Thought maybe Mustang or Chick would jump in here somewhere.
Mustang likes horses and Chick is a great poet! The Divine Ms.
M. is an excellent poet! This give 'em 4 words and write a
poet thing is fun, a bit challenging, but fun!

Hey Jabber, your poem is better than purple sneakers! Lol New words:
Horses, camels, desert, heat

Remember those cool ads of cowboys;- big and rugged.
Whiskey flasks by their sides, ready to jug it.

Galloping off towards the sunsets; in red and orange they would glow.
Through barren deserts, yellow prairies, and mountains of snow.

They would hold their horses' reins lightly in one gloved hand,
While hoofs thundered and manes flew, as they crossed the land.

And no matter where they were riding; east, west, north or south,
A Camel cigarette hung out of the corner of their mouth.

Smoke curled up, and made 'em shut one crinkly eye,
Their teeth white and gleaming, ewwwweee; my kind of guy!

Nothing could stop them, no heat or cold,
But me? I'm getting all flushed as this story is told.

So good-night Jabber…and thanks for those words,
Love thinking about those men, not new-age computer nerds.

New Words
joy writing fullfilled imagination

Whether you're a girl or a boy,
Creative WRITING is always a JOY.

The mind like a garden needs to be tilled,
with words and ideas your dreams are FULLFILLED.

Sit down with pad and pencil, and begin your creation,
you are only limited by your own IMAGINATION...


WORDS: black, white, menu, butler

Edelweiss3 & Chatty, Your poems made me smile. I never owned purple sneakers but do have a pair of bright pink Nikes. LOL...Poems are joyful things!

Words: black, white, menu, butler

Black as black is the darkest night,
And celestial stars shine ever so white.

That new place in town, they call "Snooty Fox,"
The neighbor's butler says, its menu really rocks.

Yesterday I read, here in the boomers' forum,
Three Vegas kittens now live in nice, new decorum.

Thoughts of Las Vegas bring to my mind,
Glamor, glitter, entertainment so fine.

Never have I considered the neglected or those in strife,
Seldom do I think 'bout abandoned animal life.

So this off-hand tribute, honors loving volunteers,
Those like Chatty who help, the needy down through
the years!

P.S. Just want you to know that stanza about the butler
is mere fiction to accommodate given words. Groovy and I
do not live in the section of town that hires butlers.
We're plain country folk!


New Words:
Red, locate, include, cache

Oh my goodness jabber, now I am once again blubbering like a child. How come its so difficult for me to take a kind and generous compliment? Not sure, but it does make me cry happy tears of gratitude. Thank you!

I don't know Chatty; I'm like that, too. Maybe we're not used
to hearing them very often, so we don't know how to react.
But truth is truth: Didn't mean to make you cry.

Happy tears Jabber, no apology necessary believe me.

There once was a sweet lady named Chatty
Her poems were witty and batty.
They made me cry,
Laugh and sigh,
They were smart and clever like a catty.

There once was a poet named Jabber
She can compete with any honky -tonk rapper
She's got rhythm in her soul,
Her rhymes will make you roll.
On the floor with tears and laughter.

The three of us are the core.
Don't know if anyone reads this thread anymore.
But it doesn't matter,
Cause Chatty and Jabber,
Makes Edelweiss want to write more and more.

Edelweiss3, that was kewl...


We wee musketeers,
Sure enjoy this place,
Each newly formed poem,
Puts a smile on our face.

If nobody else reads them,
It matters not,
We think they're fun,
And they really rock!

Edelweiss claims, she gets a kick,
Out all the words ramdonly picked.

She molds 'em into poems,
With pretty rhymes,
Some funny, some serious,
But none are a crime.

So Chatty, Edelweiss, Eagle, too,
keep jabber laughin' as you create anew.

Poems are lighthearted, poems are a joy,
Whether 'bout cowboys or some broken toy.

Where's those new words from the poem 'bout Vegas,
Were they made into catnip,
so the kitties could betray us?
LOL...

New words: These are from the butler, Vegas, Kitty poem

Red, locate, include, cache

All I can think to say is this,
Don't you wonder how Wall Street,
Took such a twist.

Devilish dudes, handlin' large sums,
Compiled a cache, which swelled second to none.

Why they weren't red flagged,
and made accountable to show,
They were playin' unfair,
I would like to know.

For then shady investors,
And dirty-dealing dudes,
Might not think themselves so clever,
so smart 'n shrewed.

Now geocaching: That's a harmless thing,
They hide caches in hills, woods 'n springs,
It's a treasure hunt,
Stuff is innocently placed,
Nobody gets hurt,
Nobody gets disgraced.



New Words: You pick whatever pleases!

On second thought let's try:

Yellow, heartbroken, scum, rum