efforts.Roller Skates, Scooter? Bit too old for that.I have my food delivered now,saves all the hustle in the supermarket.We like it that way.Of course, living in the country helps. You have given me an Idea, perhaps I should get a horse, or a pony and trap.Ha,Ha.Thank you once more for your comment and the generous rating. Peter xxx Be lucky.

Ionicus on 20-01-2014
Carless.
Even though I never learnt to drive, I always thought of a car as something to take one from A to B so I cannot understand people's attachment to their vehicles. I think you have made a wise decision, my friend. Have you availed yourself of a bus pass?

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment Luigi,yes, a car is very useful to get you from A to B, and very often a necessity.I suppose I don't really miss the car as such, but the driving.However, driving is not as enjoyable as it used to be.As for th bus pass:NO,There are hardly any buses going through our village.Be lucky, Peter.

stormwolf on 21-01-2014
Carless.
Aw It's hard when we lose our cars. ;-(
I had to get rid of mine as I no longer really needed the expense in the city but I miss it terribly still and hope to get another one some day when they stop ripping us all off for everything.
Hope you keep well.

Alison x



Author's Reply:
Hi Alison, I know the feeling.Thank you so much for your comment and the generous rating.Stopping driving makes me think:Sans car, sans teeth,sans hair,etc. (Apologies to the Bard)Sans Plot for a long time.( Had two reminders that my insurance was due.£239 each.As there were two, i am already feeling the benefit of no car.Just think 2x that amount.What a saving.) Ha,Ha.Once more, thank you, stay well, Peter. xxx.

Bozzz on 21-01-2014
Carless.
Dependence is a threatening word, yet many of us depend on others every day of our lives in many ways. Cars are different - they are part of our living space - part of man's territorial imperative - like one's dishwasher. Peter I wish I was as brave as you. Might be happy to hand over my dishwasher, but No, not my car - sorry....David. 9 for courage.

Author's Reply:
Thank you David for your reply and generous rating.I agree with you concerning one's car, as far as the dishwasher is concerned, I wouldn't know.Never had one, except for the two human ones.We seem to take it in turns.One thing, we can even do it during a power cut,and the Fairy Liquid keeps our hands smooth,as advertised.Don't believe it.Carry on enjying your car as long as you can.Best wishes ,Peter.


Baron von Muenchhausen (posted on: 17-01-14)
Baron von Muenchhausen was a military man living in the 18th century.He is supposed to be the teller of exaggerated tales I read his stories as a child, and I thought you might enjoy this little fantasy .I wrote this in 2012.

He was sitting on a bench in the park Feeding birds and enjoying the sun, When a young man came to sit beside him, And their conversation began. At first they talked about the weather As most conversations seem to begin, Then they talked about life experiences, And the old man began to grin. "You want to have had my experiences young man, I've travelled all over the place, In fact , I think,I can honestly say That I am the most travelled man of the human race. I remember visiting Rome, What a beautiful city to see, Soon after I left my home Which is in Germany. I am Baron von Muenchhausen, A nobleman for my sin, From Koenigswusterhausen Which is not far from Berlin. You name it and I tell you If I have been there or not, You see there is not a place I have missed, I have travelled such a lot." "Have you ever been to Africa" The young man asked, "In the jungles and deserts of that continent? Have you ever seen a shark bask?" "Of course I have ,"said the old man, I have been there many a time, I have even lived there for a number of years In a place called Bloemfontein." "Oh," said the young man,"what about the States, Tell me have you ever been there?" "Of course I have been there my son, Lived for years in Delaware. Travelled all over the States, Texas,New Jersey,and Idaho, Travelled south to Mexico, And even owned a mine in sunny Argentine. You see I really know the States I am world wise all around, Never settled anywhere for long, Always somewhere new I found. Then I went back to Europe, To a harbour called Rostock, From there I travelled on by train To faraway Vladivostok. It was only a little trip from there Across the sea to Japan, Where I met the Japanese Emperor, He was a lovely man. I travelled on and on, and on, To China and Australia, Travelled to Antarctica, And West to Venezuela. So you see young man I'm well travelled, As you no doubt can tell, And now I've come here to England Which I know very well. I journeyed from the North to the South, Visited Dover and Lossiemouth, Have been to Sheffield and to Hull, You see my life has never been dull." " I see" said the young man, "I really admire you so, But my lunchtime break is over, I must hurry ,I must go." He said farewell politely, And off he went on his way, Thinking to himself:What a braggart. There was nothing else to say. And then he laughed to himself: I bet he has never been to Biggleswade . E.W.Peters. 16-01-2014. ]
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Pronto on 18-01-2014
Baron von Muenchhausen
The gentle humour of this piece gave me a warm feeling and made me smile. Loved it.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto for your kind comments and generous rating.Making you smile has fulfilled the purpose of this little story. Be lucky, Pommer

Andrea on 18-01-2014
Baron von Muenchhausen
Ah yes, indeed. I actually know (knew) a very strange person who suffers from Münchhausen (with a good dollop of Narcissism and a few other psychological disorders thrown in).

An interesting story, pommer.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea,for your comment.I met one or two during my career.One poor fellow once "took the salute at the trooping of the colour standing in a sidecar,without the motorbike." That was just one of his tales.it was really quite sad.Best wishes, Pommer.

TheScribbler on 18-01-2014
Baron von Muenchhausen
I hope the poem didn't run several million dollars over budget like the film did. Thanks for this.



TS

Author's Reply:
Hi,TS,
Thank you for your comment.No, I kept within my budget.Actually the Baron told the young man a lot more,but the controller would not allow me to spend any more. Thank you again, be lucky, Pommer.


Smokeless (in praise of Scotch.) (posted on: 10-01-14)
Clueless, nonsense.

We had run out of cigarettes, That really is no joke, Haven't smoked since 62, That's when we had our last smoke. We searched through all our pockets For fag ends, all in vain, So I said to her indoors;"Sod it, Shan't start smoking again." "Allright , she said I think, We might instead take to drink, A dram or two of whisky Might even make us frisky, So we had a few drinks instead And finished up in bed. E.W.Peters. 07-01-2014.
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The Ferry Crossing (Harwich to Hoek Van Holland) (posted on: 10-01-14)
Casual meeting.

A Harwich man named Terry Boarded the Holland bound ferry, He met a young lady From Amsterdam, And their crossing became quite merry. Now when they arrived at the Hook He wrote into her address book My name is Terry, We met on the ferry, And by trade I am a crook. She wasn't to be outdone, Wanting to have her own fun, Just like he did before She wrote into his book I am an Amsterdam whore. He replied: you are a good looker, That's why I befriended you. He once again wrote in her book: I guessed you were a hooker, Since you were travelling to the Hook. E.W.Peters. 09-01-2014.
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stormwolf on 10-01-2014
The Ferry Crossing (Harwich to Hoek Van Holland)
Hi Pommer
A bit of fun. I enjoyed it.

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison
I am glad it amused you,as you say, it was just
a bit of fun that came into my twisted mind.Be lucky, Peter xx

Andrea on 10-01-2014
The Ferry Crossing (Harwich to Hoek Van Holland)
Hahaha...mind you, not all people from A'dam are drugged-up hookers. I mean look at moi!

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea, first of all thank you for your help.As you see I am back to normal.As for your comment, thank you.Of course, not all people are drugged up hookers in Amsterdam.Never had the pleasure of going there.I shipped out of Antwerp once,when I became an immigrant ( not voluntarily) to the UK.Been here ever since.Y our Question answered.I have been her since 1946,having spent the year before then in Belgium.That is another story.
best wishes to you and yours,
Peter xx

Andrea on 12-01-2014
The Ferry Crossing (Harwich to Hoek Van Holland)
Thanks, Peter - yes, I gathered it was something like that. Love to hear the 'other story' sometime.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea.
Finally started walking properly again. Went on a protest march yesterday,and walked about a mile or so today.After all my boots were made for walking.I fear i must get dow to tell you anout the "other stories " soon. Take care, Peter xx


Feline Fantasies. (posted on: 03-01-14)
I wrote this daft poem earlier this year, after hearing that some scientist had discovered that male mice could harmonise.I was looking at our two cats at the time, and imagining their following conversation.The cats names were Toby and Boko.

"Listen ", said Toby to Boko, "This morning, to my surprise I heard the man on the radio say That male mice could harmonise. Did you know that? I didn't, I know that birds can sing, But I never heard of singing mice, It must be the latest thing. Perhaps if some of them got together And formed a mouses' choir We could go and see them perform At the local CATS EMPIRE" "I suppose we could one Saturday night If there is nothing else to do, We could listen to their performance, And perhaps catch one or two." "I wonder if female mice can sing? To me it would be no surprise, If I heard it said That only male mice can harmonise. It really would be quite unfair in this age of equality. Now if female mice could sing and dance It would add to the jollity." "Now you are really talking man Just imagine a mouse like Jane Russell, Or one like Marlene Dietrich, And a dancer like Darcy Bustle. I can see the billboards Lit up shiny bright: COME TO THE CATS' EMPIRE MOUSES' CHOIR GALA NIGHT." "Just imagine to hear them singing, Showing off their attraction, Jerking about like the Rolling Stones Trying to get satisfaction." "I never liked them very much, They weren't all that good, Mick himself was not too bad, But I couldn't stand Ronnie Wood, Imagine them singing in harmony, Jiggling about their pelvis Thinking to themselves all the time That they are as good as Elvis. Now if they sang like Rod Stewart, Or even like Van the Man, Chris de Burgh or Barry Manilow, Then I would definitely go." E.W.Peters. 2013.
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Bozzz on 03-01-2014
Feline Fantasies.
Great fun, Peter - good tonic for the time of year. Maybe a female human audience might stand on their seats and scream for help. But please give our darling Darcy her correct form of Bussell ! Nice thought, though. Or perhaps you meant it? bustle is not entirely inappropriate for a dancer. Greetings friend. David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David,yes, happy days.I remember them well.Used to cavort around with my then teenage daughter,we loved the Stones.As far as Busssell is concerned I thought I would add a bit of humour thinking about the "bustle"so I hall leave it,Thank you however for pointing it out.Just think of a mouse with a bustle.
Greeting from East Devon, Peter.

Andrea on 03-01-2014
Feline Fantasies.
Van the Man! Rod Stewart! *swoon*

Jerking about like the Rolling Stones
Trying to get satisfaction."
- Lovely! Great rhythm and rhyme going on here.

A song for you...(he's a right go-er, that Mick)





Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
I am really thankful for your comment ,and for the video.You don,t know how that made me feel.I was back in the Sixties,cavorting round our front room with my teenage daughter.How we loved the Stones.My wife and I are sitting here reminiscing.Thank you Andrea, what a lovely New Year's surprise.Be lucky, Peter xx

TheScribbler on 03-01-2014
Feline Fantasies.
A nice fun piece. Thanks for this!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment a Happy New Year to you, Pommer.

Weefatfella on 04-01-2014
Feline Fantasies.
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Aye, Awrrabest Pommer happy New Year Mate.
A good laugh here mate, much happiness induced.
Loved it.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hi WFF. Thank you for your comment. I am pleased you enjoyed my bit of fun. Happy New Year to you,
Pommer.


Daft verses. (posted on: 20-12-13)
What can I say?

A fellow named Mc.Arony Claimed to be a Paddy from Cork, In reality he was a phoney Born and bred in New York. He had a sister named Sal, Who married a young man named Ami, From that day on all her close friends Referred to her as Salami. One of her friends was Arti, His name was Mr.Choke, He was always hail and hearty, And was known as Artichoke. He worked with a chap named Tom, Whose other name was Mato, So everyone who knew him Simply called the poor man Tomato. Another geezer named O'Nion Was always a real man of iron, When he had a bunion He disliked it a lot When a nurse called him Mr Onion. The above verses are no craft I would simply call them daft, To claim that they were good, I regard them as thought for food. E.W.Peters. 19-12-2013.
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Kipper on 21-12-2013
Daft verses.
A bit of fun for sure. There is always a place for that.
Michael



Author's Reply:
Quite agree, Thank you Michael.What would life be without fun? Happy Yuletide. Peter.

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Daft verses.
It is liberating to read a bit of nonsense that makes you smile.

Happy X-mas

Pia
xx

Author's Reply:
Hello Pia,
thank you for your comment.I am glad my bit of nonsense made you smile.Glaedelig jul og god Nyt Ar. With best wishes, Peter. xxx


NHS Re-Organisation. (posted on: 16-12-13)
self- explanatory.

