Poetry
I am not a poet but I wanted to share
with you two of my all time favorite poems.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Well it started out as 2 peoms, but has grown......enjoy!!
KID'S WHO ARE DIFFERENT
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids who don't always get A's,
The kids who have ears twice the size if their peers,
And noses that go on for days...
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The kids who don't fit, with the guts and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum...
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievous streak,
For when they have grown, as history's shown,
It's their different that makes them unique.
WARNING
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on
brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and a pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils
and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are
not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
This is a poem that was sent to me by a wonderful
friend that some of you may know by the nick of
AMIGA. If you have never met her look for her in
Comic Chat in the room #newbies. You just might
catch her flying aroung in there cracking everyone
up. She does love to stir things up a bit. Also she
spends alot of time in the zone. Watch out though,
she doesn't like to lose. Also if you go nil.........
hehehehe......well she will do her best to set
you on that!!!
Finding Her Here
by Jayne Relaford Brown
I am becoming the woman I've wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life
with a laugh that's known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she's a survivor -
that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman I've longed for,
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons and sunrises.
I find her becoming,
this woman I've wanted,
who knows she'll encompass,
who knows she's sufficient,
knows where she's going
and travels with passion.
Who remembers she's precious,
but knows she's not scarce -
who knows she is plenty, plenty to
share.
This poem was sent to me by one of my best
friends out here on the net, "Gregger",
aka "Lovepirate". He truly is a stealer of
womens hearts, but gotta tell you he does
love his wife dearly and would do nothing
to jeopardize his relationship with her.
He is one of the most sensitive caring
people I know out here. You have a
problem, he will talk, although he does
tend to get in over his head at times.
Also for some unknown reason he calls me
a brat.........hmmmmmm.....no idea why though.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
And it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered
Enough courage and strength to leave him.
I would not have gotten flowers today.
~~Unknown~~
Here is a song that was sent to me by Texdude in his deepest hour of gloom,
hopefully he can get out of it and go forth with his life.
I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
I'm a little girl who never smiles
'Cause I've got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep
I'm that kid on every playground
Who's always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin' to overcome my past
You don't have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask...
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm the cripple on the corner
You've passed me on the street
And I wouldn't be out here beggin'
If I had enough to eat
And don't think that I don't notice
That our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy
When someone crossed that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Was the day I lost my mind
And right now I'm down to holdin
This little cardboard sign...So
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Some day we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey aren't we all...
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Don't laugh at me
