LEST WE FORGET

ITS 11 am ON 11th NOVEMBER 2016
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LETS CLOSE OUR EYES, LETS BOW OUR HEADS,
LETS SHUT THE WORLD OUTSIDE.
LETS SPEND A MINUTE OF OUR LIVES
TO REMEMBER THOSE THAT DIED.
THOSE THAT GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR US,
IN COLD AND BLOODIED WARS--
WHO LEFT US , NEVER TO RETURN
FROM FAR OFF FOREIGN SHORES.

LEST WE FORGET THEIR SACRIFICE,
LEST WE FORGET THEIR TEARS,
LEST WE FORGET THE MEMORIES
LETS WE FORGET, THEIR GIFT OF YEARS.

LEST WE FORGET


TONY NORMAN 11/11/2016

PLACES AT THE TABLE

Someone wrote the other day about Christmas being sad for them as it reminded them of sad events--general consensus was, that any time of the year can be sad for different people--BUT there is no doubt that at times of family gatherings is when we miss those departed most--last year on my usual and original home of Wisbech Warts and All we lost a great friend and FB buddy of mine Nanette---and I wrote this little thing in her honour called PLACES AT THE TABLE---... and I reckon it probably covers how all of us feel each time someone "leaves our table"

PLACES AT THE TABLE
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WE WERE BROTHERS,WE WERE SISTERS
WE WERE PARENTS, OR A FRIEND.
PERHAPS THE ONE WE GAVE OUR SOUL TO
OR,OUR LOVER TILL THE END.
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THERE'LL BE PLACES AT THE TABLE
THAT WON'T BE SET THIS YEAR.
PLACES FOR OUR LOVED ONES
AND OTHERS NEAR, AND DEAR.
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THRE'LL BE PLACES AT OUR TABLE
WHERE WE'LL LOOK, AND STILL REMEMBER
THE FUN,THE LOVE THE WARMTH WE FELT
AT THIS TIME , EACH DECEMBER.
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THERE'LL BE PLACES AT OUR TABLE
THIS,THE FIRST YEAR WE'LL BE APART.
BUT, THERE'LL ALWAYS BE A PLACE FOR YOU
AT THE TABLE IN MY HEART.
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WHAT ARE THE POPPIES FOR?

 

I understand ,we must remember

all our soldiers that died in the wars

they gave their lives to protect us

in lands, far away from our shores

I know that thousands went away

to never be seen no more.

But Mummy, please can you tell me

What are The Poppies for?

 

On the spot where they gave

their lives, became graves

far away from their loved ones and kin,

in the mud, muck and mire

and enemy fire

in a battle that no one could win.

 

But where the fields and the sands

of those far away lands

drank the blood of our husbands and sons

The red poppies grew

and the doves of peace flew

taking place of the cannons and guns.

 

So, each year we remember

this time in November

all those that suffered in wars

though they're no longer here,

we still shed the tears

and wear the poppy because.

 

All the names on Memorials

in the towns they called home

Stand proud when we gather each year.

Wear your poppy with pride

for there's no need to hide

let it be, as in stone it is set......

TOGETHER--LEST WE FORGET!!!!

 

 

 

 

I THINK I USED TO KNOW YOU (BUT I WOULDN'T KNOW YOU NOW)

I THINK I USED TO KNOW YOU,BUT I WOULDNT KNOW YOU NOW!

PICTURES THERE BEFORE ME,
ON A PIXALATED SCREEN.
PLACES THAT I USED TO KNOW,
PLACES I HAVE BEEN.
MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
HAVE SLIPPED MY MIND SOMEHOW.
I THINK I USED TO KNOW YOU,
BUT I WOULDN'T KNOW YOU NOW.

SO LEAD ME THROUGH THE VILLAGE STREETS
AND TAKE ME TO THE TOWN.
LEAD ME TO MY MEMORIES,
SHOW ME THOSE THAT TUMBLED DOWN.
SHOW ME ONCE,WHERE WAS A SHOP
BUT NOW A PENNY STORE.
TAKE ME WHERE THE COBBLSTONES
ONCE WERE,BUT ARE NO MORE.

