Poems, Rhymes &
Silly Verses

Where are you my love

May the softness of new grass soften your walk

May the breeze blow through your hair and cool your face

May the sun shine upon your smile and light the colour of your soft lips

Should the clouds hide the sun then may they break in respect

May the birds sing a song of love to lighten your heart

Should you venture away, then may you be warmed by the love of those around you

As the ocean waves crash to shore may they soften and roll away with calmness

At night may the stars shine upon your body and send a light from heaven

The voice of Molly Moo

Molly Moo a lovely girl

Born to family poor

Clothes of rags upon her back

Penniless for sure

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Sitting in a doorway cold

On steps of old grey stone

Molly wiated begging she

All the day alone

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But Molly had a special gift

Sent from God above

She sang soprano from her heart

Such songs of life and love

___

Onne such day a passer by

Heard young Molly sing

So took her to a stage in town

And orchestra did bring

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The curtains rose and Molly stood

Music grace the air

Pianos grand and violins

The audience did care

___

Her tone was like an angels call

And mesmerised the folk

Not a soul did make a noise

No one dared to talk

__

Molly's arms did reach out far

As if to send above

A message to her maker sure

Her songs of purest love

____

From that day on young Mooly Moo

Sang on stages far

Banners posted in the towns

read come and see a star

___

No more sitting doorways cold

The poor days left behind

All because she sang so sweet

To stranger that was kind

The magic pond

Tucked in forest high with green

there lives some special things

creatures play there you can't see

Things with coloured wings

Sometimes on a moonlit night

They gather all around

Things with legs so long and thin

You mustn't make a sound

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But wait and see the magic lights

Upon the pond so deep

Make a wish and close your eyes

And promise you must keep

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In the trees their eyes can see

All lit by silver moon

Some will never see a thing

But magic changes soon

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You may just fly away one day

Like bugs with yellow spots

Or walk on legs so long and thin

With silver wings and dots

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But when you lie in comfy bed

So cosy you may be

In the corner of the room

The forest eyes will see.

The Drummers Beat

Battle rages, cowards hide
Soldiers marching side by side
Muskets ready, sabres meet
Fighting to the drummers beat

Horses gallop, sabres drawn
Men will fall before the dawn
Steel and iron, blood and tears
Battles last for many years

Fifers play the marching song
Bayonets fixed it won’t be long
Powder dry and shot at hand
Cannons fire across the land

Clashing colours, red and blue
Blood and terror spreading through
Men and boys will deadly meet
Listen to the drummers beat

Red with blood the river runs
Thunder sounds from heavy guns
Winning some but losing all
Praying for the fifers call

Battle won there’s not a sound
Soldiers lying on the ground
Generals speak of good defeat
A drummer beats a loud retreat

Walking wounded, bury dead
The battle field holds so much dread
Spirits broken as they meet
The fife and drum play solemn beat

Time to rest the weary men
Tomorrow comes they’ll fight again
Boots upon their tired feet
Will march again to drummers beat

Johnny Hearne Copyright millstreamlyrics ©2019

Maizie The Zombie

My girlfriend is a zombie bless her little heart,
but when she walks towards me, she almost falls apart.
Her arm is loose and swinging, her head is dropping off.
Her doctor said, “Don’t worry Maize, it’s just a little cough.”

Last night when we were kissing, I nibbled her left ear,
there isn’t much to go at, the right fell off last year.
Lovely little Maizie, her leg is broke in two.
I always say, “I love you Maize”, she always groans;
“Me too.”

One time when we were walking, a dog came sniffing round,
it bit a lump off Maizie, now it’s a zombie hound.
I love my little Maizie, it goes without a doubt.
But when I look her in the face, she pops her eyeball out.

I’ll never leave my Maizie, in fact we’ll never part,
she promised me the other night, before she ate my heart.

