What say you...?

Here are two poems I wrote a while ago. What do you
think about them?

A LONGING SOUL

My soul longs for a more carefree time,
back before terrorism and way too much crime.
I pray human bodies could be free of pain,
and wish love-centered society, would peacefully reign.


FARM GROWN GAL

Mary Ann, John J., Pearl and Ray,
Raised three kids, the county housed away.
Orchard Hill Farms is where they were brought,
Fed and clothed, nurtured and taught.

Kittens, calves, chicks and cats,
Lived with the folks,
Down in there in the flats.
Daddy worked daylong, didn't stop,
Milkin' cows and harvestin' crops.

Tractors 'n trucks, were shinin' so bright,
Grandpa's paint jobs made 'em look just right.

At sunrise, old rooster was crowin' his alarm,
We were on top of the world,
down there on the farm.

Thank you Jesus, for takin' us there,
Cause bringing up bantams, 'twas ever so dear!

I'm getting brave, now.

Here's the one I really want critiqued. Hope you don't mind!


BABY BONITA ROSE

Bonita Rose with fingers grabs toes,
While lying in her crib,
Giggles and noise of girls and boys,
make happy, Bonita Rose.
Brothers and sisters in fun do take part,
which greatly gladdens the wee baby's heart.
Once siblings stayed and everyone played,
with baby Bonita Rose.
But from the kitchen came a different sound,
Momma and lover by dad had been found.
Unannounced and home from the war,
Two new babies not there before,
And one was Bonita Rose.
Baby knew not what had gone wrong,
Next time she awoke all were gone,
from baby Bonita Rose.
This story is true,
it is not a joke,
Silence surrounds,
Baby's spirit is broke!

Baby Bonita Rose:
You brought the message over very cleverly. First the happiness and the loving siblings; then the loneliness and lost feeling.

I am not really a fan of modern abstract poetry. I like the old fashioned rhyming with rhythm. So what bothered me a little was the irregular beat.

I count the syllables, and the other lines or every second line should have the same count. You got that pretty down pat in your poem Farm Growing Gal. I really like that one. What are bantams?

And I hear you in A Longing Soul. The last sentence was a little too long for my taste…Maybe instead of love-centered use just a one syllable word.

I love to write poems too jabber. It’s fun and soothing. Got any more?

bantams are spirited individuals according to the dictionary.

I thought the last poem was sad and I agree it was a clever delivery. I'm just the opposite in my "favs" as far as poetry is concerned...I like the abstract.

Here is a contest you might want to think about entering.

http://www.sps.com/poetry/index.html

Bantam is also a breed of chickens. Both of my grandmothers had Bantams in their chicken pens. When we first moved out here, my mom gave me a pair of Bantams, a rooster and a hen. The raccoons killed them both... pulled their heads of through the chicken wire on the pen.

JJ, are you thinking of banshee? or phantom?

jabber, the Bonnie Rose poem made me sad.

Just giving what the dictionary said.

My use of bantams is meant to mean younglings. Guess it's the farmer terminology, in me. You gals are professionals. I was
simply testing the water. Don't know about you, but I find it
nearly impossible to judge my own writing. Anybody else have
that problem? Thanks for the advice! Love you...prayers and blessing. The baby poem is sad. I know that. But it's my heart talking. The 25-month-old still hurts, sometimes.

Beautiful soul gripping poem, Bonita Rose, and yes, you should enter a poetry contest. You are that good. When something can make a reader sit back and think about what they just read, it is a winner.

Heartfelt, you definitely pull the reader in with your emotions, but I agree with Edelweiss that the meter needs to be more precise.

OK, EW, you said you like to write poetry. And, I know meredith is gifted in that area. And jabber, too. I've played around with it some. How 'bout we play a poem writing game, four words to start. Next person creates a four line poem, using the four words, then leaves four new words on the table for the next poet, who repeats the two steps:
1. Writing a four line poem with the four words left by the prior
2. Leaving four new words.

Example:
four words on table:
man, than, scared, fun

1. write poem:

What is more fun
Than a man on the run
Scared by a lass
With more than one a**

2. Leave four new words on the table:

sock, drag, why, boy

Anyone wanna give it a try? Or, is this too silly/stupid? It's sometimes harder than one might think.

YES GIMS! This is fun! I thought thinking up the 4 new words was the hardest.
Next?

sock, drag, why, boy

There is something spooky about a washing-machine.
It eats up some socks, and scrubs the rest of ‘em clean
“Why,� asked the boy, as he dragged his bare footy,
“Can’t it eat my undies? Don’t care ‘bout a bare booty.�

Next four words: Baby, sleep, not, night

Chatty, I did enter all three in contests, way back
when they were first written over five years ago. And the sites that had contests, gushed over them and gave awards, etc. But it was a con game: they'd publish them if I bought their goods. Back then, each publication cost $25.00. The plan is to include the baby poem in my second manuscript. I'll be sending the work I'm doing now your way in a few months. I like your editing skills.

Divine Ms. M,
I never played an instrument and cannot read music. I'm thinking perhaps that's why I don't get the rhythmic notion that you and EW mentioned, down properly.

My writing has a tendency toward the abstract and I'm working at making it more traditional. Some people like abstract paintings; but, it has been my experience that few folks enjoy abstract writing.

Now I'll see what I can leave behind on gims' poetic game idea.

Thank you everybody for the input!
Prayers and blessings...

It's fun to watch a baby at play,
See carefree smiles, his crawl and sway.
The baby plays and frolics with zest,
Enjoys solid sleep that's the very best.
Baby worries none and stresses not,
Depends on big folks for everything he's got.
Baby tries to hug all that's in sight.
His life is love and it seems so right,
No wonder baby rests all through the night.

Four new words:
Fall, vote, left, right

Jabber that's cute!

Come on one and all lets do a poetry brawl!

Please read gims post. She explains the rules!

There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who... Ooops! Wrong forum!

Sorry, just couldn't resist! I used to write poetry in high school; had some pretty good ones. I'll have to figure out where those are and post a few.

Fall, vote, left, right:



As the leaves changed in fall,
I received a phone call.
These surveys have become such a nuisance!

"And how will you vote?
We want a quick quote."
Said the surveyor girl with a vengeance!

"Will you vote left or right?"
Asked the caller tonight.
And I told her Left WILL make a difference!


Okay, here's four new words - have fun with this!

wine, men, age, skin

Ok...here goes

I was a beer drinker til age 24
When I dated a guy who was much younger
He drove me to drink Tequila and Coke
and didn't fulfill all my hunger

I changed to a man who was older than me
Age shouldn't matter... I'm frisky
That was when I turned 53
He drove me to Bourbon and Whiskey

I tried once again to find me a man
who didn't entice me to drink
The one that I found was an X whino hound
So I decided I'd date him...my shrink

That didn't last and my life flew by fast
T'was time to give it a rest
I now live alone and I own my own home
With a wine cellar empty at best

I'm now at an age where sobers the rage
Alas I can't help where I've been
I've given up drink which allows me to think....
Men just get under my skin

Thick, Island, Envelope, Tissue

Hey Chick,
Love your booze guzzlin', men chasing, morale reformin'
poem!

One day I went walking with Nick,
In a briar patch we struggled, so THICK.

He said its like being in Tailand,
I said nope, it feels more like an ISLAND.

To the mailbox I rushed, but felt like a dope,
I missed the mailman, while dropping my ENVELOPE.

Nick laughed and said its a non-issue,
As I wiped away my tear with a TISSUE.

Four words

Sorry, lover, scenery, flowers

Haha...you gals are good!

Chatty,
Your poem was great! Nick, thick; Tailand, island; dope, envelope; non-issue, tissue...that's cool, girl!
And we'll have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes my T-bird
away...

Thanks Jabber and EW I liked yours too and where's the rest of the poets?

Yes! Come on ladies! Poems here. I started this thread, because
I'd like feedback on whether or not to include that baby poem of
mine in a manuscript I'm hoping [the Good Lord willing] to rewrite. I wonder if it's too much of a downer for readers
to read. What say you?

Sorry, lover, scenery, flowers

While sitting under a walnut tree,
My lover and I looked at the scenery.

We weren’t kissing, or anything like that,
I was mad, ‘cause he stepped on a cat.

He had called it a rat.
Plus he told me I’m fat.

We were a sorry sight to see,
Under that shady walnut tree

But then after a few hours,
He handed me some smelly flowers;

Which I gave to my goat; Baby- Frisco.
Wanna find me a new man at the next disco.


Next words; fly, free, home, sweet

Home Sweet Home
Somebody sent me chocolates in the mail last year
I kept them in my closet and remembered they were there
I opened up that sweet sweet box and found a big fat fly
crying on the cherry one..I had to ask her "Why?"
She said "My home burned to the ground last Winter Christmas Eve."
She pouted as she wiped her little nose along her sleeve
"Now that you have found me, I have no free place to go.
It's cold outside and you know I can't last long in the snow"
I said "Don't you worry honey, Cause here you're not alone.
I put the top back on the box and said "Welcome to your Home."

tusk, potato(e), ink, clock

The elephant has a long tusk
He drags it along in the dusk

I know how he feels
After spinning my wheels
My butt drags at night, its a must!

As right now I'm too tired for more ink
And I'll NOT waste it on political stink

More dirt than potatoes
Has been dug up by haters

Let's give it a rest, don't you think?

God almighty just let it be done
And the REP be the one who has WON!

Tick, tock...goes clock
Do I dare type and mock?

Damn straight.

Next words: mango, north, mailman, seat

The mango tree, on the north side lot,
blocked my neighbors' view of our mailbox.
A gal next door and one beyond,
Had a bet that seemed to drag on and on.
Our mailman was a lady but they couldn't see,
And nobody knew if she was he or she,
That is, no one knew for sure, cept me.
Then one day a package came,
It needed my signature, it needed my name.
Off the seat and into my drive,
walked the mailman with the package that arrived.
The girl next door won the bet they had,
For she was right and the one to believe,
The mailman was a lady, she wasn't a he.



Four words: escape, male, washboard, yard

Sorry gals. I ran out of time!

Oh well. Some days are better than other!

The family gathered, it wasn't so hard,
each holding things they found in the yard
Me with my handsaw, Joe with his sticks,
Jake to give rhythm with his red tinted bricks
Pappy joins in on a new running chord
with his knee propping up the family washboard
Female and male all fall into fun
as the pulse of the meters come together as one
At the point of crescendo, our concert takes shape
our souls all revived with joyous escape
Nothing on earth could bring us such pleasure
than melding as one with each pounding measure
After we're spent, and tools put away
We look at each other, a new memory to weigh
Thank God for family and music.


(seems easier to work something up in more than four lines - thanks... AND you all are sooooooo good!!!! talented!!!!!)


New words: rising, fox, create, spotted

gims,
Love the poem. Don't have time to do a rising, fox, create, spotted poem right now. Maybe I can get back to it in a couple
days. When I read those 4 words, I pictured a fox leaping across a hayfield at sunrise and a spotted pony eating in a pasture.
Word association is a real trip. You've gotta love it!

I loved reading your work - thanks for sharing. There is so much out there that can be done with poetry. I would start researching and submitting. Perhaps you'll be the next poet laureat. Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing.

PS. I was very sad for Bonita Rose, yet I suspect that her story is not that unusual. As adults we don't realize the full effect of our actions on kids. Even at a very young age. Her trust level will never be the same. There are a lot of Bonita Rose's out there!

Gims… you are a poet…and I hope you know it!
Since no one else is responding…..here I go again.

New words: rising, fox, create, spotted


New words: Vote, Obama, McCain, drama

Not sense high school have I seen such drama
A man named McCain against another named Obama
The vote will decide which one leads the nation
Hopefully ending people's growing frustration
Or not!

anyone still game?
switch top mark place

I love this game, forgot about it for a minute though, but I'm backkkkk!


I wasn't wearing a single stitch,
when my hubby hit me playfully with a SWITCH.

I yelled you fool you'll leave a MARK,
You think its funny, say its just a lark.

Bet if I'd slap you silly with the kitchen mop,
You start spinning around just like a TOP.

Oh give me a break, stop the sad face,
Its about time I put you in your PLACE.

Words: Parlor, Piano, Pizza, Pumpkin

Gosh, I couldn’t resist this one Chatty. You picked such fun words.

Paul and Paula sitting in a parlour
Eating pizza and pumpkin pie
With puffing pig cheeks, bigger than a dollar
They were prompted to sing a lullaby.

Paul played proudly on his purple piano,
Paula piteously pivoted the polka prettily
You look like a punchy, pink nosed piranha
Said Paul to Paula pointedly.

The moral of the story, is try not to rhyme
With words starting with the same letter
Obviously I wrote this in a few minutes time
Now YOU try…I bet you are better!


Can we stay with Chatty's words? Next one!
Parlor, Piano, Pizza, Pumpkin

Poppa's piano sat in the parlor, bright and shiny,
'twas a small baby grand...
For Halloween a scary ole pumpkin,
Stood next to the spinet on an iron stand.
I ordered a pizza every now and then,
For pop had cravings, like any red blooded man.
As fate would have it, our delivery boy,
Showed up at the house with such youthful joy...
May I play the piano, he said with a grin,
What could it hurt the lad was already in.
Folks, please keep your cash tip,
and simply allow me to take a musical trip.


Live, life, love, lessons

Woops,
Parlor, piano, pizza, pumpkin

My mom made me pizza; it wasn't my choosing,
a hot steamy pie, cheese melted and oozing
Atop the piano she placed it when ready
the smell was so stinky, it made me feel heady
Once she departed the malodorous parlor
I followed her exit with a disgruntled holler
"Momma, oh momma, confused in your kitchen,
somehow you messed up when doing your mixing.
This should have cheese and one other toppin',
but certainly not spice and pieces of pumpkin."



Live life with surety
Love life with purity
Learn with life lessons
To earn life blessings
Love & live life's blessed lessons


throat taken was hour

Ha ha , I just love it!

Edelweiss, you are a trip, and thats a good thing. Very good Jabber! Hummm, now this may take a minute or two...LOL!

I have found that what you give,
is what you get back as you LIVE.

If you don't want any strife,
be sure to live a good LIFE.

When it comes to push or shove,
All anyone wants is true LOVE.

So now don't you go around messin,
Listen and learn life's good LESSONS.

When out drinking with a crowd and they star to spout bar-lore,
Run, head for the hills, home to hide in the PARLOR.

Just hope upon hope that your lovely friend Anno,
Will stop by today to play for you, the PIANO.

Or maybe it will be Ruby, the one they call Sleeza,
Who'll show up on your doorstep carrying a PIZZA.

Hey, don't you call me a silly as/ bumpkin,
Just cause I am shaped like a Halloween PUMPKIN,

WORDS: tennis, moose, testicles, inventory

I worked at a place where tickle me moose were suddenly all the rage
We'd dress them up in Tennis Shoes and got paid quite the wage
When testing them we tickled them behind their long back legs
One by one they rolled across til I noticed one with "eggs"?
And as I checked the inventory I said, I'm in a pickle
They all had "eggs" between their legs, sure they won't be worth a nickel
I told the gal who glued the "eggs" on each and every Moose
I wanted two "test" tickles to see if anything was loose
I guess the deed is done now and we have to sell these toys
Renamed them Moosie Goosie and yes they ALL are boys

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! chick
I'll take two Moosie Goosies... what are they worth with the "test" tickles? LOL, too cute!

will you be offering new words? I know I can't top yours for chatty's words.

I must say again, you all are so smart and talented! And, I agree, chatty, this is fun... even when they don't come out just right (as in mine), it's still fun.

Sorry, I forgot the words. Tee Hee Hee I love this thread too. Problem is I want to write every poem...I have to restrain myself.
Jungle, Published, Mister, France

Every time I go hunting in the JUNGLE,
I trip and fall and drop my bundle.

Then it never fails, I lose my pants,
Just like when street dancing in FRANCE.

If it were not for my noisy sister
I'd be her vacationing with a sexy MISTER.

I know writing a travel guide can be troublish,
But there nothing as thrilling as when its PUBLISHED!

WORDS: Trumpet, Hatbox, Donut, Mockingbird.

