Basically I am transferring my more useable Poems, Ditties, Verse and Odes to this Blog. Some people might want to read them and some might not? But for me personally its a little venture through Memory Lane and somewhere to store them too. By Sam

 

This one though is a New Poem evoked by a picture that had been posted on FB a week or so ago.  A woman sitting on her own on a bench, her stomach hanging below her smock top - she wasn't bothering anyone, she obviously (I assume) has some issues or maybe not, who am I to judge.  What is it everyone says these days "don't give in to bullies, be proud of who you are, you are beautiful inside, be yourself"??? AND YET someone posts a picture on FB of a Lady sitting on a bench doing no-one any harm for all on FB to mock, stare at and judge!!!
 

 

When something affects me my brain starts to think in Rhyme it may not be life changing stuff but it is real, observational, and mostly it rhymes?

 

Who are you to Judge!

Who are we to stop and stare

at that fat lady sitting there

did you think, she could possibly be,

a nicer person than you or me?

 

Who are you to judge her so

did you ask permission to mock her though ?

did you say please smile and suck it in

should you have just put this photo in your IOS Bin?

 

Before you judged did you stop to see

what her  future life or past may be?

Oh how rude of that Photographer there

to encourage us all to stop and stare!

 

Did she stare at you

was she rude, obnoxious or unkind?

Did you turn the camera back on yourself

and if so, what did you find???

By Sam Crowe

No Paw Prints in the Snow Anymore?

Basically I am transferring my more useable Poems, Ditties, Verse and Odes to this Blog. Some people might want to read them and some might not? But for me personally its a little venture through Memory Lane and somewhere to store them too. By Sam

Well this afternoon I wrote two poems in memory of our Max (Oct 1999 - Sept 2014)

The snow reminds me of my little Puppydog Max who crossed that little bridge in September last year. I knew it would because he loved the snow so much, so I sat thinking about him today looking out into the garden and this Poem and this Ode to Max slipped into my head.

No Paw Prints in the Snow Anymore!

No Paw Prints in the Snow Anymore

No pictures here to take

No slippery walks along the woods

No pestering me to take a break.

No furry nose covered in snow

no rolling, running or jumping.

No snowballs in the air to catch

boy how my heart is thumping

My eyes they cry with the memory

Of your Paw Prints in the Snow

No other Pup could be your match.

Look my little PuppyDog

I throw a snowball for you to catch.

I miss him xxxx

by Sam Crowe

Oopps how did those chocolate coins fall open???

This is an  Ode to our little PuppyDog - he had two looks, this is his Labrador - or summer look

he also had his Sheep Dog look when he had full fur in Winter.

Who Will Eat My Chicken

I put down my hand to pass you some meat,

some cake, a biscuit or two

but you're not there to take it from me,

boy I miss you, I DO.

No reason to hoover the floor every day

No incentive to go for a walk

No-one to prick up their ears for me

when I randomly, to myself, talk!

No-one to sit and stare up at me

 with those cute little PuppyDog eyes

when I feel a little low one day

and have a little cry.

No-one to eat my Chicken

No-one to lick my face

No-one to pester me late at night

or to share my craft room space

No-one to greet the kids from school

with wagging tail and little barks

NO-one to knock the drinks off the stool

when they ask you to clean their plates,

Bless Your Heart.x

We miss you, our little PuppyDog

especially me right now

when I see no Paw Prints in the snow out back

and the Chicken just gets thrown out.

The dogs next door don't bark at the fence

you always liked to wind them up somehow

I bet they too  in their own little way

really miss you now!!

You were with us for so long

so your presence is a huge gap

No-one now to put nose to nose

to wake me from my nap.

Your Quack Quack sits in the conservatory

your ball sits next to him

your memories live in our hearts for you

the Chicken it goes in the bin. xx

But we had been blessed because you picked us out

boy how lucky we were

I wonder how much Chicken you actually consumed

in the Fifteen years you were here.

 xxx

By Sam Crowe

Poetry Blog - A Day In The Life Of A Secretary

Basically I am transferring my more useable Poems, Ditties, Verse and Odes to this Blog. Some people might want to read them and some might not? But for me personally its a little venture through Memory Lane and somewhere to store them too.