SHOW ME,WHERE THE GAMES WE PLAYED
THE FIELDS, THE PARK AND WOOD.
THE SCHOOLS,THE CHURCH AND CHAPEL
WHERE THOSE BEFORE ME STOOD.
SHOW ME,WHERE OUR MOTHERS LAY
AND WHERE OUR FATHERS DIED
SHOW ME SCENES OF HAPPY DAYS
AND PLACES WHERE WE CRIED.

PICTURES THERE BEFORE ME
ON A PIXALATED SCREEN.
PLACES THAT I USED TO KNOW,
PLACES I HAVE BEEN.
MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
HAVE SLIPPED MY MIND SOMEHOW.
I THINK I USED TO KNOW YOU,
-----------BUT I WOULDNT KNOW YOU NOW

all poetry and lyrics copyright 
ToeKneez Lyrics   14.02.2014

DIDN'T WE HAVE SOME FUN FOLKS?

DIDN'T WE HAVE SOME FUN FOLKS?

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NOW ITS GRAND THEFT AUTO,FACEBOOK

"TWEETS" AND "SELFIES" TAKEN.

IT SEEMS THE GAMES WE OLDIES PLAYED

ARE LOST,NOW GONE-FORSAKEN.

BUT,DIDNT WE HAVE SOME FUN FOLKS?

DIDN'T WE FILL OUR DAY?

EACH GAME A NEW ADVENTURE

WHEN WE WENT OUT TO PLAY.

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GAMES WITH HOOPS AND SPINNING TOPS

HOPSCOTCH ON THE ROADS.

KISS CHASING,TAG "HEY YOU'RE IT"

KEEPING TADPOLES,TILL THEY'RE TOADS.

CATCHING NEWTS IN MOTHERS TIGHTS

SCALING FENCE AND BUSH FOR EGGS.

SPENT TOO LONG OUT IN THE SUN

OH,THE PAIN OF SUNBURNT LEGS.

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OFF DOWN THE ROAD,FROM EARLY MORN,

FOOTBALL IN THE PARK

GONE ALL DAY ,NO WORRIES

AS LONG AS HOME BY DARK.

GAMES WITH CONKERS ON A STRING,

SWINGS ON ROPES FROM TREES

"COME ON KIDS,ITS TIME FOR HOME"

"OH TEN MORE MINUTES--PLEASE!!"

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BILLYCARTS WITH PRAM WHEELS

TOBOGGANS OF UPTURNED LIDS.

RAFTS ON DYKES FROM EMPTY DRUMS,

THE THINGS WE DID AS KIDS.

AND,THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE MISSING,

THE YOUNG AND EARLY TEENS

I COULD NEVER SWAP MY CHILDHOOD

---FOR BUTTONS,MOUSE AND SCREENS.

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TONY NORMAN  20/01/2014

SO,YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM??

SO,YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM?

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SO,YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM?

"YES,I REALLY DO,

TODAY I BROKE A FINGERNAIL

AND MY BOYFRIEND,HE SHOT THROUGH.

I REALLY NEED ANOTHER CAR

MY OLD ONES ON THE BLINK

AND TODAY,I TROD IN DOGGIE DO

SO,I'M TOO UPSET TO THINK.

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THE FIRST ROCK SMASHED INTO HER BACK

AS SHE'S PARADED IN THE STREET

A SECOND THUMPED INTO HER CHEST

OTHERS CRASHED AROUND HER FEET.

ON HER HANDS AND KNEES SHE PLEADED

WITH A LOUD UNASNSWERED CALL

"FORGIVE ME FATHER,FORGIVE ME"

AS MORE STONES AROUND HER FALL.

FOR SHE'D DARED TO LOVE ANOTHER

NOT HE ARRANGED,AT HER LIFES START

NOT HER FATHERS CHOSEN ONE

BUT ONE CHOSEN BY HER HEART.

AS HER PARENT PICKED THE FINAL ROCK

AND HURLED IT AT HER HEAD.

HIS FAMILIES HONOUR ,NOW RESTORED

AS HIS DAUGHTER LAY THERE,DEAD.

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JIMMY,ONLY HAS A WEEK TO LIVE

HE'S IN PAIN,BUT MUCH TOO BRAVE TO SAY

CAUSE HE'S BEING STRONG FOR MUMMY

SHE'S A BIT UPSET TODAY.

