http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/Poetry and personalen-EUhttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/db/3dce22885d9323f7ad78b654b39d62_160x200.jpg<p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/more-from-ghana-4315881/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/more-from-ghana-4315881/Sat, 14 Jun 2008 20:00:14 +0200 <p>Wow was a rush flying was 6 hours was a bit long for a long legged soul like me.<br> Arrived in Kotoka at 4 am and Lucy wasnt there to meet me.<br> Met up with 4 guys Felix, Desmond and 2 unpronounceables. They relieved me of £35 on beer and bullshit. Nice start <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Lucys's brother Jeff arrived and I gave him the manly hug I'd promised him all those months ago. With him was Dorothys brother Stephen and Dzigbodi a young guy who turned out to be a right proper laughing boy, you know? the class clown ? what a great guy.......... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/12/my-journal-entries-from-my-first-flight-4308428/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/12/my-journal-entries-from-my-first-flight-4308428/Thu, 12 Jun 2008 22:36:28 +0200 <p>Well this magical journey got so much better. I went to Ghana to find out if I was<br> (a) in love with the woman I thought<br> (b) being fleeced by that same woman<br> (c) really sure about what I'd been reading</p> <p>Well .......... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/11/wow-what-a-rush-ghana-was-4303476/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/06/11/wow-what-a-rush-ghana-was-4303476/Wed, 11 Jun 2008 20:55:58 +0200 <p>At 6:50 on the 2nd of May my Father died aged 76<br> He finally succumbed to the cancer which he'd been fighting for a year or so<br> He leaves a legacy of 5 grown up children who appreciate his hard work and caring A caring wife who right up to the end has shown great diligence and caring which seems to know no bounds.</p> <p>Some knew you as dad<br> others knew you as peter<br> your hard work away from home<br> made our lives that little bit sweeter</p> <p>Your humour made us laugh out loud<br> and taught us how to joke<br> we learnt that the most important thing<br> wasnt what you said it was simple just the .............<br> Timing<br> from dressing up in kilt and wellies<br> to falling in the water<br> from showing us how to look a fool<br> be it son or daughter<br> you never shied away from laughing at you or someone else</p> <p>Sharing time in your trucks<br> travelling far and wide<br> we got to share your dreams sometimes<br> blessed to be by your side</p> <p>Dad youve gone on the furthest trip<br> youll ever have to travel<br> when you get there give god the nod<br> or theres a backload down to hell</p> <p>rest in peace Dad<br> I love you lots </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/05/02/death-4122614/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/05/02/death-4122614/Fri, 02 May 2008 14:08:57 +0200 <p>"Call Off The Search"</p> <p>I won't spend my life<br> Waiting for an angel to descend<br> Searching for a rainbow with an end<br> Now that I've found you I'll call off the search<br> And I won't spend my life<br> Gazing at the stars up in the sky<br> Wondering if love will pass me by<br> Now that I've found you I'll call off the search</p> <p>Out on my own<br> I would never have known this world<br> That I see today<br> And I've got a feeling<br> It won't fade away</p> <p>And I won't end my days<br> Wishing that love would come along<br> Because you are in my life where you belong<br> Now that I've found you I'll call off the search </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/call_off_the_search~3702897/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/call_off_the_search~3702897/Sat, 09 Feb 2008 16:51:41 +0100 <p>The Closest Thing To Crazy Lyrics<br> Artist(Band):Katie Melua<br> Review The Song (20) Print the Lyrics<br> How can I think I'm standing strong,<br> Yet feel the air beneath my feet?<br> How can happiness feel so wrong?<br> How can misery feel so sweet?<br> How can you let me watch you sleep,<br> Then break my dreams the way you do?<br> How can I have got in so deep?<br> Why did I fall in love with you?</p> <p>CHORUS:<br> This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been<br> Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,<br> This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,<br> I was never crazy on my own…<br> And now I know that there's a link between the two,<br> Being close to craziness and being close to you.</p> <p>How can you make me fall apart<br> Then break my fall with loving lies?<br> It's so easy to break a heart;<br> It's so easy to close your eyes.<br> How can you treat me like a child<br> Yet like a child I yearn for you?<br> How can anyone feel so wild?<br> How can anyone feel so blue? </p> <p><a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx/?mkt=en-gb&vid=9c3e37f7-e5a6-454e-a145-37a3abdc42e3&tab=s75&wa=wsignin1.0">http://video.msn.com/video.aspx/?mkt=en-gb&vid=9c3e37f7-e5a6-454e-a145-37a3abdc42e3&tab=s75&wa=wsignin1.0</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_closest_thing_to_crazy~3702865/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_closest_thing_to_crazy~3702865/Sat, 09 Feb 2008 16:42:15 +0100 <p>How do i describe<br> the feelings there inside<br> enraptured with a feeling<br> because youre so appealing</p> <p>personality and grace<br> and such a beautiful face</p> <p>how did i get so lucky<br> that you had to contact me<br> its just like winning<br> all three lottery</p> <p>all the things i read<br> about love desire and need<br> dont truly explain to me<br> what you really mean to me</p> <p>you