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Sunday, 18 December 2011

The Stringy Shopping Bag


We are told to avoid plastic bags:
They’re not good for the O-Zone
So I bought myself a stringy bag
To carry all my shopping home.

It started off so tiny
I wondered if it would cope
With all the things I had to buy
From tins to bars of soap

Trolley loaded to the brim
I was as proud as proud can be,
I was helping the environment
With my bag so small and stretchy

I waited in the checkout line
Carrier firmly in my hand!
Proud I was of that stringy bag
I was going to save this land!

The lady behind the checkout desk
Scanned everything in my trolley.
I started to put things in that bag
I was feeling rather jolly!

The bag began to stretch right out
It became twice its normal size
I shoved and squeezed, puffed out my cheeks
I really was surprised.

The amount of things that bag could hold
Amazed everyone in that store,
Because when I thought it was done
I could squeeze in something more.

The food kept coming down the belt
My bag was becoming huge
But still I pushed and shoved things in
My face was rather rouge.

That stringy bag, I thought would break
But it was strong as steel.
I filled and filled it to the brim
With every kind of meal

When at last I came to pay,
My look changed from proud, to funny
Because I’d not brought my leather bag
Which contained all my money.

So with a face as red as fire
I had to unpack that bag;
The woman behind the checkout desk
Was looking rather mad!

The manager came over to me
And waved his great big hand!
And said in angry, vicious tones
“Do this again and you’ll be banned!”

So all forlorn, I left that place
Stringy bag shrunk to normal size
Looking back at the superstore
I wiped large tears from my eyes!

The moral of the story is
You may want to save this land,
But make sure you bring your money with you
To stop you from being banned!

© Carolyn Davison


Sunday, 4 December 2011

The Bright Morning Star

This can be sung to the tune Kingsfold

I looked and saw the baby small
Lying in a stable bare.
His head was resting on the straw
No royal robes to wear.
The stench rose up and touched his nose;
It was likened to our sin!
The baby came to die for us;
He is the King of kings!

The shepherds sat in fields at night
With darkness all around!
The silence broke; with heavenly song,
The angels' joyful sound.
The darkness of the world will break
For the Light of Salvation's come! 
The Saviour of the world is here
To take His children home!

The wise men came from lands afar
Bearing presents for the King!
They brought gold and frankincense and myrrh:
The future, they did bring!
The Heavenly Babe, the Morning Star,
To a darkened world, brings light!
Accept the Saviour as your own:
He dispels the inward night!

Written 4th December 2011


© Carolyn Davison

 









Monday, 28 November 2011

My Grampy's Pet

A long time ago
When ships had sails
My Grampy was a sailor
Sailing from Wales

His father before him
Sailed the wide blue
In ships full of young
Enthusiastic crew

My grampy sailed to the African Coast
And picked up an animal
That was finer than most

He was oh so tiny
His fur was so black
His eyes were so doleful
Nothing he lacked

My grampy brought home
That beautiful boy
Nurtured and cared for him
Like a special new toy

But that tiny monkey
Just grew and he grew
Until he was so big
My grampy didn't know
What to do

So he put round his neck
A thick steel chain
To stop him from running away
In the rain

But the creature grew so strong
It snapped every link
And bit my dear grampy
Oh! What to think!

My great-grandmother cried
"This thing is a killer!
How could you bring home
A massive gorilla?

"You must let him go
I can bear it no more
Please take this animal
Out of the door!"

"OK dearest mother!"
My Grampy replied
"I will send him off!"
"Oh good!" she sighed

"But please do not hurt him
I don't want him to be
In terrible pain because of
Your foolery!"

So great granny went out
To bring in provisions!
My grampy had to make
An important decision.

How to get rid of that
Creature so black!
To Africa he couldn't
Take the boy back

So he went to a neighbour
And borrowed a gun
And shot that poor creature
Who weighed half a ton!

The moral of the story is
Do not bring back
Cute little creatures
So tiny and black

They may not be 
What you expected at all
Like the big black gorilla 
Who was 6 foot tall...

©Carolyn Davison


Apparently so the story goes - my grampy DID bring back what he thought was a cute little monkey who grew up to be a massive male gorilla. The creature bit my Grampy (in the neck), broke his chain etc! 

My grampy and is brother apparently shoot the poor animal while their mother was out - they cleaned up the house where they shot him before their mother came home and told her the gorilla didn't feel a thing!

