Jayne Davies

Rookie - 150 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Jayne Davies Poems

41. Holding On 4/18/2013
42. Honour The Brave 4/3/2013
43. House Of Horror 5/31/2013
44. I Could Always Count On You 12/15/2013
45. I Need More 3/4/2013
46. If Only 4/4/2013
47. If Only A Dream 7/3/2013
48. If Only For A While 5/20/2013
49. I'Ll Hold You Close 1/31/2013
50. In Fear Of The Devil 7/12/2013
51. In My Life You Will Always Be There 2/9/2014
52. In Your Eyes 2/2/2013
53. Let's Try Again 11/8/2014
54. Lets Walk Into The Past 9/26/2013
55. Like Fallen Leaves 10/20/2013
56. Living It Up 3/23/2013
57. Looking Back 8/13/2013
58. Love And Gratitude 2/20/2013
59. Love In The Park 5/3/2013
60. Love You All Over Again 9/13/2013
61. Mixed Emotions 10/4/2013
62. My Angel 2/22/2013
63. My Aunt Elsie 4/4/2013
64. My One And Only 6/1/2013
65. My Soldier Boy 3/26/2013
66. My Sweet Little Haven 5/28/2013
67. My Valley, My Friend 11/27/2013
68. My Wales 3/14/2013
69. My Welsh Valley 2/7/2013
70. One Day 6/18/2013
71. One Day I'Ll Surely Leave You 5/26/2013
72. One Snowy Christmas 12/15/2014
73. One True Angel 4/23/2013
74. Only You 7/10/2013
75. Our Dream Encounter 5/30/2013
76. Our Guiding Star 2/2/2013
77. Out Into The Big Wide World 4/11/2013
78. Pick Me Ups 8/6/2013
79. Pontypridd 4/12/2013
80. Precious Thoughts 8/21/2013
Best Poem of Jayne Davies

I'Ll Hold You Close

Distant memories lost in time,
I close my eyes and think of you.
Memories of the way we were,
Glaze my eyes, like morning dew.

I hear your voice so clearly now,
A loving smile, lights up your face.
We walk together, hand in hand,
Then head for home, that special place.

I miss your love, I miss those times,
The love you shared, your love for me.
It broke my heart, you fell asleep,
No greater friend will ever be.

I'll hold your memory close to heart,
Your love will flow within my veins.
I'll hold you close, right to the end,
My ...

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Disaster In The Kitchen

I've never been good in the kitchen,
My pancakes end up on the mat,
For I'm no Fanny Craddock,
Or Mrs Kipling come to that!

You can tap your shoes with my pastry,
And I can't get my cakes to rise.
Poor Mrs Beeton would turn in her grave
At the state of my apple pies!

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