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The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 05:43:05 GMT

Hi everyone,

This is a thread for sharing your creative works.

Please bear in mind our community rules before submitting your work.

This thread is located in the BB Social Zone, so the primary purpose here is entertainment.

We will not publish poems containing dark or disturbing content, including themes of suicide, self-harm, death, dying, abuse or other forms of trauma.

Thanks for your understanding.

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white knight — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 06:57:48 GMT

THE BLACK WIDOW

The male black widow spider

tried all his life

he tried to tickle the hairy legs

of his much larger black widow wife

Then finally he had a win

something at last to gloat

she began to laugh aloud

as his leg slid down her throat

Poor male black widow

was always going to get into strife

all because he didnt understand

the nature of his hairy wife....

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white knight — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 07:17:37 GMT

BLACK CLOUDS DANCING

It takes a special kind of man to sense the hurt and grief

unlike other 'mates' smiling in the street

They beat their chests all day and never see the harm

conquer another nameless lady- then return to farm

No wonder we men grieve, beside us an empty seat

few mates get to know us nor take the time to greet

You took the time to trust, you took the time to ask

it wasnt easy for me to admit...I couldnt do the task

You saw the black clouds dancing just above my head

tinted it grey then blew it away by using care instead

It takes a certain kind of doctor to sense the hurt, the harm, the grief

thankyou for not being like all the others....that smile in the street....

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Struggler — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 09:35:12 GMT

Hairy wife? LOL

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white knight — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 10:16:08 GMT

thanks Struggler. lol

one more and I'll go away for a while.

A SIMPLE POEM

It was when I worked for Testra I had a bit to say

after I entered a porta potti on this bright and sunny day

It was the type on two wheels for workers where they'd moan

and I decided during this time to write a simple poem

"Upon the dunny seat where I do my bit...an interesting episode of where my botty sits"

Well this dunny on a trailer was towed by a fellow mate

And off he drove to the shop and mi' mouth was just agape

With mi' undies at mi' ankles and the seat wrapped around mi' neck

I tried to keep my tender butt from sliding off the deck

The slop began to lick my bott, sloshing from side to side

I begged and screamed for him to stop so I could restore my pride

"Upon this dunny seat where I so my bit...an interesting episode of where my botty sits.....

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AGrace — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 10:30:40 GMT

Hi Everyone,

This is the last verse of one of my favourite poems "Teddy Bear" written by A.A.Milne (yep, author of Winnie the Pooh). You can read the entire poem online.

A bear, however hard he tries,

Grows tubby without exercise.

Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,

Which is not to be wondered at.

But do you think it worries him

To know that he is far from slim?

No, just the other way about -

He's proud of being short and stout.

...We always seem to want what we don't have, but this one reminds me that sometimes what we have is more than we could ever dream we would.

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Struggler — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 12:44:00 GMT

Me likes short and stout :=)

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SubduedBlues — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:06:41 GMT

A score ago I met a girl who said I love you

So I took her to the church, and there we said I do

4 children I gave her

but she said see you later

And my world has gone down the loo

It's not just my heart, but my spirit is broken

My eyes filled tears, and I'm coughin' -n- chokin'

I cannot get dressed

'cause I'm feeling depressed

All hope is lost. My demon has woken

For the demon poisons my mind, fills it full with despair

He even tries to make me take my life from the air

but I shall not be dead

there's no reason to dread

My friends at BB save me; each one of them; they care 🙂

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white knight — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 10:52:55 GMT

IF i COULD NOT PAY

I used to tell my youngest one

that if she chose I not be gone

that if she needed me in USA

I'd start to swim if I could not pay.

Toy soldiers marched across the floor

fairies carried out their chores

Barbies combed and shaped their hair

little girl asleep so she not aware

And then the years came and went

and all my cash on support was spent

then thousands passed through my fingers bare

for her dentistry but I did not care

As a dad with love dripping from his cheeks

"I'm here for you - whenever you seek"

then she came and made me smile

that wait was worth my while

Toy soldier rusty no longer marched

Barbies hair old and somewhat parched

young woman now lies in bed awake

echoes of words bad so she hesitates

Pride remains and its does so strong

Dignity chained where it did belong

Still if she needed me in the US of A

I'd start swimming ....if I could not pay....

