Creative Writing, Poetry



Her name is Jane
could I be her Tarzan
swinging from vine to vine
I very much dough it
Swinging  pillar to post
Yelling out, oh damn words are Trademarks
can’t use them here oh dear
I’ll shout them out
did you hear the shrill
Birds taken flight from canopy’s
Lions roaring chimps a calling
Elephants stampeding music loud
How many ribs have been broken
pounding chest never spoken
We could meet for lunch
I’ll bring you a bunch
Sitting around just larking around
Could have been on my course
Swinging arms watching ball
A hole in one, best shot of the all
I’ll play to finish just one round
So it’s your turn mine’s a pint

Creative Writing, Poetry

Beautiful Rose

admin-ajaxA beautiful rose still in full bloom
You’d never believe this stem we hold
I’m being bold in what I state, but true
Can you believe this beauty of sixty and more?
Eyes call, nature has given her all, Oh! such pose’s
One would surely be so glad, to give her rose’s
See, full of sumptuous magnificence,  ooh la la
Is it the creams and lotions, or simply her genes
Her outstanding beauty, sweet complexion, tells all
A human world, artificial genetically modified food
This females image outshines so many. So so moves
Elixir of life this pretty woman, no need of useless want
Fountain of eternal youth, her alchemy is a breath of life
Silky smooth, soft as a peach, kiss’s, oh! oh my lady, lets meet
Have you seen her in a cameo role, yes indeed  she’s the bee’s knee’s
Tall in structure feminine form showing beauty calling all
Small tender feet, taking the lead, dancing till dawn our Dawn.
I know of few that dazzle, such a beautiful smile as thee
One such beauty of long ago, her name is Cleopatra you know
We could not leave out, queen of queens, beautiful Queen Nefertiti
Young lady so many talents, who swoons with her complexion.
Sadly I must take my leave, beg your forgiveness of such folly.
If any photographers need a senior lady give me a bell


1882 – 1888


1882  –  1888

Tradesmen’s Advertising Medium

J.R. HASLEM, 16 Albert Street, Nottingham,

Wholesale  Bookseller  and  Binder,   Dealer  in  Bookbinder,  Materials,  Gold Leaf  Leather,   Marble  Paper,  Head – bands,  Cloth,  &c ,  supplies  and Trade
Trade and  Booksellers  with  Cassell’s  and other  Periodicals  on  the  best  terms.


Estimates  for  the  construction  of  Instruments  according  to specification,
either  on  the  Tubular,  Pneumatic,  or  on  the  most  approved  modern
mechanical  principles.    None  but  well – seasoned  timber  used.   Special
care  will  be  given  to  Voicing.
Tuning,  and  Repairs,     New  and Second – hand  Organs  always  in  stock.

Locksmith,    Whitesmith,    Bellhanger,
Dealer  in all  kinds  of  Lamps,  Wicks,  Paraffin,  Colza Oils,  &c ,
All kinds  of  Repairs  promptly  attended to.
13  FRIAR  GATE,  DERBY.                                                       5121

PALFREE, M.F.C.L, Farrier,  &c .,  Sadler Gate, DERBY.
Winners of the First Price,  No.  1  Hunters, at the Royal Show,  Nottingham,  1888,  also the following Prizes :  The Worshipful  Company  of  Farriers,  London,  1888  ;  Certificate from the Royal Agricultural Society, 1888 ;  The Freedom of the City of London,  1888.
S. P.  has been awarded  Prizes  at  various Shoeing Competitions, including Prizes from the
Derbyshire Agricultural Society,  as follows ;  First Price, 1882.  First Price,  1883 ;  First Price,  1884.
Gentleman’s Carriage Horses and Hunters shod,  Loose  Boxes Provided.

And so we have an Advertising paper from 1888. I found this four page medium
deliberately put behind the timber cladding in the roof void / loft in the house in Derby, England. (U.K.). The actual property I found this medium in- is the address and place of work of the gentleman who was a carpenter and lived in that house. He has an advert inside the inner page.   Due to modern building regulations the work in the roof space was not up to today’s specifications so had to be removed. On removing the cladding this medium had been put there, when he was fixing the timber cladding. To be found years later, i believe. The medium is very fragile; I had a frame made to protect it. What will happen to this when I’m no longer here, I’m not sure?
And i found this appropriately 20 years ago – 1995.