By Sam Crowe (Lay)

I have just found this Ode to Secretaries that I wrote back in Mmmmm about 1995 - when I was a Secretary.  I worked at Allied Dunbar in Swindon in the Special Services Department.  Boy did I love that job, and I loved the people I worked with. Because nothing that was done or talked about in Special Services was allowed to be repeated outside the office it brought us all closer together as a Team.  I would put it on a par as when I was in the RAF really.  We worked hard, damned hard and long hours but we played hard.  We were all social animals and had such a laugh together.  Our Boss Shaun had a very large Social Budget to keep the Troops happy.  See if you keep the workers happy, they are happy to work hard and late!!

My first day in my newly bought flat on Eastcott Hill, Swindon. 

I wrote a few poems about Special Services and the people in it but I was asked to write this Secretary Poem.  I was gaining a reputation as the person to come to if you needed a rhyme??? ish .xx As with this, the "Top Secretaries" in the Directors Sweet round the corner from us - we were the next step down from Top Secretary which was a thing to be proud of. Well anyway they ran a monthly Magazine for the "Secretaries and Admin workers" in AD and they wanted a poem from me about what its like to work as a Secretary.  If you aren't one you might not get this, but I tell you what, every Secretary on the top floor was patting me on the back for this insight to throw in their bosses face.  So I will get on with it, I hope you understand and enjoy it.

A Day In The Life Of A Secretary

She usually starts her day, between 8.30 and a minute past nine,

She takes off her coat, turns on her Machine (computer)

and acts as if she's on time!!

She puts on the Kettle to make the tea

and goes to get the bosses breakfast

she opens the post and dishes it out

and by then its nearly ten past

She has a quick gossip,

to get all the news

and checks her colleague's clothes

and gives them her views'

By nine thirty she's raring to go

She does all her re-types and

gets in the flow.

She then starts her typing

she's got loads of that

she books up a meeting

she's got it "off pat"

The phone rings

she answers and puts it through

"O'h sorry, are you busy?

I'll say ring back at two"!

Someone gives her an "Urgy"   (urgent typing)

its got to go quick

but do double spacing

ready for the "amendment stick"??!!!

And by the way

have you not sent that Fax

and can you order some post-its

about 20 packs

And can you please take my phone

cause I'm busy today!

and if I give you some photocopying

will that be OK?

You're behind in your typing

is there a problem!

and look at you're filing

Where did you get all that from??

There's a query with fees, and by the way

the Boss wants some Tea's

is the post ready yet?

I've got loads of files I want you to get.

Where's the amendments on that "urgy"

It's coming to the crunch

and by the way it's half past two

haven't you had your lunch?

I've got a new case

can you do that first

the boss wants more Tea

He's got such a thirst!

She starts her typing

and the phone rings again  

"where has he been

I phoned him at Ten"??

Are you sure you gave him that message to ring?

NO YOU CAN'T HELP ME OUT

YOU SILLY THING!!

It gets to 5.30 and she sighs with relief

she can now start her work without any grief

the office is empty

the phones on the machine

its quite a busy job

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN???

                                                 By Sam Crowe (Nee Mee)

Me and my Siobhan

Ha Ha two very funny people Angela and Dave Where is Linda???

Aw Lovely Lisa and Me!

Shaun our Boss and his lovely Wife Bernie

Ah there is Linda and Dave with his ever redundant Tool!!! and our Daz

Look here is my Ever redundant........!!!

Ah bless lovely Man

I actually worked for Six Consultants and stood in for the Director's Secretary. My best mate, Siobhan who I still see from time to time when I nip to Swindon.

So, the Social Life

This was a Poem I wrote when they split our Department in two.  I stayed on the Special Services side but there was a group who split off and went to the Compliance side and to a different Office and a different floor.  That was a sad day. So for our leaving do my Mate Siobhan said it would be a good idea if I wrote a poem for the occasion.  So I did, and I named everyone in the Department.  There are a lot of "in house" jokes in this poem and it probably doesn't transfer well, you know the saying, its was so funny but you "had the be there".? But as this Blog is a place for me to store my Poems, Odes and Ditties I will note it down anyway.

