Have you written any poems? Post them here for all to read! I'll begin.


This is my poem titled "Seventeen" that I wrote in 2002.

SEVENTEEN
Pink laces and laughter
Blue ribbons and tears
A roller-coaster ride through life
And no way of knowing what is clear

With all the sadness of a lady
And the happiness of a child
Always too old to wonder
Always too young to walk a mile

Tales of uncertain dreams
Of rainbows, clouds, and thunder
Always too young to make real
Always too old to fall under

Fears and uncertainty
Unsure of what will be
And believing with a youthful heart
What a lady can truly see.

Whenever I'm in the mood, I'll give it a write.
Whether it be during the day, or at night.
But most of it will usually come via inspiration,
Whether pleasant or not; whatever the situation.

Sometimes, when I compose certain poetries,
They are often in the form of song parodies.
At some point I'd like to share one or two
Such works. Then you'll see my points of view.

Anyways, I must tell Jessica that I have read
Her beautiful poem at the top of this thread.
It's beautifully written, if I say so myself!
Now I ask you, have you written anything else? :)

Whenever I'm in the mood, I'll give it a write.
Whether it be during the day, or at night.
But most of it will usually come via inspiration,
Whether pleasant or not; whatever the situation.

Sometimes, when I compose certain poetries,
They are often in the form of song parodies.
At some point I'd like to share one or two
Such works. Then you'll see my points of view.

Anyways, I must tell Jessica that I have read
Her beautiful poem at the top of this thread.
It's beautifully written, if I say so myself!
Now I ask you, have you written anything else? :)


This is beautiful, Jeffrey! And, yes I have written over 15 poems all in 2002. But "Seventeen" meant so much to me since it's about my life and how I felt when I was that age. I think maybe people can relate.

This is beautiful, Jeffrey! And, yes I have written over 15 poems all in 2002. But "Seventeen" meant so much to me since it's about my life and how I felt when I was that age. I think maybe people can relate.


Thank you so much! I wrote it on the spot,
Although I had to give it plenty of thought. :)

Thank you so much! I wrote it on the spot,
Although I had to give it plenty of thought. :)


Writing poetry is not easy. It takes a lot of thinking and putting phrases together.

Writing poetry is not easy. It takes a lot of thinking and putting phrases together.

I totally agree. But that's alright with me!

It's been a whole week
Since this thread was updated.
Makes me wonder if
Poetry is really complicated?

For some people, I guess
It probably is.
But then again, I'm not really
A writing whiz.

So I'll just write anything
That comes to my mind.
There's creativity out there
I'm sure we can all find.

Weather Blues


Another rainy day
Not a day to attend a play
Rain drops are coming down
And it Really makes me frown

Hoping for a brighter afternoon
And many good moments soon
Is there anything I should know?
Only instead of sunshine, we are getting snow

For International Poetry Day Yesterday

I tried to be online yesterday,
For it was a day to reflect,
It was International Poetry Day,
And my computer would not connect.

Later this year, I can chance again,
And start the rhyming all over,
It will be National Poetry Day,
On the Seventh of October.

Elisha Otis
Came to the notice,
That made the world be greater,
For that uplifting feeling,
He made holes in the ceiling,
And gave us the elevator.

It was on this day (March 23rd) in 1857, that Elisha Otis's first elevator is installed at 488 Broadway New York City.

Nothing to do so working on my music.

Today is the day
I might just have to stay
Nothing much to do
But go to the nearby saloon

Taking things one day at a time
But I could go to the store and spend a dime
Music is where it's at
I can maybe go out, and wear my hat 

Today I work from home
Although I'm not alone.
Right now, of course I take
My half-hour lunch break.

Today I don't work, but tomorrow I will.
Till then, I have plenty of time to kill.
What'll I be doing this afternoon?
Not sure at the moment, but I'll decide pretty soon.

With baseball season started, I know what to do:
Cheer on my Dodger team (the Boys In Blue)!
Will they win it all again this year,
...and in their own stadium, with fans to cheer?

Spring vibes

Breeze on a warm day
Is there any kind that would breeze away
It is all about Spring luck
To lounge or ride a really big truck

Who says you can't have fun
When the day is over and done
Sing sing sing away
To the brightest star and a new day

Just created for another topic:

Podophobia is the fear of feet,
But where can they by found,
If you look in a downward direction,
They're between your legs and ground.

Today

A good walk around the block,
To be at my destination at 9 o'clock.
For today was my second shot,
So further exercise was a not.

After been told to take it easy,
Take care and rest today.
And looking at my health app,
I made 10,000 steps , way hay!!

Week ahead

There is more to see
But how in the world could this be
Monday is so blue
And today I haven't had a clue

Thursday is ahead
Can I say more before I go to bed
Friday is a charm
I could easily keep from harm

^ That's really nice! Now you've inspired me
To write a little more poetry.
In fact, I have one that I've been working on.
Hopefully I'll have it up before too long.

