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They waddle around gardens
And have squashed faces
i love that one the best.
thanks for sharing it
I can do anything, in control of my fate.
Rushing around, getting jobs done,
I didn't know my life could be this fun!!
ticking off slowly, the jobs from my list,
i never thought
i'd do all this
errands to run,
and visit the store,
then come back home,
and get on with more.
there's stuff in the garden,
and stuff in the house
there's stuff in the letterbox,
loads to sort out.
preparations for christmas,
and inviting friends round,
celebrating with them,
the jolliest sound!
and stuff in the oven,
and under the stairs
and stuff in the fridge,
so much to prepare
there's laundry to wash,
and windows to clean
pets need attention,
don't want to be mean
kids to collect,
from the colledge and school,
and then for the evening,
we can act like a fool
hide and seek,
or play peekaboo
or go out on the swings,
there's so much we can do!
we could go on a picnic,
we could go to the beach
we could try for the funfair,
have a candy floss each
we could go to the circus,
or the arcade,
let's just have a good time,
what do you say?
there's so much to see,
and i'll show you it all
from ducks in a duck pond,
to kids playing ball
and aeroplanes that go as high as the sky,
birdies and insects,
are pretty when they fly
and cute little animals,
like puppies and cats,
we could go to a farm,
would you like that?
Then, with no warning, my world crashes down,
My smiles dissolve, and my face wears a frown.
Tears falling silent, deep in my heart,
Hiding my pain, I play a part.....
it's hard to talk,
it's hard to explain,
why i'm feeling like this,
all over again
i'd explain in great detail,
about what i can feel,
but you're too young for that talk,
so it wouldn't seem real
to tell you what,
i'm going through,
so let's just go home,
find something to do
cos i need peace and quiet,
and to rest a bit,
this really is nasty,
i just don't like it
trapped in an elevator,
full of my thoughts,
no button to quit,
though i want to abort
so sorry everyone,
for how i'm feeling today,
it happens in cycles,
that is the way.
Im the girl you tease,
But there's more to me than what you see.
You dont see my pain,
You don't see my hurt,
You don't see me.
I am the unknown future,
I am the unheard cry,
I am the unseen tears,
I am the unfelt sadness,
I am the untasted poison,
I am who you don't want.
Im the cut down rain forest,
Im the dried up river.
But there's more to me than what you hear.
You don't see the tears i cry,
You don't see the scars,
You don't see me.
I am the unknown future,
I am the unheard cry,
I am the unseen tears,
I am the unfelt sadness,
I am the untasted poison,
I am who you don't want.
The happyness you feel,
the friends you make,
The things you think,
That's not me.
I am the unknown future,
I am the unheard cry,
I am the unseen tears,
I am the unfelt sadness,
I am the untasted poison,
I am who you don't want.
brilliant. Animal poems rule.
I to, think Jo&Helen
should take me Llama trekking
Your big troddy toes,
Your oddly short but long neck,
Llama Trekking is the way to go?
From the Camelid family you raise,
White black with shades of grey,
beige, brown, red and roan between.
It may be solid, spotted,
But I think Jo&Helen should take me
Llama Trekking
Here is my contribution - this is one that my boy Alex wrote at uni.
Carrotopia
I once cultivated a carrot top
ina saucer, ona windowsill.
It soon looked every inch the desert island
with lilting trees at its centre hill.
One night (probably when I was watching,
tearyeyed in the moonlight),
a team of ants parachuted in
floating tiny like the starsbright.
They constructed a miniature shantytown
all about the saucer's rim,
and stole paper to fashion boats,
that they boldly sailed in.
(some did not make it).
Upon reaching the golden isle,
They chopped down the greenling trees for fire,
but before bed (and God) they made a solemn pact
never to eat this golden land they so desired.
Next morning as birds sang up the sun,
I woke to the sound of lungburn drinking,
and saw ten fat little bodies there drowning,
still eating as they were sinking.
...
Lord Forgive Me by Kathryn Maris
Kyrie eleison! I said it in the pub.
I said it to my bitter then I said
it to my heart, with nothing not to dread:
my sins were great: I drank there with my love.
Kyrie iesu christe, God above
and me below, drinking at the Hog?s Head.
?So. Will you love me better when I?m dead??
He knew it was a joke, but didn?t laugh
just turned away to look at the TV.
(Arsenal was playing Everton.)
Another man was fixed upon the game
and held his hands together on his knee
and chanted and rebuked. But not my man,
who recognizes neither loss nor blame.
I've done it all my life.
It makes my peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife.
Aww, love this, My Dad used to say it to my sister and I all the time when we were ickle
oh EmEm's a BinMen
Se wears a binmen's hat
she wears cor blimey trousers
And she waiting for a council flat
She's looks a proper spanner
In her great big hob nailed boots
she's got such a job to pull em up
That she calls them daisy roots
That poem is really good. Powerful too.
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There was a young lady called hmmm7
Who would drink a cuppa or seven
When she got cold
A cuppa she would hold
Then she would feel like she's in heaven.
The Roman Centurion's Song
Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300
LEGATE, I had the news last night--my cohort ordered home
By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below;
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall.
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid--my wife--my wife and son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?
For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze--
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted days?
You'll follow widening Rodanus till vine and olive lean
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate's triple gate: but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!
You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines
Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but--will you e'er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?
Let me work here for Britain's sake--at any task you will--
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.
Legate, I come to you in tears--My cohort ordered home!
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind--the only life I know,
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!
Kipling.
Nice one poets & critics! :thumb:
I'm going to put £42 on the young runners page for Purpled_haze
and £42 on the YouthNet Dream Team page.
Incidentally, if anyone is around in London for the Marathon come down to Canada water and say hi to me where I'll be cheering. *Seany* won't be far away either.