Farewell To Special Services

Well its the break-up of our Department

and i'd like to render to you

something on everyone here present tonight

A Little Ditty or Two!!

AND HERE WE GO

Do you remember the night when Brenda fainted

and nearly followed through

and did you know Daz has a girlfriend but isn't tainted

OR is that NOT QUITE TRUE!?

Nicky decided to run a Half Marathon

Just a mile or two

and the winner for the most food consumed

is our ever skinny Sue

We've all seen Amanda arrive at work

in her Big Black Floppy Hat

we've all had a Lisa Maisi  Xmas Card

and we're very grateful for that!!

Now Graham he is a Sad Case

although he is no fool

but all he wants is a regular friend

for his ever redundant tool !

Siobhan is highly thought of

warm feelings in everyone's heart

but if you give her any grief

you'll be wiped from the Holiday Chart

NOW Fiona we don't know much about

nor Craig though he seems just fine

but I'm sure Lynn will get the gossip on them

if she's given a little time.!!

We've had toast in the morning

and champagne at night

and cakes like you wouldn't believe

but there's one question on everyone's mind

DID WE EVER GET A CAKE OFF STEVE???

We had Marion's 50th Birthday Bash

on the odd occasion when we laid down our tools

we've had a couple of drinks from the petty cash

and all got wrecked and acted like fools.

We've seen Linda dancing in a VERY strange way

and what happens to Angelica when she comes out to play?? OMG (you had to be there!)

We've all heard Shaun's ramblings

when he's had the odd Stout

and we've all seen his Wallet

"with NOWT TAKEN OWT"!!

we've got Graham Mann who is a family man

and he has to be home by five

Debbie who loves to make everyone's tea

so she can have a little Skive!

We've got Jackie who is a charity freak

though you wouldn't really know

and her life entails so much sport

that she has to use "Wash & Go"

We've seen David Peterson's Periscope

which really wasn't much cop

and we all saw Angela Brown's Belly Button

at the time when it went POP!

Now Audrey she is the bashful one

no really I'm taking the piss

and weather her bridesmaids would be wearing clothes

was really Hit & Miss??

Now Mrs Knowles made Sausage Rolls

and she liked to make them at home

and i'll SING you the remainder of this song

if you say you DON'T like my poem!! (that was my party piece) Yawn")

And Now My Friends The time Is Near...

the final curtain we have to face

BUT there is one thing of which I'm certain

SPECIAL SERVICES was a happy place!

We laughed

we took the piss

we worked together

like Brames and Lyst

We took the falls

WE HAD IT ALL

we did it  - OUR WAY!!!

This was a very sad moment as Allied Dunbar and especially Special Services and the people in it had been and is a big part of my life. 1988 -1997

Then I left to move back up NORTH

This was my goodbye poem to my boss, our Director - Shaun.  Who's Wife I recently got in touch with on Face Book. He was a great Boss!! and such a good laugh too.

Our Angelic Angela with the Popped out Belly Button, she was carrying a baby at the time!!!

GOODBYE

Shaun, do you remember me

Or has it been too long

I'm the one who cries with wine

and tends to burst into song.

I'm the one you sat in a car with,

with stockings and knickers and dress

playing with Trevor's Blow Up Doll

God, didn't she look a mess!!!

I've twice been called a Character

but in my mind, no more than you

we've both had the odd embarrassment

whilst on many a SPEC-SVS do!

Well I'd like to say Goodbye

You've been such a pleasure to know

and although I will miss your humour

I won't be sorry to go.

And when I am an Air Hostess

and I turn up a little bit late

Do you think they will be as good as you

and ask the Plane to wait?

I could always become a house-wife

the hours would suit me fine

and if Paul was feeling rampant

I'd get plenty of overtime (I can't believe I put that???)

Goodbye, Farewell and Bon Voyage

have a pleasant LIFE

I hope your future comes up bright

and you don't get grief from your Wife (sorry Bernie!)