maybe 3 thousand miles away<br> but that wont stop me knowing<br> that destiny will make us meet<br> because our love is growing </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/all_that_s_making_me_happy~3702797/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/all_that_s_making_me_happy~3702797/Sat, 09 Feb 2008 16:27:28 +0100 <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/06/e_dey_be~3690569/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/06/e_dey_be~3690569/Wed, 06 Feb 2008 23:10:21 +0100 <p><a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UMH86_UqFw4&feature=related">http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UMH86_UqFw4&feature=related</a></p> <p>Koko Kaina what an angelic voice </p> <p>Haarlem gospel</p> <p>Nice gospel gathering</p> <p>Bridge over troubled waters</p> <p>modern gospel</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/05/title~3684401/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/05/title~3684401/Tue, 05 Feb 2008 20:14:30 +0100 <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/03/more_bee_here~3673379/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/03/more_bee_here~3673379/Sun, 03 Feb 2008 15:18:46 +0100 <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/03/for_you_bee~3673229/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2008/02/03/for_you_bee~3673229/Sun, 03 Feb 2008 14:44:15 +0100 <p>If life is what you make it, what was I thinking?<br> if a cocktail is a mix of drink , then what was I drinking?<br> my mind is now a turmoil of needs and thoughts and fears<br> my heart is tumbling over not knowing if its arrows or spears </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/confusion~3493421/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/confusion~3493421/Wed, 26 Dec 2007 21:05:45 +0100 <p>Im going to try and write without making rhyme, but hopefully reason.<br> The door closed on my marriage (and my life I thought)2 years ago.I soon lost my job too, self worth, raison d'etre the lot all gone.</p> <p> I thought I would be destined to be either dead or lonely. My depression was swift and unforgiving, every little morsel of missing family life was like a knife through my heart. It took a long time not to have those feelings in my heart like I was just about to be been pushed off a cliff. (you know the heart in your mouth thing?)<br> I never thought I'd ever know what love could feel like again, as I'd put all my eggs in the "Im here to stay basket". What do you do when youve lost all your eggs? Well you have to admit you wont be making omelettes for a while. Anyway with the help of prozac I did get better.<br> I had councilling and conviction,seperation and isolation. What kept me going? I just never got to the point of giving up, I always thought it wasnt quite the end. There is also the priceless people who have helped me along the way. My Mum is a diamond unstinting love and devotion to my well being Auntie Jax who being in a similar situation a few times gave me her knowledge and advice freely. Angie who I met in a depression forum has always made me feel welcome and has given me someone to help and in doing so has taken my own burden off me. Marc who Ive known a few years from online gaming drove up from Kent just to come say Hi and we went out for a drink and chat he was and still is fantastic. His partner and fiancee Peggy is particularly special she stands out as a beacon of hope for anyone who thinks they have problems. This lady has and still is recovering from a horrendous accident with such incredible courage and fortitude that it made my situation seem a lot less important. She is by far the most wise and intelligent ,can I say mentor? that Ive met I love her dearly.<br> So how did I get better? I dropped out, I admitted that this would take time so I would wake at a normal time, computor on game loaded and I would hide in that game most days it would use up my thinking power so I couldnt think about the mess I was in. Gradually I was sleeping more during the day but also a full nights sleep too ( Mum always said sleep is a healer) However I got to a point where I felt better mentally but was always tired in the afernoon so I decided I had to leave the prozac behind and thats what Ive done Its been over a year since I last had any and lifes good.<br> The job I got sacked from I thought I'd never do again. Well 2 years later Im back with the same employer who sacked me <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">, better job better pay and much better working conditions.<br> I feel like im the cat with all the cream especially after meeting Lucy she is sooo pretty ,intelligent and not embittered by modern female thinking (make of that what you will <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/23/my_journey_out_of_depression~3480904/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/23/my_journey_out_of_depression~3480904/Sun, 23 Dec 2007 03:15:45 +0100 <p>My Dad is really keen<br> for Lucy to be seen<br> For opinions to be aired<br> and conversation to be shared</p> <p>He has took a shine to her<br> just by the picture on my phone<br> he likes the way she looks<br> he want me to bring her home</p> <p>Mum is quite keen as well<br> but has reservations one can tell<br> Careful of how I drive<br> and also how I live</p> <p>she only wants whats best for me<br> not wanting to see me sad<br> we all dont know if Lucy is<br> the best Ive ever had</p> <p>Time will tell us all<br> what we all need to know<br> If destiny found cupid<br> tied up in a bow </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/21/destiny_and_cupid~3476159/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/21/destiny_and_cupid~3476159/Fri, 21 Dec 2007 21:01:03 +0100 <p>three thousand two hundred and ninety four miles<br> is all thats between me and dear Lucy's smiles<br> added to that is 4 days of time?