Whether this was just an adventure story made up for his kids and grandchildren, I don't know - my grampy was a character - he died in 1990! (He did have a scar on his neck)

He used to play for Shirley Bassey in the pubs before she became famous! (I wonder if she remembers him...) He played banjo (and I think guitar)! Cool guy with a great sense of humour!

Elvis' Songs Story

OK, not technically a poem, but here it is all the same:

As I walked in the ghetto one day there was trouble when I stepped on someone's new blue suede shoes and tripped over their hound dog! A guy yelled across the street and said,

"Hey little sister, don't be cruel, you got a wooden heart?. If you keep that up it's a matter of time 'til ya unplugged!"

I have to admit that I was all shook up and felt like I had a fever on my brow.

"You don't know me," I shouted back, "I'm not the devil in disguise. A fool such as I doesn't mean to do those things. It's just too much that you think I'm cruel. I feel so bad and I beg of you to treat me nice. How do you think I feel? I just can't help believing that I've got a lot of lovin' to do. I have a feeling in my body that I have to surrender to you! I am wondering, are you lonesome tonight? I gotta know!"

"Lawdy Miss Clawdy, a little less conversation. You're a heartbreaker so I've heard! I got stung once before by way down in the bar called Blue Moon of Kentucky! In good ole Nevada! Viva Las Vegas is all I can say!"

"But it's now or never! I am paralyzed by your gaze, just don't have blue eyes crying in the rain. I'm doin the best I can under the circumstances. I am looking for fame and fortune, but also a guitar man who is playing for keeps. Reconsider baby or else I may have to stay in heartbreak hotel and you wouldn't want that!"

"That's alright mama, my happiness is a good luck charm to me - I don't need no one else, little darlin'!"

Sentimental me - that's who I am! I guess it would have been a one sided love affair anyway! Poor boy, it's him who's missing out! If I can dream then where's the harm in that? I guess he will be always on my mind! I have one broken heart for sale now because I was trying to get to you and be in your arms! I thought I was the one and you would love me tender! Such a night of romance we could have had! But instead you would rather be at home with old shep! I'll hold you in my heart and never return to sender. The wonder of you makes me think that any place is paradise!

"The lady loves me!" He said turning to his girl, "but she's not you - Phew!" he said looking at his woman! "I'm left, you're right and she's gone and as long as I have you, let me be your teddy bear!"

His woman was a girl of my best friend. I had such a night of sadness and a mess of blues! Oh well I was trying to get you, but now you've lost that loving feeling I will have a blue Christmas and be solitaire forever!

Monday, 21 November 2011

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Sunday, 20 November 2011

Gentle Baby - Dying Lamb - Risen Saviour

Gently formed in maiden’s womb
The Redeemer of mankind.
Small and weak and helpless
Being formed to heal the blind

Tiny arms and tiny legs
Stretching in the womb
Being formed to die for us;
To defeat death in the tomb

Gentle babe, no kingly robes
Swaddling band as humble sheet.
Naked in birth, naked in death
Nails will pierce His feet.

Fingers grasping Mary’s hand
Smile upon His face.
Nails driven through His palms
He dies to take our place

Safely in His mother’s arms
No love for Him she lacks.
Becoming sin for all He calls
His Father turns His back.

Beautiful babe in animal stall
Life in every breath.
Lying in a darkened tomb
Conquering hell and death.

Heavenly babe lying still
Prophetic gifts are given.
Tomb lies empty
The Saviour lives!
He intercedes in heaven.
©Carolyn Davison (written 3rd December 2009)

The Precious Gift

No shining tinsel in the stall
No Christmas wreaths upon the wall
No lights nor tree, no singing stranger
Just a small babe in a manger

No decorations in the stable
No plump turkey on the table
No moist pudding or Christmas cake
But a babe who came for our sake

No ringing bells in church steeple
No celebration, nor laughing people
No stockings, no baubles on the tree
Just a babe who was from eternity

No pomp offered to the King
No rich palace for Him to live in
Just a manger and a stall
For the only Precious Gift of all

No religious leader came to Him;
But shepherds and some wise kings.
A lowly place of manger and stall
For the only Precious Gift of all 

©Carolyn Davison

There is a Time

Christmas is a time for giving
A time for self-sacrifice
A time of fun and laughter
A joyous time for living

Christmas is a time for sharing
A time for songs
A time for eating and drinking
A time to start caring

Christmas is a time for family and friends
A time for peace
A time for lights
A time we wished there was no end

Christmas is a time we should remember
A time to reflect
A time to recall!
It's not just another day in December

In the fulness of time God sent
His only begotten Son
Who lived a life we could not
To Calvary He went

In the fulness of time He will come again
From the place beyond our comprehension
He will take His redeemed
To the place where there is no time

©Carolyn Davison

The Virtuous Woman

Who is this wife

So rare and precious

Who has a worth above a gem?