HIS HAIR HAS GONE,HIS BODY WEAK

WITH TUBES ALL HANGING OUT

HE'S ONLY HALF THE LAD HE WAS

"WHY HIM?" HIS MOTHERS SHOUT.

HE SAID, "NO CRYING MUMMY"

WHILST STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND

"I'M GOING TO A NICER PLACE

A LITTLE EARLIER THAN WE PLANNED."

AND THEN,HE GENTLY SLIPPED AWAY

HE LET HER HAND RELEASE

ALL THE PAIN,HAD LIFTED FROM HIS FACE

AS HER BOY FOUND INNER PEACE.

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YOU THINK YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?

YOU THINK YOUR LIFE,IS A MESS?

WELL,IF THATS AS BAD AS IT GETS,

YOU'VE HAD IT GOOD...I GUESS!!

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ToeKneez Lyrics MAY 2014

 

MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

 

MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE (a tender little love song)

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OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE,

SHE WENT DOWN ON ME

THEN FLEW RIGHT OUT THE DOOR.

I SHOULD HAVE CHASED HER DOWN THE STREET

BUT I HAD NOTHING ON ME FEET

OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.

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I FIRST SAW HER IN A MAGAZINE

FOR NINETEEN NINETYNINE

SO,I GOT MY POSTAL ORDER OFF

"HOORAY" SHE'LL SOON BE MINE.

I'LL HAVE ALL THE LOVE I'VE NEEDED

SHE WON'T SAY NO, BE PETTY

WE CAN BANG FROM NIGHT TILL DAWN

JUST ME,AND "BLOW UP BETTY".

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AND ON THE DAY THAT SHE'D ARRIVE

I'D HAD A SHAVE AND SHOWER

I'D EVEN POPPED A PURPLE PILL

FOR THAT "EXTRA BIT OF POWER"

FOR SOON THE POSTMAN WILL DELIVER

"BLOW UP BETTY" WILL BE THERE

COMPLETE WITH MOVING PARTS AND HOLES

AND SYNTHETIC PUBIC HAIR.

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"KNOCK KNOCK" ON MY DOOR

"RING RING" ON MY BELL

"MR NORMAN ARE YOU THERE?

YOU'LL NEED TO SIGN AS WELL"

AND HERE SHE WAS,"BLOW UP BETTY"

SHE SURE LOOKED A REAL FOX

GOING BY THE PICTURE THERE

ON FRONT OF BETTY'S BOX.

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OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

SHE WENT DOWN ON ME,

THEN FLEW RIGHT OUT THE DOOR

I SHOULD HAVE CHASED HER DOWN THE STREET

BUT I HAD NOTHING ON ME FEET

OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.

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SHE DIDN'T SEEM TO BE THE SAME

ONCE I'D GOT HER OUT OF PACKAGE

AND MY KEEN INTEREST SEEMED TO TURN

TO A CERTAIN KIND OF "SLACKAGE"

BUT THEN,I FOUND INSTRUCTION NOTES

TO INFLATE,IT CAME TO PASS

'YOU TURN YOUR VACUUM ON TO BLOW

WITH THE HOSE UP BETTY'S ARSE"

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I GUESS I OVER DID IT,WITH THE WIND

AS BETTY "HOVERED" UP ABOVE

(WHILST MY BACKGROUND MUSIC SOFTLEY PLAYED

#I'M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE#

BUT I WASN'T ,WAS I ?

I NO LONGER FELT FANTASTIC,

HOW DOES A MAN HOPE TO SHAG

A BAG OF FLOATING PLASTIC?

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OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

SHE WENT DOWN ON ME

THEN FLEW RIGHT OUT THE DOOR

I SHOULD HAVE CHASED HER DOWN THE STREET

BUT I HAD NOTHING ON ME FEET

OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

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OH MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

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NO MY BLOW UP DOLL DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.

DOG GONE !!!! (R.S.P.C.A.)