I don't know how we survived The many re-organisations? I wonder if we are the only ones Among all the other nations That had a service that was good, In fact that was first class, Until older experienced people To save money were put out to grass. Our NHS, many years ago, Was the envy of other states, In which,if you needed medical care You paid the going rates. Politicians here started to interfere With the way our service was run, Making changes for the sake of change, A bit of political fun. I remember the days, We were taught to care, Worked long hours ,some without pay, Pressure was always there , Wards were always clean every day, Patients received good care, The Sisters of the wards were strict, But they were always fair. Doctors and Matrons did daily rounds, Ensuring that all was well. If something was spotted that was not right Their demeanour would always tell. Alas those days have gone now, For better or for worse, I used to enjoy my vocation, But I'm glad I'm no longer a nurse. Re-Organisation is here once again In order to improve the service, But having gone through it many a time It makes me feel very nervous. The fact that I am a patient now, Who needs a helping hand, I cannot help asking the question: Is this now the NHS' end? E.W.Peters. 15-12-2013.
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Mikeverdi on 16-12-2013
NHS Re-Organisation.
I could not agree more Peter, well said. It has to be top marks for the sentiment. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your comments and the generous rating.As a retired nurse I sometimes despair when I see the antics of some of my professional colleagues.Mind you there are many hard working and caring people, but there are some poor leaders and politicians. Finish grumbling now Mike. Hope Leslie and you are both reasonably well.It s a bit ropey here at the moment.Take care, keep in touch, Peter and Edna.

barenib on 16-12-2013
NHS Re-Organisation.
It may well be the end if this current coalition has anything to do with it! Sad times - John.

Author's Reply:
Thank you John for your comment.Times are indeed sad.Have a good Christmas and a productive Ne Year, Pommer.

ValDohren on 16-12-2013
NHS Re-Organisation.
Am a retired NHS worker myself (admin) and have seen many changes, few if any for the better, and all at a cost.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for your comments and for the generous rating.So you were a fellow worker in our NHS.I have seen the ups and downs of the service,which could be better without government interference.No doubt you know.Best wishes, Peter xxx

Ionicus on 17-12-2013
NHS Re-Organisation.
There is always room for improvement, Peter, and we can only hope that changes do not affect the service in a negative way.
Personally, I have no complaints about the treatment I received.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading my effort.I am delighted that you have been receiving good treatment.I hope you will continue to get that if the need arises.I am going through a bit of a sticky patch at present.Best wishes for the festive season, Pommer.

bo_duke99 on 18-12-2013
NHS Re-Organisation.
maybe the end, is it a coincidental investment in private healthcare suppliers from some of our elitist leaders and there families, good stuff - Greg

Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg,I think you maybe right.I wouldn't be surprised. Have a lovely Christmas and productive New Year, Pommer.


Farewell to freedom. (posted on: 06-12-13)
prompted by news.

Nobody seems to be safe anymore In this once democratic land. Danger starts before we are born Social Services take a hand. Only recently, in London They removed an unborn child From a mother on a visit The world has really gone wild. She wasn't even British, She came from Italy, She happened to be Bi-Polar She had no chance you see. Confined in a psychiatric unit They sectioned her as well, They also, it is said, restrained her And what else? Who can tell?. They finally sedated her, And took her Daughter away, Recommended her for adoption, Without her having her say. So much for our carers, In a land that once was free, That is turning into a dictatorship, Farewell to Democracy. E.W.Peters. 05-12-2013.
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Bozzz on 07-12-2013
Farewell to freedom.
Oh Peter, this sounds awful, yet I can imagine circumstances in which it might be thought the best of bad options. Either way it is so cruel - imagine the distress of the poor girl, for that is the image this piece projects to me - sick-making, but you are right to draw attention from thinking people....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David,for your constructive comment.I do of course agree with the fact that an action taken may indeed be the best of bad options,but it is still so disturbing.I felt I had to write this, especially as Booker of the Daily Telegraph has seriously exposed the power of Social Workers for a long time.I really appreciate your comments. Thank you....Peter.


Dementia. (posted on: 02-12-13)
Recent publicity about the inadequacies in the NHS to treat people suffering from any form of dementia prompted me to write the following.

It makes me feel so very sad When you ask me again and again "What day of the week is it today?" And my answer remains the same. "Did you say it is Wednesday?" You ask,my answer is:"Yes". "Oh ,I see,I thought it must be, My mind is not in a mess. So it is Wednesday today is it? I really would like to know, Because if it is Wednesday To the market I must go. Wednesday is always market day, When I go on the Green Line bus, Can you give me Half a Crown? So the conductor makes no fuss." So it goes on,day after day, You don't realise any more Things that for you once were easy Have now become a chore. If only we could turn back the clock, Let us be as once we were, A couple in love always happy Without worry ,without care. But don't you worry my darling I shall always for you be there, Love you ,hug you and comfort you, And give you the best of care. Even though I know the day will come When you won't know me anymore, I shall always be there for you And love you for evermore.
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Mikeverdi on 02-12-2013
Dementia.
Its so sad Peter, really sad. It makes me want to scream at the top of my voice. We know so little of the reasons for all the ills we suffer, and yet spend millions on things that mean nothing to ordinary people. Mike

Author's Reply:
Dear Mike, thank you so much for your much appreciated comments. You are perfectly right. Love to both of you, your friend Peter.

bo_duke99 on 02-12-2013
Dementia.
a sad and sweet read, enjoyed - Greg

Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg,your comments are much appreciated. Pommer.

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
Dementia.
very sad, but really, I'd want to have so person who would be with me near to support me and to comfort. Still I don't have so man and I'm starting to lose faith in love

Author's Reply:
Thank you Darya8 For your comment and rating.Never lose faith in love, you never know what is waiting round the corner for you.Pommer.


International Christmas wishes. (posted on: 02-12-13)
A piece written some time ago, but now edited.

M Meri Kirihemete(M aori) E Gajan Kristnaskon (E speranto) R Srozhdestovm Kristovim(R ussian) R Legreivlas Fiastasda Natal (R omansh) Y Szecan Bozic(Y ugoaslavian) C Sheng Dan Kuai Le(C antonese) H Mele Kalikimaka(H awaiian) R Cracium Fericit (R omanian) IGledileg Jol(I celandic) S Feliz Navidad (S panish) T Maigayang Pas Co (T agalog) M Selamat hari natal (M alayan) AGeseende Kersfees(Africaans) SKuwa na Krismasi N jema (S wahili) I thought I would try to be multilingual. My research has not been in vain From Tagalog to Spain. I hope all of my fellow poets Will appreciate my Yuletide wishes, Hoping you all will have a lovely time With lots of tasty dishes.(Of all kinds) So here I say it once again Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, To all you fellow wordsmiths Far away and near. Seasons Best Wishes, Pommer Christmas 2013.
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Mikeverdi on 02-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Excellent Peter, all the best to you and yours. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, best wishes to you and Leslie, Peter.

Andrea on 02-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Very clever, Pommer, and the same to you 🙂

Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for your comment Andrea, and for your seasonal greetings much appreciated. The last time I read those Dutch greetings was in 1939 sent to us by an old Jewish friend of my father's, who had left Germany just in time. What memories that has brought back to me.Wishing you all the best.
Frohe Weihnacht, und ein glueckliches Neues Jahr, Peter.xx

PS. Have published a book of poems in October.It is on Amzon under Ernst-Wilhelm Friedrich Peters, Selected poems.I am donating 50% of any possible royalties to a fundraising effort by Hospiscare to build a hospice here in East Devon.

bo_duke99 on 02-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
really cool Pommer, all the very best to yourself as well - Greg

Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg, for your comment and your season's wishes.I too wish you a very happy Christmas. Pommer

Andrea on 02-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
What interesting tales you must have to tell, Pommer. As one who has a deep interest in WW11, I would love to hear them sometime...

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea for your reply.Yes I suppose I have some tales to tell, What is your special interest in WW2?I am sure there are many more people, with more interesting tales then mine,I think I shall get in touch after the new year to talk about it.All the best for the season, enjoy.Pommer ( Peter)xxx

Kipper on 03-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Merry Christmass to you Pommer, and to all those you hold dear.

From me and my good lady.

Michael

Author's Reply:
Dear Michael,
thank you for your seasonal wishes.We wish you the same, Myself and Edna.Have a good time. Pommer.

Kipper on 03-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Merry Christmass to you Pommer, and to all those you hold dear.

From me and my good lady.

Michael

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Bozzz on 03-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Peter, my friend, after this clever bombardment of options, may Meg and I take a risk and wish you and your family a relaxed and enjoyable Christmas in English. This will be the 65th Meg and I have spent together....David

Author's Reply:
Dear David, thank you, and yes you may.What interest me is the fact that you and Meg have been celebrating Christmas for 65 years.Touche, Edna and I were married on Christmas Eve 1948.It is our 65th anniversary this coming Christ mas Eve.Sixty five years of love.We hope that you and Meg will have a wonderful Christmas, and many more. Peter.

Andrea on 03-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
My father was a tailgunner in the RAF, Peter. The war screwed him up mightily (as it did millions and, by extension, their children) and we weren't close and he wouldn't talk about it. He died in 2008, and I wish I'd talked to him more. All aspects interest me, but the psychology of the history and Hitler and the Holocaust most of all.

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,ye it did screw up millions as you say.I can understand your father not wishing to talk much about his experiences of that catastrophic event . It can be quite painful to relive some occurrences.I shall get in touch sometime in the New year,to tell you about some of the events from 1933 -1945,and how they shaped a whole generation of young people.Pommer.xx

Ionicus on 04-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
And a Buon Natale from me Pommer.

Author's Reply:
Hi Ionicus,thank you have a good time.Pommer

deadpoet on 04-12-2013
International Christmas wishes.
Glædelig Jul og Godt Nytår Pommer (Danish)

Pia
xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia,tak mange for your wishes. Pommer


A PLEA. (posted on: 22-11-13)
A short verse which has been in my mind for a time, remembering difficult moments in my life.

Where are you God, Where are you,where, When storm clouds darken my mind? Where are you God, Where are you where, When answers I cannot find? When thoughts are confusing, When pleasant thoughts are rare, Where are you God, Where are you, Where? Pommer 21st November 2013.
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Mikeverdi on 22-11-2013
A PLEA.
You know my feelings on God Peter, I hope it works for you.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting.We are all different,but all human. Pommer.

Kipper on 22-11-2013
A PLEA.
It's a sad but inevitable fact, that in matters of faith you are on your own. 'God' cannot be proved for if that were possible there would not be 'faith'. Religion would simply be another form of government.
Of course it is in some parts of the world, but whether that is faith is perhaps another debate.
I can only use a phrase I have used before "You either believe or you don't" and possibly refer you to the poem 'Footsteps in the sand'. (Sometimes just 'Footprints')
For myself I can only envy those who have no doubt in the matter.
If it's there I hope you find it!
Michael



Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael for reading my poem and commenting.I fully agree that one either believes or one doesn't.There are however so many of us who are "doubters"thank you for reminding me of the poem "Footsteps" I had forgotten about it.It is only regrettable that so many conflicts in this world are caused by so called religions,and at the whim of politicians. But that is another story.I was always told not to talk about politics or religion.I know that your feelings about war are the same as mine. Once more thank you,Pommer.

deadpoet on 22-11-2013
A PLEA.
When I was suffering from a serious depression I started to pray to God. I am brought up in a very non-religious milieu but it sort of eased my mind in those circumstances, praying.
I hope you, in your doubt, find solace some way or other and don't feel that God has forsaken you if you look to him. But I do believe that even priests doubt.

Author's Reply:
Thank yo Pia, for your most encouraging comments.Yes, even priests doubt.I have had occasions in my life when I felt that I had received help when I prayed.Thank you also for your concern.I do agree, that a prayer does ease your mind.Thank you Pia for reading and commenting.Pommer xxx

bo_duke99 on 23-11-2013
A PLEA.
asking the question gives you answer, I reckon

Author's Reply:
Hi duke99, thank you for your comment which is much appreciated.You may be right. be lucky, Pommer.

ValDohren on 26-11-2013
A PLEA.
My belief, which I have voiced before, is that God and the devil are aspects of the human psyche. If one "prays" and feels awarded with some kind of comfort, then this is surely a psychological mechanism. Anyway, Pommer, I hope you find Him - but look within yourself, not beyond. He is your own inner strength and resourcefulness.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for your helpful comments.My mother used to say:God helps those that help themselves.I am sure you are right about the psychological mechanism.My inner strength, and resourcefulness have stood me in good stead all my life. I am sure however that I shall always look for the unexplainable. Thank you Val, for reading and commenting. Pommer xx


The European harmonised flush. (posted on: 15-11-13)
I couldn't help writing this bit of nonsense when I read about the group of MEPS discussing this subject for three years.I hope some of you will like it.

