Nani poem.

Sausage sausage

It rained it poured

It did rain and did a poo.

by Margo Cooper 2018

A Spell - Xmas 2018

A spell has a cause

Bound bound bound

A pickle, brown

Has run out of pounds

A girl called Janice 

Has his pound

Over that hurdle 

Your eyes splatter, scatter 

What was that casket 

That came off?

If I am inclined

I will scatter.

I will scatter 

Oh Lord 

I will Saturday

On the blind hill

Those would scatter

For I would scatter

For I would. 

Where was that old coat that scattered

Eight years old

Jan the band

Rattle to scatter.

A spotted line on the dotted verse. 

by  Margo Cooper 2018

Christmas Poem 2016



Grace and peace will overcome the box

wait a moment

You was 

I am listening to and he tells me the truth in  the box. 

Get from me. 

I delight and show you up for who you are

Now get from my sight

Now

Foul now

You have made a new friend 

He has stepped into the arena

The two John's 

I give you 50 

Take it and be glad

You are now out

To carry this little sprite

So now I go

Only to check with you tomorrow

And here we go to rip

Weeeeeeeeeeee

No must pass between our lips

Jellen he

Jellen 

Joe is his father

Oh Joe don't let him. 

He's gotta go,  gotta go

Hi Joe go again

Another sips soon

Through the air

Oooooh!

Not until we lay down our thorn

Under the flowers that I have picked

We shall tware and to tagel

The terror and the people.

by Margo Cooper. Xmas 2016

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

Friendships

Friendships -

Friendships are from heaven above,
They are full of love.
They take and give to those most dear,
And bring to life, a joyful cheer.
For it's now a time to celebrate,
Lift up your hands and celebrate,
To God who loves us and gives us joy,
And brings us doves from above.

My Invisible Reality

My Invisible…….(Parkinsons causes hallucinations. Margo had two days of them before writing this)

Sand on the beach with pebbles,

Hey you lend a hand!

Plus some way you see,

I went and banged my knee,

They laughed at me! With my bruised knee!

Now we’ll see who’s up the tree!

The spider and the bee,

Its long legs came to me,

And swept me off the tree,

They were not friendly,

But I did not stay long to see,

I knew they were trouble on my corn.

Seeds of 'morrow.

New Life

and

Seeds of ‘morrow.

              

A tiny seed falls softly in the early morning mist…………..

In God’s creation under the sky,

All are given a time to die.

Some will know the pain and sorrow,

For them there will be no tomorrow.

Some will discover the joy of living,

And find new lasting love in giving,

But to be lifted high, like the seed,

First we must fade and die.

Unknown, unseen a colourful mass.

Opens ready to enfold this helpless un-born.

This tiny seed that begins to soak in the sun’s warmth and breathe…………New Life!

Now it can break free! No longer entangled in deadly weed.

It’s roots now safe  at last.

Firmly embedded in God’s rich soil.

In this child; “in need”. I longed to know?

Or is it only a dream?

“Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh”,

This perfect creation, this delicate new-born.

I now treasure deep within.

This precious gift of love freely given,

A life to cherish, to have and to hold,

Not given in terror, or fear, or infection of old.

This is surely no dream, this child I enfold.

It is then that we shall know the truth,

That only God’s peace can release,

Taking away all suffering and pain,

Only His love can redeem and fill us with joy,

Then we will breathe and be set free!

No more fear or pain or sorrow,

Only love, joy and peace,

Will light the way……….and the ‘morrow.

My burdens to heavy to combat this fight,

Please let me breathe and set me free,

Free now and forever from dreaded disease,

That love and joy,

Can set me free, release me and give me,

Everlasting Peace!

By Margo Cooper

The Hoist!

The Hoist

The " loist" is my friend, so I’m told.

So I’ll be big and bold,

And tell you a few tales, I tell of the old.

I’m not a tale tell as you will see,

And often I sit upon his knee,

But Charlie’s bad at times you see

And his knee is hard and not comfy,

But when Charlie’s good I call him Charles,

Not Prince Charles as he would like,

I tell him he is only a Prince at night,

And then keep out of my sight,

So little brother it’s plain to see,

You will never be the Monarch on my knee!

But when you play the hoist, you must be the best for me……I think I see!

My Tablet!

My Tablet

Here’s your tablet

To wallow and to swallow,

That is delicious!

OW!

Ow!

Ow!

You’re treading on my toe,

Oh, Oh, Oh, No!

Where’s the rhyme? You let it go!

Now we’ll see all those busies in the bees,

Chase you up into those trees.

Get away from the garden and the fleas,

Bees don’t do all the work!

The others do! You quirk.

by Margo Cooper September 2013