<br> until that pretty lady will be arms that are mine</p> <p>Im waiting so patiently up to a point<br> when upon her lips a kiss I will anoint<br> She will respond with passion and love<br> and I will thank the heavens above</p> <p>I write poetry for easing my heart<br> to see it in words it is just the start<br> its a way of describing feelings that I've got<br> its covers the bases where "I love you" does not</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/2000_miles~3457826/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/2000_miles~3457826/Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:59:39 +0100 <p>Im beginning to feel<br> its more and more real<br> im beginning to believe<br> what Im about to receive</p> <p>theres so many ways this could turn to disaster<br> trying it slow when I should be going faster<br> I have to be me I need to understand<br> that however it goes its out of our hands</p> <p>I have to believe that Lucy is honest and true<br> that she knows who I am and i respond right on cue<br> Im scared of not living up to her dream<br> of me being her king and her being my queen</p> <p>However this turns out I relish the thought<br> of living a life that I know I ought<br> I've so much to give and dreams to fulfill<br> I need to get a move on before Im over the hill</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/trepidatious~3457743/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/trepidatious~3457743/Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:48:48 +0100 <p>I dont remember it being quite like this<br> For sure its its a different thing<br> to fall in love with someone invisible,<br> electronic and temporary<br> but why does she make my heart sing?</p> <p>I feel incredibly foolish<br> for believing all that I read<br> my heart tells me one thing<br> my head quite the other<br> Im truly mixed up indeed</p> <p>Im getting all the signals<br> Im full of desires and needs<br> will you really have<br> the nourishment and food<br> on which our love needs to feed? </p> <p>However things are appearing<br> however they seem to be true<br> I'm not sure i'm truly<br> comfortable with<br> everything until I meet you</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/16/is_this_love_or_am_i_dreaming~3449110/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/16/is_this_love_or_am_i_dreaming~3449110/Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:08:59 +0100 <p>I look upon your image<br> and I see such beauty there<br> from your dark eyes and lucious lips<br> to your silken brunette hair</p> <p>I gaze upon your face<br> and not a thing is out of place<br> your inviting smile is tempting<br> my body is pre-empting</p> <p>am I deceiving myself<br> do you really fall for me<br> why wouldnt you? I ask myself<br> If you really like what you see?</p> <p>I know who I really am<br> I know I have integrity<br> But you who are you?, what do you want?<br> Is it really me? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/tempting~3410405/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/tempting~3410405/Fri, 07 Dec 2007 19:15:32 +0100 <p>You know when you hear of ex wives doing unspeakable things to the alleged perpetrators property, axes in cars carving messages in paintwork , grass seeds and water on carpets etc? It seems this is ok and something to be encouraged and laughed about.<br> Yet when its done by the male its seen as victimisation or/and harrassment.</p> <p>Not a dissimilar situation when it comes to domestic violence where a very little argy bargy can result in a prosecution of the male yet more injurious crimes committed against him go unchecked or indeed laughed at by the Police. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/just_a_thought~3410342/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/just_a_thought~3410342/Fri, 07 Dec 2007 19:05:10 +0100 <p>I reach out to touch you<br> I can nearly feel you there<br> I can nearly kiss your pretty lips<br> I can really feel you care</p> <p>Yet nearly isnt good enough<br> its just not quite the same<br> as touching you all over<br> to feel the heat of our loves flame </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/05/almost~3400281/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/05/almost~3400281/Wed, 05 Dec 2007 19:27:06 +0100 <p>Outside a gale is blowing<br> inside its minus 2<br> things always seem to let us down<br> when we least want them to.</p> <p>no money tools or know how<br> its driving you round the bend<br> who can i depend on?<br> its time to call a friend </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/friend~3378610/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/friend~3378610/Sat, 01 Dec 2007 12:11:30 +0100 <p>I stroke your face and kiss your eyes<br> fill your heart with my surprise<br> Lay with you on a bed of hay<br> and watch the dawning of the day</p> <p>The birds are calling<br> the sun is low<br> the heat is rising<br> the pace is slow</p> <p>in the distance, rays of light<br> are pulling daytime from the night<br> the hum of life it starts to rise<br> another day in someones lives</p> <p>I regard the colour of the sky<br> watching life just pass us by<br> I stop myself from feeling blue<br> Just by looking right at you </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/title~3377055/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/title~3377055/Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:41:48 +0100 <p>My Mother is a cornerstone<br> an anchor in my life<br> for all those times of anguish<br> you put up with all that strife</p> <p>You directed me through darker times<br> helped me see the light<br> did I always see that?