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World IssuesTHE WATCHERS
Watery moon on Cornish shore,
Sea splashing gently, waves that calm,
Ill met by moonlight spies the ship,
The watchers up on cliff felt warm.
Lightened lantern, small twinkled light,
From ship and shore both shine,
Eyes that pierce the darkness blink,
From those that gather silk and wine.
From the cove and
from the cave,
Splash the oars upon Cornwall's water,
Stealthily the ship to reach,
To fetch the casks that carry plunder.
A secret meeting no one should see,
But Excise Men on cliff so near,
Watchers waiting to arrest them,
Secretly hiding, in those days of fear.
Is one the Parson of
the village?
Fishermen count two or more,
No one doth realize the danger,
Waiting there, above the shore.
Suddenly a horse doth whinny,
Alerting those men that greet the dark,
Suddenly melting into blackness,
The plunder must wait and greet the lark.
Hidden deep, and
hidden secret,
Covered now by Cornish tide,
Waiting in secret tunnel for the smuggler,
The spoils that secret men to hide.
No one knows, and no one questions,
Excise Men will never find,
The Cornish village hides its secret,
As who doth row against the tide. |
WELCOME TO
ANGIE'S POETRY PAGE
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| KINDNESS |
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| We walk in your shadow dear Lord of all life, |
Will make so much difference, their healing to start. |
| Each day we face difficulty, pain, even strife, |
Hold arms out to a stranger and tell him you care, |
| Yet if we just pause for a second of time, |
It's kindness God wanted his children to share. |
| The answer is there Lord, the answer is mine. |
In the light of God's presence, in His radiant glow, |
| There in each gospel and parable too, |
Walk boldly towards him, His kindness to know. |
| Are reasons for living in your footsteps so true. |
To the old and the lonely give one of your smiles, |
| You taught us the meaning of loving another, |
A kind hand to help them in their fading hours. |
| A parent, a sister, a friend or a stranger. |
The kindness shown to another will grow, |
| If we look all around us and open our eyes, |
Like a candle in Heaven, its purity glow. |
| There is help needed everywhere, some is disguised. |
Then say to the Lord "It was only a smile," |
| Souls crying out for a kind helping hand, |
Then He will say "NO child, you have walked a whole mile." |
| Are everywhere Lord in this limitless land. |
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| A smile we can give them or a word from the heart, |
Written at the request of a lady in
Florida |
| A LITTLE GIRL'S LIFE |
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| A little girl's life begins in the morning, |
She sits in the car in her own little seat, |
| She opens her eyes, with stretching and yawning, |
All strapped in and safe, and looking so sweet. |
| Her favorite toy lies on her warm pillow, |
When arriving at Grandma's she runs like a colt, |
| She's growing up fast, like a beautiful willow. |
She hugs her and Grandma's heart gives a jolt. |
| She looks like an angel with eyes oh so blue, |
She plays with her dolly, her teddy and then, |
| Her smile melts your heart and she's only just two. |
It's time for her nap as she's sleepy again. |
| She's very assertive and knows from the start, |
Then after her lunch it's time to go play, |
| Just how she can try to melt everyone's heart. |
To an angel it seems such a very long day. |
| She's loved by the people in her little world, |
As she's tucked up in bed with a kiss and a sigh, |
| As she walks down the stairs with her hand in yours
curled. |
The fairy dust falls and you ask yourself why, |
| As she sits at the table her cereal to eat, |
God gave you a cherub in His image to love, |
| She finds it delightful to kick out her feet. |
A red headed Angel from Heaven above. |
| She drives one to distraction when wanting own way, |
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| But you know giving in to her wiles will not pay. |
Dedicated to Sydney from Aunty Angie |
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THE JOURNEY |
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Many miles my master led me |
As he
gently laid her down in straw, |
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We are both weary, tired and worn, |
My time
approaches very quickly, |
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But ever onward we must travel, |
I cannot
travel anymore. |
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My strength must make me carry on. |
That
night I saw a miracle happen, |
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On my back I carry the lady, |
It filled
my weary heart with joy, |
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So oh so gentle I must be, |
When I saw
swaddled in a manger, |
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I will reach our destination, |
The Son of
God - a baby boy. |
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For they do rely on me. |
An ox and
ass joined me in homage, |
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It is the ending of our journey, |
And
above our stable shone a star, |
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The town called Bethlehems' in sight, |
There was
heavenly music in the heavens, |
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But Master is told no room is vacant, |
From angels
singing from afar. |
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Where they can rest their heads that night. |
I was given
the strength to carry my lady, |
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Wait - There is a place my Master is told, |
On that
night that was so blessed, |
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A stable, rude but warm and dry, |
As I
gaze upon the infant savior, |
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And suddenly my heart felt lighter, |
God I know
will give me rest. |
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As my lady smiled and gave a sigh. |
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We must rest here she tells my Master, |
Angie Christie
- England |
| LOVE |
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What is this word that we call love, |
Means new
life around us abound, |
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What does this word imply? |
It gladdens
the heart and wakens the soul, |
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How to define it and to understand, |
Again love
everywhere is around. |
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It will not go away or have us deny. |
The purest
love is from Mother to Babe, |
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It lightens the heart each day of our life, |
She will
fight with all of her heart, |
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It is there all around us to see, |
The word
overwhelmed her as she gazed at her child, |
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Enduring and caring - the strength it imparts, |
Nobody on
earth could tear them apart, |
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A word that's for you and for me. |
Love is the
key to send on its way, |