                                                 DOG GONE  (RSPCA)
I hope that any of you ,that have children pulling your shirt "I want a puppy I want a puppy" sit them down,and with FEEEEEEEELING read them this poem. I dedicate this poem to a friend of mine Megan,who for the past few months has been doing great work helping to find new homes for unwanted pets.
                                               DOG GONE!!!!!!!!!!
I, AM A DOG,AND I SIT HERE ALL DAY.
'CAUSE I'M LOCKED IN A CAGE,AT R.S.P.C.A.
I'VE NOT ALWAYS LIVED HERE,I BELONGED TO A BOY
AND HE USED TO TREAT ME AS HIS FAVOURITE TOY.
WE'D GET UP EACH MORNING,OVER PADDOCKS WE'D ROAM
BUT ,WHEN HE WAS AT SCHOOL,I'D FEEL SO ALONE.
WITH TEACHING JUST FINISHED,HE'D COME HOME WITH HIS BAG,
I'D HEAR HIS VOICE AND LET MY TAIL WAG
THEN OFF WE WOULD GO,AND BELT DOWN THE STREET,
HIM GOING FAST WITH ME AT HIS FEET.

ONE DAY,THIS ALL STOPPED,AND HE'D COME HOME LATE,
I HEARD HE'D BEEN OFF DOWN THE STREET WITH HIS MATE.
HE'D SIT,EAT HIS DINNER,THEN OFF HE WOULD GO
AND I'D JUMP TO FOLLOW,BUT HE SHOUTED ME "NO"!!!
WAS HE TALKING TO ME? NAH! SO I WENT OFF AGAIN
BUT HE BOUGHT ME BACK, I WAS PUT ON A CHAIN..
AS THE DAYS SLOWLY DRAGGED,NO MORE PLAYING OR FUN
AND I WISHED THAT MY LIFE,HAD NEVER BEGUN.

ONE DAY,DAD CAME HOME I GOT PUT IN HIS CAR,
WE TRAVELLED A WHILE,BUT NOT VERY FAR.
AND WE CAME TO THIS PLACE SURROUNDED BY CAGES
THIS LADY, TOOK DOWN ALL MY DETAILS ON PAGES.
I HEARD HER WHISPER,IN A QUIET LITTLE VOICE
"I'M SO SORRY SIR THERE JUST ISN'T A CHOICE,
PEOPLE LIKE YOUNG DOGS,ON THAT THEIR MINDS SET,
SHE'LL BE HERE FOR A WEEK,THEN BE SEEN BY THE VET".

THEN,THEY TOOK ME AWAY,TO A CAGE AT THE REAR.
I COULD TELL BY THE NOISE THERE WERE OTHER DOGS NEAR.
THEY BARKED DAY AND NIGHT,IN A SAD SORT OF WAY
AND,MORE DOGS CAME TO JOIN US ,THERE WERE DOZENS EACH DAY.
WELL,TIME PASSED SO SLOWLY,I'D BEEN THERE FOR A WEEK
WHEN A GIRL IN A WHITE COAT CAME FOR ME---DIDN'T SPEAK.
AND,SHE LED ME AWAY,THROUGH THE DOOR AT THE END
BEYOND IT THERE,STOOD MT VETINERY FRIEND.
HE GAVE ME A STROKE---AND A PAT ON THE HEAD,
THE SLIGHT PRICK OF A NEEDLE,NO MORE DOGGIE---I'M DEAD!!

mums garden

My dear Mum died a couple of weeks ago-through all my years of writing,I've never been able to find the words to tell her what I thought of her.I've written about everything from toothache to piles,love for a child,wife even father--but my mum,was such a hero to me,that I never felt I could find the "just" words--I'm trying now-and I'm sure I'll come up with something.meantime we have installed "mum" in our front garden -A beautiful lady ,now asleep in our garden in Australia,far away from the garden she will rest in,in Cambridge U K,but sentiments reamain the same .I'll miss my weekly,sometimes twice weekly and if I really needed some vital information from my childhood ,like what woman from the village ran away with what bloke,even more often than that.Its all new to me,I still almost pick up the phone to call her--see my Mum died,and she wasn't supposed to do that--other peoples Mums died,but not mine,she's never done anything like that before.