<br> no I guess not quite.</p> <p>Ive always known you love me<br> even when times were bad<br> your faith has given all us kids<br> a chance we may not have had.</p> <p>Those brown knitted swimming trunks<br> they gave us such a laugh<br> the gusset swinging twixt my knees<br> I should have tried them in the bath.</p> <p>you havent had a lot of things<br> but what youved had's been ours<br> your way of being a mother means<br> we've enjoyed hours and hours</p> <p>Throg </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/my_mothers_love~3376476/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/30/my_mothers_love~3376476/Fri, 30 Nov 2007 20:43:51 +0100 <p>The ex has finally rediscovered the art of tidying up and sorting things out YAY.<br> Our house has looked like a bomb site for the past ooo 4 years? and the cause of our divorce no less (forget that "I dont love you" nonsense) just a smoke screen for "no one can tell me Im a lazy slob but me"(Ill find someone who wont complain)<br> And for all her complaining about how much I owe her she seems to be doing just fine financially she just has a problem with leaving me I cant help thinking that the Moose is holding back and he doesnt really like the thought of living with her and all her crap. But in reality he shouldnt know how much crap she has.</p> <p>Funny thing is she has always maintained she wasnt a money grabber and 50/50 would be ok, now she claims that because she "doesnt think its right to take away the comforts the kids have enjoyed" she now wants 60%. so in effect im being charged 6k to keep the crap she doesnt want or cant be arsed taking. its never been worth that and nor would it to replace. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/28/at_last~3366894/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/28/at_last~3366894/Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:41:56 +0100 <p>I look in the sky in the day and see a plane I think of you<br> I look up at night to the moon and stars I think of you<br> I wake up I think of you<br> I go to bed I think of you<br> I think of you and I think of you<br> when Im not thinking of you Im wondering why not......and then I think of you </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/25/what_am_i_thinking_of~3349921/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/25/what_am_i_thinking_of~3349921/Sun, 25 Nov 2007 15:49:58 +0100 <p>Can I be frank and make it clear?<br> I have to drink another beer<br> My head is clear but mind is fuzzy<br> My face is red just like Juzzy</p> <p>Its time to let my hair down<br> and have a laugh or titter<br> you get the next round in<br> mine's a pint of bitter</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/can_i_be_frank~3346997/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/can_i_be_frank~3346997/Sat, 24 Nov 2007 21:22:34 +0100 <p>Right from when you wake up<br> reality is turned on<br> But does the sensation fade away<br> when you log on?</p> <p>Do the things you say and do<br> really mean the same<br> as if you say them face to face<br> or is it just another game?</p> <p>In this age of internet<br> we are treading different ground<br> relationships are they still real<br> when you power down?</p> <p>My view is this, do you agree?<br> That until you meet its just a thought<br> and when you do, its when you're caught<br> Either by the truth or fantasy. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/real_life~3344776/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/real_life~3344776/Sat, 24 Nov 2007 11:28:26 +0100 <p>If I was to walk a thousand miles<br> would it make you love me?<br> would your eyes light up and heart grow warm<br> Do you love me that completely?</p> <p>Youre all I want and all I need<br> to make my life complete<br> I have my nagging doubts<br> That say this is deceit</p> <p>All we can do is wait a while<br> to find out if its true<br> and during that time<br> we will grow our love<br> we know its what we're due. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/if~3338141/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/if~3338141/Thu, 22 Nov 2007 22:14:42 +0100 <p>A dream is just a dream<br> who knows what they mean?<br> they only have credence when<br> you remember what youve seen</p> <p>You have to apply what you know<br> or what may happen to, with<br> what you saw and felt at night<br> to make sense of them at all.</p> <p>are objects always literal?<br> or do they have deep meaning?<br> does that tower tilt like that<br> or is it you thats leaning?</p> <p>I suppose dreams are like the bible<br> in that you can see many things<br> not the same way others do<br> but can have just as valid meanings.</p> <p>I dont know the answer to<br> any questions that Ive asked<br> all I know is when I wake<br> I know the moments passed. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/18/dreams~3316466/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/18/dreams~3316466/Sun, 18 Nov 2007 20:34:11 +0100 <p>I've met this lovely lady<br> Lucy is her name<br> she came to me from out there<br> and wants to be with me<br> and I feel the same</p> <p>I may feel stupid writing this<br> In the future looking back<br> But the joy she imparts on my soul<br> really shouldnt hold me back</p> <p>I need to talk for ages<br> on the phone or on the net<br> to get to know her foibles<br> and what i dont know yet </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/08/lucy_love~3262300/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://throgmorton.blog.co.uk/2007/11/08/lucy_love~3262300/Thu, 08 Nov 2007 00:12:03 +0100