Poetry

[Womblemum]

Thought I'd get this rolling with this little poem by my grandaughter:

Shaneyboy By Sarah Mullins age 9

I love my Brother Shane
I don’t care if he’s autistic
Cause he’s never a big pain
And he’s really, really mystic

My Brother Shane loves me
I see it in his eyes
You may not see
When he jumps for a big surprise

Times sometimes get tough
But I still love my Brother
I don’t get rough
Cause things would fall asunder

When times do get tough
I never fear
My Brother would not get rough
I’m OK when he is near.

[newtry]

have you ever watched kids on a merry go round
or listend to the rain, slapping on the ground
ever followed a butterflys erratic flight
or gazed at the sun into the fading night
you better slow down, dont dance so fast
time is short the music wont last
do you run through each day, on the fly
when you ask, how are you, do you hear the reply
when the day is done do you lye in your bed
with the next hundred chores, running through your head
ever told your child we'll do it tomorro
and in your haste not see his sorrow
ever lost touch let a good friendship die
cause you never had time to call and say hi
when you run so fast to get some where
you miss half the fun of getting there
when you worry and hurry through your day
it is like an unopened gift, thrown away
life is not a race, do take it slower
hear the music, before the song is over
you better slow down dont dance so fast
time is short, the music wont last.

[Bang Bang]

A little piece of Dublin Poetry!

[Mykidsmom]

Thought I'd get this rolling with this little poem by my grandaughter:

Shaneyboy By Sarah Mullins age 9

I love my Brother Shane
I don’t care if he’s autistic
Cause he’s never a big pain
And he’s really, really mystic

My Brother Shane loves me
I see it in his eyes
You may not see
When he jumps for a big surprise

Times sometimes get tough
But I still love my Brother
I don’t get rough
Cause things would fall asunder

When times do get tough
I never fear
My Brother would not get rough
I’m OK when he is near.

awww dolores....what a great kid...you must be so proud of him....and your very perceptive little granddaughter..!

[khaleduz]

Someday

Someday
When the world is warm
And the flowers are full in bloom
You'll come to be with me
And finally you may see
All that I can be for you

Someday
When the days are long
And the sun shines brightly in the sky
You'll look at me the way I look at you
And see me the way that I see you
A beautiful being to me

Someday
When the full moon shines
And reflects beautifully on the bay
You'll look into my eyes, and say you love me
And tell me all that you want to be
And see I'd do anything for you

Someday
When my dreams have been realized
And everything is right with the world
You'll see deep within my heart is you
And know there's nothing I won't do
And just the same, love me

Someday
When the earth and heaven are one
And we all walk together hand in hand
You'll have a place in your heart for me
But for now, it's only just a dream
Until you see how I care for you

[Bang Bang]

Angels in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along

Emily Dickenson

[Bang Bang]

Codgering

I wake up each morning, scratch my ass and head,
Then read the day's obits to see if I'm dead,
And seeing I'm not I get up for a piddle,
Then crawl back in bed where I diddle a little.

At six I make coffee and drink it down black,
And eat me some toast, without teeth I just smack.
I turn on the TV, tune in to 'Today'
And watch that cute Katie, she'd make a great lay.

I watch for a while till I drop off and doze,
Then wake with a start and go put on my clothes.
If it is not raining I go for a walk
And have me a good time just hearing me talk.

But if it is raining I pick up the phone
And call up my kids who have left me alone.
I find it amusing to make them feel bad
For not ever vis'ting their feeble old dad.

At lunchtime I slurp on a bowl of beef soup,
Then just before naptime I take a long poop,
But if constipation has clogged up my tract
I drink some fresh prune juice to get it unpacked.

And daily I tune to the 'Lawrence Welk Show'
To hear the best music, old tunes that I know;
Before I watch Oprah I empty my bladder,
To miss her from pissin' would be even sadder!

I have early supper then sit in the swing,
While watching the sunset I hear the birds sing;
And when it gets dark I sneak over to watch
Miss Jones through her window while squeezing my crotch.

And feeling quite happy at how the day ends,
I piss before bedtime and put on 'Depends.'
Then after I put my false teeth in a glass,
I lie on my bed and I scratch my old ass.