Who is the man

Who safely trusts her?

He is above all other men.



Who is this wife

Who does him good

Who works hard with her hands?

Who cooks with love

She brings him food

From a myriad of lands.



Who is this wife

Rising at night

To feed those in her home?

She works with love

And tenderness

With joy, and not a moan.



Who is this wife?

She sees a field

She buys it for some vines

To grow fresh grapes

So she can make

Some rare and precious wines.


Who is this wife

Who works all day?

Her lamp is lit all night

She spins and weaves;

Makes fine clothes

Her heart just shines with light.



Who is this wife

Who sees the need

Of those so poorly fed?

She reaches out

Her eager hands

To give them living bread.



Who is this wife

Who has no fear

Of snow within her breast?

Her family are

Always clothed

With the finest and the best.



Who is this wife

Of wisdom rare

Kindness upon her tongue?

Glory, praise

And honour are hers

As a song of joy is sung!



Blessed is this wife

Who works

For the glory of her Lord

Strength and virtue

She shall wear

And honour is her word



Deceitful is all

Worldly charm;

Beauty passes away!

But the one who

Serves and obeys the Lord,

A crown will wear one day.

©Carolyn Davison

When the Lord Speaks

I wanted to have a career
I didn't want to be at home
I wanted to be like other women
So all I did was moan

I wanted to have a big house
I wanted my own car
I wanted lots of holidays
To countries, near and far

But the Lord in all His tenderness
One day, took me aside
And said - "My dear daughter!"
These I can provide

"But I didn't call you to go out to work
To have your own career
I wanted you at home so that
You'd have time to draw near

"My Son is building a house for you;
A mansion in the sky
You do not need these worldly things
You're the apple of my eye

"So come dear daughter, the one I saved,
Your life is fulfilled in Me.
I will love and provide for you
Throughout eternity!"

So now I see God's plan for me
Is to serve Him in my home
I have a peace all over me
And now I never moan

©Carolyn Davison (6th June 2008)

Oh Dearie Dearie Me

The week just gone - in rhyme...



Oh dearie dearie me

What have I gone and done

I've eaten so much junk this week

I could eclipse the sun.



I started off really good

With my RC Solo Slim

Sticking to the dieting plan

Not quite hitting the gym...



Then it struck, the other day

A migraine I had

I haven't stopped eating guff

I feel really really bad



2 packs of crisps at lunch time

2 doughnuts for my tea

A myriad of other things

What's happening to me?



I've just polished off a box

Of M&S Mini Mince Pies

If I gain weight next week

It won't be a big surprise!



Where has my self discipline gone?

Why is it so hard

To stick to a menu!

I'm really really baa'd (not sheepish though)



OK tomorrow I'm at a friends

So Tues it will have to be

Starting on the Solo Slim

And working through my DVD's (exercise ones of course)...

©Carolyn Davison 2011

Written 20th November 2011

Welcome to Avon

Fun poem to welcome the new Avon President (2011)
[Scott Schlackman]
Welcome to Avon
President Scott
I think you'll agree
We're the best of the lot
We love to raise money
For various things;
By selling pink ribbons
And empowerment rings

We sell 'round the doors
Of our local 'hoods;
Ordering and selling
Some wonderful goods

From lipsticks to make-up
Shower gels and creams
We can't get enough,
Or so it would seem

We hold Avon parties
In houses or pubs
To boost our businesses:
Which we all love

Some of us even
Recruit for our teams,
So more and more people
Can access our creams

So we warmly welcome
You, to the UK
And say altogether -
"How ya doin' today?"

©Carolyn Davison April 2011

The 12 Days of Badman's Christmas

Some of you may remember this man - Badman - he wanted to change Home education forever with the most ridiculous proposals! I wrote the alternative version to the 12 Days of Christmas!

On the 1st day of Christmas Badman sent to me -

a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 2nd day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 3rd day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 4th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 Social Workers,

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 5th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 6th Day of Christmas Badman sent to me

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 7th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 8th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

8 Registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 9th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 10th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 11th day of Christmas Badman sent to me

11 Government Policies,

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;


On the 12th day of Christmas my shredder came to me so I shredded:

11 Government Policies,

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC!