MEPS have worked hard for three years On a system that would solve The problem of water wastage, And that would involve All the nations of the community But did they realise How difficult it would be The flush to harmonise? As it took three years to solve They were obviously not in a rush To find the perfect solution For a European Golden Flush. Would it be measured in litres? What about the gallon or the pint? Or would it be a new Euro-measure They would have to find? I wonder how they will do it, The flush to harmonise? Will the cistern be uniform, Or of different shape or size? Will it be the siphon type, Or will it be the old norm? Will the water flush it all away, And how will the nations conform? Having looked at all those questions I think I have found a solution, A system of wastage disposal That would require no contribution From the European nations involved, No extra money in taxation Just a few adjustments to our bodies, What a revelation. In order to live we must consume food, Which our bodies digest. We also must drink to moisten the bulk Inside us,you know the rest. This whole process made me think, What about if we didn't drink? Would our excrement be dry? I think that is method we should try. So in order to solve our problem No drinking is a must, And for ever after that Our expulsions will be gas and dust. But what about the atmosphere you ask, With all that gas and dust? It will cause air pollution, Another meeting of MEPS is a must. So here I was thinking,problem solved, But I realise on reflection That my way of thinking Was in the wrong direction. I should have involved some MEPS To debate for another three years, But that no doubt would have been wrong too It is hopeless as I feared. Now wait a minute I thought to myself I'm not going to be beaten fuck it, I shall propose to the men in grey suits, Why not use a bucket, Like we had to in the past, Spread the excrement over the soil And make our crops grow fast. Still, why do i worry? Must stop, in a bit of a rush, To a place once called the crapper, and use the old fashioned Old English flush. Ernst -Wilhelm Peters. 12-11-2013.
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Mikeverdi on 15-11-2013
The European harmonised flush.
Very funny Peter, I liked it. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, I am glad you liked my little effort.Be lucky, Peter

deadpoet on 15-11-2013
The European harmonised flush.
I laughed here bewildered..

Author's Reply:
I thought you would like this.I am glad i could make you laugh. Peter xx

Weefatfella on 15-11-2013
The European harmonised flush.
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Ha! There you are Pommer, You solved the problem, but only by speaking their own language.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
HI WFF I told them didn't I.I do often despair by the antics of those idiots in Brussels.All at the expense of the taxpayers.Thank you for reading my effort at clearing the air.Be lucky, Pommer.


Those that were left behind. (posted on: 11-11-13)
A recurring thought of mine on these occasions.

Each year on Remembrance Day We remember the fallen of wars. It is only right that we should do so, But we also should do something more. We hope that those we remember Will rest peaceful in the world beyond, But what of those that were left behind, All those of whom they were fond? What of the mothers,the girlfriends and wives, For whom our brave heroes gave their lives? We should honour them in the same way, For they also gave their happy lives away. So let us remember these brave women, Who suffered the greatest loss, For whom there are no memorials Gathering moss. Pommer, 11th of November 2013.
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Mikeverdi on 11-11-2013
Those that were left behind.
Never a truer word Peter, well said. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
thank you for reading my little poem.I often have this thought when I think about the mother etc.of good friends I lost.I read your comment on David's poem about the terminally ill. Very true.what you are both saying.I always maintained care first, then cure.There can be no cure without care. Take care MIke, best wishes to both of you, Peter.

Ionicus on 11-11-2013
Those that were left behind.
As you rightly say, in addition to remembering the dead, one should give consideration to the other casualties of war, mothers, spouses and orphaned children.
I would go further and point out the futilty and cruelty of wars.
No one seems to have learnt the lesson and battles are still being fought.

Author's Reply:
How right you are Luigi,Man will never learn.I recently published a book of selected poems,There are two, Troy,and The battle of Halbe 1945.Both express the futility of war.Thank you for your comments, and the generous rating.Take care, Pommer

Bozzz on 11-11-2013
Those that were left behind.
Yes, and the British Legion does its best. My sorrow is also for the cruel injuries that survivors suffer - their courage, their lives lived in pain and crippling disability - physical and mental. Pity too their wives whose happiness - as you so well describe, is destroyed. Where will the list end?. Bravo Pommer....Bozzz.

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
thank you so much for reading my poem ,the generous rating and your comments.I don't think the list will ever end, as man doesn't seem to learn.Yes,The legion does its best to alleviate a great deal of the suffering of those affected.I shall sign out as Pommer,,but I am generally known as Peter.

Pronto on 12-11-2013
Those that were left behind.
Feelings very close to my heart pommer in fact I wrote one the other day on this very subject.
Well done mate.

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Pronto for your comment and generous rating.I am glad you seem to feel the same as I do on the subject.Have not read your poem yet, but will do so immediately. Take care, Pommer

ValDohren on 12-11-2013
Those that were left behind.
Man's inhumanity to man never ceases, he never learns despite the consequences. War solves nothing, it only destroys. Very well said Peter, an excellent piece, simply put but with a powerful message.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, for your very true comments and your generous rating.The longer one lives, and the longer one hears and sees man's inhumanity, the more one despairs.Take care, Pommer.


Problems of old age. (posted on: 08-11-13)
Growing old should be a time of relaxation and reflections.Is it?

While reading the morning paper I was saying to my spouse, All our worries are over now, We needn't sell our house Should we have to go into a home. The government will pay for our care When we can no longer roam. However my elation was short lived When I discovered to my dismay That they will only pay pro tem Until we fade away. When we have gone they will make sure That their money they will get, So there is no reason to cheer yet. A Member of the House has said That many of us are lonely, That we are far too wealthy And need minimal help only. So take away our bus passes, Winter-fuel allowance too, He really has no idea What it is like for me and you. At the same time it is said That we are clogging up the beds In our care facilities. T'would be better if we stayed at home, With our frailties Never go out of the house, Often feeling cold Have the occasional visit and do as we are told. But because we are so wealthy We should give our wealth to youth, Their life is so much harder, But is that really the truth? The old ones of this country Have coped with a lot of strife Working, struggling ,and saving To have in old age a better life. Of course it is much better If you come from elsewhere, The support you get in this country In other places is rare. Just register for a job,and get money, And tell others to come and join you In this land of milk and honey. Yet many a stranger comes to this land Prepared to find a job, While others exploit the system Scrounging until they drop. Our government is helpless, Take their orders from the EU, Paying benefit - tourists Until there is nothing left For me and you. The latest thing they talk of Is that we neglect our old, We should be like the Chinese, And look after them we are told, Or like other nations in Asia, What will be the next state of play, Euthanasia? Pommer, 5th November 2013
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deadpoet on 09-11-2013
Problems of old age.
It's pretty horrible isn't it? I fear getting much older and not being able to manage on my own. Cuts all over the line. It's exactly like this in Denmark where I live. Thanks for sharing your thoughts- I agree.

Pia

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pia, for your comments.It seems that there is not much difference in the treatment of the old, wherever one lives.By the way, whilst i don't know Denmark.I spent a few years in Schleswig -Holstein just south of the border.used to swim in the Eider.Thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated
,Kind regards Pommer.xx

Kipper on 13-11-2013
Problems of old age.
I remember the 'phew' when I retired. We've "made it"I told the wife.
After years of scrimping and saving, we can now have a better life.
Where did I go wrong?
Well told with lots of truths
Michael

Author's Reply:
Hi Michael, thank you for your comments.Yes indeed, where did it go all wrong?I give up sometimes.Good luck, Pommer.


A spoonerick or limerism? (posted on: 01-11-13)
A daft little piece that came to my mind.Spoonerism and Limerick.How about the title?

He lived like a fart in a trance Till he met a tart in France, She spiced up his life, Became his wife, And led him a merry old dance. Pommer. 30-10-2013.
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jay12 on 01-11-2013
A spoonerick or limerism?
Excellent! Tarts in France? Never. 🙂

Author's Reply:
Thank you Jay, for reading my bit of nonsense. Be lucky, Pommer.

Bozzz on 03-11-2013
A spoonerick or limerism?
The tarts in France fart mainly in the Champs - repeat after me - tut tut ...Bozzz


Author's Reply:
Thank you Bozzz.I think the tarts in France fart mainly when they dance.Ha Ha. Pommer. be lucky.


A tricky purchase. (posted on: 28-10-13)
This happened many years ago, and it makes me smile everytimeI think about it.

When I was released from the prisoner of war camp I was given civilian status.It felt strange walking through the streets of the small market town in the home counties,wearing civilian clothes for the first time after many years.I was convinced that everyone was looking at me ,knowing that I was an ex-prisoner.I realised however that that was a mad paranoid thought.Why should they,I didn't look any different from any other young man on the street. I met one or two people of my own age and we soon got into conversation.The thought of findjng a girlfriend crossed my mind being footloose and fancyfree? How could I achieve this?Well, I thought,it can't be any different here then it was at home. In order to prepare myself for every eventuality, I decided to get hold of some condoms.Now, where to get them?I had learned what to ask for .Just ask for a packet of Durex a fellow worker told me.It must be remembered that I never had to buy any condoms in my life,as we were always issued with them in our forces.So, off I trotted to the chemist shop.I looked in the window and spotted a young lady serving the customers.It worried me,so I decided to take a walk around the block in the hope that I would spot a male assistant on my return.Luck however was not with me.She was still there when I returned after a few walks around the town.Damn it I thought, I'll risk it.I entered the shop and was greeted with a friendly smile."Can I help You Sir?"the young lady asked.I was sure she knew what I was going to ask for.I started stammering in my best English,and with all intentions to ask for a packet of condoms, but my courage left me,so I bought a tube of toothpaste.Fortunately I had a mate who laughed his head off when I related my predicament to him.He said he would get me some condoms next time he went to town.He was as good as his word,but I had no opportunity to use one of the things for a long while. A few weeks later, when I went to town I bumped into the young lady from the chemist shop.We had a little chat and she accepted my invitation for a cup of coffee.While we were chatting, drinking our coffee,she asked me if I had run out of toothpaste yet.I didn't know what to say.She told me that she had known all the time I was in her shop that I was not there to buy toothpaste.We both laughed at that. We met often after that day, but our relationship was purely friendly.It helped me to feel normal again.I shall never forget her kindness and support.
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Kipper on 28-10-2013
A tricky purchase.
Hi pommer, makes me smile too.
I expect most men from that era will have their own 'toothpaste' memories. I certainly have; small compensation for the fact my 'toothpaste' years are long behind me.
Best regards, Michael.


Author's Reply:
Hi Michael,
thank you for your comment,I am glad it made you smile.Like yourself my "toothpaste years "are now in the past.
Best regards, Pommer.

Ionicus on 29-10-2013
A tricky purchase.
A very amusing anecdote, pommer. A lot of young men experience the same discomfort in a chemist shop when faced by a female assistant but they are much wiser than we give them credit for.
You should try to watch your punctuation and overall format of the piece; insert spaces after commas and full stops.
Also in the last paragraph I think you mean 'she accepted my invitation'.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your encouraging comments.I can see what you are getting at, and I shall try to edit this piece. Obviously I meant she accepted my invitation.That was a bad bit of editing on my part.Once more many thanks Luigi.Be lucky, Pommer.

Mikeverdi on 30-10-2013
A tricky purchase.
Ah those were the days Peter, it must have been hard for you, you make light of the difficulties you must have encountered (and I don't mean condom's!) I hope you have it all down on paper now, it will be well worth reading my friend. Take note of Luigi's points about the tidy up as it does need a bit of 'spit and polish'. I'm a fine one to talk Ha Ha! Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike,yes, times were not always easy, but we were young and had to cope whatever was thrown at us.The main thing is ,we survived, many didn't As you say,I need to apply a bit of "Spit and Polish" to my last effort. My autobiography is coming along very slowly.Thank you for your helpful comments.I don't know if I mentioned that I have published a book of selected poems.You can find it on Amazon.It is "Ernst-Wilhelm Friedrich Peters, Selected Poems.I have decided to donate 50% of any royalties,(if there are any) to Hospicecare Devon,who are hoping to raise £ 250000 towards a new Hospice for East Devon in Honiton.I hope they achieve their goal.Edna and I are well considering our ages.Best wishes to both of you, Peter.