I want to try the parlor, piano, pizza and pumpkin again.

Since a pumpkin pizza doesn't sound very good,
Let's search for ingredients like we know we should.
Get tomatoe sauce, pepperoni, and cheese,
They'll make good pizza that's sure to please.
We'll meet in the parlor and have a snack,
And hear pa play piano, with fun tunes back to back.


Trumpet, Hatbox, Donut, Mockingbird

Blow the trumpet, then listen with both ears,
To ole mockingbird, mock its sound real clear.
Some days he'll chirp like a cardinal or jay,
Look at him now, eating donut you threw away.
Watch out, don't you know, the hatbox is open,
And there on the porch, birds might go a gropin'.
A hat may be temptin' to fowl when they rest,
Ladies' hats, make a great feather nest.


innocent, trouble, sweet, distress

You aced the piano, pizza etc. one Jabber. I will be back later to try your new words.

innocent, trouble, sweet, distress

OH,the trouble and distress
I'm sweet as sweet can be
I'm pure and chaste and innocent
That sucks at ninety three

ouch, those are some hard words to work with, jabber... but here goes... taking it in a different direction than chick

Emotions still tender, tears ready to fall
Not wholly innocent, I realize my thrall
The trouble it brings me with dirtied distress
I search for the end to my unholy mess
Not finding the comfort in pity of me
I find sweet surrender by letting it be
Once thoughts are settled and I'm back close to whole
I re-spark my blessings to re-spark my soul.


taken given shared left

Oh, chick, the added image made it even BETTER!

Chick, hahahahahaha love it! Got any new words?

Jabber sure is on a roll!

Gims, when I read your poems I feel like tap dancing. they are ausome.

Chatty this was a great line:
"I know writing a travel guide can be troublish,
But there nothing as thrilling as when its PUBLISHED!"

And you know what,...we are our own best audience. tee hee...

I'm baaaack!!!
Oh Chick, your cartoon lady was awesome, so cute!!!

Okay let me try Jabbers words...

You keep telling me that I'm so SWEET,
and I'm almost good enough to eat.

So stop cheating on me, causing such TROUBLE,
are you purposely trying to burst my bubble.

Mixed emotions I keep pent,
hoping upon hope, you are INNOCENT.

But then I catch you with your mistress,
Causing me to suffer loves final DISTRESS.

New Words:
clock, lock, stock, sock

Love the picture, Chick! What a gal!

gims,
You're good, girl!!!

Chatty,
I loved your poem!!!

Edelweiss2,
Jump in here gal; I just pick the words out the air!

This is funnnnnnnnnnn....

clock, lock, stock, sock...?

Wall Street says, markets are almost at zero,
So my financial expert, is no longer my hero.
Investments seem stalled, in some imaginary lock,
Now I sit forelorned and stare at the clock!
Most have lost money in stock, don't you see.
Thus time steals us blind, while riches do flee.
Guess I'll take a sock, from a bedroom chest,
And hide remaining cash, under an ole mattress!


New words,
boomer babies benefit bouncy

How timely, jabber...excellent!

tap dancing, eh, EW?... can you teach me to break away from using the same structure, comfortably ?

Boom-diti, boom-diti, boom-diti, boom
My babies and I dance through the room
Bouncy and twirly
Carefree and girly
Boomer and babies chasing off worry
Who will benefit, boomer or babe?
Both, I sing, as we dance out the day
Boom-diti, boom-diti, boom-diti, boom
My babies and I dance from the room
But, we'll be back.


hands teach blow listen

OMG, do you all realize how talented we are? These are awesome poems. Wish more of the gals would jump in and post here too. Humm, light bulb moment!

Here I sit just a missen,
someone nice that will LISTEN.

Not someone to beat the band,
Just a friend to hold my HAND.

Needing one to accept my reach,
give me advice and gently TEACH.

Taking the time to go real slow,
So as not to cause my mind to BLOW.

WORDS: slick, purple, bible, rock

slick, purple, bible, rock

As I sit here alone in my cabin
Remembering the days that went fast
I take out my bible and read all the names
Of my family already passed
In my purple shawl, I sit near the wall
With A beach rock under my feet
It's warm and it's slick, but it does the trick
To help fill those old bones with heat
As I rock in my chair, I shed a tear
For my loved one who recently passed
I'm old and I'm lonely, Now I'm one and only
Oh how did this life go so fast?

Chickadee, loved it but where are your new words???

I ALWAYS forget them
Ok...forget, country, mathematics, yawn

I wrote this poem last night, but couldn't post it for some reason. So I'm still using gims words.

hands teach blow listen…ew…these are hard? Hmmmmm,,,I can’t break away from my own structure Gims.


I remember a day many years ago,
Lying in a meadow trying to blow
On a green blade of grass, which I held too tight.
Teach me! I cried! I’m not doing this right!

Watch and listen, my brother would say,
While blowing Taps, between his hands, all day.
I puffed my cheeks, not a single sound would come out,
I blew so hard, I got a permanent pout.

Yup, I saved myself some plastic surgery,
Grew lucky lips for my man, eternally …. tee hee.

Now onward with chick's words: forget, country, mathematics, yawn

Mathematics, schismatics both make me yawn,
I live in the country and awake around dawn.
Somedays I forget, where I put that ole list,
of chores I think are a bore,
I work till I'm beat and dead on my feet,
Then recline for a knap till I snore.

New words:
Advice, discontent, revive and repent

goodness... we're working into more complicated words.... but, I'll not shy away.

You asked my advice,
and asked for it twice.
I gave it to you.
You show discontent
for how it all went.
I'm sorry for you.
I sit down to scribe
a way to revive
this friendship with you.
For me to repent
for how your choice went~
would that satisfy you?
We each have the might
to make this all right.
I ask that of you.

page ride hawk plot

Way out west, among the sage,
I'm afraid I never heard the PAGE.

As i stood off to the side,
waiting for a horse and RIDE.

I noticed everyone started to gawk,
OMG, its a was a giant desert HAWK.

Cruising some road kill that nothing but rot,
With hunger in its eyes, we knew its PLOT.

WORDS: merry, trousers, marble, candle

Light the candle, bring out the booze,
If we don't have a merry time, we'll go for a cruise.

Remember the taste of sweet marble fudge,
And how gramps couldn't get ole mule to budge.
Remember daddy's face and his silly, silly grin,
Or how stubborn ole momma wouldn't let anyone in.

Memories, memories, I see cows and my horse,
Times gone by are par for the course.

New Words:
storms, travel, over, rail

WORDS: merry, trousers, marble, candle


Went to the store to buy a fancy candle
Something with a light vanilla scent.
On the way, saw more than I could handle
From new sweaters to decor for Advent.

When suddenly I stopped in my tracks! I say!
As I looked in one fine show case window.
The jackets and trousers they displayed,
Would even dress up a bare bellied Hindu.

Oh my, I cried with pure delight.
This is what I’ve been looking for.
I imagined myself dressed to the tee, just right
As I skidded across the marble floor.

When I got home and unpacked my new clothes,
I remembered that vanilla candle; never bought
I’ll go tomorrow, and I need some new hose,
Candle shopping is fun; I merrily thought.

Grandkids, playing, wise, story

eeeee...I just read my last poem again.

In German there is a saying for a bad poem: "write a rhyme, or you will be eaten...in other words, rhyme it; no matter what!

Kill the poet! Kill the poet!

We GRANDKIDS wait in all our glory,
for our favorite grandma to tell us a STORY.

She never treats us according to size,
she says little people can be very WISE.

It isn't just what shes saying,
Why we'd rather be with grandma, than be out PLAYING.


WORDS: Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe...

LOL, well I say, kill the German (not really) who started saying that, EW... a poem can take any form the poet chooses, rhyming or not. EW, looks as if you and jabber posted at the same time... chatty grabbed your four words, so I'll try jabber's words:
storms, travel, over, rail

Storms---
what they bring to my kind
A big one brews outside,
while one brews in my mind
Tumbling over and over,
thoughts - pitiless and unkind -
travel through each higher nerve
leaving misery behind.
I rail hurt to the wind,
howls from both storms combined,
Baring soul to each storm,
full release I must find.

Ask that German if there's a saying about punctuation...lol.

And to get back to chatty's four words:

Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe

Thanks Gims, I somehow missed Jabbers words altogether.

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe...?
I'll pick one, when I don't know,
Which to choose or throw away,
Eenie, meenie, miney,moe,
What can I do, what can I say!

Or,
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe,
Catch a tiger by his toe,
If he hollers, let him go,
eenie, meenie, miney, moe.


New words,
friends, boomers, join, rhymesters

Gims,

Punctuation Joke:

An English professor wrote the words, "a woman without her man is nothing" on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly.

The men wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."

The women wrote: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."

I bet you know which version I agree with!

Any arguments make sure are on the mends,
because its no fun to lose any FRIENDS.

When I get upset, my friends the BOOMERS,
Just tell me to put on my big girl bloomers.

Lose some fat and those flabby loins,
will separate, and no longer JOIN.

I haven't a clue what is meant by RHYMESTER,
I think our friend Edelweiss is playing the jester.
--------------------------------------------------
A tiny Een,
is called an EENIE.

When you provoke one.
they become quite the MEENIE.

I once knew a woman by the name of Hermine,
selfish about her things, she'd yell out they're MYNIE

If you don't hang on tight to your dough,
you'll be in the street, a homeless MOE.
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WORDS: Beagle, grass, rooftop, alley

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
Why do I have a big black toe
It wasn't like that yesterday
It was kinda blue and greenish gray

Eenie,meenie, miney, moe
Today I have an extra toe
This one's red and orangy
Kinda like the color of Tea

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
I'm naming them as they grow
What do I call the little stub
Joe the plumber, the little grub

Eenie,meenie, miney, moe
I only have one more to grow
And I can only hope for green
I'm Jabba the Hut For Halloween

friends, boomers, join, rhymesters

Blame it all on my roots
I thought it was cute
When first this site did appear
Not first one to show
Not last one to go
I was the last one I thought I'd see here

And I've seen surprise
and tears in my eyes
When toasting my friends with champaign

Well, this toast is for you
Cause Boomers I knew
I'd rarely hear you complain

I got friends in high places
Where the chatter sounds
and it's without faces
Who cares anyway
We're all ok

We're not big on stating cases
just showing care in these special spaces
Oh, I've got friends
In high places

Well, I know i'm not wrong
It's here you belong
But then, I've been here before

Everything's all right
Sending you an invite
With a welcome mat on the floor

We're never mean
Don't cause a big scene
Just give us chance and then
Well, we'll be as high
As clouds in the sky
If you'll just come in

And join our friends in these places
Where the chatter sounds
and it's without faces
Who cares anyway
We're all ok

I know I'm not wrong
This is where you belong
If you've never been here before
And everything is alright
And we're so polite
Just come on in the front door

We're never mean or cause a big scene
And you don't need some sort of pass
If you join dear lady
I'll head back to my spot
And I'll raise my glass

To You, my Sister
In these spaces
where the rhymesters play
and the fun chases our blues away
And we're all ok

We're not big on stating cases
just showing care in these special spaces
Oh, You've got friends
In high places

Eenie, Meenie, Mynie, Moe

I had a cousin named Eenie
Who had a liking for Meenie
Meenie liked Mynie, instead of poor Eenie
Mynie liked many, but certainly not Meenie
And miserable Moe was not liked by any


Beagle, grass, rooftop, alley

Over the rooftop
and down the back alley
Comes Beagle Malone
toting old dead Sally
In worry and haste
he dreads being chased
'cause he knows her demise
will lead to more lies
Once in the clear
he drops her with care
on grass so green
it accents her hair
From that moment on
he sits beside Sally
'til morn hits the hillside
and dew marks the valley
What he does next
will surprise even you
he lays down beside her
and sadly dies, too.

cream, fast, sooth, bread

Whenever I drink cream too fast,
It doesn't soothe and doesn't last.
What I need to calm my head
Is a slice or two of homemade bread.

dirty, mask, type, rug

Hi Yonuh! Cute poem!…So glad you joined our creative group!


dirty, mask, type, rug


Halloween is coming soon!
Got to find my mask in the attic.
Many a vampire will howl at the moon.
'Me too!' I type. I get ecstatic!

Where oh where can my vampire mask be?
I’ve looked in all dirty crates and trunks.
Stumbling over a rug, by the Xmas tree;
I find it on a pile of sexy calendar hunks.

There you are; my scary rubber mask,
With fangs and black spiky hair!
Change me into a monster fast,
Wanna get chocolate and gummy bears!

Oauaoauauauauauhowl.

Autumn, season, beginning, end

Isn't this fun I love reading these poems.Gims,I loved the poem about Beagle Malone.

welcome, yonuh, you catch on quick and did a great job!

EW, the howl DID it!!!! heehee... and the punctuation joke was just too clever - will be passing that one on.

chick - I'll use your term - Thanky! You mentioned in chatty's invite thread how we use the same words to produce such different poems. That is the most interesting and intriguing thing.

I love our brains and what they can do!
What they do, I appreciate too!


Autumn, season, beginning, end

I left Spring behind as I stepped into Summer
I now hear the beats of Autumn's apt drummer
He's drumming my name, young seasons have run
My beginning has gone, my end will soon come
Life, and its seasons, pass within [a] short time
Winter yet known, but welcomed just fine.
I shan't shed a tear for any past day
The Lord gave me life, he will take it away
(dedicated to Kathy, DD, and her dark moods thread)


heh, heh... coming up with words is as hard as creating the poems...

out, write, game, put

gims,
Woooo that's some poem there gal!

I write till the words, they do run out...
When I can't think of a thing, I sit and pout.

The poetic game 'tis quite a trip,
Stuff rhymsters' say and the way it's put,
Brings smiles to my face and adds a tap to my
foot!!!


New words:
Thankful, glad, happy, sad

Welcome Yonuh, this is such fun and everyones poems are not only unique but so very imanigative...here goes the last TWO sets of words!

A man married a dancer named Bertie,
But soon found out she was too DIRTY.

She would take him to task,
Called his face an ugly MASK.

All she ever did was gripe,
Told him he married the wrong TYPE.

She made him feel like a bug,
When he was forced to sleep on the RUG.

One day the man was all a beam,
Said she served him some chocolate ice CREAM.

But alas that didn't last,
she screamed that he gulped it down too FAST.

He wished that he had been smooth,
Then her temper he might SOOTHE.

Then one night he dreamed of killing her dead,
but his fear was being caught, having to live on just water and BREAD.

WORDS: Buick, beaches, bombs, butterflies

Buick, beaches, bombs, butterflies

Did you say watch the bombs?
Did you say white ho'e beaches?
Did you say butterflies?
Did you say gettin' through it?
Last time I'll ever take gramps on a picnic.


freebie, knock kneed, left shoe, gone

Oh my gosh! Gims! You are a TRIP!
Not only a clever poem...hahaha love
the line about gramps. How the heck did
you do that with the click to reveal?
...What a ham.

freebie, knock kneed, left shoe, gone

Got one of those freebie flyers in the mail;
about bargain shoes, and THE great sale.

It showed sport shoes and dress shoes,
House shoes and play shoes
Right shoes and left shoes
Chow chows chewing show shoes ( say that fast 5 times)

I’m gone! I cried, while slipping into the car,
And sped down that highway to the big shoe bazaar;
Singing loud and clear, Rock Me Baby with the radio!
Rock me! I’m knock kneed, hidy ho - ho!

I screeched into the parking lot, and ran to the store,
When I saw a huge crowd standing at the door!
I covered my ears, for they screamed; ... no they roared!
“ Shoes are all gone?! We want more more more!�


Travel, dude, cash, Texas

savvygrandmother,
I wanted to thank you for your comment about that baby poem. If a song comes on the radio that lowers my mood, the next time I hear that intro, I shut the radio off until after the tune has played. I try to keep my mood elevated with happy thoughts and uplifting lyrics. I wanted to know if that baby poem was too much of a turnoff to be included in its related manuscript. That's why I started this thread in the first place. Thanks again to those that provided feedback! Prayers and blessings!

