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A different world
a different time
open the curtains and see
another time
courtesy of the silver screen
which opens on
this long forgotten scene

There at the beach people
swimming playing
the year is 1900
the era victorian
see the costumes
and the ladies
smiling and shy

Capturing the social
cultural and political
seasons of that time
fairgrounds full of people
on the swings
and roller coasters
little railways too

Leisure seaside riding
the tramcar's, people
walking laughing
riding paddle steamers
bathing huts on wheels
and donkey rides
don't miss one

Leaving victorian times
enter the Edwardian era
marked by summers so hot
cricket, see father batting
wife and children look on
garden parties and swariays
where dresses displayed

It was a fun and laughter era
leisure took its fullness there
lots of receptions, balls, and races
top hat and tails
long dress for ladies
stylish hats on parade there
ascot was on

Boating and boaters
flyers and floaters
blazer jackets flannels too
see the regatta
the boat teams rowing
down on the river
where couples found love

So were the fun times
people were having
but storm clouds gathered
the first war was near
end of an era as men
were conscripted
and madness came

Though when it all ended
they started once more
hunting and riding
while cricket was played again
royal ascot fashions arriving
who would have thought
a war had been won

Pre war was in action
punch and judy
beaches full of women and men
sand and bathers
piers and concert parties
Edwardian times
were living again

Then in London 1924
british empire exhibition on show
too long to talk about this
but massive it seemed to be
wild west shows
and everything goes
in the fun filled city

So in closing on that era
what a time it was
people so happy
and life so changed
looking back is lovely
when seeing those days
far gone in misty ways.

There was a woman
who saw that camera
focusing on here 1924
she looked with shyness
she looked with wonder
head bowed and face half hid
her smile alone on view
1924 woman who were you?

There are boxes on shelves,
they litter my mind.
I sift through them sometimes,
too see what I find.

Hurts, disappointments,
friends and lost loves.
A girl I can't remember,
rises over lifes shoves.

A mother, a wife,
she's a lover, a friend.
Broken and battered,
fighting so life won't end.

I rattle my boxes,
see what will fall out.
Spent dreams and desires,
landing all about.

I look on in wonder,
at all of my past.
Tangled around me,
I touch broken parts.

But then I look deeper,
a smile warms my heart.
I find laughter and love,
hopes, dreams, second starts.

A time when the blood's up in horses and man
When hoofbeat and heartbeat thud hard as they can;
When sanity, caution, and couth fly away,
Berserker-like joys turning sober eyes fey.

The herd's into timber and not slowed a lick
We're racing full tilt where I know it's too thick;
We're taunting the Fates who will flip the next card,
But there's joy in the madness and riding this hard.

Frustration's behind and fear never rose
Elation's the spur now that's shredding my clothes;
We plunge through a gauntlet of flailing green limbs,
The forest so dense the dawning light dims.

The wind's singing by me and hat hits the string
I'm being slapped silly but don't feel the sting;
I'm high in the saddle and drunk with the speed,
At one in a union of tree, man, and steed.

It's dancing, this weaving that seeks to avoid
The lashes and lances of trees we've annoyed;
It's graceful and rhythmic as any Strauss Waltz,
And so far, we've danced it without any faults.

They're slowing, we've turned them, we all settle down
The madness is passing, I feel myself frown;
At chances we took with what's left of my hide,
But Heart, Lord, insists we thank YOU for that ride!

Heaven's here in my fond garden fair,
nature's love lit spirit's everywhere,
each flower packed with artistic bliss,
blessed by Sun and Moon's opaque kiss,
oft we gaze on them, wide eyes address
those subtle tones if sheer loveliness,
such is the beauty of love laid bare
by continuous waves of scent woven care,
that dance amongst the flowering trees
where lowly blooms reach to kissing please
coloured Spring"s sweet smelling perfumery,
how here, simplistic and cascading hung,
sweet the honeysuckle has proudly sprung,
whilst nearby Jasmine's purity of hue
issues forth her star like flower'ts to view,
such earth 'Elysian Fields' rich and rare
as the dew kissed lawn refresh the air,
whilst Laburnum's pendent branches flair
exhibit her yellow'd profussion lacy lair,
o'er the pavillions of lush soft green,
as wide our haloed eyes, much is seen
amid the coloured garden beauty drest,
as white the rose, breathes her noble breast,
Thus by destiny's unseen fond embrace
breathes my garden, full fair of face.

I REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO DANCE,
WE'D GLIDE 'CROSS THE FLOOR AS IN A TRANCE.
THE MUSIC PLAYED SOFTLY AND SO REFINED,
IT SET UP A MOOD OF FEELING SUBLIME.

'TWAS HEAVENLY AS WE MOVED TOGETHER,
SHE'S A FINE DANCER - LIGHT AS A FEATHER.
SHE KNOWS AHEAD, MY EVERY MOVE,
FORWARD OR BACKWARD, WHATEVER I CHOOSE.

THE MUSIC WAS PROGRAMMED IN WHAT WAS A SET,
TWO SONGS WERE SLOW AND THE THIRD, YOU'D GET
A VARIETY OF FAST ONES OR MAYBE A WALTZ,
WE MIGHT NOT DANCE THAT ONE,BUT JUST SIT AND TALK.

MAYBE A FAST ONE WOULD BE A 'TWO-STEP'
OR POSSIBLY A TANGO - OR A POLKA? YOU BET.
IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE THE ONE PLAYING
JUST SHUFFLE ALONG, 'TWILL BE ENTERTAINING.

I THINK I ENJOYED THE SLOW BALLADS THE MOST,
TO HOLD MY PARTNER SO TENDER AND CLOSE
AND FEEL THE WARM BODY THERE IN MY ARMS,
THE COLOGNE SHE WAS WEARING ENHANCED HER CHARMS.

"GOODNIGHT SWEETHEART" WAS THE VERY LAST SONG,
WE FELT SO ENTHRALLED AS WE DANCED ALONG,
SORRY IT'S ENDING, WE BOTH HELD ON TIGHT,
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT WONDERFUL NIGHT.

Once upon a time some poets would gather
And write poems of their choice
It was beautiful and lovely
It allowed each poet to have a voice

Comments made on those poems
Were lovely to read and digest
The comments inspired the poets
And gave them a feeling of being blessed

To all those poets I wish to say
It was great to have your work read
May your lives be blessed evermore
Thank you for what we have shared

And now, all you dearest poets
You can look back at those days
They were all so wonderful and happy
Oh yes, those were the days

La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da

Can anyone say,
When the fair winds will play,
Along the hills of my blue West Virginia?

In best of times,
Coal flowed rich from the mines,
My son, you just had to have been there,

About '59,
Big machines were rolled on line,
And the young wives of miners saw worry,

Beginning of the end,
No they could not pretend,
Their dreams became a cold coal dust slurry,

With strong colliers hands,
They did build up these lands,
Till life's seasons bled thru gray December,

So when it's my time,
Lay me down deep in a coal mine,
So my West Virginia miner's soul will remember.

Can anyone yet say
When fair winds will again play
Along the hills of my blue West Virginia?

In better of times
Coal flowed rich from the mines
My son you just had to have been there

But along '59
Big machines rolled online
And the young wives of miners saw worry

Beginning of the end?
No they could not pretend
Their dreams become a cold coal dust slurry

Twas mighty colliers hands
That did build up this land
Till their seasons bled through gray December

And when it's my time
Bury me deep in a coal mine
So my West Virginia miner's soul will remember

I am wearing a glove, see it here on my hand,
The glove I intend to be part of myself.
A riddle is hidden under the glove,
Sweet to remember, leading thought to dark.

Here on my hand sweet sensation does rest
Of slender fingers of prettiest hand.
And just like a song that keeps playing in me
My friend the glove keeps reminding of thee.

Each has a riddle which leads us to dark
I have my glove as a sweet memoir
The glove I intend to keep on till time
Of our next meeting, reunion time.

You invaded my dreams again~
A little blip into my subconscious.

I am fine~
Other than wondering why I think I am fine.

I was so fine~
Then why do I let you creep into my dreams?

I can go about my life~
Knowing that you are not the solution to my equation.


Yet you slip in~
When least expected when my guard is down.

Funny how~
A chance memory brings you back again.

More mortar~
On that wall, a few more layers for defense.

I will be fine~
Until you creep into my dreams again.