Creative Writing, Poetry

Would you believe it (a rewrite)


A fairy tale from long ago of time before time
It’s written in a book or was it a stone
Like Peter Pan and beautiful Snow White
Some believe of this long lost Place
No one knows where. Who really cares
Their Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters
All lived in a world high in the heavens
Some would want us to believe tis called paradise
The birds and bee’s feed off the trees
Even the dogs why there legs up high
A world of ease it seems
Would like to make one believe
All in birthday suits, hand in hand
Peacefully strolling along humming there songs
Just like bees at ease with life in paradise
In a dream or a beam of white light
A story of human life unfolds, what of other forms
Not of our god, no spirit or soul they say
Not so forgiving is this unforeseen old chap
We are told that from eating an apple
Our world was born of the two legged kind
Did the birds and bees just happen to follow
‘Oh, such sorrow
We are told that naughty little Adam take
is leave up a tree.
So many trees, so many types of fruit to taste
In a place we call paradise, not playing dice
‘Oh, what a sin

A land, a world they both twirl, just having a good time
Larking about as teenagers do. Then in there tea break
Was it French delicious, Grannies or Cox
Was it green or red, maybe yellow instead
It was never written down whoops who’s a clown
They blame that naughty girl, beguiled somehow
This foolish boy who went took, ripened fruit
Was he envy with greed, did he want to saw his seed
Oh’ what a show off indeed
So in there backyard of wide open country
Forests abound and orchards of plenty
Where naughty dear Eve, teased foolish Adam
My sweet, my love I beseech thee pick thy fruit from this tree
Looking up at the branches Adam saw he could not reach
So off he went home to fetch a ladder
He went to the shed and asked poor Dad, can I borrow a ladder
Dad said helps yourself son, mind you bring them back
So Adam placed the ladder against the tree trunk
So up he went, pick a rosy red one and through it to Eve
She took a bite and said Oh no not at all nice, go to another
So up he went, picked just one and saw a moggy upon a branch
He calls out, there’s a pussy cat here, with freight the cat jumps down
Adam and Eve where eating the juicy apples when who comes along
Adams dad saw them eating the apple of his precious fruit tree
So dad told them off, never more will you taste of my fruit
A long story cut short. Dad gave them fig leaves,. Adam just one
Poor old young Little Eve, she had to have three for her sin
A paradise they had to leave, don’t forget from begat a world a new
The birds and bees are free to do as they please upon the trees

Surely, apples do they not fall to the ground in make believe town
Very convenient in only a week a new world formed for the meek
Then low and behold, the fruit of the forbidden happens to be our
good old apple tree upon this earth.
Not very forgiving is there almighty it seems
Our little girl Eve took the blame from beginning of time

Now it seems there are black clouds rolling upon the earth




And it came to pass, late at night so sad
Ones glasses  a solution of  bleach do he
To remove, seemed bacteria nose piece see
Alas so wrong, could I see as before, oh’ nay
Oh! Sweet sight, that blurs and so misty
a constant foggy haze fills thy eyes, don’t cry

It seems a winter fog, day and night not right
Scrub and clean to no avail, I failed
and the poor old plastic frame

 It split
Won’t hold the glass; within you see
To my cost, a new pair awaits
Two weeks so so very long

one’s eyes to read or write

Simple things in life

Squinting, staring, straining
Ninety nine pence store – my god saves the day

They’ll do for two weeks
Yes’ under one hundred new pennies

A Dollar fifty five – that’s cheap
Those new expensive Bi-Focals
Scratch resistant, however so

Not for bleach
Anti-Reflective coating – so cool am I

Creative Writing



Her name is Charlotte,
Firm, full of flavour
Best they say steam
or upon the boil
This little wench
from Suffolk
They say she’s full
of a natural source

Vitamin C
helps our bones, blood vessels,
teeth, skin, and gums work properly too
body will absorb the iron

Much needed

 Contributes, to the maintenance
of normal blood pressure


 A relief one need’s each day
Natural source of fibre – well-balanced diet.
They even say she’s
grown in a rich fertile plain.
I’m sorry you little, little gem
One’s going in the pot
firm and tasty

So in the bin my pills will go for
High blood pressure
High cholesterol
Fat reduction
She’s a little Gem.




There’s a young lady who writes from afar
what of you I know I’m a pa not a ma
Might I find her

So wonderful in a parade
She’s pretty and slim

Petite, her taste palate

What can I say my heart be smitten in a cage
Sparkling bright

Sky blue eye’s don’t be folate
Without a word her story unfolds

Rolling waves
A golden sun drenched beach

Heat that beats

Exercise to keep her form

 Racing, pacing clock
She writes with love

 Her heart in a block
One is so very smart

Tumbling Roadside Park
She’s travelled the world

Oh! So far air miles smile

Wanting to settle

Oh! Where Hungary dine for two
Could we ever meet or speak knowing none but thee
Is there one or two out of frame

 Pretty little picture
Don’t blame who ever whom takes

Still it brakes


It could be a very good mate

 wanting to rush needed a push
So one’s asking could we date

It’s all in the timing surly mate
Letter or email even a text always most days some late
Let’s see how we go so slow

Not a care in the world starry eyes

Don’t rush me duck don’t buck

I’m always reading a book