©Carolyn Davison 2009

The Night Before Christmas (2)

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the nation
Christians were gathered
With joy and elation;
To celebrate the coming
Of their glorious King,
Who came to clean up
Their hearts full of sin.



He humbled Himself
Came as a babe in a crib
Living on earth
To love and forgive;
Healing the sick,
The lame and the blind
The demon-possessed
And the feeble of mind.


He taught many people
Redemption and grace
To love another
Through the trials they face.
He went to the cross
To show His pure love;
To take on the wrath
Of His Father above


After three days in the tomb
He arose!
Victor o’er death
And the vile hellish foes;
Now He’s ascended
To heaven above
The Great Intercessor
With a heart full of love!


So come let’s remember
On this Christmas Day
The wonderful Saviour
Who in a crib lay;
Will one day return
No longer a babe
To gather His people
He joyfully saved.

By Carolyn Davison

From
© Pools of Living Water 2009

The Night Before Christmas (1)

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I think we can bet
That millions of people
Have gone into debt;
To buy special presents,
Some big and some small.
Some will be accepted,
Some not at all

Cupboards are loaded
With excesses of food
Fridges with beer,
Other alcohol too.
Children, excited
Won’t go to bed late,
They try to be good -
Make everyone a mate

Nothing will change
As they all grow
‘Cause Christmas is about
Goodwill, as you know.
So if someone knocks over
Your drink in the bar
You brush it aside
Just for one day a year

Have you ever stopped and wondered
Why it’s not the same
As other celebrations
You could care to name?
Is it really about
A fat man in red coat;
Lights, decorations
And carnival floats?

Is it about getting yourself
Into debt?
Getting uptight
And starting to fret?
Have I bought this
And have I bought that?
I mustn’t forget
My dear pet cat!

There’s far more to Christmas
Than you could ever expect.
A Man came to pay for
Your life full of debt;
He came to this earth
To live a life we could not
He paid for our sins
When He went to the cross

He was born in a stable,
A manger for a crib
He taught many people
How to love and forgive.
He even loves those
Who mock Him and tease
And try to destroy Him
By the lives that they lead

For 2,000 years people have
Tried to destroy
Every man, every woman,
Every girl, every boy
Who truly believes
That He is the One
Who is their Redeemer
And God’s only Son

But for 2,000 years
The church still goes on;
No liberal, no commie
Can destroy God’s own Son.
So whether you believe
He came to save YOU!
Have a very Merry Christmas
And Happy New Year too!

By Carolyn Davison
From
© Pools of Living Water 2009

Remember Remember

I remember remember the fifth of November;

The kids on the corners with guys!

They'd ask for a penny,

And if they got any

Their faces would look so surprised!



I remember remember the fifth of November

The sparklers we'd all whizz around

We'd write in the air

Avoiding our hair

Then toss them burnt out, on the ground



I remember remember the fifth of November

The rockets would fly way up high!

The bonfire was huge;

Heat making us rouge

With excitement you'd hear us all cry



I remember remember the fifth of November

The colours as bright as the sun.

Fireworks popped and whizzed

And sparkled and fizzed

Oh those nights were such fun!


©Carolyn Davison 2011 (written 31st October 2011)

Shallow Life

Your life is as shallow as a half dug grave;
With your smoking and your drinking and your drug-filled raves!
You think you're cool with your body full of rings,
With your implanted horns and the trash that you sing!

Your life's in the gutter - as base as can be;
With your swearing and your sex-talk and your blas-phem-y!
You think you're cool with your breasts hanging out
With your mouth so vile as you scream and shout!

Your life is like rubbish that rots on a tip;
With your drinking binges, and your big fat spliff!
You think you're cool when you're high as a kite
When you go down the town and you start some fights!

Your life will end in a lonely, black grave;
Cos of your smoking and your drinking and your drug filled raves!
Nothing left behind but your bones and your rings,
Implanted horns, but no songs to sing

Deeper than the gutter - your coffin will be
No more swearing, no more sex-talk, no more blas-phem-y
No more low cut clothes with your breasts hanging out.
Silence, just silence, you won't scream or shout!

Your body will rot like rubbish on a tip;
Your time is done, like your burnt out spliff.
No more highs; no flying like a kite,
No more town trips and no more fights.



©Carolyn Davison 2011