What a man he was our dad
a garden with sweet peas
trellising up
the bamboo canes
Mum would say carrots to see in the dark
cabbage to make the hair curl
potatoes with long roots
trudging about in welly boots
An allotment with all things in
but creep down at night inebriated
and pick the biggest bunch of flower's
off of someone else's garden for me
His name displayed
on the side of his
butcher's bike
painter decorator esq;
Sometimes he would strain
his paint
through a pair
of nylon tights
Or thin paint down
with a bit of turps
wipe all his
brushes on too
Could hang his wallpaper
thick or thin
rose scrolls on the ceiling
looked so appealing
Sign writing fascinating to watch
a little rub here and there
to make his letters
ABC right
His toad in the hole
was a wonderful taste
welsh rarebit
with a sprinkle of oxo
Could have lived longer
maybe if didn't smoke his
woodbines so much
finger's tarred with nicotine
Cut out his
beer with a chaser
whiskey
and a barley wine
Violin accordian piano
could play
none of us as
clever as him
As kids two of us out
of six would load his
green wheelbarrow
up hill and down dale
And laugh!
at the rainbows end
Ladders and paint cans on
walk push miles away
puffed out phew!
just for dad
I would never put him in the
green wheelbarrow
and cover him with turf
just for the night
But would have loved
him by my side
just as I did
the morning he died
And my dear mum
Violet a small bunch
her favourite flower
in a plant pot every hour
Psychic as he was
will never know
that beautiful
magic ring
Was bad for me
from beginning
to end more like
a poison one
So sorry had to get
rid of it told and the dvd
like my poem
"My Beautiful Ring'
sorry so late!
5 minutes squiggles
put to-gether
all comments and corrections please
Don't worry if it is too late for (IP)
Editor (Tony)
Comments
Highhat | August 12, 2011 - 13:31
I enjoyed reading this Julie
;)Pia
Cavalcaderl | August 12, 2011 - 17:09
new Highhat
Oh! tah so excited get one on the track.
Added to it. Difficult church teach forget
the past, and healing centre's too.
Loads of tears. Peopled do.
And in confession I learn't to.
And our days all swept under the carpet,
expression, all part of life, good bad and ugly!
I squealed to mine, Iv'e got reply! on track,my
very first for this attempted one. Not polished!
Only just finished it, I am smiling. and resting.
'You little angel'.
julie xx
celticman | August 12, 2011 - 17:21
Ah oxo. I can almost taste the rabbit.
Cavalcaderl | August 12, 2011 - 17:35
new celticman
Hello! thanks nice comment.
Well pop was an x navy man.
Very strict. Family of eight.
Yes,so can I welsh rarebit bubbled
up under the grill, think scrambled
egg, maybe or not, can't re-call exact
ingredients and dash pepper oxo and sauce.
Brother's two in navy, used come unexpected
bring pals, pop would concoct something up.
all loved food. Your making me hungry, think
I'll make one, canbe bit salty!
Hope your well, enjoy reading your's to.
Keep writing.
julie x
skinner_jennifer | August 12, 2011 - 18:04
Hi julie,
what a wonderful poem about your dad, he sounds a
bit like my dad, a very clever man.
I especially liked the bit about the allotment.
Thankyou for an enjoyable read.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | August 12, 2011 - 18:57
new skinner_jennifer
Hi! jenny how are you.
What was your dad like!
It was life of good bad and ugly, laugh.
Glad you liked it. When first joined, never
new anything titles, to find or a stanza. Saw
cherries quite alerted me, all new. Then comments,
thought no never do any. As family still alive!
Have you seen (IP) next week, trying find out exact
meaning of the word, not in two dictionaries. Then I saw swearing whoops! Pop so strict, no talking at dinner table. Eat all the meat up, used to give it to dog under the table befoe came back from pub, if on leave from Navy! Had not make a noise crunching. OTT with to-day things. But he had a farting cushion even Royalty, have them at christmas, very tough life
and for mum, as you know. Not ever so clever but heart of gold. Very strong personality.
Have a good day, over cast. Hope all is well.
The reading was no where good as The Wheatsheaf London and t. cook Editor let me read OMG. and listen other's. It was reading round table, bits of new book, and discussion on chapter. But one reading
ou three go,and I started sneezing in middle, sorry.
Then whispered in library room held, too, why \are you whispering, I have paused from reading yuk!
Tell me about your dad, may like.
Bless you, have good day, mine bowls. I rabbit on,
but yesterday one came fit, underskirt bit, never stopped chatting of all, and friend in n/home. And mine thinks I talk a lot. No annoyed if no answer1
julie xx
hilary west | August 26, 2011 - 22:39
A nice little tale in verse Julie, realistic and heartwarming!
hilary west | August 27, 2011 - 22:35
Have a nice holiday. I am glad you enjoyed one of the Brighton shows. I remember One Mo' time, a show in London. It was a knockout with a lot of coloured people. I can remember my dad being blown away by it!
Cavalcaderl | August 28, 2011 - 14:31
new hiliary west
Hi! thanks lovely comment,and
time for reading it.
Nice to hear from you.
Have a good week-end and bank holiday.
Thankyou
Went to see show Theatre Royal Brighton.
Rock around the clock. Best show ever.
Songs,singing, dancing,insruments,guitar trumpet maybe saxophone, all so
versatile taking other parts. And could dance
in isles if wanted. Tour finishes to-night!
Then stage door 8 young ones, stars signed programme. Mine is younger so didn't come.Paid for the ticket.
Fab time. Frilled dresses, guitarists,coloured
suits pastels, solos,an and Elvis.All the moves and soloists. Brill:
'The Doo Run Run,' 'Only You,' 'See you later alligator,'so on. 'Oh yes I'm a Great pretender'
'Fats Domino numbers. 'The Drifters''Crystals or 'Cherelies' so many. Wow! People liked my poodle bag way back,Brighton pier 1960's time. and skirt now I put music motives etc; and daughter helped on. Friend made a net petticoat last minute and slip, POODLE shoulder bag all loved. And signed programme had fromn 8 young ones. At the mattinnee.
When I was sixteen used to go friend's home near by
then, and he wind up the record player, and we jive
a while.Getting on now, but I felt fit after?
Yeh! can imagine your dad liking it all show in London then. Love Mo Town too. Thanks.
Hope your well.
julie x
MaggieG | September 1, 2011 - 18:47
Much enjoyed this. There is an air of "Heaney" breathing through it.
Cavalcaderl | September 2, 2011 - 18:06
new MaggieG
Thankyou so much for reading this
poem. Mainly true! I couldn't think
for the life of me, meaning of "Heaney",
not in my three dictionaries. Search gives
name of Poet, can you please tell me meaning
Thanks.
julie x
MaggieG | September 3, 2011 - 00:40
I was referring to Seamus Heaney. Probably one of our best modern poets. Well worth the read :)
Cavalcaderl | September 3, 2011 - 12:41
new MaggieG
h! Thank's so much, yes, did see that name. In re-search came up.
Don't know him sorry, only read AbcTales.
As not poet minded person. Sounds brilliant though.
Just bought "Richard Burton and Elizabeth's Furious Love. Bits peoms in there1 Wow incredible, story of love, romance illness parting, break ups,marriages.
But to the end loved each other, love notes.Must read
some more of your's and all. I am more musical minded!
Have a good week-end
julie