THIS PAGE IS A PAGE DEDICATED TO ON LINE FREINDS WITH WHOM I HAVE SPENT MANY HAPPY HOURS. ALL THE POEMS HERE ARE EITHER WRITTEN BY FREINDS AND MY SELF OR FOR THEM. HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THEM AS MUCH AS I HAVE ENJOYED WRITING THEM!

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ANGEL AND ME
LEARNING OF LIFE
THE WONDER OF NATURE
OUR MATE
MEMORIES
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ANGEL
ANGEL
ANGEL
ANGEL
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ME
ME
ME
ME

This is a poem that a good freind of mine in Canada

and I wrote. She is marvalous person, a great poet

and artist. She calls her drawings doodles. If you

visited her site and you just have to click on her name to get there

i am sure that you would

agree that they are works of art and very beautiful

I thank her greatly for the time she has spent on line with me and her patients training me to do a job in cybertown. I wish her every succsess now and in the future.Me and angel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ANGEL
ANGEL
ANGEL
ANGEL
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ME
ME
ME
ME

Somewhere across the distance, a freind and I did meet,

How differant are our lives I wonder, sitting in this seat.

Although we have never met, freinds we came to be,

An angel of a lady, She really made me see.

I find time with him filled with words and rhyme,

Across the sea our minds connect, filling up our time.

Talking is a cure of ills, that makes you feel so fine,

He gives me his best wishes and I give him mine.

Though these words are just a poem, they say what I intend,

That though we have never met, we are virtual best freinds.

Dave Roberts andangel

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GAYNOR
GAYNOR
GAYNOR
GAYNOR
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ME
ME
ME
ME

What can I say about Gaynor. she is a happy go lucky person,

so kind and helpful and loves her family with a passion.

Her son ws recently attacked and stab in the shoulder.

Thankfully he is on the mend now and recived the best medicine you can get,

That is t.l.c from his mother. She also has her own web site and all you have to do is click on her name.

She is so kind and full of fun. Never a dull moment when she is around.

I wish her well and good health and all the best with her buissines.gaynor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
LEARNING
LEARNING
LEARNING
LEARNING
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LIFE
LIFE
LIFE
LIFE

Turning around back from the front,

Coming home from home becoming,

Continually something to confront.

Seeing things in a different light,

Not really wanting or having the energy to the fight,

have to come home no where else to go,

and face the problems as i have before.

Unhitched like a wagon from the horse,

in thought that has unleashed some time ago.

where did it come to go and oh the thoughts so,

it was so, very very slow, oh so slow.

and now time just seems to fly,

no time to ask any question Why?

and so I let life fly by,

I have to go on and try.

In thought life seems to hinge

on the last tradition,

Feeling in the now can become bleak to invisage a mission.

Complication's in learning lasting like a trial

and are only worth while if you can follow in the know of how to smile.

Dave and Gaynor 17th June 2001

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THE
THE
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THE
WONDER
WONDER
WONDER
WONDER
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NATURE
NATURE
NATURE
NATURE

This poem was written with a good freind Gwen

She would be the first to admit that she is no poet

But talking to her I realised that she has it in her

and just needed it bringing out.Gwen is a hard working lady

and faces life with gusto.She has two lads whom I am sure can be a handful.But with the help of her husband

they seem to have life under control.

We have had some great conversations about work

and the workings of the management. Sometimes it makes

you wonder if we are in the right jobs.

Gwen could manage the factory where she works as

I strongly belive that if you are a mother you are

Charge hand, team leader, manager and Director.

This is her first effort at poetry and I hope with my helpshe enjoyed it.

Gwen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE
THE
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WONDER
WONDER
WONDER
WONDER
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NATURE
NATURE
NATURE
NATURE

The birds and the bees and them bloody seaguls

The otters that bark from the waters edge,

The fish that jump and leap from the deep,

The beavers build dams to create a wedge.

Collecting sticks and stones for thier dam,

working away with verosity,

trying to finish before the end of the day,

So they can sleep tight soudly.

Wind and rain a storm is brewing,

the power of nature is immense,

Hurricains are blasting outside,

go to the cellar if you have any sense.

the cows ae amooing in the field,

Lambs bringing in the spring,

Sheep are bleating away in the meadow,

Oh what joy the wonder of nature can bring.

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OUR
OUR
OUR
OUR
MATE
MATE
MATE
MATE

This poem was written for a good freind allan.

He is a working mate and so funny.

He laughs at anything sometimes he laughs at nothing

but mainly he just laughs and you can't help joining him

He makes the working day more easy with his "charasmatic eloquence" as I put it in the poem.

He works very hard for a 60 year old and we all really

like him and thought he deserved something

special for his birthday, I was asked to write a poem for him

and was honored to do so.

ALLAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OUR
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Now this gentleman is 60 years old,

He has hair of silver and a heart of gold,

Works like a trooper, he's warm and kind,

Such thoughtfulness is hard to find,

His manners are impecable, his humour is great,

We are very proud to call him "our mate",

His charismatic eloquence shines day to day,

Sincere and genuine is what you would say.

So slow down a bit now, take a well earned rest,

To you from all of us, we wish you all the best!

Dave and Gang

MEMORIES
MEMORIES
MEMORIES
MEMORIES

This is a poem that a good freind of mine in Scotland

and i wrote together,I think she was pleasantly suprised by the result.

She is marvalous person, we have great fun having quizes

Meg recently sent me a mouse for which i am very gratefull.

MEMORIES

MEMORIES
MEMORIES
MEMORIES
MEMORIES

Walking in the woods one day,

I saw a squirel squirelling,

Stashing his nuts away,

In the heart of spring.

When all the world is waking,

and the dew is on the grass

Come with me to the forest

Where the sunflowers grow in mass

To the magic place by the river,

Where memories are sweet,

Where we learnt to love each other

In the place we used to meet!

Dave Roberts and Meg
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SPRING
SPRING
SPRING
SPRING

Spring is here at last with lambs abounding

The beautiful world, everyone is surrounding

all the wee birds up on the wing

the sheep have lost all thier coats for spring.

all the flowers are blosoming, how i love the spring,

and the warmth and comfort that the time of year does bring

and we know our hearts belong in the spring

so lets all get together rejoice and sing and sing

Dave Roberts, dillion, meg, john and zoe

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