Margo wrote this poem in memory of a special lady.

For Riffat.

 Now a spud on his shoulder And a spud in the field.

There's ever a man who ever did weald. He loved a girl and married her right.

 He was the guy she held tight.
 He took no time for wining and dining.
 He went bent low to lift her right up.
She did blow to hit his head for it was low and shiney and she was learning to write instead.

 So there they stood when at last don't we know a dust of glow from above to below like confetti would you know.

 So they stand in sted and sail To hear the bells doing ting a ling ling.

 And at lasty blast all the bells in Shropshire sing.

 Bucket and bales At last become Queen and King.

Gosport

Immanuel GOD'S PORT OUR HAVEN!

Hallucinations

They have had the effect they should have had! What? The Hallucinations! Their destruction. They achieved what they set out to achieve. To Wreak havoc and destroy what is good. To take away friendship, destruction from those who are cherished. But my friendship is built upon a rock, not easily knocked. It firmly stands both wind and rain, it gives me no pain. I trust you see. Looks far out to sea. Beyond the rocks that wait for me. The quick sand that hunger for my house. They have no hope they fail to see. It's God alone that watches over me.

Mind of the Poet

I'm not doing it to order, You see I can't I've just gone blank, How much more do you want? All i've got? is that enough? Because all i've got is what you see, that s me. Now how about a cup of tea? by Margo Cooper

Margo's Poem For Advent..

A 

sudden

 bong, 

a bang in my ear. 

It was my little friend, 

who is always near.

 Today is the day that she travels afar, 

to have a special plaque put in her ear, 

of course it is Christmas cheer 

and it is a Westminster chime that will ring out clear. 

For clock in waiting I have been signed. 

This is a great privilege to be so near

 and sing ding  doings in her ear. 

Ring out and shout it is I!

  Do not fear ,

 just a little tune,

 and trust a little

to give us 

cheer. 

by margo cooper

Immanuel!

Abraham the father of Isaac
Isaac the father of Jacob,
Jacob had Judah and  brother's of course
Who traveled from Canaan to Egypt by horse.


Boaz the father of Obed,
who's mother was Ruth,
Obed the father of Jesse
and Jesse the father of David the King.
He is the one who leads the way,
We'll tell of the others as we play,
until we come to Jehosephat,
The one who won the day!
Now certain ones leap out at you more.
Like Jacob the father of Joseph of course
 The husband of Mary, the mother of Christ,
Who he called Messiah.
14 generations from Abraham to David ,
14 generations to  Babylonian rule,
14 generations after Babylon proceeded,
Until the birth of  Jesus.

 by Margo Cooper

Letter to my friend.

Dear Dee,

At last I write to you!

A letter of joy and laughter.

Sorry you had to wait for so long and still have hope to write more,

when the postman comes through the door!

Now it is leaving soon.

Look see! And yet another letter has come.

Here upon the mat.

Here I sit and dream that you too will bring the cat,

who sits so patiently on the mat.

Well now that’s the word to begin.

Take you by surprise and give a crafty grin.

We have so much news for you the lucky one.

 I too!

 Just wait for me to do up my shoe,

And go to the loo,

And then I’ll tell you tales that happened,

Of not long ago,

And tell the tale of broken bones, that make you groan.

Surprise, surprise I’m now on two feet,

And free to tell this story as it began,

And gave me no joy, but pain and grief,

Now I share my broken bones,

In the story that I have told.

I can at last walk on two feet,

Not as smart as I did dwell,

But I long to make me well,

So one day soon,

All will at last be complete,

With my hips and my feet.

Love from Margo xx