Due to an early snow storm, I keep losing my internet connection. So if I stop mid-sentence somewhere, please think nothing of it!

Travel, dude, cash, Texas

If you're gonna travel way out to Texas,
Save your cash and cut down on expenses.
Some folks say the Commander in Chief,
Is the reason gas prices ain't so cheap.
As for my redneck dude and me, that black
lab baby that makes number three,
No time soon will anyone see,
Us make our home in Texas,
It just ain't gonna be!

New words,
Halloween, Scary, Spooks, Psycho

jabber, I so hope you don't think us rude for taking the thread elsewhere. It wasn't to take attention away from your poems... it just kind of happened - but with no ill intent. Sorry...

Gims,
I absolutely love the direction this has taken. It is
so much fun. And I wasn't real sure I should post
those original poems to begin with. Therefore, I'm
delighted this thread took a positive turn for the
better. Ever since I wrote that baby poem, I haven't been sure I should share it with anybody. I know it's
dark. Though it's true, it's a bummer. And I don't want to be negative. I prefer to be positive and if I can't
bring joy and goodness into other peoples' lives,
then I rather be a recluse, lick my wounds, and fade into the woodwork. Let's keep this on-the-spot poem thing
going. I love it!!! And you girl, are talented!

Gims: No ill-intent taken! Don't give it a second thought!

Thanks jabber...

Halloween, scary, spooks, psycho

Halloween is here again
I've loved it since I don't know when
The scary spooks
The witchin looks

So get the sweets
Or other eats
'cause psychos roam the streets.

rain, pen, shoe, TV

This is a great way to spend my lunch break!

rain, pen, shoe, TV


I was watching TV, when the man said to me;
“It stopped raining! Get out! It’s sunny!�

I stood up from the couch in the den.
Got the leash and dog out of the pen,

Slipped into my shoes, no more rainy day blues
It’s time to smell roses and oleander again!

work, sweat, vacation, relax

Good job, EW.... I looked at those words last night, played with them... and ended up with NOTHING! So far, they've been the hardest (for me - I might go back and try them again, for the sport of it).


work, sweat, vacation, relax
work, sweat, vacation, relax
repeated and common people based facts
work being first
rest being last
we need to change
break from the past
relax, vacation, sweat, work
relax, vacation, sweat, work
new order of things to bring a new perk
rest should be first
work should be last
must make the change
bet your sweet a//


twinkle, time, fingers, jump

Fingers fly 'cross keyboard strokes,
Typing emails, posts and jokes,
If my fingers could talk,
here's what they say,
There aren't enough hours for me to play!

Twinkle, twinkle, stars so bright,
They blanket the sky with glitter delight,
There is nothing more soothing,
than a starlit night.
Far, far away, high up in the air,
Sparkles annnounce the Savior is near!




New words:
care, warmth, mercy, smile

Sorry, I ran out of time. Got to go to the nursing home, now.
I'll try to repair that poem tomorrow! Prayers and blessings,

P.S. I'm sure you'll agree, some days the words flow
easy as water cascades over the falls. And at other times, there aren't enough words to make a good poem
rhyme.

I don't sweat work,
or struggle or jerk,
When on vacation, you see.
That time is spent, paying
campground rent and trying
to relax, worry free.

I skipped gims's: relax, vacation, sweat, work

My new words:
care, warmth, mercy, smile

care, warmth, mercy, smile

At my last breath, a smile crossed my face
Mercy stood by me, offering me grace
A warmth I felt, as mercy stood there
I gained joy in passing from her gracious care


eve, dance, great, plain

Gims, that's deep...

eve, dance, great, plain

On the eve of Halloween
I primp and I preen
As I go to pretty from plain
White powder, red lipstick
and a great velvet cloak
Watch me as I dance once again

Customer, Secrets, Green, Chipmonks

I once had a 2 CHIPMUNKS,
But thought they were skunks.

I started to scream,
when their stool turned bright GREEN.

Hurried them to Vet, Dr. Necrits,
who told me all these animals SECRETS.

I know I may be a blusterer,
but heed what I say cause you're my favorite CUSTOMER.

Kinda lame girls, but the best I got today!!!

WORDS: saint, sinner, freezing, boiling

saint, sinner, freezing, boiling

"This just ain't right," said a brother to another.
"Saint or sinner, " she's still our mother,
"I'd rather she be freezing in heaven on a cloud
Than boiling in her own sweat, screaming out loud.
If we don't do something, Satan's gonna get her
to take her to hell to boil there, forever."


(yes, EW's image of her husband on a beach was in my peripheral as I chose the new words.)

man, beach, sweet, fog

Through the hazy FOG,
I saw a SWEET MAN walking the BEACH
further down the sand was a starfish,
near the roaring ocean, just out of his reach.


WORDS: rainbow, handshake, motor, cookies

Woah gims, your poem was graphic. I’m flattered that my photograph inspired you for your new word suggestions. Actually that is a good idea to use our photos for the next words.


I showed Hubby your poem Chatty. He said if it had been a mermaid out of his reach, he would have been running. Lol
And he told me to thank you for calling him sweet. He sends you a kiss for that.

gims,
Your poem reminded of the mom on, Two And A Half Men.
I don't know how the writers of that sitcom get away
with all that stuff, but still I watch. And still I laugh. Always looking for a good laugh, you know!

rainbow, handshake, motor, cookies

It was a day and a year ago
My car got stuck under a rainbow,
In the middle of a field
It wouldn’t yield
I needed a truck to tow.

I trudged to the next house by a lake.
The farmer smiled and gave me a handshake.
I cried, “ My motor is down!
Need to get to town,
Or I’ll never make it to the cooky bake!�

“Oh, you bake cookies for the fair?
Why I like cookies better than éclairs!
Git in my car,
It ain’t so far,
Then we’ll haul you back over there.�

Well, I was pleased as Hawaiian punch.
Yup, your right about that hunch.
The farmer and me
Kissed and got married,
And eat cookies under rainbows for lunch.


New words: dream, live, manage, secret

Well he is sweet! Tell him thanks, I haven't had a kiss from a handsome man in, dam, so far back I can't remember when, sigh!!!!

Tell him also that if it had been about a mermaid, this wicked old gals poem may have been a bit more spicy, if you get my drift...

WORDS from Edelweiss...



How would my life seem,
If I were unable to DREAM.

I'd never MANAGE,
On my psyche need a bandage.

With no delights to give,
I would not want to LIVE.

I must admit something, I must regret,
I can't fine a rhyme word for SECRET.


WORDS: chocolate, fabulous, weird, coconut

lol... do my poetic wanderings make you think I'm twisted?

chocolate, fabulous, weird, coconut

A day in the kitchen made me all weird,
Ne'er a complaint, not one touched my ear
Drizzled the chocolate, smooth o'er the top
Sprinkled some coconut, small drop by drop
Took my first taste. My moves weren't declined.
Next thing I knew, we were tightly entwined
What happened then, you'll have to envision
I have no regrets for this one decision
Fabulous, fabulous, I must confess
Didn't think twice 'bout making the mess


bright, peek, round, sisters

I'd sped o'er the road,
with sunlight so bright,
I had to peek under the visor...
'Twas such a long drive,
to my sisters' house,
I arrived just a little wiser.
The route that I traveled,
'twas narrower than most,
with hills and dips and curves,
And as fate would have it,
'round many a bend,
Stood whitetail deer, so I'd surve.
In the fall of the year,
And everywhere up here,
It's actually quite common,
To go for a drive and view with your eyes,
Many fluffy, whitetails a bobbin'.


New Words:
scouts, trek, lonesome, trails

scouts, trek, lonesome, trails
another group of hard words...


The trek is long and the scouts are few
Started out with twenty, now there's only two
Scouring lonesome trails, briar underfoot
Looking for a spot to rest, to even stay put
One crying, "Momma," tears falling fast
The other thinking, "Dummy, I knew he wouldn't last"
Where had the others gone, the other eighteen scouts
They stayed at the campsite, eating bread and trout

alone, try, won, fail

gims,
You write the neatest poems, especially when you say they're
hard words. You must like a challenge!

I feel so alone,
though I try real hard,
to fight the good fight,
both day and night!

I work long hours,
here at home,
I seldom waste time,
and do rarely roam.

When life is o'er,
and those left behind,
Examine my life, I hope they find,
I won some, I lost some, but tried my best,
And those that knew me, fore they put me to rest,
Could plainly see, I loved them all,
no matter their spirit, big or small!

New words:
Vote, weather, shiney, gloom

Oh man...you are all so good. Jabber, that was your best poem yet!
Me? I got writer's block.

I agree, Jabber I really like that one. I enjoy each and every one written here. I don't have time to write right now but I will be back soon.

GLOOM and doom is all I see,
The WEATHER is lousy all around me.

If only I hadn't sold my boat,
I'd sail to the mainland so I could VOTE.

My dress is pressed, my shoes are SHINY,
Who will I pick to take me to town,
I know, I play eenie, meenie, minee...

WORDS: perfect, music, hayride, justice

chatty, I was wondering how someone was going to get those four to work... you did it! ...and I'll be challenged if you didn't pick four more hard ones!

jabber, I agree, that's your best yet...

is that what it is when nothing pops into our heads, EW, writer's block... hilarious graphic illustrating it!

Remember the hayride of '58
The both of us staying out way too late
A perfect moon shining oh so clear
You whispering affections in my ear
We heard music that no one was playing
It drowned out all that others were saying
Love's justice was given to us that night
Tho fifty years gone, you're still my delight.

pillow, shoe, cotton, place

pillow, shoe, cotton, place ... Now these were fun easy words. Thanks Gims. Your poem reminded me of Elizabeth Browning.

Have you ever lost something like glasses or a ring?
Gone crazy looking for the darn lost thing?
You look under shoes, pillows and rugs
Cotton sock drawers and porcelain jugs.

You look and you pray, help me find my darn thing
Where oh where can it be, I’ve looked under everything!
AAAH, then you look in the mirror at your own sad face
And see that the glasses you lost, are sitting in the right place.


New words: strong, beginning, country, USA

America wants to be strong
It's beginning to ring some bells
But will this REALLY be a new song?
Or will it be a fresh new hell?

Our country is so divided
I only have one thing to say
God please guide and help our leaders
In the good OLD U S of A

New words: acorn, snow, monkey, cheese

Loved your poem, jawjaw!!!


Our ole oak trees and acorn fruit,
Will soon be covered with snow,
We'll see kids on sleds and kids in boots,
Fore winter is comin', you know!

Cows and horses and mules they'll move,
Inside the barn and out of the cold.
Our pettin' zoo for sure will close,
And the monkey and goats and all of those,
Must live indoors so they're not exposed.
It's freezin' weather, up here in the north,
During those first and last months of the year,
And much loved critters, ought be protected,
By those that love them so dear!

Tiny tots with new toys in mind,
Jump for joy and are unable to unwind.
They need not be told, "say cheese little one,"
Fore their grins already have begun.
Listen up, my friend, and you will hear,
Christmas is coming, Christmas is near,
It's 'round the bend, it's that time of year!



New words:
Fluffy, pine, field, wine

... and EW, your poem was written about me. So often, I go looking for my glasses and they are on my head, as the common joke goes... also, sometimes, I'll reach up to adjust them at the bridge AND I don't even have them on. Think it's time for lasik?


Love it, JJ... how apropos!

acorn, snow, monkey, cheese

I went to the local zoo
Just the other day
Found a strange monkey
Playing with some clay

But, after getting closer
And getting on my knees
I put my face up to the glass
Then thought it might be cheese

When the monkey saw my face
He dropped the odd Play-Doh
Then a thought came to me
The stuff must be old snow

It didn't melt upon the ground
I watched it for awhile
Besides it was a puky brown
Which made me think of bile

Yes, I came to know by then
The stuff, a ball of goo,
Was stepped upon by the monk
To expose the final clue

Within the flattened gooey mess
An acorn sat so proud
The monkey simply wanted
To get the acorn out

Chance had made a crooked deal
The seed had landed so
To be in Monkey's dinner meal
Then in his weird Play-Doh

(this comes from me actually seeing an ape playing with a mess he made)

new words:
blaze, heart, soft, fell

ooops... I was working on mine when jabber posted, so we'll go back to her words:
fluffy, pine, field, wine

Ever look for a pencil and found it lodged atop your ear?

The poet in me must've taken a vacation and forgot to
tell me she was leavin'!!! LOL...

With my heart in a blaze,
So hard I fell,
In love I was
but wouldn't tell,
ne'er a soul.
I wish I had fell soft,
with my spirit less aloft,
Men, dear friends,
can surely send,
A gal's heart and head,
Into a whirlwind!

Those were the words you crossed out gims! Those playing this
game, ought to pick whatever words they'd like to rhyme! It's somebody else's turn. I certainly had my time.

Winter approaches
On nippy nights
And feathers my windows
with icy delight.
Fluffy snow
Embroiders the pines
And caresses the fields
Like mulberry wine...


hope, fire, window, hearth

fluffy, pine, field, wine


She'd pine and she'd pine
'Til dawn found its way
Her mind so excited
As she gets a new day

To the mirror she'd go
To see the night's ruins
Hoping to find less
Of its ugly doin's

Fluffy and ratted
Her hair, what a mess
But that takes little
To make it its best

Her face is the worst
A field of new lines
She hadn't seen yet
But sees sure this time

Wrinkle to wrinkle
She traces each line
Thoughts take her soon
To her first glass of wine

"I just look so old"
She thinks once ag'in
Not knowing her worry
Is what's doing her in


chase, gold, fever, find

Eagle Heart, your poem was like a beautiful painting.


hope, fire, window, hearth

I was a fair young girl, around twenty five,
Full of hopes and fantasies; fresh and alive.
I was running in the cold night, to catch a bus.
Too busy to stop, always in a rush.

Through a window, shadows of a blazing fire
made me stop; - what I saw, filled my heart with desire.
There sat an old couple arm in arm by the hearth,
Eating chocolates, and cuddling, they were full of mirth

That’s what I want, that’s what I lack,
Need no villa or pink Cadillac.
Want a man to hold me and love me forever,
That’s gold, compared to any business endeavour.

once again, I was trying some words, while someone else (this time EH) was doing the same. EH, your poem is so much better and better fitting for the words involved.

I love your poem, too EW... talking about a verbal painting! So, what new words will you be picking for us?

oops forgot. Thanks Gims. I have to try hard to keep up with you.

my new words: friends, old, new, blooming

Time has a way
Of moving us on
Beyond old perceptions
Beyond days long gone.

Perpetually changing
Horizons and dreams
Surprise and unravel
The way we perceive.

But as life unfolds us
Through new twists and bends
We’re carried and strengthened
By tried-and-true friends.

You’ve watched and you’ve prayed
You’ve laughed and you’ve cried
Rejoiced at my blooming
And never asked why.

My journey has taken
Me many dark miles
How could I survive
Without your sweet smile.

Welcome to the poem sanctuary EagleHeart. Its nearly 5:00 a.m. here and I haven't been to bed yet but will definitely be back after some snooze time to post to the chosen words. Just wanted to say hey!!!!

Thanks Chatty. I'm enjoying this "sanctuary".

I just realized that I forgot to leave four words. Hmmm. That's harder than writing a poem!

tender, footsteps, beach, storm

I'm sad to report that the new norm,
seems to be starting a forum STORM.

I try so hard to never preach,
walking the walk like sand upon a BEACH.

Maybe its because we're all the same gender,
That our feelings get hurt, and we're all so TENDER.

When I am sad, I want to eat,
something sweet, a little treat.

I head for the kitchen to cook nut crepes,
yes, the sounds you here are my FOOTSTEPS.

Words: alley, thunder, sparrow, puzzle

Chatty, what an appropiate poem. And you were able to get it together. You go girl!


alley, thunder, sparrow, puzzle

Lightening struck, and the thunder rolled
Slanted rain poured; wind, gusty and cold.
Animals seeked shelter in bushes and alleys,
As the noise resounded between hills and valleys.

In the warmth of my home I was sitting,
working on puzzles, and knitting.
Not thinking of the poor animals in peril,
When on my window sill hopped a tiny sparrow.