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The Soft Guitar

Walking out one summers day, down by the old canal
I heard a guitar playing; I saw it was my pal
I stopped to have a listen; he always plays so well
he sat there softly strumming, a song called little Nell

His feet were gently tapping, to his soft guitar
and by his side a stickleback was swimming in a jar
So sitting by the water, with midges buzzing round
half a rotten teacake, lying on the ground

Still my pal kept playing, strumming his guitar
a nifty little number, was his best so far
then all at once I spotted, has nature had a fling, the stickleback jumped from the jar, and it began to sing

You’ve never heard owt like it, what a little star
it sang another song or two, and then jumped back in the jar
still my pal kept playing; he didn’t say a thing
reckon I’ve gone crazy, sticklebacks don’t sing

Well time for me to go I thought, I feel a little daft
then all at once went floating by a magpie on a raft
Oh!! I must be going barmy; I must be going daft
you don’t get birds that sail along, especially on a raft

Well off, I went down towpath, and bid my pal goodbye
the magpie started singing, a lovely lullaby
now I know I’m crazy, this could never be
magpies squawk and chatter, they never sing to me

Then ten yards down the towpath; I thowt I’d seen it all
but begger me up there I spot, a monkey on a wall
I’ve had enough of this I thowt, and gave the thing a stare
am I daft or in a dream, to see you sitting there?

“Oh”, it said!! As it looked down, “you’ve got a flippin cheek”
“I’ve been here for twenty years”
“But you’ve been dead a week”

Johnny Hearne Copyright millstreamlyrics 2019

Loneliness kills

A big old house stands alone in an overgrown garden. At night when the moon shines you can see through the windows, in the parlour stands a grand piano and on the lid a violin sits with the bow laid across the strings. All is quiet now where there was once love and gaiety.

One night a little mouse ran up the piano stool and onto the keys, followed by its friends who also climbed. The mice began to run up and down the keys whilst the others dragged the bow back and forth across the violin strings. Soon the mice began to play the most beautiful tune. The mice knew that the lady would bring food so every night they played for her.

The lady was alone in life apart from the mice but at least they were company and brought pleasure.

The moon shines in many house windows, there is no piano, no violin and no musical mice, but there is an old person alone sat in a chair.

Call in for tea and cake and make a lonely person happy.

Loneliness is a killer.

Listen to the story on my youtube channel at the end of the pages

Book and Cover

A very wealthy but conceited businessman was driving along a country road. On his way he spotted a scruffily dressed guy sat on a fence. So decided to pull over, he then lowered the window of his luxurious Bentley car and called over to him. “Hey you there, you look in need of a little food and clothing, it just so happens I have a cold potato pie in the boot and a jacket which my wife’s dog slept on.”

He climbed out of his luxurious car which had a carpet better than a posh house, opened his boot and threw the items to the guy.

“Here you are" he said, "I’m wealthy, I own seven hotels, two garages and five restaurants.” Then he got back in his car and sped off.

Some years later, the businessman lost everything and became penniless. He too found himself sitting on the very same fence when a big car arrived and stopped. The driver lowered his window and called out. “Hey, you there, you look in need of food and clothing. It just so happens I have a cold potato pie and a jacket .” Then he climbed from the car, opened his boot, and threw the items out to the guy and drove off.

The failed businessman began to eat the cold pie then bit on a hard lump inside it , he opened his mouth then spat out a piece of paper which read,

"I'm wealthy now, I own seven hotels, two garages and five restaurants."

Never judge a book by its cover.

The Lonely Witch

The moon is bright and shines tonight, a witches pot shall brew

The owl is hooting out his song, too wit, too wit, too woo.

Her face is old she's dressed in rags, spells and potions brew, spiders busy spinning webs, sing their song so true.

Even witches need to love......

Watch this video on my youtube link at the end of the pages

(Made for children)

The Giant Who Liked to Sing

A long time ago in a forest lived a Giant who loved singing, he sang in the morning, he sang in the afternoon and even at night, in fact if he was awake he was singing. But his favourite time was Sunday morning in the village church, but he was so big he had to stay outside because he couldn’t get through the little wooden door.

The people of the tiny village dreaded the giant coming to church because he was so loud, and his singing was so terrible that his voice echoed throughout the village, even the birds in the church tower flew away to hide from the noise. He was a nice kind giant though, he wore a long coat that reached all the way down to his boots, and a big leather belt with a shiny brass buckle.......