Pronto on 31-10-2013
A tricky purchase.
Hi Pommer you took me back to the fifties and my own embarrassment when a young lady I knew said yes but that we'd have to use something! Thank god for barbers I say.

Ionicus is right and also be aware that the spell checker will not distinguish between words like of and off.
Great effort.

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto,
Thank you for your helpful comments and marking.I shall be editing this piece as soon as i find time.I remember the barber asking after a haircut:"Anything for the weekend,Sir." What a laugh,we never waited for the weekend.Once more, thank you. Pommer


FLYING VISITS. (posted on: 11-10-13)
An article in the papers and a report on the news prompted me to once again pick up my pen and air my grievances.Having been involved in caring for young and old, I feel grieved to see the caring element of the profession being changed by administrators who have little experience of caring.

Nobody seems to care at all When you are grey and old, You are sitting in an armchair Expected to do as you are told. If you are able to live at home, But are not able to cope, Don't give up there is always help, And there is always hope. Authorities provide carers To help with your daily needs, From dressing you and bathing, And providing nourishing feeds. I read in today's papers That some councils curtail carers stay The allotted time for each visit Being fifteen minutes per day. Who thought up this crazy deal, Limiting visits of care? No doubt some administrators Whose caring experience was rare. What do they know of caring, Of people's dignity? What do they care about the old, People like you and me? I spoke to a young carer yesterday, Who talked and was in no hurry, She said she had read the article too And it was a constant worry. She felt for her the day would come When she was old and grey, What time would there be to look after her If the managers had their way? I am old and grey and still active, All my marbles I still have got, Having "Flying Visits"when unwell Does worry me a lot. What has happened to our society, Doesn't anyone care anymore How we care for our elders, With respect as we did before? E.W.Peters. 09-10-2013.
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deadpoet on 11-10-2013
FLYING VISITS.
Very well said- with lots of care. The ,managers don't care- they think in money...but then it's the Government making the cuts. Why don't the managers protest. I have always wondered why they just do the politicians bidding. But then Unions should have more of a say- are they too weak nowadays? This is exactly like where I live in Denmark. I used to be a carer and we were allowed to take all the time in the world- this is a long time and a different era ago.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your caring comments and you generous rating.Care of the elderly has been my concern throughout my professional life. I only wish I could have done more.Once more, many thanks deadpoet. take are, Pommer.

Andrea on 12-10-2013
FLYING VISITS.
It's not much better here in the Netherlands. Their latest idea is to 'strongly urge' (read 'force') the elderly, disabled and chronically sick in care homes, to do voluntary work for their benefits. Disgraceful.

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,I like the expression"Strongly urge". How sickening.What have we come to? You are right, it is disgraceful,and all because of some people's greed.Have a nice weekend,Pommer.

mageorge on 13-10-2013
FLYING VISITS.
Loved this, pommer! Well said!

Regards,
Mark.

Author's Reply:
hi Mark, thank you for your encouraging comment and rating.Take car, Pommer

Ionicus on 13-10-2013
FLYING VISITS.
A heartfelt poem that spells out the outrage that these bureaucratic diktats generate. Well expressed.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi for your comments.Much appreciated.You re right, outrage is the right word for such actions.Be lucky, Pommer.


Mental Illness. (posted on: 04-10-13)
I was prompted to write this poem following an article in the press reporting that two of our leading supermarkets were selling costumes for Halloween,mocking the mentally ill.I was incensed, having tried hard to improve the misguided ideas about mental illness. The costumes have now been withdrawn.

What have they done to deserve this? To be mocked by humanity? They cannot help that they are ill, It is pure insanity. Years ago they talked of lunatics, Meaning people who were mentally ill, Some of them were incarcerated, Often against their own will. There was a time when people Would pay money to see the "mad", They used to flock to Bedlam Where they thought fun could be had. They watched the poor afflicted, It seemed to be all the rage To see some poor tormented soul Locked up in a cage. I trained to nurse them years ago When treatment became more humane, We talked of removing the stigma, By removing the word "Insane". We got rid of certification Replacing it by section, When we replaced the padded cells We took a step in the right direction. Doors were unlocked on most of the wards, Our patients walked about free, But one thing we seem to have forgotten To remove the stigma you see. The general public still think you are mad When you behave in an odd way, "Its a sure sign of insanity, They ought to lock him away". If only we had tried harder To stop the public to mock People who appear to be different And make them a laughing stock. The latest insult to ill people Is the worst I have ever seen, For people to wear disgusting garb For the feast of Halloween. Be ashamed you supermarkets Who tried to sell this gear, Apart from being insulting It will only instil fear. Many good people have been working hard To remove the stigma of mental ill health, And yet, there are some greedy folk Trying to increase their wealth. E.W.Peters. 03-10-2013.
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deadpoet on 04-10-2013
Mental Illness.
Nice to know there are such kind souls as yourself who don't stigmatize.

Author's Reply:
Hi, thank you for your comment on my poem and for your generous rating.It is so sad that there are still so many people who don't understand. Take care, Pommer.

JackCrowe on 05-10-2013
Mental Illness.
Well spoken. And so eloquently too.

Author's Reply:
Hi Jack, thank you so much for your encouraging comment and your generous rating. Pommer. Be lucky

Andrea on 05-10-2013
Mental Illness.
This is so sad. I suppose you know that Paul Chappell, a UKA member and personal friend took his life in July after suffering years of deep depression and not getting the support he needed from anyone, apart from a few friends. UKA Press (the UKAuthors publishing arm) are publishing his work in an effort to raise awareness of mental health issues and in accordance with Paul's wishes. You can read about Sighs of a Mouse Paul, and an excerpt here (just scroll down a bit) --> UKA Press Bookshop and Sighs of a Mouse



Author's Reply:
Dear Andrea,
thank you for your comment and rating, and for telling me about Paul Chappell.I have only had time to readthe excerpt from Paul's book.It has raised once again points in my mind which have bothered or rather concerned me throughout my working life, mainly in Psychiatry.The poor man,there was no need for what i would call professional neglect on the part of the many authorities he refers to.I have had many skirmishes in my time with people who have never understood nor wanted to the plight of the mentally ill,even some of my professional colleagues. Well I must not carry on,as this is my constant complaint about the ignorance about mental illness.Thank you for letting me know about Paul Chappell.
Best wishes,
PS.It is good to have friends.
Pommer,

Bozzz on 06-10-2013
Mental Illness.
How fine is that line between genius and mental disturbance and how much of value is wasted through a mixture of fear and ignorance among those who should help - many of us are guilty at some point in our lives. Will written. Bravo....Bozzz

Author's Reply:
How right you are.Many thanks for your comment.I agree, those of us who should help are not always able to because of lack of understanding,and often because of lack of training and selection,due to the changes in training by the authorities.I am on my pet subject.Must stop. Thank you again Bozzz. Pommer.

Mikeverdi on 08-10-2013
Mental Illness.
Wonderful stuff Peter, your writing about a subject few would take on is to be commended. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
Thank you for your comment and generous rating.Well, someone has to take up the subject as there are too many shying away from it, either because of fear, or ignorance.Hope you are both as well as can be expected.We are muddling along in our own way,but we are happy. All the best,Pommer.
PS.saw you reading on U-Tube. Congratulations. Enjoyed it.

Kipper on 09-11-2013
Mental Illness.
The supermarkets clearly misjudged their customers on this. Good to know that there is a public conscience, even though sometimes it seems somewhat shy.
Well written.
Regards, Michael.
(Sorry I'm rather late with my comment)

Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael for your comment.I am glad you took the time to read my poem,about the subject that is dear to my heart.Kind regards, Pommer.


FFF. (posted on: 27-09-13)
Daft thought of an old man.

It is said that weeds always survive. Is that the reason that I'm still alive? Like the always surviving nettle I'm still in FAIRLY FINE FETTLE. E.W.Peters. 25-09-2013.
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ValDohren on 28-09-2013
FFF.
Weeds are very hardy, and extremely difficult to kill off - pleased to learn you are still in fairly fine fettle Pommer - great bit of alliteration.
Val

Author's Reply:
Dear Val.
thanks for your comment and generous rating.Some years ago when i left home for the front the lady in our baker's shop said: "come back safe Peter."I told her that weeds always survive.To which she replied:" Yes, but good quality always keeps." Once more many thanks Val XXX. Take care. Pommer

amman on 29-09-2013
FFF.
You and me both. Nice alliteration in the last line.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Amman for your comment and your generous rating.both are very much appreciated.Be lucky, Pommer.

Ionicus on 29-09-2013
FFF.
Nice thoughts and true, not daft at all.
I don't think you need capital letters to emphasise your message, it's clear enough.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your constructive comment Ionicus,and for your generous rating. Both are much appreciated.Take care, Pommer.

mageorge on 01-10-2013
FFF.
I agree with all previous comments, pommer. The uppercase does nothing as Luigi said. Love your reply to Val!

All the best,
Mark.

Author's Reply:
Hi Mark,thank you for your helpful comment and for your rating.I am glad you liked my reply to Val.As yousee I came back.?Weed, or good quality? Once more thank you. Pommer.


In my dotage. (posted on: 23-09-13)
Just the thoughts of an old man,during minutes of idleness.

I often long for the days of old When summers were hot , And winters were cold, When we never heard of elder neglect, When we showed each other respect, When teachers could teach And pupils learned, When we would spend Only what we had earned, When doctors knew their patients by names, When children safely played their games, When life was simple, No one going far, When people walked Not having a car, When listening to wireless was all the rage, When books were devoured from page to page, When we were young and active, When we were vital and gay, Oh,Yes,I very often long Just for a single olden day. E.W.Peters. 22-09-2013.
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deadpoet on 23-09-2013
In my dotage.
Times change. Every generation has its values. This is nostalgic and I enjoyed reading it being of an older generation myself.

Pia
x

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia,thank you for taking the time to read my poem.I am glad you enjoyed it.Be lucky, Pommer.x

orangedream on 23-09-2013
In my dotage.
You and me, pommer. A wistful poem, well penned.

Tina;-)

Author's Reply:
Thank you Tina, for your comment.Very much appreciated.Take care, Pommer xx

ValDohren on 23-09-2013
In my dotage.
Me too Pommer, to spend just one day in the past. But I suspect we would be glad to be projected back into the 21st century with its medical advances for example, and not forgetting the Internet of course. It's the old fashioned values that we need to recover such as respect, which is sadly missing these days.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val for your comment and rating.You are right of course, we cannot live in the past, but it doesn't hurt to dream sometimes.I am glad for the medical advances, particularly at present.but as you say, respect is sadly missing these days.Take care, Pommer xx

Andrea on 23-09-2013
In my dotage.
Yes, indeed. No need to say more.

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea, thank you for your reply and rating. Much appreciated.Pommer xxx

Bozzz on 23-09-2013
In my dotage.
This is a great and enjoyable nostalgic romp - but we older folk should be careful what we wish for - things tend not to get worse, but to get different - the previous bad bits glossed over, the present bringing uncertainty. Good read, though stretches licence somewhat. Thank you Sir....Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and rating on my little excursion into the past.Thank you for taking the time to read it. Be lucky, Pommer.

Pronto on 25-09-2013
In my dotage.
A good nostalgic piece but I believe we only have 'Now' so, in that respect, these are "the good old days."

Author's Reply:
Yes, you are right, we only have now, but it doesn't hurt to reflect on the past occasionally.No doubt people have always done it, and will continue to do so.Thank you pronto for your comment and rating. Be lucky, Pommer

Hekkus on 25-09-2013
In my dotage.
It made me think: why didn't we appreciate those days at the time?

Author's Reply:

pommer on 25-09-2013
In my dotage.
Thank you Hekkus for reading and commenting.It is much appreciated.You are right, Why didn't we.Perhaps we were to busy planning for a future. Thank you again, Pommer.

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Farewell (posted on: 20-09-13)
A memory of the last time i saw my mother many years ago in East Germany.

Your sweet face was at the window, There were tears in both our eyes, That time we looked at each other, We sensed these, Our last Goodbyes.
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mageorge on 20-09-2013
Farewell
Pommer, "a few words can say so much!" and you have certainly said a lot to me...



Excellent! I don't mind telling you, I have nominated this piece. Remember, "a few words can say so much!"



Best regards,

Mark.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mark for your generous rating, your commendation and your comment.Very much appreciated.
Best regards,
Pommer.

Bozzz on 20-09-2013
Farewell
Pommer, your name says as much to me as much as your poem. The state of my throat on reading the piece tells me it is worthy of a nib....David

Author's Reply:
Thank you Bozzz, for your comment and the generous rating.It is much appreciated.Pommer. Be lucky.

orangedream on 21-09-2013
Farewell
This is so very beautiful. Less is often more, as here.