                                     By Sam Mee

Then I met my Other Half

and he got on well with out Motley Crew

But he still whisked me away to the Frozen North right back to the very spot I had started from!!!

Oh dear typing that one has made me all nostalgic. I do miss those care free days sometimes.

So if you are still here - thank you for reading to the end. I do appreciate that my Poems are very personal but I think some of it might hit a core with some people. xx

By for now

Sam Crowe.

Poems for Book Covers

I have written a few Poems for book covers but this one wasn't by only me it was a collaboration between me and my Son when he was Seven Years Old - I was so impressed especially as he came up with the Punch Line! We had a real good laugh getting this together too.  This was for the cover of one of his school books where he was meant to wright down anything that interested him, or if his imagination was in overdrive to just write down what he was thinking, an Ideas book!

Stunky Lunky

This is my book of words to spell

 of things to remember

of things that smell!!!

of sights to be seen

of monsters in Green

of  Notes

of  Stories

and

 in-between??

of imagination

 BIG and BULKY

of a monster I met,
 called

STUNKY LUNKY

written in 2009 by

Matthew and Sam Crowe xx

This is a little verse I wrote for a DT card I made for Clarity Stamp

I had a little Tree House

where often I would sit

and dream my dreams

of a future

as beautiful as it.

      By Sam x

Another ditty written for a card I made a few years ago.

There is a certain kind of Grace in a

 Lady who wears Pearls and Lace

                                By Sam x

I think that one must have been a Challenge DT Card because it is so specific.

I did another one on the same card -

An English Rose

Pretty and Ornate

Another little gem  

that makes Britain Great!!

           By Sam x

I had a little spate of writing down some verses for the inside of cards

I tried to make most of them tongue in cheek! Someone was going to buy

them off me but it didn't happen in the end.

Age is just a record of how long we have been on Life's Journey!!

                                                                    By Sam x

AGE is just a number
its what you did with the Years that really matters.
                                                          By Sam x

Age and Wisdom go hand in hand
Birthdays just record it.
                                     By Sam x

This is the Poem I wrote after I saw a plea for a Poem on FB, the Lady said her Granddaughter was 18 years Old but that they lived in Australia so she wanted a Spcial verse for her.

For My Granddaughter

For My Granddaughter I send an "Air Kiss"
for this your Special Day

18 WOW!

a HUG will jump out from this card
Quickly, catch it now. xxx

Although I can't be with you
You MUST know how much I care
Because I LOVE YOU DEARLY
You will feel my presence there!!!
                                     By Sam x

I would normally say feel free to use any of the Card verses I put on here but I would prefer you not to for now,  If you wanted a specific one written I could give it a go???  I have written a few specific verses for people on FB, and at home.

Right I am off now.

I hope you like my Ditties

Luv Sam

O'h I do like to be beside the Seaside!

So I have written a few Ditties about the beach. 

I don't think anyone will really want to read this Blog but I do have some verses for cards too so it's a way to record them in case I loose my poetry Books. 

For this one I made a Tag/card for a DT Project a few years ago and needed a verse - My Mam always loved to be beside the sea and I have really good memories of us all at the beach when we were kids. There were five of us Girls and not a lot of cash so we had to share two swimming costumes between us. The Costume was always really wet and cold by the time it was my turn? Still there was always the Skirt tucked in the side of your knickers thing if you were just paddling!!  

So this is short and sweet but just brings my Mam right back to me. Xxx

 

Golden Sands

Happy Memories of Golden Sands

of Ice-Cream Chips and Tea

But most of all my darling

Happy Memories of you and me. xx

                                         By Sam



Front and Back, this Tag fitted into a square envelope, wish I could still get hold of these.

 

 

 

So here is another Beachy Poem I wrote round about? O'h My Goodness it was about 23 years ago???

I did get an offer to put this in a Poetry book but everyone talked me out of it and said it was a con because they wanted you to buy a book too??  How is that a con? to buy a book that you have a Poem Published in?? I wish I hadn't listened to them.  I found out later it was cosha too.

