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The poetry corner - post your poems in here
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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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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....
WK
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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....
WK
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Hairy wife? LOL
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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.....
WK
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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.
AG
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Me likes short and stout :=)
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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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Bravo