Tina

Author's Reply:
Thank you ,Tina, for your comment.Much appreciated.Pommer xx


A Day in the Stroke Unit. (posted on: 16-09-13)
I suffered an TIA ( minor stroke) last Monday which necessitated an emergency admission to hospital.Being home once again,and feeling better I thought I would record my experience.My thanks go to everyone who cared for me during my stay. I feel normal, if I ever was normal.

When I woke up from my afternoon nap I didn't feel well at all, I had a blinding pain in my head And I almost had a fall. I tried to tell my wife how I felt, But she couldn't understand, The sounds I heard sounded strange As if from a foreign land. I knew at once that this was wrong The words were not what I wanted to say, After about ten minutes The speech defect went away. I still had this blinding headache Just above my left eye, It really had us worried As it wouldn't go away. We called the emergency service, A Para-medic arrived at once, He looked at me,examined me And called for an ambulance. They took me to the A&E At the hospital in the next town, Where I was examined by a doctor Who looked at me with a frown. He took some blood,checked my BP, And at last he said: "You are indeed a lucky bloke, You just had a minor stroke." I had to be admitted To a ward that deals with strokes And as I soon discovered , I was one of the lucky blokes. This was followed by a restless night, I found it hard to sleep All the time thinking of my wife at home, I felt I wanted to weep. When daylight came I felt better, My headache had almost gone, All my words came out right again And I could stand on my own. Throughout the day i was looked at, By Doctors, Nurses and Therapists, Had numerous tests for this and that, Not a part of me was missed. Then finally in the afternoon They said i was fit to go, I was so glad to be well once more, And glad to say Cheerio. They gave me a letter for my GP To tell him of the occurrence, And the follow-up procedures In order to prevent a recurrence.
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Kipper on 16-09-2013
A Day in the Stroke Unit.
Hi Pommer
Just want to say 'snap' except that it was my wife and not me, two weeks ago. As I read your poem I was mentally applying the ticks. Yes, did that! Yes and that too! And Oh yes I remember that. It was uncanny how you mirrowed our experience.
She's on the mend now and I'm glad to see that you are too.
Best wishes, Michael
PS Wish I'd thought to write a poem about it (:-)

Author's Reply:
Thank you Kipper for your comment.I am sorry to hear about your wife,s TIA.My thoughts are with her, and I hope that she will have a speedy recovery.Wish her all the best from me. I am feeling quite well considering.Have a follow up next Monday.Be lucky Pommer.

Andrea on 16-09-2013
A Day in the Stroke Unit.
It's so fantastic that you can express this in a poem. Another UKA member (barenib) suffered a pretty serious stroke a few months ago (as did my brother) and has chronicled his experiences (thus far) on UKA. I am so glad you are on the mend.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea for your reply.I am sorry to hear about your brother I hope that he is now on his way to a good recovery which may take a long time, and a lot of patience . I have to have a look at barenib.Thank you very much for taking the trouble reading my little effort .Be lucky, Pommer xx

Andrea on 16-09-2013
A Day in the Stroke Unit.
Barenib is here, by the way 🙂 --> barenib

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stormwolf on 17-09-2013
A Day in the Stroke Unit.
Hi Pommer,
How terrifying the experience must have been for you. Not being able to communicate very scary indeed. So glad you are home safe and sound.
The poem expressed everything really well.
Take care

Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison,for your comment on my poem and for your good wishes.Yes, it was terrifying,especially as I didn't know how bad it was initially.In addition all I could think of, how would my wife cope, as I am her carer.However all has worked out well so far touch wood.I have a follow up next Monday.Take care.Pommer xx


Green fields no more. (posted on: 02-09-13)
Thoughts on the targeting of a village by developers.

These pleasant green and fertile lands Are slowly being turned brown, Each village has some development That will turn it into a town. Why do they spoil this pleasant land? Why do they feel the need ? Is it because folks are homeless? Or is it some people's greed? I don't know what possesses them, That they want to spoil village life, Where people know each other, Living peacefully with little strife. It is so pleasant to go for a walk Between hedges of luscious green, Meet other people, stop and talk And admire the wonderful scene. Some of us lived here all their life, Others moved here to enjoy The peacefulness of the country Which others now wish to destroy. I say, don't let them do it, Erect dwellings on a fertile field, One day we may be in need of the land For the food that it will yield. So let us yield food, not houses, Let us enjoy local food, Let us enjoy what was handed to us, A village life that is good.
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Corin on 03-09-2013
Green fields no more.
THere is a village in Northumberland called Ponteland. There is a big campaign going on there all along the road into it from Newcastle. Every house along the way has a sign up, like a for sale sign, saying “Ponteland Residents Oppose Development on Green Belt Land.” These houses were built about 70 years ago, not by developers but by people who bought the land and paid someone to build a new house on it. It is an ugly ribbon development that the Green Belt legislation is designed to prevent. If the land was not Green Belt 70 years ago, it would be if the belt was being redrawn now. The owners of these houses are hardly Ponteland Residents as their houses are about a mile outside the centre of the original village. The houses do not fit in with the architectural style of the original village. Of course what these residents are really opposed to is that building new houses behind their back gardens will obliterate the nice view of Northumberland they have that their houses are denying to travellers along the road into Ponteland! The words ocrisy and hyp come to mind:-)

David THE PEOPLE NEED HOUSES!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment. I entirely agree with you that people need houses, but increasing the size of a village by 40% , ignoring the infrastructure,i.e.suitable roads ,schools, medical facilities etc.,as it is the case here.I agree with you with your comments about Ponteland.Pommer.

Bozzz on 03-09-2013
Green fields no more.
There's many a bungalow that is man's castle, defend to the death his view and oppose what e're is new. You are so right and be it village or suburbia it is a jungle out there. Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment, Barry, Yes, it is a jungle.Our village is likely to be increased by 40%,if planners get their way. Pommer.


My prayer. (posted on: 30-08-13)
Thoughts of appreciation for a long good life.

I wake up in the morning Thanking you Lord above For the restful night you gave me And for your never ending love. You gave me love from the day I was born, Throughout my years at school, You loved me through my teenage years, Even though I was a young fool. You loved me through many years of strife, Through the years of dreadful war, You loved me throughout my imprisonment, And you gave me so much more. I have received your love ,oh Lord All the years of my very long life, I know your love was with me When I found my loving wife. So when I lay down my sleepy head Each night when work is done, I say:"Thank you Lord for another day, And your love for everyone".
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Bozzz on 31-08-2013
My prayer.
If belief in a god can make someone happy, that is good, but if belief in the same god brings incitement to fight and kill .... that is bad. Here is the dilemma - wars are never just but some religious leaders would have us believe they are. We have to be careful what we wish for. The poem reads as sincere....Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Hello Bozzz, I do agree with your comment.However it is not only the religious leaders that tell us wars are just, some politicians also tell us that God is on our side.How can he be on both sides.I remember being told by a mate that his unit had been blessed by the pope during the last war,I heard the same story from a British soldier.I am confused, whose side was God on?Thank you Bozzz for your comment. Much appreciated. Pommer.


John Daniel (posted on: 30-08-13)
A short piece dedicated to the lover of Whisky.

As predicted, Became addicted, Self inflicted, Much afflicted, Never convicted, Now much restricted.
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Bozzz on 30-08-2013
John Daniel
Neat, I presume, neat I say. Well depicted.....Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Tank you Bozzz for your very apt comment.Always neat there is no other way.Thank you also for your generous rating. Be lucky, Pommer.

franciman on 30-08-2013
John Daniel
I really like this - A catechism for the chronic drunk.
I think you could drop 'much' without losing impetus and letting it scan more smoothly?
Great stuff.
Jim

Author's Reply:
Hi franciman,thank you for your comment, advice and generous rating.I take your point about "much".i have to think about that .I wanted to emphasise the severity of the restrictions imposed on the victim. hank you. Be lucky. Pommer.

Weefatfella on 30-08-2013
John Daniel
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Now that I've inspected,
I find pleasure detected,
in what P Has scripted,
I find praise unrestricted.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thank you WFF your comment is much appreciated as usual. Pommer

Ionicus on 31-08-2013
John Daniel
Short measures but high quality. Well written.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Ionicus for your comment and rating. Much appreciated, Pommer.

Pronto on 02-09-2013
John Daniel
Do I detect
A certain respect
For the water of life
That cures all strife?

Great write (in praise?) of my favourite tipple

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto, sorry I have not thanked you before.Must have missed your comment and your generous rating.Be lucky, Pommer.


The corrupt politician. (posted on: 26-08-13)
Just a thought of a paranoid geriatric.

Now here is a little story About a "true blue "Tory Who broke all the rules Thinking people are fools In his quest for riches and glory. One day he was out of luck, All his plans became unstuck, He bragged to the press, Got himself in a mess, In fact he scored a duck. Up to now life had been fine, But now he had to resign From his job in the party, But remained hale and hearty, Promising to tow the line. However it is not only the Tories Who appear to break many rules, Politicians from all other parties Also take voters for fools.
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mageorge on 26-08-2013
The corrupt politician.
Too true! I'm right behind you, pommer!
Regards,
Mark.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and rating.I an glad you agree. Pommer

Weefatfella on 26-08-2013
The corrupt politician.
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Aye it's a fact pommer.
They're aw buggers.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thank you WFF for your comment. I enjoyed the tattoo last night.Pommer.

Romany on 27-08-2013
The corrupt politician.
Well said!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Romany for your comment, Pommer.

stormwolf on 27-08-2013
The corrupt politician.
Hi Pommer
A lovely wee ditty and no mistake. Well written and very true too.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison, for your encouraging comment and generous rating.Was thinking of you and WFF in Edinburgh last night, watching the tattoo on TV. I love your city, ever since I was a PoW at Longniddry.Have visited a few times since,but a bit old to travel now. Be lucky, Pommer xx

Ionicus on 27-08-2013
The corrupt politician.
Got it in one, pommer.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and rating.I am glad you liked the ditty. Pommer.

Pronto on 02-09-2013
The corrupt politician.
Yes the buggers fall but their mates always pick them up. Insurance against the day their turn comes!

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To My Special One. (posted on: 23-08-13)
A memory of 67 years ago.

Oh,what bliss! That very first kiss We exchanged in the dark. I shall never forget, And never regret That first tender kiss... in the park.
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deadpoet on 23-08-2013
To My Special One.
Well done Pommer- How beautiful! Thank you for sharing..dp

Author's Reply:
Thank you DP .Your comment is much appreciated. Be lucky, Pommer.

stormwolf on 23-08-2013
To My Special One.
Hi Pommer
Lovely short poem that is heart warming to read. I think it would read well if you broke up the last line to add emphases...see below

Oh,what bliss!
That very first kiss
We exchanged in the dark.
I shall never forget,
And never regret
That first tender kiss...
in the park.

I have added a couple of bits of punctuation such as the exclamation mark at the end off the first line. They can be tricky to use and are often used incorrectly...but here you are making a real statement! see? that sets the pace for the rest.
The last line broken up again IMHO
makes it have a feeling of reverie....so after the word 'kiss' you have a pause as though lost in thought...then the 3 words are added as though still thinking of the kiss.
Anyway, see what you think.
Small things can make a big difference 😉

Alison x


Author's Reply:
Thank you Alison,
for not only taking the trouble to read my little poem, but also pointing out some improvements. Much appreciated.You are right it makes the last lines more meaningful Pommer xx

ValDohren on 24-08-2013
To My Special One.
Beautiful Pommer, so much said in a few words. If only all relationships could be this way.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, for comments and generous rating. You are right, we are so lucky to have a good relationship.
Pommer.

Weefatfella on 24-08-2013
To My Special One.
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Good God A millions years ago.
In the swing park, Fourteen.
I was terrified I wouldn't be able to breath.
She whispered... with her hot breath in my ear...
" Use your nose."

" I said. " Fur whit?".

Enjoyed this ... well obviously
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thank you WFF I am so glads you enjoyed.Be lucky Pommer

mageorge on 24-08-2013
To My Special One.
This is my sort of stuff, pommer.
Nice one!
Regards,
Mark

Author's Reply:
Thank you mageorge.I am glad you liked it. Pommer

Bozzz on 24-08-2013
To My Special One.
The joy of innocence with the promise of delight. We have all been there - and all want to replicate the first time. Feel it still - thanks for the memory...David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David. I am pleased you liked my little poem,and I am glad it evoked some feeling. Pommer.