Watch and listen on the youtube link at the end of the pages

(Made for children)

The Music Box

A large house stands upon a hill

It's curtains hang upon the sill

Broken glass which once shone bright

Reflect the moon and haunt the night

A staircase winds where pillars stand

An open space which once was grand

Dusty rooms lay bare inside

Voices call and spirits hide

At night you’ll hear the ticking clocks

Banging doors and music box

It plays a tune so sad the sound

Where once a child had held and wound

Ghosts now dance across the hall

As spirits hold their evening ball

The music box plays out its tune

All below the shining moon

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Bernard Hunt singing'Me and thee'on the Moss street video

Kev Ash singing... Train to nowhere'

Clair Hardacre singing...'Yesterday's gone'

Jeff Allcock singing the cute song... Jessica'

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Jayne Mashiter narrating... 'The lonely witch' 'The old Tomcat' and the 'The Giant who liked to sing'

Poems, Rhymes &Silly Verses

Where are you my love

May the softness of new grass soften your walk

May the breeze blow through your hair and cool your face

May the sun shine upon your smile and light the colour of your soft lips

Should the clouds hide the sun then may they break in respect

May the birds sing a song of love to lighten your heart

Should you venture away, then may you be warmed by the love of those around you

As the ocean waves crash to shore may they soften and roll away with calmness

At night may the stars shine upon your body and send a light from heaven

The voice of Molly Moo

Molly Moo a lovely girl

Born to family poor

Clothes of rags upon her back

Penniless for sure

__

Sitting in a doorway cold

On steps of old grey stone

Molly wiated begging she

All the day alone

__

But Molly had a special gift

Sent from God above

She sang soprano from her heart

Such songs of life and love

___

Onne such day a passer by

Heard young Molly sing

So took her to a stage in town

And orchestra did bring

__

The curtains rose and Molly stood

Music grace the air

Pianos grand and violins

The audience did care

___

Her tone was like an angels call

And mesmerised the folk

Not a soul did make a noise

No one dared to talk

__

Molly's arms did reach out far

As if to send above

A message to her maker sure

Her songs of purest love

____

From that day on young Mooly Moo

Sang on stages far

Banners posted in the towns

read come and see a star

___

No more sitting doorways cold

The poor days left behind

All because she sang so sweet

To stranger that was kind

The Drummers Beat

Maizie The Zombie

The Soft Guitar

Loneliness kills

Book and Cover

The Lonely Witch

The Old Tom Cat The story story of Tom, the stubborn ginger puss..Watch the video on my youtube link at the end of the pages(Made for children)

The Giant Who Liked to Sing

The Music Box

Victorian Section

Short ghost stories by Johnny Hearne The Cellar...A family buy a mill house to renovate but things aren't that easy when the place has secrets. £2.99+ppThe Diary of Rose O'MalleyThe story of a young teacher and a very tormented life Not yet in print

The Find

A ghost story set in Lancashire Cromwell's soldiers find Tobias a Royalist partisan, then hang him from a tree. His love Esther pleads for mercy. £2.99 +pp

Biker stories

Carla's revengeA classy lady turns biker to track down her husbands killers. JealousyA bikers love story Two stories, one book £3.99+pp

Sienna Houghton Ghostly girl in the woods

Went a walk, a walk todaythrough the trees along the waythen a ghost came into sightshe passed my way into a light...

The Ghost Biker

The ghostly appearance of Paul on his bike haunts the A59 But only if he's taunted out of his spirit world £2.99 + p&p

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Poems, Rhymes &
Silly Verses

The Old Tom Cat
The story story of Tom, the stubborn ginger puss..
Watch the video on my youtube link at the end of the pages
(Made for children)

Short ghost stories by Johnny Hearne

The Cellar...
A family buy a mill house to renovate
but things aren't that easy when the place has secrets. £2.99+pp

The Diary of Rose O'Malley
The story of a young teacher and a very tormented life Not yet in print

A ghost story set in Lancashire
Cromwell's soldiers find Tobias a Royalist partisan, then hang him from a tree. His love Esther pleads for mercy. £2.99 +pp

Carla's revenge
A classy lady turns biker to track down her husbands killers.

Jealousy
A bikers love story Two stories, one book £3.99+pp

Went a walk, a walk today
through the trees along the way
then a ghost came into sight
she passed my way into a light...

The ghostly appearance of Paul on his bike haunts the A59
But only if he's taunted out of his spirit world £2.99 + p&p

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channel