I opened the window to let him in,
From the rain and the crashing bin.
When behind followed a robin and doe,
A skunk, rabbit, and a sopping hobo.

“Come on in!� I cried with glee.
“We will celebrate a happy dry party!�
I got raisins and seeds, and hay to lie down,
The storm passed, they said thanks, and left without a sound.

New words: names, people, stars, hollywood

Oh gosh, I'll give it a try!

Alley
Thunder
Sparrow
Puzzle

Gently canter down the alley
Towards the green valley

Ancient oaks we are under
Flying on hooves of thunder

Halting on the open lawn
Across the field a fawn

My steed stomps and snorts
Sounding off his report

Awakening a resting sparrow
Skirting the wild yarrow

Trotting the evergreen puzzle
Compassed by a gentle muzzle.

That poem 'bout oak trees, acorn fruit,
and cold weather prediction,
As I said then, 'tis here now,
White flakes are falling fast.
I knew it would and sure enough it did,
Winter has come to pass,
Snow covers the leaves, snow covers the ground,
And snow covers all of the grass.
New York's first snowfall, has fallen now,
It happened November 10th,
Far as I'm concerned, it'd be just fine,
If that snowfall was the last!

Somehow we missed Edelweiss2's words:

names, people, stars, hollywood

I've seen Dollywood
but haven't been to Hollywood,
West Coast people, I never see,
Big screen stars with famous names,
Seem so far out of my league.

New words:
Helmet, woods, analyse, lonesome

Mustang Gal that was awesome. Glad you joined the group.

What a shame,
can't remember my NAME.

I see a church steeple,
surrounded by PEOPLE.

Is this planet earth, or is it Mars,
I can't really tell looking up at the STARS.

Am I trapped in the folly of the hood,
or is this the pretense of HOLLYWOOD?

Do Jabbers words, they are hard ones.

Helmet, woods, analyse, lonesome

I place my helmet on the ground
To find myself so lonesome
My girl should be here next to me
I'm sad she could not come

I stand alone here in the woods
My bike, my only comp'ny
A tear falls gently down my cheek
For all that surely should be

To analyze the pain I feel
Is harder now than ever
I lost her just the other day
I'll miss her 'til forever

I saved the emblem from her bike
On the horrid day
A drunk man swerved carelessly
And took my girl away


rub, after, glove, final

Edelweiss, I loved that poem - the skunk made me chuckle.

This thread is awesome! I feel exhilarated when I come here and read these poems and feel the creative energy flowing through here. Thank you...I've needed sanctuary, I would never have imagined that I could find such enriching solace in a thread where we create poems using other people's words.

Sunday my Alex
Sat still on my lap
Watching sweet Tinkerbell
We snuggled and clapped

After the movie
Did finally end
He lay on his tummy
And reached for my hand

I rubbed his sweet back
And I sang him a song
His weary eyes closed – but
Not for long!

As quick as a twinkle
He leapt and he ran
And danced through the house
With my gloves on his hands

Laughing and chasing
Around and around
We ran out of steam
And fell to the ground

And then he surprised me
With a sweet slurpy kiss
Filling my heart
With wonder and bliss.


wonder, wander, why, whimsy

You girls are goooooood.

rub, after, glove, final

After I exercise, early each day,
I reach for pain relief, lotion or spray,
Sometimes I rub 'til, well enough to play.
No need for a glove, hands do what I say.
It's the final act, before I get to work,
And it makes feel good, new, and pert!

wonder, wander, why, whimsy

I don't even ask or wonder why,
When I get an urge to wander, bye,bye,
Taken by whimsy I go for a hunt,
Untethered and reckless, a bit flimsy and blunt,
'Tis fun to search over here, over there,
In forests, in parks, in trees, everywhere.
I look for hidden treasure and whatever I find,
Satisfies the ego and pleasures the mind.



New words,
Hunky, spunky, funky, clunky

My hubby is hunky,
funky and spunky;
I'm much more clunky,
though spunky when funky.
Funny how two
such diverse people decide
to cherish the funkiest,
clunkiest sides.


remember, fog, lighthouse, raft

words are funny
don't you see
phoneme changing
one, two, three
start with hunky
as it be
make it chunky,
adding 'C'
then switch 'H'
for 'L' to see
a new word made
pronounced 'clunky'
now for fun
'CL' bump please
to make a new word
put 'SP'

could leave it alone
just as it is
but more can be done
in less than a whiz
'spunky' we have
as you and I see
we'll take it along
and remove the 'SP'
What should we put
there in its place?
an 'F,' you say?
you make a good case
the word we now have
is the funniest yet
'funky, funky'
yeppers, you bet!

remember, fog, lighthouse, raft

come through the hollows of my mind
see me remember and help me to find
calm, sanity, freedom
the hopeful divine
~
please be my lighthouse in all of this fog
I'm blinded by more than the thickening bog
please hold my raw thoughts
throughout the long slog
~
out of the darkness and into the light
you've served as my raft on this muddy flight
sure, I'm still sick, but now quite alright
because you were there with me
all through the night

(I know, lame! you can give it a go, using EH's words, of course... I'll add four new words, too.)

seed, soul, whisp, spun

Chatty your posts, and your poems have made me laugh more times this week. Really. And Jabber, I think you pick the most interesting words. They are a challenge..and like Eagle and Gims have said; I think that is harder than writing the poem.

Come on poetry friends!
Jabber, Gims , Mustang Gal,
Eagle Heart, Chick, Chatty,
Dancing Dolphin, JJ and meeee!
I just felt like Santa calling his reindeer. Hee hee

Let’s dash away, dash away all!
And celebrate a poetry brawl!

Many a poetry site, I bet would turn green.
These poems are like nothin’ they’ve ever seen!

So my dear literate poetry friends,
Let’s eat chocolate till we get the bends!

We’ve earned it! You know it! It hasn’t been all easy.
So we’ll add some champagne, before we get queasy.

Let’s break the record, and make this the longest thread
This is the best brain jogging yet; it’s great for our heads.

So, hic…yum, yum, munch munch munch,
Just wanna say; ya’ll the bestest sweetest bunch!

( Oh and those empty spots in the box... the devil made me do it.)

seed, soul, whisp, spun

The seed had been planted since birth
In a whisp his soul she would eat
What a beautiful web she had spun
A beautiful web of deceit

doctor Paris chair wanted

doctor Paris chair wanted

I’m weary from traveling Europe,
I’m glad to be home in my chair,
I wanted to also see Paris
But just couldn’t get myself there.

The doctor says that I should stay home,
My knees and my brain need to rest
The creaking old joints just won’t budge now,
And the fog in my head’s quite a mess.

So here I shall sit and remember
The sights and the sounds of those days
In Rome and Madrid and Firenzi,
Marrakech, Lisbon, Pompeii…

But as wondrous and all that it was,
I have to affirm what’s been said,
That there really is no place like home
And I’m glad to be back in my bed!


cheesecake, chocolate, melting, glee

A week of rain - two days now... water steadily approaching our front door. Dish is out, which means no TV, so I'm reading off and on and spending my time on the computer - and loving it...

Ya'll don't mind me taking a crack at chick's words?... seems I butt in too much, hog the words, so to speak...

doctor Paris chair wanted

My doctor's name is Harris
He came to me from Paris
I wanted him to pluck some hair
He told me, "sit down in this chair"

I did just that, no hesitating
He knew right then I wasn't waiting
To have the hair pulled from my ear
There was so much I could not hear

His first try was kind of weird
He tried to trim it like a beard
It didn't work, he made that clear
So he got a volunteer

Nurse Patool came to the room
To sit quietly by a boom
On the boom there was a chain
And a claw hooked to a crane

With a flinch, I was to see
Ol' Doc Harris on one knee
He ducked the boom as it swung near
Taking with it my whole dang ear

I've not seen Doc in many years
I do not trust him with my ears
The one I lost that dreadful day
Is in my purse for sure to stay

cheesecake, chocolate, melting, glee


Is that a cheesecake calling to me?
I promised myself I would not cheat

Is that chocolate laughing with glee?
Edelweiss put it up to teasing me

Is that ice cream melting away?
I watch it melting with great dismay

Is that pie taunting me, too?
What's a fatty suppose to do

So many treats temptingly good
I best ignore, as I know I should


thread, broke, hurt, end

Gims, I think it's fun when more than one of us writes using the same words. I think this whole thread is wonderful, and there's no such thing (IMO) as "hogging the words", because they're here for anyone to use, once, twice, several times over. When the spirit moves you to write, you gotta write.

I agree, EH... just feel hoggish sometimes...thanks!

Lol Gims you could be serious competition for Dr. Spock
you got any new words?

I'll try Eagle's: remember, fog, lighthouse, raft

Oh daft,
I left my raft,
In the turquoise waters of Thailand,
It’s floating by a lighthouse island!

“Well,, do you have a foggy notion
Why you jumped into that salty ocean?�

Yes, it was a stormy day in November!
I was a little drunk, - can’t really remember.
- wanted to travel like they did on Kon-Tiki,
Ran out of drinks, and got so damn thirsty.
So I jumped off, and cried “Oh mercy�!

Now I’m sitting in a bar drinking whisky,
mourning over my raft, feeling misty.
Tired of traveling, don't want to roam.
"Hellooooo? - Can anyone out there take me home?"

I wish, isn't Dr. Spock the kid doctor... better yet, I wouldn't mind being his daughter. He must be really old now... he was looking it when my daughters were still youngsters.

My words were on bottom... I went back to insert spaces beneath them so they'd be more noticeable... here they are again: thread, broke, hurt, end

I want some of that chocolate, BTW...!!! I'll even let you pinch them to find the nuggets and ones with nuts - my favs.

cute poem, chick...


lol.... here they are again...lol : thread, broke, hurt, end

I have decided to combine several of you ladies words if thats okay! Who's hogging now? LOL!!!

As I write this poem, oh my, oh me,
I laugh and chuckle, filled with GLEE.

My brow is furled, pain in my head,
Why ever did I begin this THREAD?

With a sharp stick I feel a poke,
Then I realize that I am BROKE.

Though maybe now I can't act so kurt,
Being pennyless is starting to HURT.

I use to save cash like a church mouse,
Now I spend like the keeper of a LIGHTHOUSE.

If only I had talent some type of craft,
I could go sailing, not just floating on this RAFT.

The air is damp my dress feels soggy,
Can't see a bloody thing cause its so FOGGY.

I should turn back and not tempt fate,
Before I hit the rocks and mush like CHEESECAKE.

I am starving, I am feeling so wet,
I wish and am dreaming of ooey-gooey CHOCOLATE.

A happy tune I will be belting,
When land appears and I'm no longer MELTING.

Never go sailing or rafting in November.
now hear my words and always REMEMBER.

Before you take chances these words I lend,
Always be cautious or you'll come to a sorry END.

WORDS: fickle, vinegar, elephant, nightowl

thread, broke, hurt, end

A needle and thread went out for a drink
And sat on some spools at the bar
The needle was broke and needed a smoke
So he bought him a fancy cigar

A round of Pale Ale was bought by the thread
And they started a yarn about britches
T'was funny to see them joking and laughing
These two old friends were in stitches

Not long ago they fought like two fools
So they patched up and mended their hurt
They button their lips now and see eye to eye
In the end they would each give their shirt

When life gets you down and you're wanting to fight
Just think like the two of these friends
So pull up a spool and have a good chat
And go about making amends

chick - that one is THE winner! the play on words was extraordinary! don't you all agree? don't think I care to follow that one - NEXT!

chatty, you put a lot of work into that one.... I was reading along, expecting to see the word 'hogging' snuck in. Good work.

Thanks Gims. I loved your Dr Harris one. I am having fun with this. I forgot the new words again tho.

Here they are: wolf viking decor modeling

That was very clever, Chick. Very funny and punny! I love playing with words, and I especially love when words can be worked in such a way as to work on many different levels. This was a masterpiece!

I agree. So Chick...when is your book coming out?

A box of chocolate? That caught my attention. Love chocolate!
Gims, chick, Chatty, Ed2, Eagle I love all your poems. Gims must be related to Vincent Van Gogh, walking around with an unattached ear! Morale of that lesson: Don't go to Dr. Harris!
I'm gonna see if I can write a poem using fickle, vinegar, elephant, night owl, thread, broke, hurt and end. Here goes:

A night owl is either human or fowl,
Both are mean but it's the guy that will growl.
Nocturnal habits, each one has,
The bird is active but he isn't bad.
A party animal runs around every night,
He doesn't sleep and he loves to fight.
Some men are fickle and morally weak,
Then again the owl has sharp talons
and a short hooked beak.
The elephant and the owl,
have nothing in common, it's true,
The elephant never forgets but
it will seldom mistreat you.
So what I'm saying I guess, dear friend,
Vinegar won't sour an expression faster then,
The decision to deliberately offend,
Nocturnal beings, whether fowl or men.


I started to sew an ole worn shirt,
But the needle broke and my hand did hurt.
Then I noticed the spool of thread,
Was near the end, so I went to bed.


Forget the night owls and elephants, my poetry has gone to the dogs!

Our book of Punny Poems...maybe we should start one. I so enjoy reading everyones poems. It's amazing what enters our mind with the use of four little words. I believe this thread will keep on keeping on. I'll be back to write later. I need to visit more posts.

Trying to catch up here, I'll combine chatty's four (fickle, vinegar, elephant, night owl) with chick's four (wolf, viking, decor, modeling)...

What she took came into question
As she looked around
Her world had changed immensely
According to what she found

An elephant sat next to her
With vinegar to pickle
A tail, a nose, an ear, which one?
The big dude was so fickle

Sitting on the other side was
A night owl with a squirm
Every other "Whoo" was "Ouch"
As he watched the Pachyderm

A wolf paced back and forth
Nervous, that's for sure
He had a tail, a toe, and all
No loss could he endure

Laughing quietly to himself
On the sofa table
Was a Viking, feeling safe
Modeling his mansome cable

The room's decor had even changed
From nice to quite pathetic
She knew she'd learned the side effects
Of powerful anesthetics

"I'll just lay here and sleep it off,"
Her last thoughts were that night
A saner world she traveled to
The crazies out of sight


And place jabber's four back in the line-up:
better, improve, reform, restore

better, improve, reform, restore


'For better or worse', - so they say.
Those words cross our lips, on our wedding days.

But they forgot some other valuable tidbits,
Like what to do when the marriage hits those dark ugly pits.

Of course those years as a couple can improve,
But nothing remains stagnant, everything does move.

Sometimes a marriage can’t be reformed or restored,
Whether it’s about money, infidelity, or you’re just plain bored.

A valuable message is sung in all love songs,
About a time to stay, and a time to move on.

Only you can be the song writer of your own life,
That song is about you; not just being a wife.

New Words: internet, computer, enrich, curse

Gims...woops...I meant Dr. Suess...short circuit there.

Where's that PM you sent EW?

It wouldn't send...maybe you could send me one, and then I can answer you.

ok

Here's a warning for all you to heed,
Watch out for the big, bad wolf, is my creed.
For a wolf will come knocking at your door,
And it matters not what he's done before.
What you're modeling, he cares not at all,
For the food you're eating or your household decor.
A viking one time, long, long ago,
Encountered a wolf, don't you know,
And though a sea rover, the man really was,
That wolf chewed the viking,
Then spit out the fuzz.

ha ha nice....wheres the new words.

internet,computer, enrich, curse
these were the last words given....

A computer and the internet,
Enrich many lives,
On that, I am willing to bet.
Yet when mechanics go down,
And the net won't connect,
It'll cause many a face to frown.
If you were raise the same as I,
And unwilling to cry or curse,
Then when the PC stops working,
Or it cannot connect,
It not mere inconvenience,
It's the worst.

New words:
Thankfulness, turkey, trials, trivia

Now what happened to all the poets?

No body has any thankfulness in their heart
for turkey or trials or trivia?

Or are you all too full of stuffing,
to rhyme this time?

Thankfulness, turkey, trials, trivia

Amidst the trials and turmoil
Of a carpe diem day
And tucked into the frayedness
Of life along the way
My heart escapes the trivia
Of the endless list of chores
By glancing at the bounty
And feeling thankfulness galore;
For every dish and every crumb
And every dusty wall
Reminds me of how blessed I am
To have it there at all.


