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Poems/ Rhymes/silly verses
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
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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
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Her tone was like an angels call
And mesmerised the folk
Not a soul did make a noise
No one dared to talk
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Molly's arms did reach out far
As if to send above
A message to her maker sure
Her songs of purest love
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From that day on young Mooly Moo
Sang on stages far
Banners posted in the towns
read come and see a star
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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 hideSoldiers marching side by sideMuskets ready, sabres meetFighting to the drummers beat
Horses gallop, sabres drawnMen will fall before the dawnSteel and iron, blood and tearsBattles last for many years
Fifers play the marching songBayonets fixed it won’t be longPowder dry and shot at handCannons fire across the land
Clashing colours, red and blueBlood and terror spreading throughMen and boys will deadly meetListen to the drummers beat
Red with blood the river runsThunder sounds from heavy gunsWinning
some but losing allPraying for the fifers call
Battle won there’s not a soundSoldiers lying on the groundGenerals speak of good defeatA drummer beats a loud retreat
Walking wounded, bury deadThe battle field holds so much dreadSpirits broken as they meetThe fife and drum play solemn beat
Time to rest the weary menTomorrow comes they’ll fight againBoots upon their tired feetWill 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 palI stopped to have a listen; he always plays so wellhe sat there softly strumming, a song called little Nell
His feet were gently tapping, to his soft guitarand by his side a stickleback was swimming in a jarSo sitting by the water, with midges buzzing roundhalf a rotten teacake, lying on the ground
Still my pal kept playing, strumming his guitara nifty little number, was his best so farthen 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 starit sang another song or two, and then jumped back in the jarstill my pal kept playing; he didn’t say a thingreckon I’ve gone crazy, sticklebacks don’t sing
Well time for me to go I thought, I feel a little daftthen all at once went floating by a magpie on a raftOh!! I must be going barmy; I must be going daftyou don’t get birds that sail along, especially on a raft
Well off, I went down towpath, and bid my pal goodbyethe magpie started singing, a lovely lullabynow I know I’m crazy, this could never bemagpies squawk and chatter, they never sing to me
Then ten yards down the towpath; I thowt I’d seen it allbut begger me up there I spot, a monkey on a wallI’ve had enough of this I thowt, and gave the thing a staream 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
THE FLOWERAs the sun set low in the sky, it cast a final beam of
light through the trees
upon a tiny flower.The flower felt the warmth on its petals and lingered just a little while longer before closing itself down for the cold dark night. Just like the delicate flower we also need light and warmth.Darkness hides in many forms and so does the cold,If you see someone slipping into the dark, offer them the light from your soulIf you see someone become cold, offer them the warmth from your heart.
Johnny HearneCopyright 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
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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.
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The Lonely Witch
The moon is bright and shines tonight, a witches pot shall brewThe 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)
Johnny Hearne Copyright millstreamlyrics 2019
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
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)
Johnny Hearne Copyright millstreamlyrics © 2019
The Music Box
A large house stands upon a hillIt's curtains hang upon the sill
Broken glass which once shone brightReflect the moon and haunt the night
A staircase winds where pillars standAn open space which once was grandDusty rooms lay bare insideVoices call and spirits hide
At night you’ll hear the ticking clocksBanging doors and music boxIt plays a tune so sad the soundWhere once a child had held and wound
Ghosts now dance across the hallAs spirits hold their evening ball The music box plays out its tuneAll below the shining moon
Johnny Hearne Copyright millstreamlyrics ©2019
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+pp
The 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
Millstreamlyrics always gives credit to those who have helped in my work. SGT Sean Cunningham,
Road Policing 'TheGhost biker'Sienna Houghton, Ghostly girl in the woods,Picture permission from 'Samantha Rose Salon'
Blackburn.Nigel of the shire, Barnoldswick, picture editing. Tom, the ginger puss as the 'Old Tomcat.'Jayne Mashiter for narrating my stories.
Sienna Houghton, Ghostly girl in the woods,
Picture permission from 'Samantha Rose Salon'
Blackburn.
Nigel of the shire, Barnoldswick, picture editing.
Tom, the ginger puss as the 'Old Tomcat.'
Jayne Mashiter for narrating my stories.
millstreamlyricsyoutubechannel
channel
Hope you enjoy these videos, please only watch millstreamlyrics
videos through my website...
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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'
Please note
Only the following videos are made for children!!!
Jayne Mashiter narrating... 'The lonely witch' 'The old Tomcat' and the 'The Giant who liked to sing'