Wondering About A Little Poetry Thread In Here?

sorry yall, meant pink instead of brink,

:snckr:
love
kayrose.

 

Oh, I can't, I am just too tired, going back to bed. See you later.

 

I hope you are feeling better Christine
My prayers and love are with you and in between
Wishing you happiness, contentment and then some
including peace and all your wish for, when day is done.

God bless

your friend
kayrose

 

Marriage, thoughts

Well alright then, here i go
Marriage is about two, not one you know
Each have faults and other things that bog the mind
but rest assured , if there is real love you will find
compassion, caring , love for one another
and the wanting to please each other
Forgiving is a big part of this beautiful affair
and to hold a grudge, being resentful, let's don't go there
Just accept each other as we are , one day at a time
and i'm sure if we all do this, marriage Could be sublime

Kayrose

 

As time goes by I think we forget the reasons why,
we vowed to be together till we die,
the debt no matter how high,
a career to get an office in the sky,
all help us forget the reason why,
when being apart would break our heart,
and being together, would last forever,
so make the time to say this line,
I'll love you forever,

 

such a beautiful poem match
some girl has found a great catch.

 

Yogurt

I MAKE my own yogurt as you know
I Heat the milk on top of the stove real slow
When it starts to boil, I take it from the fire
Two tablespoons of starter it will require
Cool to luke warm ,stir in the starter yogurt
Mix thoroughly, and then some, it won't hurt
Heat oven 350 degrees, two minutes should do it
Once you have made this, there is not much to it
Place milk in the oven, with a cover on top
Once it stays there all night it's time to stop

Kayrose

 

A sigh it is a gust of wind
which rises from the heart.
But when it takes a downward path
its often called a fart.
A fart is a great relief
it gives you belly ease.
It warms the bed in winter
and suffocates the fleas.

 

I do declare ALAN, you are funn galore.
and i must say you are never a bore.
hugggs

 

If you want we can share our originals here
Well, let me think , oh dear
I just post whatever comes to mind
Sometimes its good and sometimes I find
Something I wish I had never emoted
but then i'm devoted
to all the poetry threads,my favorite
and I tend to give my all,every lil ole bit
for making a poetry thread for every one
once you try it,it's really fun
so give it a try
and soon you will see why
It's contagious,
Even outragious
but guaranteed exciting.
So lets get to it,"writing"
kayrose

 

Hi Son
It's your Mom~
My Son I'm so proud
I'm on the Number 9 cloud
Your the big guy who had no dad
And wanted to prove that you weren't bad
Got out of school in the tenth grade
But still got that diploma that you made
Got four years in in Pre Med with the hightest awards
With a Bachelor of Science Degree in Biology towards
"Your Goal"
Applied the first year Son with all that you had
You were refused which made you feel sad
You tried to hide it but i know you cried
And everytime i saw your face a part of me died
Well Son, you tried again
God was on your side
Sixteen interviews ~ your ol' Mom was filled with pride
My brilliant young Son you were accepted
in Medical School and proved to all of us
that you were no ones fool
~ Now your on your way to become that man
To save many lives and give a helping hand
God Bless you Son and keep you in his care
And watch over you as you go to prepare
"Your future" ~
i love you
Mom
He has since gone on another four more years to be a board certified
emergency trauma physician
and sent to a special schooling to work in the
Hyperbaric and Wound Care Center

I have posted this many times,
if you have seen this.
Scroll on by!!!!!


kayrose

 

If that is about your real son kayrose you have a son to be proud of.


Now for some silly fun,
I can be a poet
to make you run
I try my best for to you amuse,
so please, my efforts, don't abuse.


Now Jimmy Mc Gregor was the village bobby,
Of a hamlet somewhere near Fyffe,
He knew all the folk in his own little patch,
For he had been there for most of his life.

So it came as no real surprise,
When he entered the edge of the woods,
When he found that eccentric, Billy Mc squirt,
Red handed with all of the goods.

On the end of a rope thrown over a branch,
Was his wellie that he had took off his foot,
You had better move on and stop all of this,
I am fed up of you hangin’ a boot.