New words: reason, welcome, sister, stay

Tis the season,
don't need any REASON.

To call up my SISTER,
Just to tell her I missed her.

That all I wanted to say,
was would she come visit and STAY.

We visit so seldom,
that in my home she is WELCOME.

So pack up her suitcase and board the plane,
Even though we are big girls we don't need to act sane.

Words: humble, nutroll, peppermint, ornaments

Eagle, great poem there gal.
Chats, love your poem, too.

humble, nutroll, peppermint, ornaments

I love this time of year, you know,
And in my humble way,
I attempt to show,
What Jesus' birth,
Means to me, still this very day.
The roof of our house,
We line with lights,
So delicate, bright and all,
The tree is decorated in ornaments,
Figurines and fancy balls,
Packages are wrapped in pretty designs,
Cards are sent with verses of every kind.
Peppermint canes and nutroll, rolls,
And candies, sweet and tart,
Help celebrate His awesome birth,
Lord 'n Savior of the world, thou art.
He's Lord of my life, and of those I love,
'Tis His time of year my dear,
And hearts do sing and spirits do soar,
From the joy He brings us down here!

New Words,
Pray, love, enjoy, Christmas

Beautiful, Jabber! I love how we weave these somewhat unusual and difficult words (in regard to using in poetry) into such beautiful word-paintings.

Eagle Heart,
And I love your Site Name. Every time I see it, I picture
an eagle, flying high in sky: It's swooping and soaring, so mightily, beautifully, and gloriously made!

Hey Eagle,
I had a thought: Why not use those wings of yours to
fly you out that depressive state of mind. Eagels fly
higher than any other bird. In fact, I think I heard
that they fly into the face of a storm. I do know they're large, strong and have very keen vision!

Eagles are regal, strong, uncorruptable, majestic, beautiful and I think of them as the birds of the Gods. I think you Eagle Heart have those same traits. Jabber I agree 100% and what an amazing idea...

I'm doing everything I know to do to get myself to where I want/need to be. Part of wisdom, I think, is to learn to be patient and compassionate with those wounded parts of oneself that need that extra time to heal. The Lord's in no hurry, He knows what He's doing, we'll get there and when we do, it will be right on time.

Hi Eagle Heart

You are an amazing person and I can read and "hear" the compassion and wisdom in the words you shared with me and with so many on this forum. And I believe you're right about being patient with the wounded parts of ourselves...and I find it isn't always easy to do. For some reason, it seems easier to help others!

On my wedding ring is a Native American style eagle...and one of the meanings is "messenger to the gods" or "carrying prayers to the gods" depending on the tradition and writer. I see you that way...as a prayer warrior and sender of all things Light to God. Your heart is so big and so kind and you deserve all the love and joy you share with so many.

My marriage, and the subsequent drama I shared on the forum, has been one of the events that brought out the wounds to be heald...in both of us. I've been working with a Theta healer the last couple of weeks and have healed many of the wounds more quickly than I had imagined possible.

I don't know if you've ever tried a healing modality such as this or not...or if you would be interested...AND have found it ever so useful in my journey.

Mama Red, your words were heartwarming - and startling - because I'm constantly asking God what my purpose is, how can He best use me...it would delight me beyond words to be "a prayer warrior", someone who "carries prayers to God". If that was my sole purpose in life, that would be enough. It's my greatest passion to carry people in my heart to God...the one thing I can do no matter how I'm feeling, what I'm doing or where I am.

Now I have to take this to prayer, because it's sparking something deep inside of me. Both God and I know that I would love and embrace being a "prayer warrior" as my primary purpose in this phase of my life right now. Thank you for your words here this morning.

I've never tried any sort of healing modality, except being prayed over through "laying on of the hands".

Hi sweetie

I definitely see you that way...and if that resonates with you, all the more awesome! In my opinion, and that is what it is, that being your sole purpose now is too amazing for words. And I'm all about finding one's purpose to serve herself and the world at large.

Funny how a single sentence or thought can trigger a whole new way of looking at things. I've had it happen over and over again...in training classes, on this Forum, in online classes I've taken.

Should you be interested in learning about other healing modalities, let me know and I can share. Don't want to force any information on you!

Using these new words: Pray, Love, Enjoy, Christmas

I enter the cathedral to stay,
I want to talk to baby Jesus, to PRAY...

I knew later at home there would be a toy,
That until I spoke to Jesus, I would not ENJOY...

Looking into the manger, there sat a dove,
Looking at the holy child, his eyes filled with LOVE...

Never have I felt less listless,
Knowing that I understand the true meaning of CHRISTMAS...


New words: stockings, ornaments, Santa, presents

stockings, ornaments, Santa, presents


What's that sound at the door? Is it knocking?
Arms full of ornaments, - I peek out to see.
Standing in the snow, with presents and stockings,
Santa yells,"where the Dixen is your chimney?"

New Words
sparkle, begin, chose, magic

Oooh, that was a cute one Edelweiss!

I love those new words
that you carefully chose;
they conjure up visions
of how Christmas goes:
the countdown begins
as the lights sparkle bright,
and childlike hearts leap
at the wonderful sights.
Holly and pine trees,
parcels and bows,
bright coloured candies,
and faces aglow.
The magic of Christmas
whispers its call
to join in the fun
and the joy of it all.

New words:
dance, crisp, echo, snowball

Eagle Heart You could give the Greeting Card business some mean competition!

dance, crisp, echo, snowball

" Little Lady Whoooooo!" - My echo comes back to me!
Singing and yodeling, while down the hill I ski.
The world is crisp and fresh and white,
Skiing is like dancing through-out the night!
Elated and happy healthy and young,
Thank God I've experienced this while I was young.

Now I'm like a snowball, rolling down a slope,
I get bigger and heavier; I drag instead of lope.
But I'm not sad, that's the way it must be,
Living each age, and living it merrily.

New words:

Christmas stories, believe, wonder, stars

They told me Christmas stories,
Back when I was young,
I believed their silly tales,
And always had lots of fun.
I wonder now at the lack,
Of wisdom in it all,
To act foolish 'n gullible,
Or forever tumble 'n fall.
I guess gazin' at stars,
Way up in the sky,
Proves I'm a dreamer,
And a crazy sort of guy.

New words:
Yummy, crummy, ruffles, truffles

I must say, the poems in between my own, are totally awesome!!!

They certainly are Jabber, including yours... They just make me smile. each and everyone.

Oh my its Christmas, and all the foods taste so YUMMY,
I simply can't say no, and have grown a bigger tummy.

All dressed up and wearing my RUFFLES,
I sit happily, munching chocolate TRUFFLES.

Oh my, the next day I'll wail,
as I step upon the scale.

On Christmas day I acted the dummy,
now I look fat and I feel so CRUMMY.

Words: Mistletoe, snowflakes, champagne, struddel

Funny you should say that...I'd love to write for Hallmark or a similar greeting card company. I've often wondered how people break into those kinds of places.

Your poem made me laugh out loud!

Mistletoe, snowflakes, champagne, strudel

Mistletoe hangs overhead in high places,
Champagne has blushed the whole family's faces.

I look out the window,
There, wouldn't you know,
Snowflakes have fallen,
And covered the trees in a row.

Cherry strudel, 'tis my favorite,
Now don't be rude,
Save me some dessert,
I ate too much other food.


New words:
Messenger, nature, tranquil, infused

I want to share this with all of you if its okay because I am so happy about a PM I received late last night from Lola, over the pond.

She asked if she could use one of the poems #167019 posted 12-04-08. I composed from Jabbers words, right here on this site. Lola wants to use it for the Nativity creche at the Childrens Christmas Mass at both her daughter and her own parishs.

I said of course as I feel so honored she would want to use something I've written. I hope this doesn't constitute bragging because it is simply delight that someone would want to use one of my poems in that way, and clear across the pond too...

Chatty, I can tell you are tickled as Christmas punch! It really is something to know that your words will be used for English children in London. You're not bragging, you have every reason to be proud. I'm glad you shared it with us!

Jabber your phrase made me smile...because it's so true for me.



New words:
Messenger, nature, tranquil, infused

Hate to admit this, but I'm terribly confused,
By one of the poem words, - namely; - 'infused'.
Teeth clenched, eyes bugged, I did some mean googling
Hah! Whadda ya know; - tea 'infuser' is great for brewing.

My tranquil nature is challenged, dear Jabber
My mind is empty, it needs to be lathered.
A head massage, brain pills, and the like,
You've caused smoke coming out of my ears tonight.
No message or rhyme seems to make sense,
Messenger, Bessenger, Dessenger, - I'm tense.

Hey…what's that? Did I use up your words!
Break out the champagne for all poetry nerds!

New Words
Presents, buy, sceptical, filled

Edelweiss, that was awesome!

Congratulations Chatty!!!! You should be proud! That is
the neatest thing I've heard in a long time.

Edelweiss3,
That was a clever poem! Those words weren't too hard for you!
You did a great job.

I don't know where the words come from. They just pop out!

Your new words:
Presents, buy, sceptical, filled


December, it finds me, rushing around,
I go from store to store,
I'll buy gifts over here,
and gifts over there,
and then I'll buy a few more.

I feel so proficient and even a bit thrilled,
when my gift list I think, I've got filled.
But the skeptic within, whispers,
"too easy my friend,"
You'd better get busy again.
Bet you've forgotten, maybe two or three,
Or might've left out even four,
And me thinks that perhaps, via absentmindedness,
You may've slipped up even more.

But I ought not be sceptical,
Or think like a cynic,
Holidays are 'bout peace, love and joy.
Watch the children have fun,
What gets done, gets done.
'Cause it's all 'bout a new baby boy!
A sweet, calm spirit, I love the feeling,
That's what makes me happy and free.
Laughter and merriment ought to be how,
We celebrate Christ's birthday don't you agree.
So stop running around and act like a clown,
And you'll love Christmas as much as me!

New Words:
Confirm, revenue, request, consult

After the Christmas rush is over
And the list of requests has been filled
It’s time to check and confirm
That my wallet can pay the bill!

When heart overrules the head
And spends beyond revenue
It’s fun at the time, for sure,
Until those “big bill blues�.

But somehow it all gets paid
And balances out in the end
But by the time I break even
It’s time to start shopping again!

Next year I’ll try to do better
Before I go shopping for toys
And consult my accountant (dear hubby)
- Oh, but why miss out on the joy!

The glow on their faces is worth it,
The toys in their hands fit just right,
The cost never enters my mind when
Their laughter sings sweet with delight.


New words: somersaults, ripple, spark, words

somersaults, ripple, spark, words

What is it that can light a spark in your heart?
Lift your soul high and be happy as a Lark?
It can cause many a somersault of emotions,
Be shallow or deep, as the deepest of oceans,
Like rings of ripples on a still clear lake,
Power of words; - don't underestimate.

New words
Wings, lining, light, elation

On the wings of a dove,
God sends down His love,
And behind every cloud,
there's a silver lining.
Folks have shouted both lines aloud,
While they do their pining in phrases.
Believers express light, lilting emotion,
or sing gratitude and Godly praises,
to angels in Heavenly places.
Music, 'tis a great, great gift,
The Heavenly Father provides,
To let people release elation
Or soothe their heartbroken hides.

New Words:
Yield, branch, background, terrain

Yield, branch, background, terrain

Today in our city we’re grumbling
Through mountains of snow not yet plowed
The city’s terrain is all covered
From sidewalks to branches and boughs.

Our buses have all gone on strike now,
The train tracks lay silent and still,
The people are forced now to fumble
Through all of these snow-laden hills.

The music is still in the background,
You can hear the glad tidings ring out
Through the doorways and gaily-lit windows
Of shops where there’s no-one about.

Winter has stormed in much too early,
The calendar still says that it’s fall
But red leaves and mums have to yield now
To the bluster of winter’s white call.

So over the hills and the snowbanks
Our townsfolk must wearily trudge -
Whoever dreamt of a white Christmas
Should come here and shovel us out!


(I know, the last line doesn't quite rhyme)


New words: bells, whistles, horns, strings

I like it, though. Good poem, there Eagle! You rock, girl!

Don't feel bad. My poem is about as sick as I am.

Jabber, your poems are getting better and better. I guess practice does it for us all. Got to say the last sentence ., made me really laugh
Boy rhyming can be hard at times, especially when you are a sick little chicken like you are right now. Hope you feel better.

And Eagle you have a sense of humour. I see it time and time again in your posts, and now your poem.

New words: bells, whistles, horns, string

You know those angels flying around in the sky?
Singing and whistling on top of their clouds?
They're all spaced out; - it's the "Christmas high",
From playing their instruments, way too loud.

Oh yes, we humans get to hear the final results,
But a lot of practicing took place first.
Even God has been seen, - checking his pulse,
While listening to the brass horns, - at their worst.

Harps needed to be tuned, and violin strings would snap,
While bells chimed, "Oh Christmas Tree", off key.
But lo and behold, even old Saint Nickolas would clap,
When angels played "Holy Night" in sweet harmony.


Travel, world, dream, century

I really enjoy this thread.

Jabber, I too loved your "heartbroken hides". Together with EW's God checking His pulse, well, this thread just gets better and more fun by the word!

EW & Eagle,
Don't know about you, but it is so hard for me to judge my own work. I cannot seem to be objective about what emerges from my soul! Don't have time to do a poem right now; perhaps I can do one later. Or maybe somebody else will jump in here. Out of household staples and need to go shopping. I'm still a little sick but much better than a couple days ago. You gals are awesome! Prayers and blessings

Some people dream for a century,
But never travel the world.
Other folks sail the seven seas,
Though ne'er a dream have they hurled.
Me, I've done both these things,
I've traveled o're an ocean,
And dreams I've dreamed came true.
But the best thing to ever happen,
Was when, my sweet, sweet friends,
I came here and encountered you!

Let's stay with: Travel, world, dream, century

Jabber, your poetry is awesome. Your soul shows through and it is extremely good writing...and I know good writing when I see it!
__________________________________

I have never seen such fury,
as experienced in this CENTURY.

I find my head turned and swirled,
looking out into our new WORLD.

Don't know if we're up or we're down,
we go spinning round like a clown.

Seems we are about to unravel,
Should we stay put or should we TRAVEL?

What we need is a good team,
To lead us where we can live our DREAM.


WORDS: Happy, sorrow, daylight, dusk

Chatty,
Thank you. I cherish your comments! Writing is a wonderful release. Wish I could find more time to spend
at it.

Newest words:
Happy, sorrow, daylight, dusk

News reports from daylight to dusk,
Contain too much sorrow, heartache, and disgust,
I find I need to channel the images,
that headlines leave in my mind,
And train my thoughts to dwell on,
What's good and happy, what's sweet and kind.


New words: Pets, love, life, uplift

New words: Pets, love, life, uplift

When you're down, and life is a frown,
And you think nobody in the world loves you….
Then cuddle your pet, no need to fret,
He will comfort, and take away your blues.

Whether it’s a turtle, a cat or a dog,
Your pet will haul you out of that fog.
It's uplifting to know
That he needs you so,
His loving karma is the best dialogue.

New words,
ice, crazy, fret, taste

ice, crazy, fret, taste

The weather is so crazy,
This time of year,
It makes everyone fret,
Who lives around here.
Ice covers walkways, plants and trees,
And even coats high-line wires,
buildings and eaves.

How nice it'll look, out there in space,
When clouds roll away,
And sunshine takes their place.

The older one gets, the grander spring looks,
It's like the taste of sweet candy,
Or living with a real good cook.

But I guess that's the price,
Of living in the Northeast,
Old Man Winter, can be a big ole beast!

New words:
Colors, flowers, heat, desire

So nobody desires to form colorful poetic lyrics out of hot flowers, hey?

We're getting snow by the bucketfuls here - it's crazy! Looking out our window, it's all white against grey...dark and light...nothing in between. Hard to think "colors, flowers, heat and desire" when surrounded by "white, barren, cold and longjohns"! Maybe someone in a warmer climate can make a go of it? Though I hear even Texas is getting hit by this winter storm...is that true???