Within twenty seconds I fall fast asleep,
For when morning comes -- I've a schedule to keep!

Copyright; Darby O'Grady

[sugarmoon]

Codgering

I wake up each morning, scratch my ass and head,
Then read the day's obits to see if I'm dead,
And seeing I'm not I get up for a piddle,
Then crawl back in bed where I diddle a little.

At six I make coffee and drink it down black,
And eat me some toast, without teeth I just smack.
I turn on the TV, tune in to 'Today'
And watch that cute Katie, she'd make a great lay.

I watch for a while till I drop off and doze,
Then wake with a start and go put on my clothes.
If it is not raining I go for a walk
And have me a good time just hearing me talk.

But if it is raining I pick up the phone
And call up my kids who have left me alone.
I find it amusing to make them feel bad
For not ever vis'ting their feeble old dad.

At lunchtime I slurp on a bowl of beef soup,
Then just before naptime I take a long poop,
But if constipation has clogged up my tract
I drink some fresh prune juice to get it unpacked.

And daily I tune to the 'Lawrence Welk Show'
To hear the best music, old tunes that I know;
Before I watch Oprah I empty my bladder,
To miss her from pissin' would be even sadder!

I have early supper then sit in the swing,
While watching the sunset I hear the birds sing;
And when it gets dark I sneak over to watch
Miss Jones through her window while squeezing my crotch.

And feeling quite happy at how the day ends,
I piss before bedtime and put on 'Depends.'
Then after I put my false teeth in a glass,
I lie on my bed and I scratch my old ass.

Within twenty seconds I fall fast asleep,
For when morning comes -- I've a schedule to keep!

Copyright; Darby O'Grady

Very funny "lol"

[khaleduz]

the house

Bless is your house as you move in,
Bless is your house as you walk around,
Bless is your house as you cook and wash,
Bless is your house as you take a rest,
Bless is your house as visitors come and go,
Bless is your house as you switch off at night,
Bless is your house every day and night.

[newtry]

winter in canada
it's winter in canada
and the gentle breezes blow
seventy miles an hour
and thirty five below
oh how i love canada
when the snows up to your butt
you take a breath of winter
and your nose gets frozen shut
yes the weather here is wonderful
so i guess i'll hang around
i could never leave canada
cause i'm frozen to the friggin ground.

[boxman]

Great poems everyone I wish I was so talented but wouldn't know where to start.. what rhymes with start??

[Pammy]

Great poems everyone I wish I was so talented but wouldn't know where to start.. what rhymes with start??

Well ya could try fart.....go on Dave if ya can paint ....ya can put a few words together....lol

[pritamsingh98]

thanx ............post more

[Diddler]

THE YESTERYEAR MAN


For well is he known as yesteryear’s man
where modernity is out and bygones are in.
It’s relics of the past, that bring him good cheer
when studying the technology of yesteryear.

T’is not the software that holds the attraction
for that in itself is but a distraction
T’is the aestetic look and shapely lines
of keyboards and monitors from another time.

As he quaffs the good grape during his repast
he plans his next foray in search of the past
For out there hiding, in some secondhand shop
is a little old Amstrad or Mitac Laptop.

Then out goes this man, this yesteryear man
the saviour of these much loved relics
With wallet in hand and a glint in his eye
he proceeds to make another buy

Well known as the man, the yesteryear man
who quaffs from a glass but never a can
Whose penchant for relics of computers old
that he buys with abandon, where any are sold.

Alone at home with his new found prize
he feverishly seeks the hard disc size
But unable to boot the old relic up
he soon realizes he’s been sold a pup.

But never a man to be downhearted
he continues his visits to secondhand shops
In search of old technology, in need of a rest
dusty and stained and way past its best.

(PJD03)

[Diddler]

STARGAZING


Stars above shining brightly
from a cloudless sky,
Twinkle now as always nightly
brilliant spectrals on high.

Planets up among the stars
Saturn, Jupiter and Mars.
Mercury Venus there as well
countless others astronomers tell

Earth revolving round and round
moving quickly without sound,
Bringing always into view
constellations of brilliant hue.

(PJD62)