Suzie
Various Category~Forum Manager
 Birthday: 1950-07-02
Age: 61
Job/Hobbies: reading,crafts,history
Humour: yes
Registration date: 2008-02-20
 |  Subject: POEMS BY SUZIE Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:54 pm | |
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MIST OF TIME
Back through the mists of timevisions of a life before fill my mind.Images of this place long agowhen I travelled a different path.Brief visions fill my mindfaint aromas stir my sensesI have been here beforeof that I am sure.Suzie.Sue 21st July 2008.
ENDLESS CIRCLE
I know I have travelled this way Im suremany lives I have lived and experienced painI need to live a life that is good and pureso I don't have to come back here again.The endless circle of life and deathis unbroken until I get it rightTreading the right path with every breathand never giving up the moral fight.Being careful how I treat everyone I meetand I know I need to be boldDoing the right thing and not admitting defeatmay help my future path of goldSuzie
THE GREAT FIRE
The fire broke out in Pudding Lane one hot and windy day
It was not long before it spread and really got underway.
Through warves and houses and everything that was along its path
It didn't stop for many days making people feel its wrath.
Oil,hemp and tallow too,helped stir the mighty flames
eighty seven churches were destroyed as the fire played its games.
The rich they took their valuables and hid them in the tower
the poor they couldn't save their goods they could only wait and cower.
Suzie
THE TAVERN.
| The lamps are on in the tavern down town
Jack with a patch over his eye sits down
A jug of frothing ale by his side
His mutt getting ready to hide.
Clenched in his teeth the clay pipe alight
there is usually a fight on a Friday night
Bob, Jim and Fred are at the bar
talking quietly, at least so far.
The serving wench Polly sways her hips
collecting jugs and hoping for tips
Johnny at the table slaps her rump
she turns around and gives him a thump.
Suddenly all hell breaks out
skin and hair is flying about
Ale is spilt and chairs do fly
Sam the landlord's standing by.
Sam is tall and he is wide
hands like hams no teeth inside
He soon restores the Inn to order
calming down the big disorder.
With ale all gone and the fun now complete
Jack takes his leave shuffling down the street
to return next friday for a ringside pew
and watch whatever fight is due.
Suzie.
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Summertime.
| Sunlight shimmering on the deep blue sea
the gentle warmth of the sun on me
colourful blooms adorn the park
see the swooping of the larks.
Gentles breezes fill the air
children playing without a care
building castles in the sand
here the sound of big brass band.
The days are long and the evenings are light
enjoy a meal in the late sunlight
sitting outside with a glass of wine
its really great its summertime. |
THE TAVERN.
| The lamps are on in the tavern down town
Jack with a patch over his eye sits down
A jug of frothing ale by his side
His mutt getting ready to hide.
Clenched in his teeth the clay pipe alight
there is usually a fight on a Friday night
Bob, Jim and Fred are at the bar
talking quietly, at least so far.
The serving wench Polly sways her hips
collecting jugs and hoping for tips
Johnny at the table slaps her rump
she turns around and gives him a thump.
Suddenly all hell breaks out
skin and hair is flying about
Ale is spilt and chairs do fly
Sam the landlord's standing by.
Sam is tall and he is wide
hands like hams no teeth inside
He soon restores the Inn to order
calming down the big disorder.
With ale all gone and the fun now complete
Jack takes his leave shuffling down the street
to return next friday for a ringside pew
and watch whatever fight is due.
Suzie.
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