We have snow too, Eagle...but not like what you have. Sounds so ...Chrismassy.

Colors, flowers, heat, desire

The poinsettia sprouts in crimson blossoms,
Awakening the desire for colors red and green.
The star like flower, is so popular, it's ausome,
In every office, store, and home it's seen.

It's resistant to heat, sun and cold
I can drown it or let it dry up.
Still, all my poinsettia's get very old.
By Easter, - I have had enough.

Sooo when Spring time rolls around,
I say goodbye to the Christmas green and red,
I plant those old poinsettia's in the ground.
and let them thrive in a natural earth bed.

New words
Heart, filled, almonds, smell

We just ate chocolate almonds
Our tummies danced with glee
I love the smell of chocolate
and how it so pleasantly filled up me!


New words: garden, birds, squirrels, chase

All around I run while wearing my good pearls,
What am I doing? Why I am chasing the SQUIRRELS.

It's not the catch that is the ace,
Oh heavens no, it is the CHASE.

My neighbor says we look like nerds,
When we run around the yard chasing the BIRDS.

Well all I can say is I beg your pardon,
This is my yard and we're playing in my GARDEN...

WORDS: Crumpet, cherry, blossoms, fruitcake

What delightful imagery you've put in my head, Chatty, you with your pearls chasing squirrels!

Heard via the news that Vegas has gotten snow! A couple days
ago, I spoke to my sister in Tucson, Az.; she said it was
70 and 80 degrees there. Then, I heard Arizona got snow. That's funny! Weather reports claim there are three snow storms headed our way. I know what you mean Eagle: Surrounded by a blanket of white snow, it's hard to think of anything colorful and flowery!

Crumpet, cherry, blossoms, fruitcake

Fruitcake is not my favorite desert,
I'd sooner give it to a dove.
The crumpet seems fine,
To these tastebuds of mine,
But that's not what I truly love,
For any foodstuff made from a cherry,
Makes me send praises above.

Blossoms, now they ignite thoughts,
Of things I wish never passed,
Like robins 'n hummingbirds,
And sweetly smelled smells,
Of freshly mowed hay and grass,

New words:
Happiness, warmth, fireplace, gifts

Happiness, warmth, fireplace, gifts

If you want to know it all
And find out what I think
Then come in close, sit very still
While I use up this ink

Happiness comes in many forms
To some a fireplace rates
While others want bigger joys
Cars, clothes, and even roller skates

The gifts for me have been you girls
With all of your warmth and cheer
And just to show you that I care
I'm coming back next year

Is that a threat or do you want
to see me every day?
Then you shall have it,
my dear friends
2009's OUR year to play!

Whistle, camera, horseshoe, tickets

Lol lovely JJ. You've been as scarce as hen's teeth.
Carry on with your poems but I just wanted to add this one(as I do every year)and this thread looks like a great place to post it..



'TWAS THE DIET BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Twas the night before Christmas, I crept through the house
and searched for the cookies, avoiding the spouse
I keep off the hall light and prowled round with care
Hoping my thighs wouldn't knock down a chair

My pup and my honey were asleep in their beds
While I was here tearing a lettuce to shreds
I tightened my girdle, pulled up my chin strap
Opened the fridge and began to unwrap

I moved the cheese over and pulled out a platter
while sticking my finger in cookie dough batter
When all of a sudden I had a hot flash
I practically lost the whole works in the trash

The breast of my chicken was white as fresh snow
I placed it right next to my big sloppy Joe
Oh look, peeked my wandering eye “over there�
Nice cobs of corn, for my favorite reindeer

I had to be careful, yet, quiet and quick
'fore hubby would catch me with dear old St Nick
Of course there was no one else but me to blame
I chuckled and worked near the blue candle flame

Now sweetie, my darling, my sugar, my vixen
He'd say all of that if he'd catch me here mixin
He thinks there's no Santa, Ohhh nooo, not at all
He'll be here I thought as I strained my tea ball

I squeezed out the whipped cream, some squirt in my eye
How pretty it looked on my blueberry pie
I jumped to the stove top to check on the stew
Not missing a lick of my chocolate fondue

Tomorrow I'd carry the burden of proof
Tonight I 'm just gonna sit down here and wolf
I ate all the chocolates and cakes by the pound
A swig of fresh eggnog helped wash it all down

I found myself tired but had to stay put
And added some garlic to fresh ginger root
I whipped up some horsdoeurves and just set them back
I'll eat them at midnight if I get an attack

My eyes were all red from my 1st Bloody Mary
So full, when I burped, that I popped out a cherry
When just out of nowhere I heard a “Hello�
I nearly 'bout choked on my gob full of dough

Any for me, dear, he smiled through his teeth
Shhh I said, quiet, and have you a seat
Been waiting here for you, here's stuff from the deli
And some of the cheese that you like, good 'n smelly

Eat up now, I whispered, got the place to ourselves
Oh yes here's some cookies for your Keebler ..uh elves
Here's you some roast beef, and fresh sandwich spread
Hurry now, so I can creep back into bed

Yes, thanks for the lunch, he gave a sweet smirk
I'm full but it's time that I get back to work
He put up his finger, wiped cream off my nose
Kissed my cheek, passed me his usual white rose

He looked me all over and gave a low whistle
Girl, your still so pretty, like the down of a thistle
I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
I'll see you next year...If you're up for a bite.

©hickadee 2004

Whistle, camera, horseshoe, tickets

My Mother's dog


When she calls him in for dinner with a Whistle
he's there as fast as a missile

With a digital Camera, mother takes the dog's picture
she gets him to pose just right with a dog bone
as a lure

The dog's favorite game is fetch
whether a ball, traffic cone, or Horseshoe
is thrown, he loves to chase after it and catch

He is such a great dog, Tickets,
could be sold to watch him perform tricks
and no one who bought one or saw him would picket

Snow, Angels, Star, Stomachache

Hey JJ, loved your poem. And Chick, that poem is a delight.
Woooeeee we got a new poet!!! JACKIE! Welcome to our highly talented and extremely intelligent group of poem writers.lol

We just have a great time,
No need to really rhyme.
The more the merrier,
Post more! - I dare ya!

Ahem...moving right along...Jackie's new words are:
Snow, Angels, Star, Stomachache

As I was putting up my tree
and setting out the Nativity
I saw a spark of light appear
and swoop around, then disappear.

It baffled me and so I tried
to figure out the what and why;
but out the window could only see
snow and stars and shadowed trees.

So shrugged my shoulders, and reached for the box,
to find more figures - kings and ox.
Again a spark of light glowed bright
as I lifted the angel to her special site.

Her wings seemed to shine
with a light so divine
and I heard a glad hum
and heard words being sung

The hymn she was singing
spoke of new beginnings
an end to the headaches
of my fear-induced stomachaches.

I gazed then in wonder
at the Child in the manger
and said "Happy Birthday,
and thank You for Christmas.

For loving and laughter
and joy even after
the long night of journey
of searching and yearning."

The angel's wings shimmered
My heart felt a glimmer
of hope and sweet sprinkles
as light in me twinkled.


New words: caramel, lamplight, window, garland

Gorgeous, beautiful, awesome! (Not new words, my take on your beautiful poem!)

That was real pretty Eagle.


Have you ever had a caramel stick to your gums?
Can't get it down with the strength of your tongue?
You suck it, you pick it, and you can't make it fall,
You switch on the lamplight; in the mirror you ball!

The bridges get loose; your fillings come out,
You swear this ain't funny as you jump all about.
No string is in sight to floss your teeth,
Aha! There's a garland lying right by the wreath!

You step back from the window, don't want anyone to see.
As you stuff garland ends so carefully,
Into you mouth to catch that mean old caramel;
The tinsel tickles, your mouth starts to swell.

Ding dong ! Oh no who could that be?!
With a sparkly mouth, you open the door carefully.
Forgetting the caramel, you give your friends a big hello.
Your smile is full of glitter; you put on quite a show.

So now we have the start of a new fashion hit.
It's the sparkly teeth powder in the plastic kit!
A tinsel or two hanging down from your ears,
Makes a bombastic smile! Cheers and happy New Year!

New Words
laughing, belly, presents, hysterical

Edelweiss, I'm laughing so hard I can barely type...tears are streaming down my face...this is the most delightful poem I think I've ever read! And I cannot remember the last time I laughed this well. I'm printing it off and pinning it up on the bulletin board beside the computer!

Hahahahhehehehe, Eagle...Did you know your laugh is contagious? I'm not kidding. It feels so good to be silly.

Edelweiss with that last poem you out did yourself, no kidding!

My job was to hire Christmas help,
to do the restaurant staffing.
If I weren't so overwhelmed,
I'd have fainted dead away from LAUGHING.

The first to apply was plain rotund,
I was shocked that she was so smelly,
This poor huge girl needed two zip codes,
one for her and one for her BELLY.

Tried her out in the office to be kind,
but it was obvious she wasn't clerical,
The mistakes she made were so stupid,
every person that worked there was HYSTERICAL.

I fudged and said she had artistic presence,
go down to Macys and wrap PRESENTS.


WORDS: pinch, fire, water, tolerate

pinch, fire, water, tolerate

Ill tempers we need not tolerate,
For folks' are in a good mood,
Christmas is near and it seems quite clear,
People's minds are on the great food.

Grandma is in the kitchen,
baking up a storm.
A pinch of this, a dash of that,
A dab of water and blend,
O'er the fire, stir, stir, stir
It's plain to see, even to me,
Gram's cookin' is a hit with the men.


New words:
Tots, lots, pots, cots

Whoever taught tots
to bang on the pots
sure must have had lots
of second thoughts
Cuz I can't understand
the appeal of a band
of hammering and
banging on pans.
But I may be wrong
Maybe there's song
in the rhythm of throngs
of tots on cots beating strong.

(From my days working in daycare...LOL)

New words: new, blue, you, whew

Can you relate to the rushing around
and the weight gain of this time, oy
have to run all over town to find just
the right present for Mary and Tom
and the wrapping, and that new, blue
dress you just have to get for that
family Christams party, not to mention
the planning and preparing of food,
and the can't resist eating of all that
fattening
holiday spread.
But, now it's Christmas night and
it's alright, take a sigh of delight,
cause your through, WHEW!! LOL

cake birthday barn donkey

As everyone knows, as the story goes,
Christmas is the BIRTHDAY of Jesus.

Mary and Joseph looked for shelter,
all they could find was a BARN.

This is no mistake and though there was no CAKE,
the infant was gifted with gold, frankincense and myrrh.

In this Inn of straw, there was no turnkey,
merely the DONKEY that carried the virgin and Christ child to this place he was to be born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!

Anybody game for a new series of poems? Anyone want to choose
4 new words?

energy, tide, empty, moon

If I remember correctly, the next person writes a poem using these 4 words and names 4 new ones. right?

energy, tide, empty, moon
Interesting words Anno… Thanks


Energy can flow just like the tide,
Sometimes it's low and sometimes it's high.

The empty beach, with washed up debris and shells,
Allows strength to build, where the deep ocean dwells.

The tide will mount and fill those strands again,
Spreading it's strength, - determined to the end.

In the glow of the moon light, the water will gather,
Breaking out in waves; high and foamy they lather.

Such are our lives; empty - and sometimes full.
We go with the tide, or fight nature's rules.

Whichever way you chose, for your course of action,
Changes are sure; and God knows the direction.


New words
Confused, answers, advice, heart

These are Anno's and Edelweiss's words combined...

Lessons learned and applied,
come in slowly like high TIDE.

It never can be too soon,
for learning by the glow of the MOON.

Then tide goes out slow and nice,
leaving behind it good ADVICE.

We can follow with our HEART,
knowing now we are smart,
yet don't have all the ANSWERS.

But is that truly news,
or are we CONFUSED,
as to the ENERGY we hold.

Hang on to what you've learned,
appreciate what you have earned
or as the tides goes out to sea,
so will your mind again be EMPTY...

Words: seaside, dance, iceskate, romance

Oh what memories yesterdays have been,
Long, long ago and way back when.
I recollect with lovers,
Strollin' white, sandy shores,
on an endless seaside or waterways galore,
Young and carefree, we cruised main drags of town,
In a topless car with warm breezes blowin'
all 'round.

There was a dance of sorts,
At an outside rink,
Arranged by a church,
They called it a group iceskate,
I think.

And I remember sox hops, in days of ole,
Romance filled the air,
And love consumed the soul.

New words:
Renew, beginning, chance, instill

Wow Chatty, you used 8 words. That's hard, and you did it!!
Jabber, I like that sentence, "love consumed the soul."


New words:
Renew, beginning, chance, instill

A new chance for a new beginning
every year, at the same time.
Eating too much, and other sinnings
instiill remorse; we don't want to pine.

Fireworks explode and we toast in January
We renew our vows, and add some more.
This time we won't mess up; quite the contrary
We go out like a mouse; but start with a lion's roar.

Why oh why can't I stick to my vows,
Why oh why – I ask and feebly call,
"I swear this year, I won't be a two faced louse
I swear, I won't be weak, succumb and fall!"

2009; - I will be thin rich and bootifull,
Hahahaha, give me some cake, and pass the beer.
That was a belly laugh, infact it was hootifull.
If I accomplish it all, what will I vow next year?

Oh brother…I'm gonna quit before you all get sick.

New words:
Hopefull, nasty, break, fountain

Many a mountain 'tis a nasty climb,
And, as in any rough sport, they ever report,
The hopeful 'n strong keep pushin' along,
To reach the crest of the height,
In record-breaking time.

Training to be a climber,
Is a grueling thing,
Athletes do what's required to prepare,
For the next climb they're willing to dare.
They'll throw coins in a fountain,
Then wish to succeed,
And overexert bodies or even bleed.

There's not a climber who gets a break,
All ascend upward, to the top, for goodness sake.
They'll huff 'n puff, faster each time,
Aspiring to be the cream of the crop,
Has never been known as a crime!

New words:
assume, webb, pilfer, deceit

If you don't like those words, assume, webb, pilfer, deceive, you're free to trade 'em in for new ones! That'd be cool!

Gonna see if I can write a poem with these 4!

Assume your long time friend,
Whom you loved 'n trusted to no end,
Weaved a webb of deception and deceit,
Which nearly knocked you right off your feet.
And assume it took you a little while,
To unscrabble her lies of nearly a mile,
Though you're truly amazed,
At how soon you caught on, real neat!

Now your senses are floundering and scared,
You avoid closeness and try not to care,
For how was one you loved 'n trusted,
Able to deceive your faith and bust it?

Relationships ought to be cherished,
And held at the highest level,
Never to pilfer or defile,
In the blink of an eye,
Or behind a false smile!

I don't know. That's my first stab. You give it try!

Excellent Jabber. ! It is amazing how your talent has grown in this thread. Really amazing! Those were hard words.
I wrote the following poem a few years ago.


Here are 4 new words:
last, hovering, welcome, hope

Jabber, I agree with Edelweiss, your ability to weave words together is amazing.

I have no idea why, but I just kept forgetting to check this thread and haven't been here since Christmas! These poems are wonderful. Edelweiss and Chatty, I found your poems about energy and tides to be particularly enriching...it's as if I wasn't meant to read them until now, because the message is especially pertinent in my life today.

I have to gather my mental energy to come up with another poem...maybe later...but I'm enjoying this thread more than words can say.

Ed3,
That is an excellent poem. Loved reading it! Thanks!

At last the morning dawns again,
The night has been so long,
The light that ripples through the blinds
Brings courage rising strong.

Beneath the clutter of the storm
That nags and binds my mind,
I know that all these hovering clouds
Will dissipate in time.

I must be strong, and welcome hope
And trust that Light will play
Amongst the little wisdom gems
That hide within this day.


New words: mail, Elvis, burning, veil

You ladies are goood!!! I hope someone is compiling a hard copy of these exchanges.

Today I sailed out the door,
to pick up a magazine in the MAIL.

Tripped and fell on my pelvis,
while reading about the once King, ELVIS.

Brought back that old yearning,
I could feel my heart BURNING,
remembering how the King did sing.

I wore a black VEIL, when in church that sad day,
The King was dead and had gone far away.