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Struggler — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 15:05:44 GMT

Bravo

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Struggler — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 15:07:58 GMT

Touching

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AGrace — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 23:24:48 GMT

Hi Struggler,

Just wondering do you like writing poetry as well? Is there anything you feel like sharing with us? Perhaps your favourite poem if not one of your own?

BTW After all the medication I've had to grow to like short and stout too;)

AGrace

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Struggler — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 01:36:58 GMT

Thanks Grace

I love reading poetry & that's why I suggested this Poetry Corner. I don't write poetry however, because English is not my first language. I don't want to embarrass myself or bore people :=)

Struggler

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Girl_Anachronism — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 01:55:13 GMT

Hi all,

I usedto write poems in high school, not a time I'd like to revisit and have since turned my literary talents to writing novels. I do however have a few favourites written by those much more gifted than I.

Alone by Edgar Allen Poe:

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

There is a second verse, but this has always seemed the most poignant.

Another favourite is The Old Astronomer to his Pupil by Sarah Williams, from which I want to get a particular couplet tattoed on my arm.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

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white knight — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 06:58:13 GMT

I loved that verse GA. Struggler- no embarrassment here. Poetry is my therapy. I can only write it when in a down period unless its humour poetry. For me poetry is a depth of feelings where it is usually beyond what many would experience. It is a place I can go to alone or share but only share with those that "get it".

My friend from school (I'm 58yo) could never get my emotions. After 20 years duration of our friendship his dad died. For the first time I watched him weep at his grave site. The next day I told him, that when writing my poetry I am in deep grief almost as he was the previous day. He now has an idea of its depth and sadness. However it took me many years to embrace it and see it as unique and cherish-able. It takes me to a wonderful place.

This next poem was to my wife. It was however written to her in 1993 when she and I were married to partners that were brother and sister. We were good friends and I recognised her kindness.

TO PRESERVE YOUR HEART

As a boy I'd wonder why

a frog in a jar or a pinned butterfly

to preserve all for others to see

was all so meaningless to little boy me

But then as age crept up so quick

in a world of sorrow, the starving and the sick

a place of prevailing doom and gloom

of history, of art and mummies in tombs

Then suddenly without a sign

it occured to me right at my prime

a message of love and how to give

that came to me- a better way to live

So I no longer ponder the reason why

a frog in a jar or a Jurassic fly

to preserve your heart no money can but

to capture that immortal- twinkle in your eye

To feed on your love all I need

your presence, your ear and your good deed

to preserve your heart for all to see

I'd put it in a jar and carry it with me.....

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AGrace — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 08:44:50 GMT

Hi WK this is really beautiful.

Struggler, that's fine. I'll try and dig out some poems that I've written myself for you to enjoy reading. But be warned they aren't as good as Edgar Allan Poe's or WK's;)

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--Mark-- — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 21:51:54 GMT

Came across this one a few years back, am reciting from memory, can't recall the author though...

I felt I could no longer carry on, life's joy was lost to me, mixed up, confused, alone and sad, what future could there be? Then someone who understood passed by, paused, smiled, and took my hand. A glimpse of sunshine in the dark, yet braver now I stand.

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white knight — Mon, 21 Jul 2014 06:29:33 GMT

Being ultra sensitive others have often taken advantage of that and tried to dominate. One such male work colleague years ago did this, constantly being over bearing and critical of me. Then I found out he had a criminal past.

THE CUPBOARD

They ponder their prey they do

Some but we dont know who

for it in their own head they ask

how could all those guilty

- hide so many skeletons in their cupboard?

They check their own wardrobe

its bare, no skeleton, they sigh with relief

While they point at others they not aware

as they get dressed for a new day

put clothes around their own skeleton

they carry around with them

-all the damn time.....

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Jo3 — Mon, 21 Jul 2014 07:11:02 GMT

Hi WK

I love reading your poems. I wish I could write a poem but I don't know where to start.

Hope you're well.

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Struggler — Mon, 21 Jul 2014 08:29:45 GMT

Hi WK

There are many evil people in all workplaces.

Struggler