When I was in junior high school, I found that I enjoyed writing poetry. I was encouraged by my teacher, Ms. Zenobia Brake, to write as much as I can. She herself was a published poet.Over the years I neglected this side of me. I would write a poem now and then and then file it away. I saw an ad in the local paper for Poetry.Com and looked up the website. I got started entering some poems to them. Each time after entering a poem, I would get a notice in the mail that it will be published in an anthology and with it comes an offer to purchase the anthology. I don't really mind that. But the book does cost quite a bit. And the one thing that bothers me is that you can only enter poems with a maximum of 20 lines. So I decided to do like other people and post my poems on my homepage. So come on in and ENJOY! Hope you like what you read. You can even e-mail me with your input.



These are my fun poems

WEB ADDICT

I do my chores and watch the time
I can't move fast enough!
I hear the sound of the doorbell chime
I rush to the door with a huff and puff
And I brush the salesman off
I have errands to run
I'm not having fun!
I must hurry and shop
Don't want to stop!
I'm in no mood to roam
Gotta get home
And turn on my PC
Any e-mail for me?
A message from a friend who's ready to chat
I get on-line and we "chew the fat".
Oh my goodness, the time has flown!
I've gotta get off and move on!

Copyright ©2000 Edith Bael
MY REFLECTION

As I look in the mirror
the reflection I see
is no longer the slender person
I once used to be
With age it seems to be my fate
to add on this unwanted weight
My once luxuriant tresses
are now peppered with grey
But thanks to my "friend", Miss Clairol,
At least I can wash that away
My teeth are still straight
My vision's not great
Body aches and pains abound!
My hearing, well, I can still
hear the slightest sound
But I've slowly come to accept as fact
my youthful body is gone
and will never come back!

Copyright ©2000 Edith Bael





HE SLOWLY GETS UP IN THE MORNING

He slowly gets up in the morning
He puts on his specs
And stands before the mirror
tries flexing his pecs

But those muscles, once firm
Are slowly becoming flab
Love handles are developing
Around his once flat abs

His butt has fanned out
He's no longer trim
He shaved off his thinning hair
On an impulsive whim

As he bends over to pull on his slacks
He feels a slight pain in his lower back
There's a creak in his knees
As he walks around
But his hearing's gone bad
He hardly hears the sound

His teeth are the only thing that haven't gone bad
For this he's very thankful and glad!

Copyright© 2000 Edie Bael



MEN ARE SO IMPOSSIBLE

Men! So impossible are they!
Even the intelligent ones need
a good woman's direction everyday!

They cause themselves so much stress
But we women will help them
none the less

Why are men so persistent
about having things their way
And then they get frustrated
if there is cause for delay

If they lose direction
when traveling around
They refuse to stop and ask
how to get where they're bound

Even worse is when they get sick
and can barely get out of bed
They refuse to call a doctor
They just suffer instead

Men! They're such a pain!
They can cause my energy to drain!

Copyright© 2001 Edith Bael







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