Even though he's afar,
King ELVIS is a twinkling star.

WORDS: monkey, desk, television, spaghetti

I’m sitting here at my desk,
With spaghetti stains on my shirt,
Watching a monkey on the television
Wearing a tiny purple skirt.

Why do they have to do such things
And call it entertainment?
I’d rather be at BWS
Enjoying true delectation.


New words: pool, shimmer, flame, whisper

Thanks Lola,…we love an audience,…right ladies?

New words: pool, shimmer, flame, whisper ( This word selection is fantastic Eagle. Thanks for making this so much fun. )

Do you remember those loving nights,
When just a touch would give you a shiver?
Flickering flames, soft candle lights,
Refections in the pool would shimmer.

He would whisper tenderly in your ear,
And the words made your heart soar.
Your biggest wish was to have him near,
You never wanted him less, only more.

Now you see him in his comfy chair,
Reading his newspaper, spectacles on.
His tan is sallow, white and thin his hair,
I touch his arm, the tenderness isn't gone

Passion? No. It isn't the same.
Wish that weren't really the case.
But when he calls me, that special nick name,
I pull out that negligee with the creamy silk lace.

New words
relics, save, waste, end

Edelweiss, that was pure silk & sensuality, made me shimmer with deep joy for knowing exactly what you're talking about.

It’s a cold wintry day,
white snow and skies so grey,
I’m snuggled into my longjohns
To chase the chills away.

Sitting on the bedroom floor,
fingering through treasures stored
in a long-forgotten box
that hubby found behind the attic door.

Each relic I touch holds stories
I hear echos of joy and worries
I weep for the end of time and wasted chances
For the loved ones whose lives once flourished.

The treasures speak silence and laughter
Of voyages, weddings and happily-ever-afters,
I soak in the pleasure of visiting each loved one
Imagining their souls peeking from rafters.

Some of the relics seem to have more to say,
I cannot rewrap them away
I find a sweet spot on the mantle
Where they already feel they should stay.

I wrap all the others in bubbles
And carefully repack them without trouble
And hubby returns them to storage
In the attic amongst the other precious rubble.

New words: attic, basement, kitchen, closet

Love the poems, ladies!

relics, save, waste, end..

Lots of women are very impressed,
With Elvis, Graceland, and the rest.

Today is the day Elvis arrived,
Born down South, in '35,

Whenever I come 'cross his sweet face,
I save Elvis's pictures,
There all over the place.
Still have records, cut by the King,
They're 78s, from when he started to sing.

Elvis Aron Presley was a handsome man,
And the best rock 'n roller,
To ever walk this land.

His old records are considered relics, by some,
Nothing but waste they have become.
But I bought those ole tunes,
Way back in my youth.
They'll remain mine to the end,
And that is the truth!

Told that nothing could SAVE me,
I would soon cease to be.

So I want to say this friend,
Please don't cry at the END.

I've lived a good life, nothing I didn't taste
My days were well spent, not a moment did I WASTE.

I married men that were like two Tom Sellicks,
so I go now, not to become one of those useless RELICS.

WORDS: satisfy, smarter, beautiful, content

Oh Chatty, - but I would cry...you know many would!

WORDS: satisfy, smarter, beautiful, content


"Okay", I say, with the beautiful box on my lap.
"I swear I'll just look at you, in your glossy pictures wrap.

I see the yummy contents that you contain.
Those chocolates are screaming- but all in vain.

You can only satisfy me for 10 minutes long.
Those chocolate covered walnuts are oh so wrong.

You know, I'm much smarter than you think I am.
I'm much smarter, you know; - I am I am.

So stop enticing me with your chocolate spam
Into the garbage you go, uh- uh, no thank you, Mam!

I'm tired of those extra, extra, extra pounds!
Tired of counting stomach rings, round and around!

Gonna put my Nikey run shoes on,
Do some stretching on the lawn.

Gonna walk and breathe that good fresh air,
It has no calories, makes me feel good; - so there!

It's 2009, I'm going to get a grip!
You naughty chocolates! Don't give me no lip!

New words
Shampoo, scent, soft, turquise

Naughty chocolates indeed! (Did they really go into the garbage?)

Wish I had thrown some in the garbage! Chocolates that is!

Eagle, now you just made me squirm... of course I threw them in the garbage...uh,...did I mention that my belly's nickname is garbage?

LOL, my trash can has never seen the likes of anything but chocolate wrappers - the trash can would ask, chocolate what's that, I only know wrappers? tee hee

You guys are awesome with the poems, I know I haven't shown it here, but I've written a poem or two that people have enjoyed in my day - I am so busy right now, but hopefully will post another one that you all will enjoy soon - blessings to you all...

JackieG,
That was funny: The trash can only knows chocolate wrappers.
When you find time, jump right in with a poem. We love new
artists! This is fun. But it does take a little time and many
of us don't have much of that!

Ed3's words: shampoo, scent, soft, turquoise...

Freshly washed hair,
Using a turquoise shampoo,
Makes my dark locks soft,
'n gives off sweet scents, too!

Some gals say they scrub their tresses,
Each and every day,
That tells me they overdo the process,
Of that hair cleaning thing,
In too vigorous of a way.

New words:
Adoration, truelove, enamor, winsome

To those I know 'n members new,
Why not examine,
The creative side of you.

Perhaps somethin' dormant,
Will come alive,
And you'll find happiness,
Hidden down deep inside.

Rhymes 'n lyrics, there must be, galore,
Have fun wordsmithing and just explore.

It may soothe your soul,
To mold new from old,
As you depict images,
So bright 'n bold!

Heeeeeeehawwwwwww, yust yoken'

Don't fergit new verds:
adoration, truelove, enamor, winsome...

And again. I was just funnin' with ya...

Adoration, often 'tis, the first thing,
That will enamore the young heart.
A handsome face, a winsome smile,
Gives "so-called" truelove, it's nudge 'n start.

Manly charms, may confuse girlish wisdom,
Via smoke 'n mirrors, guys give girls the slip,
Strangers rush along backstreets,
And exude false impressions,
Thinkin' they're cute and ever so hip.

The only advice, I'd will or give,
Let no guy mess with your mind,
Plus, don't change how you live,
Or let anyone treat you unkind.


New words:
???? you choose which ones

The years have passed so quickly
Taking far too much too soon,
Sometimes now your face is a blur
In the chaos of these empty rooms.

But sometimes in the quiet stillness
Of a gentle summer’s night
I can smell the sweet aroma
Of amphora from your pipe;
Or catch a glimpse of you reading
In the corner in your chair
If I close my eyes and focus,
I can see you sitting there.

Ten years since Heaven stole you,
You’re much too far away,
My heart still aches with yearning
To see you smile my way.
I miss the way you tickled my toes,
Your presence warm and true;
My silent rocket scientist,
Daddy, I love you.



New words: frazzle, button, pistachio, ballyhoo

Hello my dear fellow poets. Just want to say I love your poems. I have to take a little break from our creative venture. Don't have so much time, now that I'm relaunching my work big time...but I am reading yours and enjoying!

Oh Eagle,
I love that poem to your daddy. My daddy is hanging out with
yours! And I feel the same way you do!!! Prayers and blessings,

New Words: frazzle, button, pistachio, ballyhoo

Pistachio pudding is fun to munch,
Whether devoured for breakfast, dinner, or lunch.

No need to pop a button,
Look here, and you'll see,
Easy as saying one, two, three.
Don't get in a frazzle,
There's no pain, no fuss,
It requires no magic,
razzle dazzle, or muss.

It's a no brainer to prepare,
And it'll go anywhere.
Use it as a sidedish, potluck, or desert,
It melds in wherever, doesn't matter,
Won't hurt.

Ballyhoo, here we go,
Below is what you need to know.

Buy pistachio pudding, ready to mix,
A can of crushed pineapple,
and baby marshmallows, to fix.
Add a bit o' cool whip,
And stir it all up.
Then chill it down
and pass it around.
Watch everyone smile,
'n nobody frown.

New words:
anxious, cold, winter, distress

Wow, Jabber, what fun! I thought those words would be difficult to use, but also fun. I love what you did with them!

I don't know, Eagle. Some days are better than others.

Poetry takes time.
But, it is lots of fun
to rhyme!

Eagle,
I keep re-reading that poem you wrote about your father.
And I wonder if all daughters love their dads as much as you
and I. My dad was the greatest man I ever knew. And I feel
about him, as I sense you feel about your daddy. WOW: Growing
older isn't for whimps!

Jabber, I'm sure most daughters love their Dads, or at least yearn for a solid relationship with him.

I was very blessed - I had very little connection with my Dad while growing up. What relationship we had was based on fear, because for my entire childhood it was drilled into me not to complain or worry my Dad or he would have a heart attack. So I grew up terrified that I would be the one to give him a heart attack, so rarely ever talked to him.

Then in the mid-80's, I wrote him a long, LONG letter, pouring out my heart. To my utter surprise and delight, he answered me with an exquisitely tender letter, which I still have, telling me how much he had always loved me. He also explained a lot of his own religious background which had made it difficult for him to be affectionate with me. He answered a lot of burning questions, and from that moment on, we enjoyed a wonderful relationship. I would call him when I knew Mom wasn't home, and we would talk for close to an hour (he rarely ever talked on the phone).

So I got a second chance to enjoy my Dad. When my hubby came on the scene, he and Dad got along so well, and would spend hours in the basement talking about his life and upbringing, things I'd never heard or known before. My hubby knows more about my Dad than I do! But now it's good, because with my terrible memory, it's very comforting that hubby remembers all of these conversations and tells me wonderful stories about my own Dad.

So glad you still have the letter. Whenever you need a shot in the arm, drag that baby out and you'll hear his voice all over again.

Eagle,
Sorry! I didn't mean to make stuff surface. I loved the poem so much, I assumed it was birthed out of a beautiful past. Guess
that ole cliche, "Assume nothing," has more validity than I gave
it credit for. Glad your hubby and dad bonded well. And glad
you dad wrote you a sensitive, loving letter, which you can
hold onto with loving memories! Soar Eagle! Soar!

New words: anxious, cold, winter, distress

How much distress,
Can cold winter afflict,
It'll make you anxious,
And may even make you sick.

New words: anxious, cold, winter, distress


Yes, I'm anxious for sweet spring to set finally in,
For the winter wind has crept under my goose-pimpled skin.

I shiver and tremble at the dreary skies above,
The sound of scraping shovels is not what I love.

Icy finger tips turn the cold car keys,
Fog billows from my mouth as I cough and wheeze.

Distressed crows fly, like black clouds in the grey gloom,
Caw caw they scream; on telephone cables they loom.

Something catches my eye, and I bend down low.
Halleluiah! It's a purple crocus peeking out of the snow!

New words

Talk, weekend, journal, despite

Now that was cute, Edelweiss3! Real sweet!
New words: Talk, weekend, journal, despite


I talk a great, great deal,
'bout beginning a journal, for real.
Then days go bye,
The weekend passes, too,
I think I'll write what happens down,
But that just isn't true.
Thoughts don't materialize,
And I just never do.
Despite best intentions,
I jabber 'bout how it'll be,
Then never follow through.

New words: Beauty, valentine, February, quarter

My poet friends are gone away or bogged down with troubles.

Beauty of February,
'tis Valentine's day.

Hearts doth shine,
First quarter o' the year, anyway.

Lovers give candy, jewelry, and such,
To show loved ones, they're loved and
just how much!

New words:
Poets choose their words!

Jabber, I thank you for keeping this thread alive. Your poems are always a joy to read.

I wrote a poem just a couple of days ago to enter into a poetry contest. The theme was; write anything about television. After finishing it, I then read;...submissions only allowed from within the US...oh well..so here it is to share with you:
**********************************************************

Remember how antennas looked like bunny ears?
They had hundreds of designs, alone at Sears.

Flat bases, round ones, square, and many more,
On the sets, they stood; - as part of the décor.

Now, please ignore television for a minute.
This is about design, - and not what's in it.

On top of that TV was not only an antenna,
But a bowl of apples, pears and a ripe banana.

Almost all had a photograph in a fancy frame.
Of family, babies, or some sexy dame.

Noticed how TV's are getting more slender by the year?
Contrary to my bottom; - it fills the chair with the ears.

Where shall we put all our plastic pink roses;
Which we won at the fair, shooting red clown noses?

Now the porcelain dancing figurine is lost by the books,
Pirouetting between magazines; where nobody looks.

They are talking about watching the new digital TV,
Why there isn't even enough room for a tiny Kiwi!

Forget the plastic flowers and the Hummel ornaments,
No more place for photos, antennas, and candle-stick scents.

From the digital boob tube, I turn my easy chair away,
and smile at the book shelves, where my memories all lay.

I close my ears and eyes to the new flickering screen
Remembering gone by days; - better than any TV scene.

*********************************************************
Anyone else game to write a poem about television?

Darn you couldn't enter because this is a real winner, no kidding!!!

Aw Chatty, thank you. I have so much fun writing these poems. They are second nature to me..sometimes while driving, I create poems in my head....Is that wierd?

Don't answer that question.

Edleweiss3,
I love your poem! It's neater than green sneakers!

TV, hey?

The first TV I seem to recall,
Was back in the 50s,
When I wasn't very tall.

A picture black 'n white,
And a screen not that wide,
Our homestead had but one,
It was all a farmer could abide.

Grandpa and I watched Gunsmoke,
Where Dodge City and Dillion,
Grappled cowpokes 'n horses,
While gunslingers kept on killin'.

Me, I Loved Lucy,
She put on quite a show,
I laughed 'til I cried,
Seein' Lucy all aglow.

TVS are now thinner,
And large as can be,
Seen em' hung on a wall,
Installed in cars and SUVs.

But this I'll contend,
Even today it seems true,
Lucy's comic relief,
Is the best programming aired,
For the likes of me and you.

New words:
Horses, camels, desert, heat

But if you wish, you're welcome
to choose 4 other words, you think
are cool 'n neat!

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

If someone you loved, turned into a scum,
He cheated, and left you heartbroken,
You need a way, to forget the ole bum,
And overcome love gone wrong's, worse token.

You've looked up to the sky,
For a hint of sunshine,
Searched for an answer in thin air,
Saw no yellow, only gray,
And not one good answer anywhere.

Here's advice to cheer you, my friend,
It'll dry the eye 'n enliven taste buds,
with it's sparkly 'n tangy blend.

Surely you've heard of coke with rum,
So put a twist on that concoction some,
Add rum to your coffee, chug a cup or two,
Dump the bad feelings and lose the blues.

You gals could publish a book with your poetry!

Aw thanks Dotsie. We are having a ball here.

Yellow. heartbroken, skum, rum

On the yellow river Qui
I thought I wanted to die.

Cause I met a scum,
Who got me drunk on rum,

He broke my heart: - that ain't no lie.

Now whenever I hear a cry,
From my baby; cootchy – coo - sweetypie,

I think of that night,
Where not only mosquitoes bite;

Yo Daddy sure made his mark at the Qui.


Row, steal, leak, justice

I doubt that I will ever know,
or try as I may be able to ROW,
a boat on the water,
darn we're going too slow.

I'll take a big chance,
and STEAL a glance,
at the other team thats come to beat us.

When at their rowing peak,
I pray they'll spring a LEAK,
leaving them far, far, behind us.
Now that would be JUSTICE!


Words: mimic, dagger, rainfall, clown

ha ha...that was clever Chatty!

ha ha...that was clever Chatty!
And I loved your Wall Street poem, Jabber.
Just a token of thanks,...cause you gals are so much fun.

Despicable: a typo? Skum ought to be scum! Sorry 'bout that.

mimic, dagger, rainfall, clown

I mimic a clown,
And dance all around,
Walk in the rain,
to appear nuts and insane,
But do I care? I say no.

I walk in all weather,
be it snow or rainfall,
So to heck with 'em all,
I still have a ball.

I see neighbor's glances,
Their looks with a dagger,
Well who do they think they are?
I love life and have every right,
to walk and not drive a car.

New words:
happy, jolly, fun, laugh

They call me little miss Molly,
cause I am always so JOLLY,
as we ride to the beach on the trolley.