Pronto on 25-08-2013
To My Special One.
Oh yeah, This evoked memories of long ago and far away. Well told and so concise too!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto for tour comment and rating.Yes, it does evoke memories. Pommer


Taxation. (posted on: 23-08-13)
just a silly write up. Someone might like it.

Now I am older I find it hard to relax, Whatever I buy I am being charged tax. The bill from the plumber Shows VAT I receive my pension, Tax deducted I see. I paid National Insurance To pay for my health, And for my pension, Which reduced my wealth. I had no car Because of fuel duty, Rode a motorbike instead, It was a real beauty. I used to enjoy a little drink Of Beer or Whisky or Rum, But with duty on alcohol Life has become very glum. Tobacco was another vice Of mine when I was young Gave it up because of duty, But at least it saved my lung. Stamp duty was the next expense Followed by council tax, Added to this came insurance To ensure I could relax. If you want to travel abroad Beware of the airport tax, Whatever you do you have to pay, In short you can never relax. I often wonder, what else will come Apart from bedroom tax? Perhaps one day in the future We'll have to pay tax for sex. I'm sure there are many more forms of tax That have not been listed here, I've had enough,I'm off to the pub To buy a ginger beer.
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ValDohren on 23-08-2013
Taxation.
Know what you mean Pommer, we'll be taxed for breathing soon. Amusing write, enjoyed.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val,for your comment and rating.I am glad you found this amusing. Pommer xx

Mikeverdi on 23-08-2013
Taxation.
I see you're taking Bozz on now Peter! Great little jolly my friend. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mke for your comments. No, I could never take on Bozzz,he is far too good.I am just a humble wordsmith. Be lucky,love to both of you, Pommer.

mageorge on 24-08-2013
Taxation.
I like this. Many people these days are paying tax to have sex...each time they buy a packet of condoms.
Good write.
Regards,
Mark.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment and generous rating.Being and old geezer I forgot all about the tax on condoms.Be lucky, Pommer.

Bozzz on 24-08-2013
Taxation.
Tax on sex? In WW2 people had to be extra careful. The ministers wanted to increase the birthrate in the UK. It is said there was a Government pricker working in each condoms factory. One in every other packet. Tax on foetuses? Keep rhyming Pommer... a good laugh... David.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Bozzz.I appreciate your comments and generous rating.When I was a PoW.some of my mates worked in a rubber factory, There must have been at least one who was a "pricker",or a prick to do such a nasty thing.No wonder there was such an increase in unwanted births in the local community.Ha,Ha.Once again, thank you.Have a good Bank Holiday. Pommer.


Pride before the Fall. (posted on: 29-07-13)
I should have known better,but I have always been able to do most things in life.I thought that there was nothing to it to climb a ladder and do the job I had in mind.It never entered my mind that at 87 I was not as nimble as I always had been.Here is the result.I was lucky.

When I got up this morning On a lovely sunny day, I didn't have any warning Of what was coming my way. It was just the sort of day That made one feel like work, Nothing would get in my way That made me want to shirk. The window frames needed painting, But I wasn't in a rush, First they had to be washed down Before I could use a brush. There I was, standing on my ladder, A damp cloth in my hand, But before I could make a start On the concrete path I did land. I fell from the top of the ladder, Hitting the back of my head, Unable to get up for a moment, My legs felt like lumps of lead. My head was very painful, My balance i could not keep, I felt a cut on the back of my head Once I managed to stand on my feet. I was grateful to my neighbour, Who took me to A&E, By now I was feeling quite dizzy, A doctor I needed to see. He examined me very thoroughly, And after a short discussion He told me that because of the fall I had sustained a concussion. I would have to take it easy For the next day or two, My head continued to be painful, There was nothing I could do. However, I learned a lesson, That at my age I was a fool, I shouldn't really climb ladders, I should use a long handled tool. I'm glad to say i feel better, Having survived a nasty fall, I also survived "her indoors" tongue That was the best of all. Pommer, 20th of July 2013.
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Andrea on 29-07-2013
Pride before the Fall.
Crikey, Pommer, you WERE lucky!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea, Yes I was lucky,but I am not out of the woods yet.Pommer.

Weefatfella on 29-07-2013
Pride before the Fall.
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Aye age disnae come itsell.
It always brings a friend.
Careful Auld yin that's whit grandkids are for.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and for reading my little effort. They say old age is not nice, but I say its better then to die young.Recovering from my fall, but not quite back to normal yet.Be lucky, Pommer.

ValDohren on 31-07-2013
Pride before the Fall.
Very good Pommer. So glad you survived the fall, otherwise we would have been deprived of your entertaining verse.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, for your comment.I am feeling better,and hope to be in full swing again soon.They say don't walk under ladders, but that is less painful then falling of one.Ha,Ha. Love Pommer.


Cuckolded (posted on: 19-07-13)
I was encourages by Andrea's comment on my last limerick to try my hand at Droubbles.Here is my first feeble attempt.What do you think?

It was the talk of the village, A village that was small, Everyone knew everyone else And each other's past could recall. They say Mrs.Clegg had a lodger Always full of life, When her husband went to the pub The lodger shagged his wife. Working in the fields Everyone made a comment About the sexlife of Fred the lodger, Who never paid any rent. In the evenings after tea Cleggy would dress for the pub Saying:"Fred ,are you coming?" "I'll come later,let me digest my grub." Off went Cleggy to the pub, While Mrs.Clegg said:"Fred, The old man has gone out Come upstairs for a romp on the bed". They went for a" rumpy- pumpy", When they heard the door Which really made them jumpy, It had never happened before. Cleggy shouted up the stairs "Come down, wherever you are, I had a bloody puncture, Didn't get very far". "Oh dear," said Nellie Clegg, " We were busy up here. Freddie helped me to move the bed, It,s too heavy for you Dear". "Thank God",said Cleggy, "You are good for us , we are glad Because you are just like a son, A son we never had". (Little did he know)
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Andrea on 19-07-2013
Cuckolded
Hahaha - harder than it sounds, eh? But you might win the prize with this!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and your generous rating.I enjoyed writing this.Might try another one in the near future.Pommer.Be lucky.

chant_z on 19-07-2013
Cuckolded
Hmm. I thought things like this were prohibited in Britain ;). Very nice piece and an enjoyable read to me. Thank you!

Author's Reply:
Hi chant-z,Thank you for your encouraging comment.I have not heard of any prohibition.Be lucky, Pommer.

Gee on 20-07-2013
Cuckolded
Ah, it looks as if Andrea has a worthy challenger.
Very nicely done indeed. I look forward to reading more of these.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gee,thank you for your most encouraging comment, as for being a challenger for Andrea, I doubt that,
However it is a complimentary thought.We'll see.Be lucky, Pommer.

Bozzz on 20-07-2013
Cuckolded
Hi Pommer. Good story - succinctly told - though the format does not fit with the conventional "limerick" format which has line beats of 3,3,2,2,3.. To improve this as it is, personally I would try to make the beats in each line work in a more regular pattern. Just an opinion...Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Hi Bozzz,thank you for your comment and observations.I think I misled you by the introduction of my work.I was referring to a comment from Andrea on a previous limerick.Cuckolded is not a limerick, but falls into the category of Droubbles.I do agree with your beat format of course.Just a clarification. Pommer.

ValDohren on 20-07-2013
Cuckolded
A good laugh Pommer - didn't count the words, presume there are 200.
Great story.
Val

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Pronto on 21-07-2013
Cuckolded
I enjoyed this naughty tale of bed and ale. I agree with Bozzz though I found it a bit difficult to read.

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto,I am glad you enjoyed the tale of bed and booze.However as I pointed out to Bozzz this is not a Limerick, but a "Droubble" all two hundred words of it. I hope that explains it.Thank you for your comments, Be lucky, Pommer.


a limerick. (posted on: 15-07-13)
I read in yesterday's paper that a chicken farmer was fined 115-00 under the noise abatement act,following a complaint from nearby residents,about his crowing cockerel.I was prompted to pen the following.

An Essex farmer named Block Was summoned to Chelmsford dock, He was fined some money, Which he thought was not funny, All because of his crowing cock.
Archived comments for a limerick.
karen123 on 15-07-2013
a limerick.
Surely people living near a farm have got to realise there will be farm noises! I live near a hospital - I don't complain about all the ambulances that go by - sirons blaring.
Anyway - not sure if you agree with the complainers? Or shoudl the cock be allowed to crow as nature intended?

Author's Reply:
thank you for your comment Karen, No I do not agree with the complainers, I am absolutely appalled by the case even having been brought to court.A crowing cock is all part of our country scene.I hear one every day and love it.After all, it is natural. Pommer

Pronto on 15-07-2013
a limerick.
Sometimes I hear a chorus of cuckoos singing! Good on you for putting a humorous slant on this thing or we'd all die screaming!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pronto for your comment.I felt sorry for the poor farmer.Wish I could hear a cuckoo sometime.Be lucky, pommer.

Andrea on 15-07-2013
a limerick.
Ooooh, how rude!

*titters*

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and generous rating.I was appalled the case even went to court.Be lucky, Pommer.


The Red Rose. (posted on: 28-06-13)
I remembered a day of long ago when we had not been married very long,and we were expecting our daughter We were reminded of this day today when I picked the first rose in our garden to give my wife.

I picked a dark red rose one day Many years ago, I gave it to my wife to say: "Darling ,I love you so". She kissed me and she thanked me, For this wonderful token of love, I remember the way she looked at me, And I thanked the Lord above. Since that day many years have passed, I pick a rose now and then, I give it to her, so that both of us Remember the day while we can. Six decades have passed since that day Our love is still as strong as then, When I gave her a rose to declare my love , And I shall pick roses while I can. Pommer, 25-06-2013.
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ValDohren on 28-06-2013
The Red Rose.
Beautiful Pommer, and yes, do keep picking those roses for your wife, I'm sure she deserves them.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you ,Val,for your comment and rating.Yes, I shall try to pick those roses. picked on this morning.Once more, thank you. be lucky, Pommer

Mikeverdi on 28-06-2013
The Red Rose.
Beautiful words for a lovely couple, happy days Peter. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike,your comments are always appreciated.How s webber? best wishe to yo both,Pommer ( peter)

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
The Red Rose.
beautiful and touching...

Author's Reply:
Thank you so very much for your comment and generous rating, Be lucky, Pommer.


Horseshoe Blues. (posted on: 21-06-13)
I composed this short piece when I learnt of the addition of horse meat to some processed foods.

When I was having chemo everything I ate Tasted just like metal,oh, how I did hate That awful nasty taste, Lots of my food went to waste. At last I have discovered Why everything tasted like that, It must have been the horse's meat, I'm sure that's what I had. Whoever slaughtered the poor thing Forgot to pull off its shoes, That's why my food tasted like metal, So I composed the"Horseshoe Blues". Pommer, 16th of June 2013.
Archived comments for Horseshoe Blues.
e-griff on 21-06-2013
Horseshoe Blues.
Hah hah! Good stuff.

As one who takes a drug which has the partially the same effect as you describe, I have every sympathy. I can taste oysters but not crab, I can taste pork but not white fish. I can taste chicken legs, but not breast (cardboard).

Oh, and I do like horsemeat. 🙂

best, John G

Author's Reply:
Hi Griff,
Thank you so much for your comment I am sorry that you have the same problem I had when having chemotherapy.I had some good news however, It appears that I am clear after five years of hopes and worries.It is a wonderful feeling.Once again,thank you, and i hope you will e able to stop the drug that robs you of your taste for various foods. I could now eat a horse as they say. Be lucky, Kind regards Pommer.

Andrea on 21-06-2013
Horseshoe Blues.
Hahaha, lovely. I had chemo - I know what you mean. And I, too am partial to a bit of equine flesh 🙂

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea,
Thank you for your kind comment and your generous rating.I hope that you do not require any further chemo in the future.
I had some good news informing me that I am clear of my Lymphoma. You can imagine my joy after five years of worries and hopes.Once more many thanks, Stay well and be lucky, Pommer.

Andrea on 21-06-2013
Horseshoe Blues.
Oh, great news, Pommer - congrats!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Andrea. Be lucky, Pommer.

ValDohren on 21-06-2013
Horseshoe Blues.
Good one Pommer, and just great that you are now clear and well.
Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much for your comment.and your feelings about my good news. Thank you Val. Be lucky, Pommer.


Jan. (posted on: 14-06-13)
Jan was a patient in a long-stay ward of a Psychiatric Hospital.I met him during my early training in Psychiatry.There were many like him.