THE BALLAD OF THE GHOST OF JESSE PYE

Today,Saturday the 13th of September 2008 will see the last competitive game at Fenland Park ,home of the Wisbech Town Football Club.Their home for just over 60 years has been sold to make room for a housing project,to a development company called Purple.Fenland Park has seen many highs and lows over the years.The ground is aged and run down (like many of us I guess)and Wisbech Town will be building a "New Fenland Park" everyone is excited at this,yet sad at leaving the old ground.
One of the greatest players ever to grace Fenland Park,was the ex Wolverhampton Wanderers and England International Jesse Pye,who played under the great manager Oscar Hold back in the 1950's (Jesse also went on to manage Wisbech himself in later years)He is a legend in the minds of many of we older fans of "The Fenmen"--------I just wish there was some way of letting Jesse know that we've left Fenland Park---he's causing a lot of damage.

The Ballad Of The Ghost Of Jesse Pye.

They've taken down the goalposts,
the stands,since bulldozed over.
And where The Fenmen used to play
devoid of grass and clover.
There,where we used to rant and shout
"come on you mighty Reds"
Now,a row of Purple Homes
with sheds,and flower beds.

But,every day when sun goes down
and into to night we pass.
Would come a shout of "give it here"
then, the sound of shattered glass.
When morning came in Purple Street,
as everyone awoke,
they's scratch at heads in wonder
just how their windows broke.

Children playing in the streets?
Maybe drunkards passing by?
No! its the spirit of The Fenmen
lead by Jesse Pye.
For his soul in came a haunting,
gliding in the dark.
Scoring one more goal for Oscar Hold
where once was Fenland Park.

As his spirit shines,where was the pitch
on memory he plays
thinking of the glory seen
on many,long gone days.
And a host of others with him
all are long since dead
There on "The Field Of Shattered Dreams"
Once more,all Men In Red.

For his soul it came a haunting
gliding in the dark.
Scoring one more goal for Oscar Hold
where once was Fenland Park.
and a host of others with him
all are long since dead
There on "The Field Of Shattered Dreams"
Once more.all Men In Red

I AINT GOIN NOWHERE !!

Great news to Australian folk--The Pope is arriving in Australia next week for World Youth Day.Well,I say good news- rather sarcastic of me.All heathens like me have been told to stay the hell away from Sydney City-don't drive your car,infact we've been told to leave town--take a holiday.People that work in the area are having one hell of a time getting to work--Randwick Race track,where the great event is to be held,has been devoid of horses for weeks--something like $200,000,000 of public money has been spent on the day--when a poor bloody pensioner can't get a $5 a week increase-All for one church---now,good luck to them,and I'm sure it will be a great event--I just wonder if the head of any other church would get the same treatment---well,they wouldnt.
Which brings me to life after death,I'm very confused.--Catholic,Church Of England,Muslim--all those flavours--Heaven-- Hell---70 virgins when you die--no thanks (it amazes me how 70 virgins could be regarded as a reward--70 "you really do love me don't you?"s"--70 "was that a good for you as it was for me"----or something I've become used to "is that all there is to it ?"-------so after much thought I've decided not to die--------infact,

I AINT GOIN NOWHERE

They say good guys go to heaven,
and bad guys? well they don't.
So,we spend our lives treading broken glass
thinking will I or I wont?
But me,I'm in the middle
I've loved girls,drank lots of beer,
But,I help little ladies cross the road
so,I think I'm best left here.

Well I aint goin to heaven
and I sure won't go to hell.
I'll be staying here on earth
and you can stay as well.
The Devil don't appeal to me
with fire,and all those things.
Flying makes me air sick
So,shove those Angels wings.

You'll not find me in a box,
in a church and all that trash.
Don't put me six feet under
or turn my bones to ash.
Cause I aint goin nowhere,you see
this is the life for me.
So,Lord I'm staying here on Earth
and the Devil,let me be.

No flowers at a grave side
no balloons or flying doves.
No sloppy songs that make folk cry
about never dying love.
No talk,of Hell or Heaven
or need for being sad.
Cause I'm staying here forever
be me rotten good or bad.

Well I aint goin to heaven
and I sure won't go to hell.
I'll be staying here on Earth
and you can stay as well.
The Devil don't appeal to me
with fire,and all those things.
Flying makes me air sick
So you can shove those Angel wings,

I said "flying makes me air sick
so,you can shove those Angel wings."