Some might like to say I am sappy,
but if it be known, I'm just HAPPY.

I love to LAUGH and have FUN in the surf,
I swim, splash and run till I resemble a smirf.


EAST, LAKE, SUNSHINE, MOUNTAINS

EAST, LAKE, SUNSHINE, MOUNTAINS

Sunshine from east to west,
And what I like best,
Is eating a cake,
At a blue shimmering lake,
Mountains to stare at,
And with a friend; I chat.

Can you write a poem about this picture?

On a lawn chair, beside the ocean,
Many days I flow with that notion.

I've a visor to shade my forehead,
And a Best seller that's partially read.
Story books drift me to places unknown,
Or else I darn with some yarn,
On a scarf half sown.

Then I listen to tide,
Splish 'n splash,
Against the seashore,
As I sit and relax!

Jabber, you are a gem...I love your writing, so free and unbridled.

My Poem for Edelweiss's Beach Picture


Each morning in flip flops I go down to the beach,
To sit in my surf chair while peeling a fresh peach.

The ocean breeze blowing my hair all about,
I feel so refreshed I am tempted to shout.

With peach juice up my nose,and gritty sand between my toes,
I head to the water to wash away my worldly woes...

Lovely poems Jabber and Chatty.

I breath in deeply the salty clean air,
The breeze gently lifts, and combs through my hair.

My skin feels young vibrant and fresh.
I'm wearing my turquoise flowered summer dress.

With bare toes I play with the foam from the wave,
Snuggled in my beach chair on a warm sunny day.

My book on my lap, can't get myself to read.
For the glistening ocean waves are all I want to see.


Want to try another picture?

Though it isn't a long, long trailer,
What could happen is scary indeed,
I think 'bout human failure,
Which neither of 'em, undoubtedly need.

Lucille Ball 'n Desi Arnez,
Now, they had a good excuse,
Their camper, compared to these folks',
Had a much, much longer caboose.

The lady you see through the window,
Had better not forget where she is,
Ground is a protracted distance,
And she has no time to say, gee-whizz.

Should the man up front, let his foot slip,
Or shift in reverse 'stead of ahead,
Those folks are goin' to their maker,
Sooner than later, that's what I dread.

Thank you, Ms. Chatty. Me thinks you are a gem, too!

If you were that women, in the back of that camper, that's one
step you wouldn't wanna take!

Say, do any of you remember "The Long, Long Trailer";
that was in the movie theaters when I was a little kid.

A 'black' poem for Women In The Camper picture!

Oh Myrtle my dear, the scenery here,
is gorgeous and can not be denied.

Step out, stretch your legs,
It's been such a long bumpy ride.

Come out dear and hurry,
no need to worry,
theres plenty of space for your feet.

I'll open the door, you gaze onto the ocean,
don't worry the breeze might muss your hair.
Cause where you're going, you won't have a care.

Chatty,
That's a "black" poem, all right! Funny, though! I'm tryin' to
figure out how that dude plans to get into those living quarters? Or doesn't he? Think he's plannin' on giving it a push? Is that Drew Peterson?

It sure looks like him doesn't it?

Heee hee...I was thinking along those lines too, Chatty. hey where are the new words?

We're waiting for another picture, Edelweiss3. I think the
pictures are as much fun as the words. What say you?

“Oh what a view, it’s breathtaking, for sure!�

“Well, put the gear in reverse, and get the whole tour!�

NEW PICTURE

Look at that photo, of my girlfriends and me,
You can see we were young and dressed goofily.

That was the year, all five of us,
Entertained family of ole Ma and Pa Gus.

Miss America contestants,
We pretended to be,
Twinki, Kandi, Shortcake, and Cookie,
All of them much prettier than me.

With crowns in our hair,
'n silky skirts to swish 'n wear.
What caused a silly smile on my face,
Was the lack of natural paddin',
Needed, to keep our fancy bras in place.

The five of us were inseparable then,
And as we aged, none remained thin.

Some folks, they spin any truth,
They twist 'n reshape it, without proof.
Still, there's one element nobody can bend,
Time, is not a friendly friend.

Great poem Jabber...So true..."Time is not a friendly friend"...

Come on! Let’s dress up
Let’s put Mamas’ high heels on!
Get out that B- cup!
Viola! See, five stars are born!

We’re naturals, aren’t we?
See our hipps swing?
It’s all in our sweet genes;
And we can dance and sing.

Get those sparkly earring clips.
Ha! Our brothers think we're gooneys!
But we are the cutest chicks!
And now the coolest boomeys!

Come Angelika, and Lola, Eagle and Jabber and lets see what we can see.

We'll wear our moms pretties, to cover our tiny titties while bathing beauties pretending to be.

As I survey the crowd, being pushy and loud,
I wonder if this is what growing up is about.

Mom says act like a lady, wear your crown with pride,
as one of these noisy young men may one day make you his bride.

If I knew then what I know now, I'd have thrown my crown in the trash.

I'd have become a woman lover, kicked men to the curb and avoided all the marital mish-mash.


WORDS: stinker, truck, instincts, romance

LOL!!! Visual aids...LOL!!!

I wish I could rhyme
And talk of the time
I met my girls back out there


But, that is all the poetry I have in me.

Sigh......

New words: stinker, truck, instincts, romance

Stinker, my boyfriend, stole his dad's truck,
And took me for a ride up to the bluff.

Instincts whispered wise words in my ear,
I knew what was right but unwilling to hear.
My conscience complain,
Its alarming refrain.

I was in love, I needed romance,
So I went along, and took a chance.

New words: recount, kindness, glowing, grandstand

recount, kindness, glowing, grandstand

The actress was glowing,
And it was showing,
Standing on the grandstand.
Trying to recount her fans.

They came to see just her,
The tears caused her sight to blur.

“Thank you, thank you!� She bowed deeply,
Throwing her kisses in the air,
The kindness was overwhelming, she felt weepy,
Aaah, this is life, this is flair!

New Words
computer, friend, enemy feeling

New words: computer, friend, enemy, feeling

The computer, 'tis my best friend, these days,
Or, it certainly seems like that anyways.

The PC gives no cause to perceive,
Any weird-type feeling to overcome me.
It's sure not to stab me in the back,
Or accuse me of being a person of lack,

A human, ofttimes, in the blink of an eye,
Turns into an enemy and causes me to cry.

Computers, now they're just a machine,
With no ill intentions or desire to demean.


Newest words: Bottlecap, gurgle, pamper, wolfman
If these are too hard, feel free to pick your own then.

Bottlecap, gurgle, pamper, Wolfman

Be happy and have yourself a drink,
Whether under a cork, a tap, or sink.
If that liquid, which you are 'bout to partake,
'Tis beneath a bottlecap, for goodness sake,
Pop the top, truly enjoy,
For life is short, whether you're a girl or boy.

Doesn't matter if you're a baby, who can gurgle,
Or a grownup on horseback, jumping a hurdle.

You might be a Wolfman, a preacher, or a deacon,
Makes no difference, you're still a worldly beacon.
So pamper yourself, open all of life's doors,
You're given seven score 'n eight, and not much more.

Easier words: Ultimate, rehash, nightmare, gush

Easier words????

Sat down on the bar stool next to a lush,
swilling booze down his throat with a GUSH.

At first I thought I was having a NIGHTMARE,
Until I felt the cold from his spilled beer.

His ass hit the floor with an astounding crash,
He didn't stay down but jumped up to REHASH.

To me all drunks intimidate,
being sloppy and dangerous to the ULTIMATE.


Words: sacrifice, concentrate, elbow, grasshopper

Well, you didn't have any problem! That's a fun poem.

Words: sacrifice, concentrate, elbow, grasshopper

A pretty young thing walked into a bar,
Close to home, the walk wasn't far.
She ordered a grasshopper, mixed drink, you know,
It was greener than green, it almost glowed.
The color, it nearly made her frown,
But she bent her elbow, and swallowed it down.

The alcoholic content, went straight to her head,
She was unable to concentrate, or snap a thread.
Good sense, you see, 'twas the sacrifice,
A fuzzy mind is a heavy price,
Even on lady's night, when drinks are free,
The cost is stiff, when you lose your dignity!

New words: light, fluffy, smile, joke

You and your poem madame are AWESOME!!!!!! Really, it took my breath away.

Went to the laundromat as my clothes were all scruffy,
Added Sunshine softener to make them nice and FLUFFY.

Across the room sat a man puffing on a stoke,
the smell was discusting, which to me was no JOKE.

Tried to cover my nose, turned away from his sight,
But he saw me and laughed, of it, tried to make LIGHT.

The woman in charge rushed up the aisle,
sprayed water on his cigar while sporting a SMILE.

She told him, look up and read the sigh above you Fred,
it says, "no smoking" or we'll dump water on your head!


Words: statue, husband, factor, caloric

words, statue, husband, factor, caloric

As my imagination, doth run totally wild,
I see a statue of my husband,
In the town square, and I smile.
Then I go on to wonder,
What factor there was 'bout the man,
Which caused townspeople to erect
A remembrance so grand.
Was he a writer or restuarant king?
Was he a chef? Im' wondering.
Had he concocted recipes
with low caloric content?
Or had he built a village,
of beautiful houses to rent.


Words: Owe, tow, quick, classic

FYI: I occasionally come in here and read your work. You're all amazing. Everyone gets an A!

Owe, tow, quick, classic

Here’s a classic case of a bad day.
It started at the dock of the bay.

I wanted to take a quick skinny dip
Before the sun revealed my naked back flip.

Swimming along, I held my boat in tow;
in case I felt queasy, or my energy low.

I saw my mean lender, to whom I owe,
A bundle of money, yeah I mean dough.

He stood on the dock in his three piece suit,
And cried, “You’re gonna drown, or give me your loot!�

“I don’t have any money!� I sputtered from the shore.
“But you can have my boat, and that’s even worth more!�

I tossed the rope from my dinghy onto the peer,
The man jumped in and into the sunrise disappeared.

But that’s not the worst, I’m afraid to utter,
I left my dry clothes right next to the rudder.

New words:
Cancel, blush, forever, stigma

Ed3,
We have a nightclub called "Dock of the Bay," here on the Lake Erie shoreline. I love that place. Great poem.
Thanks Dotsie for taking time to read the stuff our imaginations dream up! It's a whole lot of fun developing poems from other
people's words. Try it. You'll like it.


cancel, blush, forever, stigma

I had to cancel my ordered lunch,
And that made me blush, a whole bunch.
When women need to change their mind,
No stigma should be associated, of any kind?
If men reverse a decision of their's,
Folks' think they're forever smart 'n wise,
So, why when women change their mind,
Are they not as smart as the other guys?


P.S. I'm thinking perhaps somebody else would
enjoy taking a crack at these words; so,
I'll let them stand for a while! LOL...

Edelweiss what can I say besides, WOW, what a neat poem!
These are some hard new words, lets see what I can come up with.


There was a boy in a fairytale named Hansel,
when eaten by a witch his story they did CANCEL.

Goldilocks was a well known lush,
pappa bear caught her in his bed with narey a BLUSH.

When the big bad wolf ate the three little pigs,
the other barnyard animals weren't quick to FORGIVE.

From that day forth he became an enigma,
his toothy sinister grin became his STIGMA.

All those in fairytale land decided to shun,
the ones would eat them, making them run just for fun.

WORDS:
nirvana, demand, shoulder, chant

New words: nirvana, demand, shoulder, chant

If you should happen to be like me,
And life lacks lighthearted happiness and glee.

If you shoulder to many problems n' woes,
Let's find a way to let those troubles go.

Think I will demand, a peaceful atmosphere,
And chant 'til joy doth befall 'round here.

Nirvana, nirvana wherever you exist,
Come surround us with angelic bliss.


New words: ideas, wit, upper, smartness

My friends, no matter how stress full my day, I make the time to enjoy your clever and very entertaining poems. It’s so relaxing for me, and helps me wind down. Thank you Chatty and Jabber.
Anybody know where Eagle Heart is?

New words: ideas, wit, upper, smartness

In the upper part of our city
Street smartness is what’s witty
The ideas they have,
Ain’t all that bad.
And that’s the end of my ditty.

New words
Bite, excellent, drain, saliva

Did'nt Eagle say she and her husband were going off on a holiday somewhere? Cuba?

Y'all should really compile these poems.

Eagle sent me an email some time ago asking me to hold her emails as she would be gone on vacation until the first part of March, so she should be home soon.

I can't wait to hear her voice again, and hear about thier travels!

Last I knew, Eagle was on her way to Cuba.


New words: bite, excellent, drain, saliva

Should you encounter an angry attack,
By an oversized mutt, in an outback,
Or should it bite you on the hand,
Whilst you're walking on seashore sand.
Better hurry to wash, saliva-filled germs,
down the drain so you can return,
To good health, good spirit,
your excellent self.
And keep those ole antibiotics,
In a cabinet, up on the shelf.


New words: tickle, purple, orange, alive

AAA..ok..Eagle is traveling..I was wondering about her too.

I went to the dentist a few days ago,
feeling as naked like Lady Godiva
he said, BITE down on this my dear,
we need to drain the SALIVA.

EXCELLENT my dear, you showed almost no fear,
next time you have a bad tooth, don't wait a year.
_____________________________

I knew my boyfriend was fickle,
He turned PURPLE when caught with OLIVE,
Her face contorted from his flirtacious TICKLE.

We were as different as we could be,
I was like an ORANGE, he like a pea.

I was fruity, round, ripe and delicious,
he was small, green, and not at all nutricious.


WORDS: tomtom, applaud, lifeboat, cherry

Chatty,
Those are funnnny! Love 'em!

I'm short on time these days. So, I'll have to pass on this for a while. You all have fun!

tomtom, applaud, lifeboat, cherry

The rhythms of a tomtom,
We heard on the distance shore,
As in a lifeboat we drifted,
Down the river, as it did roar.

I craved a cherry ice cone,
When others began to applaud,
The boy on the shore, entertaining a crowd,
With the antics of him and his dog.

New words: wind, strong, hills, and dale

wind, strong, hills, and dale

The secret of life and it’s twisted paths,
You find in nature,
It’s peace and wraths.

Just like the scenery outside of your home,
Life has hills and dales for you to roam.
Winds may be strong, and whip all around you,
Or a sweet gentle breeze, can be gentle and fondle.

Ride out the waves and enjoy the rainbows,
Harvest the seeds that God has bestowed.
And in the end, like a leaf off a tree,
We return to mother earth; - the cycle is the key.

New words:
Perplexed, advice, gone, accept

perplexed, advice, gone, accept

My own life is so speckled with strife,
I find it hard to offer advice.

Each and everyday I find myself vexed,
do I go hither or yawn, I am quite perplexed.

Miseries I have decided to except,
While only happy thoughts I will accept.

Under the billowing clouds I lay out on the lawn,
My twisted feelings are now all but gone.

If I can decide not to be sad,
then allow me my friends to simply be glad.

WORDS: calculator, bookmark, weather, clouds

calculator, bookmark, weather, clouds

I place the bookmark to where I've read,
And pick up the calculator and add, instead.

Like so many around me, I'm figuring how much,
Taxes to pay, by the end of the month.

April 15th, it hangs over my head,
As if a forecast of bad weather,
that's coming and I dread!


New words: Lab, picnic, warmth, sunshine

The warmth of the summer sunshine,
heated up grandaddys moonshine.

I just gave our old dog Gracie a dab,
but that drunken old lab,nearly croaked.

It seems that given liquor to dog,
is same as putten a dress on hog.

They start a runnin, howlin and hollerin
and slobbering until their soaked.

WORDS: peppermint, cauliflower, jalopy, diapers

WORDS: peppermint, cauliflower, jalopy, diapers

You know what’s REALLY sloppy?
Looking inside an old jalopy,
And seeing diapers on the floor,
Between peppermint sticks and apple cores.

But that’s not even the worst.
The back seat is about to burst,
From smelly cauliflower,
Getting moldy by the hour.

Not even a car wash can save this mess.
It has to be turned inside out, what a distress!
Best place is the old junk yard.
Where rats can enjoy the grubby discard.

Here is a photo for the next poem