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Sometimes it comes all so sudden to us, |
To heal all
the wounds in His world, |
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It is a feeling that will not go away, |
If kindness
is spread to each heart on the earth, |
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When He walked on the earth so long, long ago, |
That flag
of peace can then be unfurled. |
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It's endured what he taught us to say. |
As you go
on your way all the days of your life, |
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The beauty around us if we open our eyes, |
Forget
hatred, send it from your mind, |
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The tiny bird we see in the tree, |
It's that
special word that will save all our days, |
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Brings hope in a world that is so full of hate, |
The word
love that he taught us to find. |
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A world the good do not see. |
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The snowdrops are shooting now out of God's
earth, |
Angie
Christie - January 14, 2007 |
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A LITTLE DROP
OF BLOOD |
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| Over fields now
still and silent, |
Closer to us now you gather, |
| Wave those little
drops of blood, |
This special day that is
wholly yours, |
| Peaceful now, once
thick the fighting, |
As in silence we remember, |
| Bravely for their
King and God. |
Why you died and what the
cause. |
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| In the trench and
on the beaches, |
White crosses stand in proud
defiance, |
| Millions died for
a peaceful land, |
As you lie in distant land, |
| Men and women we
do honor, |
Memorials seen in town and
village, |
| Who fell in flood,
and mire - on sand. |
Reminders of so great a band. |
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| Birds sing again
where once so silent, |
Passendale, Epres and
Flanders, |
| Driven away by gas
and gun, |
Dunkirk, Verdunne all hide the
pain, |
| Threatened no
longer they build a future, |
Cannon on the Somme now
silent, |
| Where once the
smoke engulfed their sun. |
Our skies and seas now safe
again. |
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| Spirits of the
blessed fallen, |
Little poppy we remember, |
| As gratefully our
heads we bow, |
Those who lived and those who
died, |
| Your lives you
gave, the sacrifice for us, |
At the camps and in the
battle, |
| So humbly we do
thank you now. |
We carve their name Oh Lord
with pride. |
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Angie Christie
- 1989 My Remembrance of the Fallen |
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DAD'S BOUGHT A CUPBOARD
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Today Dad Dolsen went out to buy |
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A cupboard from a shop, |
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"It's very easy sir to build, |
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In fact it is tip top." |
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"Well thank you son I'm sure it is" |
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Said Dad with a big grin, |
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And staggered out with one big box, |
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Nearly the size of him. |
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On getting home Dad couldn't wait, |
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To start to build the thing, |
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He laid the pieces on the floor, |
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Instructions, nails and such, |
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Got a screwdriver out the drawer, |
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But found it was too much. |
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Dad sat and pondered at the pieces, |
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Lying all around, |
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Instructions were in Japanese, |
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A dilemma did abound. |
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It said Fig. A matches Fig. C, |
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That's top and bottom bits, |
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Fig. B must fix to Fig. E and, |
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It had poor Dad in fits. |
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"Now John, don't you swear in here," |
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Mum shouted "Just stay mellow," |
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But she could talk, 'cos she was swearing, |
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At the flippin' jello. |
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So there was Dad one hour to go, |
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Before he left for meeting, |
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He must calm down, compose himself, |
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For people he was greeting. |
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Then from the room there came a shout, |
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"Eureka!! I have built it," |
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Mum charged out with runny jello, |
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In her excitement she did spill it. |
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It went all over Dad's creation, |
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The air by now was blue, |
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"You clumsy woman" he did shout, |
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Then harsh words did ensue. |
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"I'll never build another cupboard," |
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He shouted to poor Stella, |
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"Good" she shouted back to Dad, |
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"And I'll not bother to make jello!!!" |
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So reader this is where we leave, |
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The Dolsen's to their swearing, |
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And come again another day, |
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To see how both are faring. |
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But please don't mention if you visit, |
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June 3rd, two thousand and four, |
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For it will start them off again, |
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And show you to the door. |
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Cupboards and Jello don't mix.
By
Angie Christie |
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