At mealtimes in the dining room He always sat at the same table. His mien seemed to be full of gloom Until he talked to Mabel. His name was Jan, he came from the East, Just another victim of war, Where in the East I asked him once, He didn't remember anymore. He was one of many Who never returned home, After his discharge from the forces He was homeless and left to roam. One day he was apprehended, As his behaviour was odd, They sent him to a Psychiatrist, Who sectioned him "Poor Sod". He finished up in a long-stay ward, Completely institutionalised, That he was a very sick man, He never realised. Here he sat now every day , Talking to Mabel his friend, Who he said was in the picture He was holding in his hand. I asked him to show me this picture It depicted an island in a lake, And a hut in the middle of the island, But no Mabel, was she a fake? I said to him:"Jan, where is Mabel? I cannot see her my friend", He smiled at me ,and replied: "Behind the hut at the other end." Was it a hallucination, Or just a wishful dream Of the girl he left behind? But it seemed to calm his mind. Pommer. 11-06-2013.
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Mikeverdi on 14-06-2013
Jan.
A sad but enthralling write Peter, I liked it a lot. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi, Mike, thank you very much for your comment and your rating.I am glad you liked the poem. Best wishes, Pommer.Be lucky.

Lardypie on 14-06-2013
Jan.
Wonderful. Was Jan Polish? Many Poles got 'dumped' after the war.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.Yes, Jan was Polish,but somehow could not remember where from.A very sad story, like many others that where the innocent victims of man's wars.Thank you once again also for your rating, Pommer.

deadpoet on 14-06-2013
Jan.
You meet all sorts of people from all walks of life in a psychiatric ward- not one story sadder than the other. This poem is a good account of one of many cases.

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Dear John, A Christmas Tale. (posted on: 10-05-13)
I received a letter of this nature whilst a Prisoner of War.it was Christmas 1946.It prompted me to compose these few words.

One Christmas he received her letter, She simply wrote "Dear John, I wish you a Festive Season, It is two years since you have gone. I don't know when you will come back, Or if I shall see you again, We had some good times in the past , In the past they shall remain. I cannot wait any longer I met another guy, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Good Bye". He read her words over and over, Tears standing in his eyes, He had loved her all this time, Now there were just Good Byes. Another part of life was over, It would never , never return, He read each of her letters, Before in the stove they would burn. In the long run it turned out well, For John had a change of life. When he was released from the Prison Camp He met his most wonderful wife.
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ValDohren on 10-05-2013
Dear John, A Christmas Tale.
Ahh how sad, but with a happy ending I am pleased to read. I am sure there must have been many such letters sent and received - unacceptable IMHO, when men were out there fighting for their country. Well penned Pommer, very poignant.

Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Val for the comment.It was a stressful time,But all went well in the end.Thank you also for the rating. Be lucky, Pommer.

Bozzz on 11-05-2013
Dear John, A Christmas Tale.
War is like the drugs we are prescribed - there are many known side effects. This one well described. Good work....Bozzz

Author's Reply:
many thanks for your comment,Yes the side effects of war can be quite dramatic.Have a nice weekend, Pommer

Weefatfella on 11-06-2013
Dear John, A Christmas Tale.
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Aye, I'm just a wee bare ersed bairn.
I wasn't even a twinkle then.
But I think you got the better deal.
Well written and well won.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hi, sorry for the delay in replying to your comment,which is much appreciated.Had a bit of a hectic time lately.Computer up the chute, etc. But i also had some good news.It appears that I am free of my cancer after five years of fear and hope.hope to be more active on the site soon. Once more thank you Paul. Pommer.


Adam and Eve. (posted on: 03-05-13)
This is a short poem about the garden of Eden.I was prompted to write this after reading an article by an expecting mother, who wrote about all the various clubs and devices for expecting mothers during their period of expectancy.How different for our forebears.

What happened in the days of old, At the beginning of mankind? If we could go back I wonder If Paradise we would find? Now at first there were Adam and Eve we are told All alone in that wonderful place, They never wanted for anything Enjoying life by God's Grace. But then one day Eve encountered Satan, in the form of a slithering snake, Saying:"Give Adam a bite of your apple, Change your life for goodness sake". She did, and God was angry, He told them to leave this place, "After listening to Satan You have become a disgrace". Now they no longer lived in the garden Life was no longer the same, Eve started washing their fig-leaves, While Adam hunted for game. Then one day Eve said to Adam: "Something is wrong with me My belly is getting bigger, And I constantly need to pee. I also feel something moving I wonder what it could be, I'm quite sure there is something Living inside of me". Now remember there were no Doctors, No Midwives,No NHS, Just Adam and Eve,all by themselves Adam said to himself:"What a mess". As time went on , the day arrived, When the truth to them was revealed, They both were very surprised to see What so far had been concealed. They discovered a tiny human Adam saw the cord That connected Eve to the baby, He bit through it without a word. This is the story of Adam And of Eve giving birth to new life In the presence of her husband, Mankind's first male Midwife.
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Bozzz on 04-05-2013
Adam and Eve.
Hi Pommer, this is good fun. But if you want to write rhyming poetry, most will say it is best to make at least the rhyming couplet lines have the same number of beats. Makes the poem flow better....

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your helpful comment.I shall remember that when I compose my next poem. Be lucky,Pommer.


My Star. (posted on: 03-05-13)
I composed this poem For my wife on a special day.

The Lord created heaven and earth, He created the deep blue sea, He filled the sky with the sun and the moon And a wonderful galaxy. But when he scattered the millions of stars Some of them came down to land. When in my teens I found one or two With whom I would hold hand. I kept looking to see if I could find The one that would be for me The one with whom I could share my life , Who would be my destiny. I travelled a long way to find my star Until the day that I found You , my Darling, the Lord's brightest star He had lost ,and I have found.
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ValDohren on 03-05-2013
My Star.
Sweet, sweet, sweet Pommer - lovely poem.

Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, your comments are always much appreciated.Be lucky, Pommer

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
My Star.
sencerely and sweet... I think every woman dreams to hear so sweet words)

Author's Reply:
Thank you Darya8,I really appreciate your comment and your rating.Best wishes Pommer.


Man's life on earth (posted on: 29-04-13)
A thought about the purpose of life.

It is said that three score years and ten Is the time of man's life on earth, But some of us live longer, And to give those years some worth We should always pass on to others The things that we have learned, So that there will be some purpose For the extra years we have earned. We need to help our offsprings, Our neighbours and our friends, So when the time comes for us to go We can say: Life never ends That this is only the beginning. For the things we have passed on Will always grow and thrive, So they will have been worth something, Those extra years of life.
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ValDohren on 30-04-2013
Mans life on earth
Wisdom comes with age, and this is something the elderly can pass on to the young (if only the young would listen). Good write Pommer.

Val

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment Val,you are so right,if only the young would listen.But did we?

Andrea on 30-04-2013
Mans life on earth
Couldn't agree more, Pommer. Sadly, as Val says, they hardly ever listen. C'est la vie, I suppose. Enjoyed your pome.

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea, Thank you so much for your comment and your generous rating.I am glad you enjoyed the poem.You are right, that's life.

Nomenklatura on 01-05-2013
Mans life on earth
Ah yes, but I remember I wouldn't listen either: I made my own mistakes too, that's why we're all experienced. Good poem.

Regards

Ewan
PS is offspring a countable noun?

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.Yes, as far as I know offspring is a countable noun.I I am wrong put it down to poetic license.be lucky,


Memories of West Cornwall (posted on: 26-04-13)
I wrote this short poem some time ago when remembering my happy years in Cornwall.

Have you ever been to West Cornwall On a stormy winter's day? Have you ever walked on the beach at Hayle Withe the gusty wind in your hair? I have many years ago, I was there. Have you ever been to St.Ives' bay On an early morning in spring That was quite unlike any other day, Watching Terns and Gulls on the wing? Did you see some early Daffodils, And were there Dolphins there? I saw it all many years ago, I was there. Have you ever seen the rugged cliffs On a lovely summer's day? And the sunshine bathing the bay? Have you ever seen Godrevy Standing proudly in the sea? I've seen it all many years ago, It's a wonderful place to be.
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Savvi on 26-04-2013
Memories of West Cornwall
I have been to them all and will be again very soon, brought back many happy memories and you have some great images thanks S

Author's Reply:
Hi, Savvi,
Thank you for your comment.Yes, Cornwall is beautiful.I hope you will enjoy you forthcoming visit to Cornwall.
If you should get to Godrevy lighthouse, Think about me having stood there hundreds of times with all members of our family,never getting tire of the view.The first time I took one of my granddaughters there, she was about five at the time she said:"Granddad,isn't it beautiful.I can't find the words to describe it.". Be lucky,
Pommer.

Mikeverdi on 28-04-2013
Memories of West Cornwall
I first went to St Ives in 1960 as a beatnik, we lived in shelters and busked for money to buy food and cider. I have been back every year since. These days we stay in the Sloop; in the 60\'s they would\'t serve us. Cornwall is my favourite place in England. Thanks for the memories Peter. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike for your comment.Yes, St.Ives is a wonderful place.Never could get enough of it. Our daughter lived at Redruth.In the 60s her and her partner led a similar lifestyle to yours.However she eventually had a part-time barmaid's job at the Sloop.What a small world.I am glad you appreciated the memories.Be lucky, Pommer aka Peter.

Bozzz on 28-04-2013
Memories of West Cornwall
Our old haunt was Crantock Bay - surfing all day, watching the smugglers at night. Crisp lines and imagery. Good pictures....well done...Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Hi Bozzz,Thank you for your much appreciated comment.Yes, oh, to be young again,and to enjoy the wonderful bay of St.Ives.We could never get enough of it. Be lucky, Pommer.

Hekkus on 28-04-2013
Memories of West Cornwall
The tourist board should use this poem!
I lived in Devon for 10 years so I can relate to this. Good work, nice repetition of last lines. Evocative without being corny.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Hekkus, for your comments.I am living in Devon now, But We had 12 happy years in Cornwall, which I can never forget.By the way, you commented twice. I shall not reply to your second comment, which is a repeat of the first one.Thank you, be lucky, Pommer.

Hekkus on 28-04-2013
Memories of West Cornwall
The tourist board should use this poem!
I lived in Devon for 10 years so I can relate to this. Good work, nice repetition of last lines. Evocative without being corny.

Author's Reply:
Hi,Hekkus, sorry for the delay. Had a hectic time lately.Was un able to come on line, Trouble with my line. BT have finally fixed it.Thank you for your encouraging comments which are much appreciated.Be lucky, Pommer.


Young Love. (posted on: 01-04-13)
This is the story of many years ago.It was the very first time that I thought I was in love.It will always be in my memory.I am sure others have similar stories to tell, But I wanted to share this.The stream referred to is theRiver Oder, between Poland and Germany.

The fog was settling that night, I was walking like in a dream, The narrow streets and lanes Led me to the old familiar stream. The gaslights lighting up the scene Shed circles of golden light, It was one of those peaceful places To be that very night. I was on my way to meet you, My very first real date, I knew I was much too early But better early then late. We met a couple of days before, Two youngsters still at school, But we thought we were in love, I know I was a fool. We met up at the bulwark By the side of the old stream, We seemed to walk miles that foggy night, Holding hands ,T'was love's young dream. We heard the foghorns of the ships That into the harbour came, It was a night to remember Life would never be the same. At least that was what we thought My lovely young lady and I , When we parted that evening We felt like wanting to cry, We gave each other a little hug When we said good night at her door, I also stole a little kiss, I had never done that before. When I went on my way I didn't walk I floated on a cloud, I thought of the lovely night we had, And kept on singing aloud. I am a lucky fellow And I am so in love Many thanks to you, whosoever you are Somewhere up above. After that we met a few more times, But it was not like the first blissful night, The romantic scene of that dark foggy day Was forgotten when we had a fight. She met other boys, I met other girls, We both went our own way, But the memory of that date in the fog Will never go away. I never knew what happened to her, Does she remember that night Now more then seven decades ago, When we were young and bright? Has she found real love like I ? I hope that for her all went well, And that she has had a happy life, Who knows?one can never tell.
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Bozzz on 01-04-2013
Young Love.
A pleasant story well told and yet for me somehow the mixture of rhyming and prose lines is unsettling and seems to bias me more to reading it as pure prose. Personally I would have rather seen it presented thus - but we are all different...Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Thank you Bozzz for your helpful comment on my poem.I take your point regarding the mixture of rhyming and prose,but I wrote this as it came into my mind,form the heart. I really appreciate the comment which I can bear in mind for any further work.Thank you, Pommer.

