| MICHAEL JACKSON BY DAVID MILLER | | | THE BOND THAT BINDS | Grandaughter - by Colin Lee When I have a granddaughterNo need for Nursery schoolShe will stay at home with meBecause I'm nobodys foolI'll teach her all her coloursUse coins to count to tenMog could be our favorite bookThen those funny Mister men. We will build a house of LegoDraw pictures every dayI will hope she's learningShe will think it's playHave to walk out of courseTo park to feed the ducksThen watch the builders playWith the dumpers and the trucks. The garden is our playgroundTo watch Spring, bloom and fallThere's a decent piece of grassWhere she can throw a ballWe shall try and grow carrotsRunner beans and leeksThen eat them all for dinner...I concede that may take weeks. Of course there is the tellyIf I need a little restThere is so much to chooseBut hope Bob, is still the bestThis is all a dream of courseEveryone is getting olderSo please saucepan lidsI'd love a Granddaughter. | | GOOD MORNING | Pink Ice by RobinStained with life that lives no moreDisformed figures scar the earth's floorNone will be seen till the spring thawShowing evidence of another bxxxxy warSnow stained carnage yet againShowing man's lust for painAnd to what is the gain?None! It's just man's gameIce so lightly stained in pinkTainted water unfit to drinkAnd snow covered in life's inkEven more into depravity we sinkBlanket of winter covers our crimeBut it is hidden for a short timeFigures fixed in mocking mimeBecoming another bloodstained shrineDeath to them is no longer a mysteryTheir marble faces now historyOnce they belonged to humanityTaken by cold heartless insanityThey came from the warming wombFed by breast and loving spoonLooked upon by sun and moonOnly to be put in an early tombFrozen wastes hiding our shameOnly to be exposed again and againWe forget that each had a nameAnd to life each had their claimWhen the long winters had its dayAnd flowers of spring make their wayNo matter what we do or sayAnother season will join the bxxxxy frayThis world is hell, not paradiseMan's endless bloodlust will not sufficeCrawling the world as detestable lice Turning another winter into pink ice | | JUNIOR POETRY AND FRIENDS | If you like reading, writing and poetry Competitions and much more. Registration is for 'Young people of school age' | | LIMERICK BY IOLA |
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There was an old cat called Gwylim, Who was usually more than willin' To eat everyone's grub... He became quite a tub ! Well upholstered by constantly fillin'
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| | 1st PLACE 59 POINTS - From Russia With Love ~ by Annamoy | Sun May 10, 2009 9:40 pm by annamoy |
Phil Watson wasn’t a heavy gambler - normally, but he’d had a very trying morning at work and was relieved to pop to the bookies in his lunch hour. His boss, Dave Masterson had been in a foul mood all morning, moaning about everything and everyone. He ran a house clearance busines...
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| I have a dream by David Miller - 55 Points | Sat May 02, 2009 6:38 pm by David Miller |  I have a dream
As sunlight pounds upon the earth, across savannahs wide and wild,
From ice-topped mountain to the sea the gods smile down upon this child,
Where desert slavers ply their trade, too far to harm his way of life,
This child survives, where others die, his stories hold no ...
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| Young Albert an' 'is tele ~ by Adele. 59 points | Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:43 pm by Adele |  Young Albert an’ ‘is tele.
Albert wer’ first in’t street wi’ a tele
‘is ‘ouse wer’ like three-penny crush
Made ‘em queue, just like at pictures
Said sum cud get ‘urt in’t rush
‘is guests sat on ‘is brand new sofa
Others on stiff wooden chairs
But loads ‘ad t’ ...
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| THE POET'S VOICE By Orcadia -54 Points | Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:35 pm by orcadia |  T he Poet's Voice
Every poet must find their own voice,
whether by accident design or choice;
analytical, or political,
else rhetorical,or satirical,
well chosen words or a whimsical noise.
The voice maybe gentle, kind, comforting,
or rallies of loud raucous trumpetin...
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| Lady In Waiting - 54 points | Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:02 pm by spindrift |  Lady In Waiting
I’m feeling really excited, you see I’ve gone into labor at last,
In the delivery suit now, this whole things going to be a real blast!
My sweetie’s been rubbing my back and gently stroking my hands,
I’ve started perspiring a little; I think there should be lots...
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| Ode to a Summer Garden by Spindrift 53 points | Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:44 am by spindrift | Ode to a Summer Garden
Scented lavender, busy with bees,
Lazy old cat under shady old trees,
Fruit ripening on the twisted vine,
Summer is come to this ...
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| Gliding Light by Cougar - 53 Points | Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:28 pm by Cougar |
Gliding Light.
Can you hear the singing winds
whilst in your solitude,
up amongst the realms of birds
gliding at altitude.
Floating on fibreglass wings
flexing in the thermals,
lifting up to greater heights
far from all the turmoils....
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| When Summer comes BY Ian Russell - 53 points | Thu May 28, 2009 11:00 pm by Ian Russell |
When Summer Comes
When summer comes as well it may
And your holidays you plan
Let me tempt you to My Isla...
[ Full reading ] | | Comments: 10 | | THE HUNGER BY RHUMOUR - CHOSEN BY DAVID MILLER | The Hunger by Rhumour - chosen by Dave Miller
The Hunger
For days now he had hungered
His search took him along many an avenue Where his pleas were so harshly ignored But his need was such he had to continue So to all that he met he implored
Many turned him away with brusque impatience What had he to offer them they all jeered Still he searched with all true innocence Of the way he was evidently feared
Daringly he turned his gaze upon all All those who walked the same paths All those who he heard from over their wall Where they tended their gardens with care Ever hoping soon he might find that one That one person who would freely share
His recent loss burned still in his heavy heart All the devotion he had given and received Had been beyond reproach from the very start She had been the one and now alone he grieved
His thoughts turned to that day when he awoke To find his companion gone but yet still there No response came as usual to his gentle stroke Still and cold, so very cold as he proffered care
All that long day his hope lingered with them Until night fell and hope slid away numbed Tangibly wandering out into the dark and mean Moon shadows cast behind their wind rattled shed
A sharp whistle seemed to bring him from his dream It turned his head and stopped him still in his tracks He shook his head twice hardly believing the scene Then ran swiftly towards his mistress now back!
Joyous reunion after those last empty days Filled both as they then embraced so lovingly Her hands no longer felt cold but her eyes Her eyes did seem a little pale and misty
The pair were soon jauntily walking back home To their ramshackle old potting shed All the spiders would ask why did they roam Neither would answer as they settled to bed
Down the avenue none had noticed their sheer joy None had seen them walk by in such evident glee None had heard their footfalls or calls of good boy But minutes after one lad saw what didn't flee
'Hey Mum' he called into the kitchen 'Come and look at this old dog over here' 'There's nowt you can do for it Marvin' Poor old thing - must have been a stray dear
Back in the shed Good Boy and Mistress rested Peace was with them amidst peat and dead fern Neither ever pined or wept again in their bed The hunger was gone now, never more to return
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There was auld dame from Malacca Who smoked terrible tobacca When the tigers came near They trembled with fear And didnt attempt to attacka !!
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You would need a very long scarf If you happened to be a giraffe You could get very hoarse In the winter ,of course And a cough is no cause for a laugh .!!!
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