Now Jimmy Mc Tavish hadn't wanted to fly,
and soaring up he wondered why,
the kitchen appliance, he'd tried to fix,
had shown him some, brand new tricks.
he then saw a man coming down in his boots,
as they passed said do you know owt of parachutes,
our Jimmy said “no, and oh lack and alas,
do you know owt about boilers and gas“!


The wicked witch of Welshpool,
was known both far and wide.
she would fly off in the evening,
on her broomstick she would ride.

she would fly o'er towns and hamlets,
at each one she cast a spell,
to make some folks unhappy,
and turn some one unwell.

but one night old Jim he saw her,
and threw up his false teeth with glee,
the wicked lady met her end,
it was his extra set you see.
(taken from an old joke concerning the exocet missiles)


For a few dollars more
She'd take to the floor
And really strut her stuff!!
But, poor Albert
Wasn't having it
He'd really had enough!!
She'd jiggled
And she'd writhed
But, he thought it was quite wrong,
When he sat and watched aghast
As she stripped down to a thong!!
The crowd, they were all cheering!!
Calling out for more!!!
All that he could think of
Was running for the door!!
But he couldn't turn and leave her
Couldn't make a dash...
Why couldn't his 74 year old Granny
Find a new way to earn some cash??

 

yessssssss Plastic Nev.
thats MY real Son.
thank you.

now Plastic
you plum went and got me flabergasted
with your way on belting out a poem

great timing, funny rhyming, brilliant ,
if I may say so, in this forum.

kayrose

 

The Fabulous Foolish Fib​

By: me in 1990 ​

I know you won’t believe this,

I didn’t think you would!

But jolly ol’ Santa ruined

My doll made of wood!


He came down the chimney

All nice and dandy.

He gave my brother a truck,

And my sister a bag of candy.



He was still nice and happy

When he came to my stocking on the mantle.

But he didn’t watch his footing,

And slipped on a candle.


The doll went flying,

And broke mom’s new mirror.

Santa fell down,

But landed on his rear!


Santa went to pick up the doll

But he cut his finger on some glass!

And that is when Santa

lost his temper very fast!


He threw the doll across the room.

It must have hit its head,

Because Santa started yelling

At what the doll had said.


Santa chopped the doll apart

And threw it’s arms to the ground!

I kept my distance

For it was only the first round.


The doll was dismembered,

But smiled as if unharmed.

It looked at Santa and said,

“Go ahead and hit me…I’m UNarmed!”


Santa looked surprised,

And thought that was quite funny!

But as for next year,

I think I’ll ask for money!

 

great one!!!!!! helpforme

come in often and do us some poetry

love
kayrose

 

Twas for a high school english class
was why I wrote that little ditty.
I used to write a lot
But I don't now... what a pity.

 

i didn't write this but i feel every word of it.

To my Son
I always thought when you were grown
I wouldn't mind a whit,
but I kinda miss you needing me
(a teeny tiny bit)
i'm just a silly mother.
but i'm learning day by day
You'll have to tell me when i act
tooo Motherly ....... ok?
I'm glad your independent----
it makes me proud, but then
You'll always be "my baby"
(OOPS! i'm doing it again!)
i'm sure sometimes my "helpfulness "
is kinda hard to take
but a mother's silly habits
are kinda hard to break.

I'm going to need some practice,
letting go and holding back
but give me time, eventually
I'm sure i'll get the knack.
So please be patient with me
when i fuss or overdo.
I'm just a silly mother
who's still silly over you.

 

Kayrose, aren't there times when you come across a poem, or even a song, and think my god I wish I had written that!!

Nev.

 

Yesssss, NEV.
WISH I had written that

Says it all.

 

*God took the strength of a mountain

The majesty of a tree

The warmth of a summer sun

The calm of a quiet sea

The generous soul of nature

The comforting arm of night

The wisdom of the ages

The power of the eagle’s flight

The joy of a morning in spring

The faith of a mustard seed

The patience of eternity

The depth of a family need

Then God combined these qualities

When there was nothing more to add

He knew His masterpiece was complete

And so

He called it … Dad

~ Author Unknown.