 

O'h I do like to be beside the seaside....

 

I wandered along feeling grand

My toes were sinking in the sand

the Sea was splashing on my legs

the Seaweed floating out in dregs

 

The wind was blowing in my Face

I was alone, but I had to race

along the Beach and in the Sea

running and skipping, O'h silly me?

 

I love the Sea I love the Sand

I love the Shells here in my hand

I love the smell I love the breeze

I paddle deep, up to my knees

 

I did a second verse afterwards. There was an oil slick and I saw a sad little bird in a newspaper with its wings out to the side and it couldn't move because of all the oil. 

I cried for that poor little Bird all day.

 

Birds 

 

I wandered down to the sand

now I'm not feeling quite so grand

the Sea's not splashing on my legs

the Birds are floating out in dregs

 

Their feathers are covered in oily grime

they are dying slow, they've had their time.

O'h Man, will you ever learn

I should point out its soon our turn

we dish out death like you've never seen

It'll be much worse if we don't go green.!!

 

one friend once said to me "Green"??? Yes I said as in The Green Piece Women who spent years outside of a nuclear base trying to get our Country to disarm.  Everyone thought they were bonkers at the time. In fact in the Forces I had to pretend to be one of them and try to attack an Aircraft so that the Men could learn how to handle them???  Now I think they were heroes!  They gave up their whole structure of life to try to fight for the safety of the World.

 

Oh dear, getting a bit deep here so I think I will call it a day on this Post.

If anyone is interested, thank you for checking out this Blog, if no-one is interested I will write it anyway.  I am very shy about my Poems and Ditties because I have absolutely no idea if they are any good.  But they are there, so I will keep recording them on this Blog and then maybe print the whole thing page by page and make a Journal with it.

 Luv Sam

x

 

Thank You RNLI

Hi there, I started this Blog ages ago but haven't had the nerve to use it really.  Its my Poems and Little Ditties, I don't have a lot of control over some of them they just pop into my head, I hardly ever alter what I first write down because if I think about it too much they deteriorate instead of getting better.   I have been writing poems and ditties for about 24 years, after a traumatic time in my life I realised I was thinking in rhyme I grabbed a pen and wrote two very long peoms - it was coming in my head so fast I couldn't keep up and had to write it cryptic and then go back later to write it out in full?  So maybe trauma or severe sadness brings out something else in our brain that we have been saving to guide us through a rainy day. 
 

 

My boat was just a Dingy!!

A bit miserable your poetry isn't it my Sister said to me one day??? Mmmm I thought it is a bit.  So after I was over this sad time - or what I now term as a "lucky escape from a bad relationship" I started to write little ditties about situations and people I know.  People started to ask me for poems or ditties and we used to have little competitions. Most of them are too personal to the people in the situation, like the one I wrote about a breakup in our Department when I worked at Allied Dunbar in Swindon naming every person who worked there - one of my best but it means nothing to anyone else. There is the one I wrote as a Promo for a friend who was the PR Manager at Super Bowl.  They wanted to get "Mr Motivator" there (for those too young to remember Mr Motivator used to do a Morning TV slot "Motivating" people to be fit and healthy and went round the country filming people in the work place.  So anyway Apparently he had thought my poem was really good and came along, so I was invited to join in and was on TV all dressed up in my Suit ready for nip off to work straight after, so not the best attire for a keep fit session?  The cameral Man did a few zoom in shots of my "necklace!????? How embarrassing, still it was fun and it felt great to know that something I wrote helped to make that happen!

 

So I will tell you more later, if you are interested that is. 

 

I am going to start with a Verse/Poem/Ditty whatever you think it should be called, about a near death experience I had. If I was a Cat I would be clinging on to those few lives I had left I tell you.  A Car Accident, a Train Crash, a Fire explosion in a wooden building, Standing and loosing my balance at the top of a cliff when drunk??? And then this...........
 

 NATIONAL: 2009 busiest year on record for RNLI lifeboat crews and lifeguards
 

Two days before this happened we were at a Theme Park, I walked into the theme park saw an RNLI stand and said to  my Hubbie  "I must sign up to give them some money", "Can't it wait till we get home"? he said. "NO" I said, "I want to do it now"!!

