Colin The Cumberland Sausage
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was as happy as a pig in mud.
Today the master butcher made him
for the table of Mr Wood.
So full of beans was Colin
he was nearly bursting from his skin,
until the butcher wrapped him in paper
for the errand boy to deliver him.
Colin the Cumberland sausage
was delivered the very same day
to Publican Wood at the Barley Mow pub
who would cook him in the usual way.
Colin was laid out on the table
ready to go in the pan,
but Wuffer the dog entered the kitchen
and took Colin in his mouth and ran.
Now nobody knows what became of Colin
we assume he was eaten by the dog,
but don’t be surprised to see his brother
on the table of the Barley Mow pub.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Paper And Pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Can’t think of anything to say today
Can’t think of anything to do
Can’t think of anything to play today
Minds gone blank
Leaving me here, just sitting here
Listening to my hair grow
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
And I look towards you
For an inspiration or a word or two
I try but I find
Every road only leads me back to these lines
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
I try but don't get very far
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
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Paper and pen
Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Table for Two
Table for Two
Anywhere
Me and you
Anytime
‘neath the stars,
waterfront,
midday sun.
The focus –
for love
and time and space
to still awhile
and face
each other
and gaze
and smile
and edge across the table -
and kiss
July 2008
poem by Colin Phillimore
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There's Nae Luck about the House
And are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel?
Is this a time to think o' wark?
Mak haste, lay by your wheel;
Is this the time to spin a thread
When Colin's at the door?
Reach me my cloak, I'll to the quay
And see him come ashore.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop's satin gown;
For I maun tell the bailie's wife
That Colin's come to town.
My Turkey slippers maun gae on,
My stockings pearly blue;
It's a' to pleasure my gudeman,
For he's baith leel and true.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fire side,
Put on the muckle pot,
Gie little Kate her button gown,
And Jock his Sunday coat;
And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
Their hose as white as snaw,
It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's been lang awa.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
There's twa fat hens upo' the bauk,
Been fed this month and mair,
Mak haste and thraw their necks about,
That Colin weel may fare;
And mak the table neat and clean,
Gar ilka thing look braw,
For wha can tell how Colin fared
When he was far awa?
Ah, there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like cauler air,
His very foot has music in't
As he comes up the stair!
And will I see his face again,
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
If Colin's weel, and weel content,
I hae nae mair to crave--
And gin I live to keep him sae,
I'm blest aboon the lave.
And will I see his face again,
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
poem by William Mickle
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I do adore food. If I have any vice it's eating. If I was told I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, I could put up with sausage and mash forever.
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The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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June Perfection
June perfection
with you on cliff tops
and the sea-
feeding manic parents
the last traunch of the day.
Diving
Swooping
Soaring
CryingPurbeck rocks
and crashing seas-
a perfect evening
for you and me.
And woodland birds
the gnat and worm
pursue in greeny woods,
so many melodies
in birdland heaven
with you ‘a-twich’
laid out on rocks
like a french resistance lookout
‘into it’
sun enhancing your hair
aflame
and me realising
I love you more than birds can say.
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poem by Colin Phillimore
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Come What May, Day By Day
The worst thing you can do to your child
Is to envy them, or take away their smile
If we teach them to be sad
What hope does the future have
Come what may, day by day
The worst thing you can do to your child
Is to live your life through them, and all the while
There dreams aren't really there's
There future is old and bland
So come what may, day by day
Live your life day by day
Plan for the future come what may
Have a little hope in your heart
Give a little love, play your part
And from these seeds will grow
A better tomorrow
Come what may, day by day
Copyright Colin Coplin 1995 /2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Christmas Alone
When I was a child
Christmas was such a loving joy
Sweetly enhancing the soul
With memories of smiles and laughter
Wearing paper hats and pulling crackers
Golden times with my parents and brother.
Late on Christmas Eve
Close to the midnight hour
My father crept silent as a mouse
Into the bedroom I shared with my brother
To fill our pillowcases with toys
While we pretended to be asleep.
At noon, we all sat around a laden table
With turkey crisp and golden
Ready to be carved; the legs for my brother and me.
Sage and onion stuffing, roast potatoes, brussel sprouts Then the luscious rounded Christmas pudding
With hidden three-penny pieces to bring us luck.
Now, alone and frail in white-haired old age
With parents and brother long gone
I eat alone and watch the Queen on TV
Then doze awhile to dream of other Christmases
When I was a child sitting at a laden table
Hearing my family's laughter sharing in their joy.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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Colin Instructed
Young Colin was as stout a boy
As ever gave a maiden joy;
But long in vain he told his tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
Ah why, the whining shepherd cried,
Am I alone your smiles denied?
I only tell in vain my tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
True Colin, said the laughing dame,
You only whimper out your flame,
Others do more than sigh their tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
He took the hint &c.
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I've seen the Mass For The End Of Time in concert but my brother's the more musical one really.
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Don't Be Sad, Don't Be Blue
Don’t be sad, baby
Don’t be blue
It makes me sad, baby
To see you feel as bad as you do
Don’t be sad, baby
Don’t be blue
For with each tear,
You will shed a little truth
Sex is a currency
Who you believe, can often torment you
Don’t look back, baby
If it bothers you
It’s a fact baby
That the world can both hurt or comfort you
Don’t be sad
Don’t be blue
For if you cry
I’ll know I’ve failed you
And with each tear, all that I fear
Will come true
So don’t be sad
Don’t be blue
Don’t let the moon catch you crying
Crying in my arms
He’ll think I hurt you, baby
He’ll think I done you harm
Don’t be sad
Don’t be blue
Don’t be sad
Don’t be blue
Don’t be sad
Don’t be blue
Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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It's a full on job just looking for human social responsibility.
quote by Colin Greenwood
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When Fate Comes Calling
Thinking of her, while being with you
Mixed emotions, can cut you in two
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
Multi millionaires doing it tough
Losing at monopoly, just ain't never enough
Take it to the real world, then break it half
Don't roll the dice and land on me, I've had enough
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
Don't take it to heart, don't take it for granted
Get out of jail free, is the eleventh commandment
Never a time, when it hasn't been needed
Take it like a man, use it while you can
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
What you gonna do, when fate comes calling
The sound of the telephone, what should I do?
Jump out the window,
Ants in the back yard, coming out to play
No rain today
Going round in circles
Carry above their weight
Copyright Colin Coplin 2012
poem by Colin Coplin
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A tribute to a Legend.
Up at five and really so keen,
To see the bond of man and machine
3 hours to drive to get to the start
We all have a laugh and so full of heart
We know it is early, the weather is damp
But we need to see cars come off the ramp
Through fog and rain we push on with style
We know the main man is due in a while
Then comes a whistle, the marshal says time
A car is now coming through forests of pine
Its howl is so frightening, like a banshee on heat
There is no escape, as we shuffle our feet
And suddenly now its why we are here
McRae over crest of course in top gear!
Its been worth the wait, the weather, the toil,
To see the brave Scot here on home soil
But now there is silence, and its deafening too
Cos you and the wee man have bid us adieu.
So rest in peace Colin you and your lad
You gave us your best, John be proud of your dad.
The memories you left us are above all the rest
You shone like a star, just simply the best.
Colin you're a mate and thats what we all thought
It made you a hero and that just cant be bought.
Now your in heaven with your boy and at rest
But you left us the true meaning of FLAT OVER CREST! .
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Get mad, then get over it.
quote by Colin Powell
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You don't know what you can get away with until you try.
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