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Getting Old

Posted by Digital Editor on January 18, 2008 8:37 AM

Life it rings snowflake stings.
Come again each day.
Love rings love stings each day then dark nightful falls down the old-age lane never to return again?
Snowdrops bending flashing white keep enjoying life try to live life right believe in Jesu's love.

POSTED BY MARY

Southport

Posted by Digital Editor on September 4, 2007 2:20 PM

SOUTHPORT is a seaside town,
Beaches, boats, trams, fairs, music, laughter, come on down.
Southport is packed with history,
Southport is covered in hidden mystery.
Plant life, wildlife and human life,
Like the weather it’s running rife.
On the marine lake the swans have an air of great serenity
Like us they are ready to defend their territory,
Day to day life is a continual struggle for all,
We have to find food, shelter and stay out of danger’s call
But there are moments of peace when sat upon the pier,
Remembering the good old days, love, warmth, thrills and spills
That brought many a tear,
Flower shows, pantomimes, motor rallies, concerts to name but a few,
We are lucky to witness and proud through and through
Remember OLD Southport.
We are the best in Southport.

Anon

Our Beautiful Princess

Posted by Jamie on August 31, 2007 10:05 AM

To the Queen of Hearts we bid a sad farewell
you have left a vacancy
a shattered world no other one can fill.

We felt for you in many ways
when you experienced dark and lonely days.
Your work was endless, yet you never tired,
and just to be loved seemed all you desired.

There are a few people out there today
those with a conscience, those who betray.

To Princes William and Harry
you displayed love with true devotion
A legacy they will keep alive
with your passion and emotion.

You were the People’s Princess,
you were the People’s Friend
and at 36 to lose your life
is a tragic, needless end.

The precious time with Dodi
was loving, sincere and true
and for once in your life you had someone
who loved and needed you.

Now you are united
may you both rest in peace together
and God grant your final wish
to be with Dodi forever.

You were the jewel in the crown
with qualities warm and tender.
The tribute to The People’s Princess
is to say... we will remember.

Christine Eleanor Livesey.

To the princes William and Harry

Posted by Jamie on August 31, 2007 10:02 AM

Your Mother lit a brilliant torch
to light you on life’s way.
Her caring and humanity
is her gift to you today.

Her torch will lift the shadows,
and light the darkest night.
It will help you through the years ahead.
Its warmth will hold you tight.

Please keep Her bright flame burning,
so She may see and know,
you have taken up the Mortal flame
of the causes She loved so.

Celine

Posted by Jamie on August 31, 2007 10:01 AM

Love is a word we often use
Love is a word we sometimes abuse
Love can mean we care for someone
or love just a name we call everyone
Love is a word used by us all each day
but love should be given in every way
A young lady gave real love to the world
with a smile, a touch and a charming manner
I truly believe she’s in Heaven now
our wonderful ‘Queen of Hearts’, Diana.

Roy Cawson

Princess Diana Gardens

Posted by Jamie on August 31, 2007 10:00 AM

A LOVELY lady has given her name
To a garden with not many flowers
You can sit and drink coffee and chat with your friends
Or just snooze and rest quietly for hours
It’s amazing who meets here and greets every day
We need sunshine, of course, as our guide
If the rain comes we scatter in moments to hide
To shelter or go shop inside.

Yet every day in sunshine or rain
I remember our Golden Princess
Her sweet, loving smile for all who she met
I can imagine her here,I confess
I am biased in favour of a spirit so free
I lover her deep caring and now
Whenever I sit and muse on the day
She comes in to my thoughts anyhow

I’m so glad they had sense, the powers that be
To give us rememberance so sweet
That Princess Diana, the People’s Princess
We can come here and daily can greet.

Dorothy Gerrard

A Village Tree

Posted by Digital Editor on August 22, 2007 3:45 PM

A Village Tree
by Chris Eden

A mighty Oak, which has given her life's resplendent years of beauty
To our Village, now stands solitary, ungainly:-a donquixote silhoutte,
Thrusting Static lance-like branches at an endless conducting sky;
Whose warm Sun, gentle Rain, pleasant Breeze beheld her in harmony-
High; presenting splendoured audience relationship to every passer-by.

Now it seems Meastro Sun, Symphonic Rain; Movement Breeze
Associate to orchestrate with vital-living woodwind trees,
Composing new musical sounds in contemporary melodies.

Transient, Silent, Somber, Dark; movement as- (adagio Bach) -
The gnarled old tree has set Life Free with surrending quiet dignity
To the universal unknown force: Mother Earth's 'Creative' Source.
I too am Born to die!
Again to - Be
In the Village perhaps
as a Sapling-Tree?
Amid warm Sun, gentle Rain,
pleasant Breeze
Singing New musical sounds, with Olden Melodies.

'Southport not Newport' or 'You Don’t Need That'

Posted by liam on May 3, 2007 5:18 PM

I FEEL that I must write a poem about the places that Southport has lost, as they will never be put back and it is a great loss to a beautiful Victorian town. I am sure there are other people who feel the same as I do.

Where’s the Palace Hotel?
Its tennis courts, its views, the little pub.
You don’t need that.
You can have the pub but more houses are needed.

Where is the Outdoor Bathing Pool?
The family fun, the bathing beauty contest, the sunny days?
Oh! You can’t have that,
We need a shopping square, a leisure centre, money coming in.

Where is the Floral Hall Gardens? Don’t touch it.
Music entertainer, deck chairs, fresh air.
No! You don’t need those.
We can give you a top hotel, bars and restaurants, shops.

Where is the bandstand?
Evening music, dancing, fairy lights, laughter.
Why, you have no need for that.
Look a fountain that surprises you and open space.

Where is the Palace cinema?
Genteel building, centre location, taxi at the door.
Don’t be silly, what’s the use of that?
Why a new international hotel, maybe a shop or two.

Where’s the bus station?
Central buses to everywhere, easy.
Too simple, looks untidy,
Supermarkets, clean lines, food, goods needed.

No! Please not the fairground,
Where can I go to laugh and sigh about all that’s gone?
Grow up, you are not a child,
Come here and see, it will be better.

What about me?
I like those old things easy and pleasant,
You! We don’t want you, we need the space.
Shall build you a bungalow out of town,
There’s nice town next door.

MRS PAT SCOTT,
VIRGINIA STREET,
SOUTHPORT

Pleasureland

Posted by liam on May 3, 2007 5:17 PM

Once restored they adorned my bedroom wall.
One night as wild geese flew overhead I imagined the eagles flying out through the open window to join the geese on their long journey to Wherever-land.
However, during the sixties fairground heyday very few revellers, including myself, could possibly have predicted the untimely departure of Southport’s well-loved landmark.

JENNY FINCH,
Wellbeck Road,
Birkdale,
Southport

Speed Eagles

Posted by liam on May 3, 2007 5:16 PM

One day they’ll break free,
Eagles of speed,
In search of a fairground,
And hobby horse dreams,
Fun fair reflections will blaze from their eyes,
As they seek out Wurlitzers, beyond carnival skies.
One day they’ll break free,
Eagles of speed,
In search of the sculptor,
Who carved out their wings,
Whirl across rooftops, skirting the trees,
Fly; Fly forever, eagles of speed.
One day they’ll break free
Eagles of speed
The smell of machine oil fresh in their dreams
Feather-wet paint flick glint in the sun,
Searching forever, a fairground long gone.

Anon