 
An ODE to say THANK YOU RNLI

 Rescued at Sea? That would be me! Oh what a scary day, lost all control of my body when the waves carried me away. Five minutes I had been there, not very long at all? From up to my knees, to "rescue me please" can anyone hear me call? The waves came and took me and my board, and pushed all other swimmers to Shaw, but kept me with it pulling me back till I could see the beach no more!!

Down in the Swell is a lonely place, I never want to go there again. I shouted for help, quiet at first, whilst reversing past six strong men, one of them tried to swim to me but I told him to just get help. The wave pushed him forward and sent me back as he sent me a glance, heart felt.x

A swimmer appeared from behind me, "O'h what a relief" I said. "I can't get in I shouted", to him, "it's pushing me back instead"!! "I'm stuck too" said the swimmer and disappeared with the next wave, whilst the Sea was crashing over my head, I knew I had to be brave.

I clung to the board I'd bought, half an hour ago? and took stock of what I could see. The shop where I bought it up on the Cliff now looked very tiny to me?

 I couldn't see the beach at all, I felt I could maybe soon die? An earie silence hung over me, Till a flash of Orange caught my eye. I knew the RNLI were on constant watch, but I thought I had passed them by, the swell of the water above my head must surely have been too high?

 Suddenly my heart skipped a beat, I knew I was homeward bound, the RNLI were on their way but said "we have to turn the boat around"!!!
 Noooooooooooo I shouted after them PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE??? But the waves were crashing onto the boat and then they were suddenly gone!!
They had to come in on a wave you see, they re-appeared in a flash! I grabbed the rope and almost went under when the boat hit me with a crash!
 They tried their best to pull me in, but I just got stuck to the rubber, they pulled and pulled but it did no good I was dead weight with all my Blubber!!!
"I'm sorry I'm too heavy" I cried, "I'm sorry I'm too fat"!!! they couldn't get me in, I was doomed, I thought "that's the end of that"????

"Just throw ANYTHING up on th side" one of them shouted to me. So I dug down deep for some stamina and chucked them an ARM and a KNEE!!!!
They grabbed whatever they grabbed and they threw me in the boat. One of my BOOBIES came out of my costume, a strange thing, I thought, to note????
I lay facing down all embarrassed, I really couldn't win??? My hands were shaking uncontrollably but eventually I POPPED IT BACK IN!!

I sat up shaking, silent and subdued, I thought I was alright maybe? But when I tried to talk back to them I realised I was sobbing like a Baby?
 They had to drop me off at the beach, as soon as it was possible to do. "I'm fine" I said "just chuck me out". There were others needing rescuing too. The RNLI were busy that day constantly in and out, its a rough old Sea at Perrin Sands you should just keep waving don't shout. "Like in that advert" (O'h look he's waving at us"!!)

 Its a strange and scary feeling when the Sea is in control of you. I assume if it wants to take you there's not that much that you can do!!!!

Without the RNLI where would I be today? Not only me but the thousands of others who have been rescued in this way?

A funny thing happened 2 days earlier, I set up a direct debit. The the RNLI, would you believe, "when I get home" I said, "I will TREBBLE IT" !!!!!
 So THANK YOU to all the Women and Men who work for the RNLI you got a flash of my boob and I got a fright but thanks to you I didn't die!!!

the End - or not quite yet!
By Sam Crowe

********

Rescued Aug 2009
 Age 48
Weight 10st 12 lb !!!!!
whilst Body Boarding for the first and last time.
Duration of Surf board use, from new - 15 minutes!!!!

NUMBER OF PEOPLE RESCUED WITHIN HALF AN HOUR - 47 plus me 48

Apparently it was a freak wave that had only happened once before on that beach where the sea pushed the sand from under our feet - I was only actually stood up to the depth of water just above my ankle at the time I was swept away - so BEWARE OF THE SEA.

Hope you enjoyed / found interesting / finished the Ode?

Luv Sam xxx