Weefatfella on 01-04-2013
Young Love.
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Loved it, a good piece of honesty.
I had a childhood sweetheart.
I know what she does now,she's a famous singer.
I really enjoyed the fourth stanza, this in my opinion is the honesty.
Thank you for sharing this part of your life if it is true. Weefatfella.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgU6JEP8tA4&feature=share&list=PL1FF7C21CBF26B20D

Author's Reply:
Hi,Thank you for your comment on my poem.Yes it is true,the only thing I omitted in the poem is the fact that I discovered some time after splitting up that the young girl was a distant cousin of mine.I do appreciate your comment.Thank you, Pommer

ValDohren on 02-04-2013
Young Love.
Romantic young love - we've all been there. Written from the heart, which is the best kind of poetry IMHO.

Val

Author's Reply:
Hi Val,
thank you so much for your comment.I am glad you enjoyed my little effort.Thank you, Pommerxx.

Savvi on 02-04-2013
Young Love.
From the heart always carries something extra as does this you tell the story really well. I enjoyed the rhymes and it has a good flow that could be great with a small tweak of the meter. But enjoyed as is.

Author's Reply:
Hi Savvi,
Thank you very much for your comment.I always appreciate constructive advice, and I always try to follow it.I am glad you enjoyed the poem. Pommer.

orangedream on 05-04-2013
Young Love.
I very much enjoyed your poem, pommer; as has been said, one straight from the heart, which are always the best;-)

Tina

Author's Reply:
Thank you Tina, your comment is much appreciated.Yes, I try to write all my poems from the heart. Best wishes, Pommer.


A Poet's Thoughts (posted on: 29-03-13)
This poem came to me one day when I was reflecting on my often misspent past.I felt that i wntaed to share my thoughts with other like minded people.

My Mother used to sing a lot, My Father used to rhyme, I used to listen to them both How I loved that time. Though I was only a little boy Who was not yet at school, I found my love for poetry, Some friends thought me a fool. It wasn't long I started to sing The songs my Mother taught me, I also recited some of the rhymes I learned on my Father's knee. As soon as I had started school, Had learned to read and write I started composing little rhymes About pets that scratch and bite. I also wrote rhymes of nature, Of the river that flowed through the city, About neighbours and teachers and all sort of folk, Some serious some very witty. I wrote of poliicemen walking their beat And of their serious expression Their general mien and attitude , And sometimes of their aggression. Many more things did I write of, Some better and some much worse All of this was the basis Of my ability to write thoughts down to verse. As time passed by I got better, Read all our great poets a lot, Thought about what they had written, Discovered many a plot. I wonder what happened to all those verses That I wrote many years ago, Were they discovered in my long lost home, Or lost in the war long ago? Things have changed a lot since then, I no longer live in the place of my birth, World events changed all that for me But it could have been far worse. I used to write verse in my mother-tongue, But I hardly ever do as you see, Another language is now my tool To express thoughts in poetry. Sometimes I feel my I am writing in vain, But I feel I must not despair For my parents would always want me to write , Of that I am aware. So here I am ,with a different voice In a language I had to learn A fact in which I had no choice, It was a dramatic turn. So fellow rhymsters,have patience with me When sometimes I make a mistake, It isn't always easy, I'm still learning for goodness sake.
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A dream. (posted on: 25-03-13)
I composed this poem ,thinking about my old home of many years ago.However long one is away from one's place of birth, it will always recur in one's thoughts and dreams.

I dreamt of the dark blue sea last night, The dark blue sea and the snow-white sand When I looked around I knew at once I was at home in Pommernland. I saw tall pine trees,and steep sand dunes I heard familiar sounds Of gentle breezes and lapping waves, And peace was all around. But where were all the people That once used to live here? Where had they gone,what made them leave This land we loved so dear? Then all at once I saw it A seagull ,and I heard its scream I woke up next to my loving wife, It had been just a dream.
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japanesewind on 26-03-2013
A dream.
hiya pommer, some thoughts from a reader.

Line 1.... I like the modifiers "dark blue." Some readers would just want the word "sea" with no modifiers but I think they work here.

The words "last night" are superfluous.

Line 2.... the repeat of "dark blue sea" is superfluous.
the modifier "snow" is not needed and has the effect of overdoing the description.

Line 4.... The word "at" should probably be "back" as it fits better for the past tense and reinforces the leaving out of
"last night" in line one.

The rhyming could do with more subtlety maybe?

Second verse.

Line 1.... There should be a space between the comma and the word "and".
The modifier "Tall" is not needed and restricts the flow of the poem.
The words "and steep" could also go with no loss to the poem and to also help the flow.

With a comma after "dunes" you could cut the word "I"
which starts the next line, this also helps the flow of the poem.

Verse 3....Line 3....again the spacing after the comma.

Verse 4....

The modifier "loving" is not needed. why would you want to give the reader that description of your wife at that point in the poem?.

Line 4....You tell the reader in line 1 first verse that you are "dreaming" so to tell the reader again is overkill.

The use of "scream" in line 2 comes across as wrong, especially when it was obviously used just so you could force the rhyme with "dream"

All my thoughts are about the poem and I hope they gave you some "food for thought" on how a reader may view it.

with respect...David.


Author's Reply:
Hi David,Thank you very much for your useful comments.I take your point on most of them,there are however one or two I am not in complete agreement with.I have revised my After re-reading it again, and I have made some alterations which I think might well be more readable to the viewer.Thank you once again.I shall post the edited version shortly.Pommer.

stormwolf on 26-03-2013
A dream.
wow David gives great crit...*thumbs up*
I feel inadequate in comparison. What I felt was that the rhythm needs to be worked on to make it read better. I really enjoyed the feeling in the poem and want to encourage you as you have captured the feeling so well.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison,Thank you very much for your comment.I have replied to David's useful comments, and I have edited my poem with his and your suggestions in mind.I shall post the new version shortly.I think my second version may read better without losing its feeling.Long time since I have been to Edinburgh.Used to be a POW at Camp 16 at Longniddry. Once more thank you, have a lovely Easter, Pommer x

Kat on 27-03-2013
A dream.
I think it's excellent that people take the time here to point things out that can help improve work, and they only do that (I think) when it's worthy of the effort, as this is.

Loved the sentiment in your poem and the dream-like state it induced. I look forward to seeing your edited version.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat,
many thanks for your comment.I have now posted a revised version,with an altered title.I hope you will like what you read.Let me know please. Have a lovely Easter, Pommer xx


I Love you. (posted on: 22-03-13)
This is a little experiment to see if I could compose a poem of some international expression of one's love for another.A bit of fun for my own pleasure.

He told her that he loved her By saying:"I love you Jane" , Antonio says:" te amo" To Dolores in Spain. "Je t'aime" says Pierre the Frenchman To his darling Veronique. "S'agapau" says Nikos To his darling wife in Greek. "Ich liebe Dich " says Dieter To his Fraeulein in Germany . Paddy says:"taim I'ngra Leat" Across the Irish sea. In Cantonese they say: "Ngo oly a", While they say:"Ek he jou lief" Down in South Africa Italians say:"Ti amo" Just like Latin speakers do, And Dutchmen simply say: "Ik hou van jou". So each language has its own little words To express their feelings of love, They are the most wonderful words to be said With blessings from above.
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Savvi on 22-03-2013
I Love you.
I believe your experiment was a success nice piece, nice idea. S

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.It is much appreciated.Happy Easter.Pommer.

Bozzz on 23-03-2013
I Love you.
I enjoyed reading this clever piece - but Pommer, the final stanza is just too camp to sit below the rest. Better left out in my humble opinion ...Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for your useful comment.Yes, I think you are right,Reading the poem again,I too think the last stanza could well be left out.Thank you, Happy Easter, Pommer.

Ionicus on 23-03-2013
I Love you.
A clever composition but I agree that the concluding lines are a bit limp.

Author's Reply:
Thank you, I am revising the last stanza.I must agree with you having read the poem again.Pommer.


Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis. (posted on: 22-03-13)
I wrote this poem for a University publication in reply to a poem produced the previous year, praising Mars the God of War,and warfare in general.

That you are the War God ,how can I forget? Oh,yes, you made certain that I would regret All the hardship and pain I inflicted All the victims your orders convicted, No more time for them in dimly lit bars, Only time to curse you: Mars. You once showed me your drum and I thumped it. You once taught me to blow your trumpet, You once taught me to maim and to kill, Even though it was not my will, No time had I for dimly lit bars, Only time to curse you: Mars. I was neither a wimp, nor was I a Quaker, Just an ill used ignorant widow maker, Even so I was only a boy My task gave me no joy , Too young was I for dimly lit bars But old enough to serve and curse you:Mars. All this was a long time ago. How long? I no longer know, But for years trying to forget, And for years living with regret I have lived in dimly lit bars, Cursing you always: Mars
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cooky on 22-03-2013
Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis.
I like this particularly the third stanza

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much for your comment.It is much appreciated Pommer..

Andrea on 22-03-2013
Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis.
Good one pommer - and welcome to UKA!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment to my poem,and for the welcome.Both are much appreciated. Happy Easter, Pommer

Rupe on 22-03-2013
Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis.
The last two lines are particularly memorable. The rest isn't half bad either.

Rupe

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem.Much appreciated.Pommer.

CVaughan on 23-03-2013
Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis.
Liked the theme and the execution Pommer. Down with Mars I say too. How was the opposite argument made? Tough call I'd say. Frank

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment.As I wrote the poem in 1998 I cannot really remember how the opposite argument went.
,But I think it was written in praise of Mars,and about bravery and heroism.Having experienced warfare I could not go along with that.In my opinion war is always evil.Once more, thank you .Have a nice Easter.

Ionicus on 23-03-2013
Reply to Mars ormale dictum militis.
Good poem, pommer. Welcome to the site.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for welcoming me on the site,and for your encouraging comments.Have a lovely Easter Pommer.,


Spring (posted on: 15-03-13)


Dark winter evenings have gone, Spring is here at last The cold and frosty winter's nights Are once again in the past. Fields and hedges are green once again, Spring flowers are in full bloom, Masses of snowdrops and daffodils Brighten up many a living room. March winds are blowing Blowing grey clouds away The warmth of the sun gets stronger From now on every day. When I got up this morning I watched the rise of the sun, I said to myself:"How wonderful That winter at last has gone.
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Kat on 17-03-2013
Spring
You've expressed how many of us feel, I'm sure. Enjoyed the read.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Kat.Your comment is much appreciated.We had a lovely sunny day today.Managed to get some gardening done at last.Pommer xx

Weefatfella on 18-03-2013
Spring
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Aye, maybe in Devon, but here in Edinburgh it's snowing heavily.
I enjoyed your piece and like yourself I'm suffering a wee bit from S.A.D.
The Daffs are trying and the Snawdraps are out, as you so eloquently have said it wont be long now. Thank you for sharing.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hi,Weefatfella,I thought I had already replied.My omission.Thank you for your comment on my poem.I am sorry about your suffering.It will soon be Spring now, if we survive the present onslaught of stormy weather.By the way, Edinburgh is my favourite city.I was a prisoner of war in Camp 16, at Longniddry, which is not very far from the city.I have also spent many a holiday up therewith my family.My wife always tells me that had I not been born a German I would have been a Scot.I am also an admirer of Burns.Once more thank you, Happy Easter, Pommer.


To my Darling (posted on: 11-03-13)
A poem written for my wife

The roaring sound of the deep blue sea to me is like a symphony that goes on throughout eternity and sings of my love for thee. The roaring sound of the autumn wind is the greatest orchestration it stirs the thoughts within my mind and fires the imagination. I imagine being by the sea with the autumn wind in my hair, I imagine you to be with me and love being everywhere.
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Fox-Cragg on 11-03-2013
To my Darling
Great read, and warm sentiment. Welcome to UKA.

Author's Reply:
My apologies for not having replied to your comment.I thought i had done so.Thank you very much.and also for your welcome. I do appreciate all comments. Hope you will have a Happy Easter. Pommer.

Mikeverdi on 11-03-2013
To my Darling
Lovely sentiment and a great read. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, Thank you for your comment.I thought I had replied,My apologies.All comments are always much appreciated.Happy Easter. Pommer.

Andrea on 11-03-2013
To my Darling
Nice début and welcome to UKA, pommer!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your comment and for welcoming me to the site. I thought I had already replied, but evidently not.I am just beginning to find my way round the site.Anyway,many thanks and a very Happy Easter. Pommer.