Over last weekend...

This past Saturday, April the 10th,
A couple of my very good friends
Got married, after waiting a long while.
On that day, they finally walked the aisle.

Just three years ago, in early 2018,
The two of them, they started dating.
The following August, they turned the page
And that is when they got engaged!

Originally, as I remember,
They wanted to wed in last September,
But due to covid, they had to wait,
And so they set a later date.

Through Facebook, they invited me
To watch their wedding virtually.
And now, of course, as husband-and-wife
They officially start their "together" life!

Just created for another topic:

Mullets they say,
Are rare today,
And what can we say about that,
In the barber's chair
To cut the hair,
And keep it under the hat.

Composing rhyming couplets,
Getting the words to rhyme,
Keeping my mind active,
And it helps to pass the time.

Morning blues


Does he think about me
Or does he first need to see
In the morning I have had the time
To realize that his hour is divine

What can I make of all of this
With all these troubling times of his
Maybe I should write a letter
In the end to make all things better

Some very nice poetry, I see.
And now it's the first of May, today!
I'll think of another good rhyme, in time.

Both my covid shots are done,
After several months I have waited.
I can't wait to go out and have fun,
'Cuz I'm now fully vaccinated!

I need to get my life organized
'Cuz disarray is not good, in my eyes.
Of course it takes time to get it all done,
But sometimes, when ya think about it, it can be fun.
However, that depends on one's point of view.
And planning it out is what I must do.

Dodgers have given me the blues,
Cuz tonight, they happened to lose.
Now the only thing they can do
Is get prepared for 2022!

October freeze

What the heck is this freeze?
Something that I feel below the knees
Should I make haste and cook
But this day I have felt all shook

Maybe there is more
When I decide to step out the door
But I will stay inside
And through the evening listen to my guide

The Cremation of Sam McGee
By Robert W. Service

A classic!


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

There was a young lass from Kilarney ...

No, I better not

^ a limerick?

I am trying to remember my favourite limerick by Spike Milligan, but it the meantime, here is another poem from the same.

"Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?"

^ a limerick?

I am trying to remember my favourite limerick by Spike Milligan, but it the meantime, here is another poem from the same.

"Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?"


Hee hee hee! That's quite funny!
I oughta give you karma plus one-y!

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields."

Spam in a bun
Spam in a bun
Fry it up in a pan
And serve it to everyone!
It's spam in a bun.


;D

Just composed on a different topic:

Vitamin B
Is good for the knee
And good for the bones as well
Lacking vitamin C
Brings on scurvy
And turns your body to hell

- Philip Eno ©

Down the stream the swans all glide;
It's quite the cheapest way to ride.
Their legs get wet,
Their tummies wetter:
I think after all
The bus is better

- Spike Milligan

Obi and Luke went for dinner
And chose to eat only pork
Luke said “I can’t eat this”
Obi replied “Luke, use the fork”

Indiana Jones
Broke no bones
At any historical site
Once gashed his lip
When cracking his whip
Avoiding a nasty snake bite

Albert Einstein
Had a brain so fine
Had an idea once declared
He cause a commotion
With a brand new notion
Of e=mc2

There is one thing I have to say:
Today I had a lovely holiday. :)

Santa Claus
Had to pause
When making his annual trip
He was all in a quiver
When stated deliver
Noticing parcels all had a rip

Novak Djokovic
Now in a deep fix
Cannot get to the Australian Open
For having no vacs
This unwilling Novak
Of which he to win was hoping

Novak Djokovic: Australia cancels top tennis player's visa

Snow and ice again,
Faster Higher and Strongest,
Winter Olympics

My very first reply to this thread
Was one year ago today.
'Tis quite amazing how time does fly;
That's what I always say.

Andy Murray
Was in a hurry
To finish off his game
He served the ball
Then gave a call
But lose it, just the same

On Monday is my birthday.
I'm gonna turn 42!
People might be asking me
What I might wanna do.

All I can say: it's a work day.
But I will still celebrate.
I'll have a nice meal, and I will feel
Like it's been a special date.

I have not written any poetry
In the last couple of months.
But it would not be advisable
To do too much of it at once.

Still, it’s nice to write some
Every now and then.
And so, I must say: this brief poem
Has now reached the end.

From another thread on these boards.

Autumn leaves falling
Turning colder quickly now
Wearing winter coats

Finally we are into December!
Let’s make this a month to remember!

Two weeks into the year 2023...
And things seem to have gone fairly well for me!

Last Monday I walked 13 miles
That is exercise for the taking
Now I am regretting it
For my legs are severely aching.

If there is anything to say today
It's International World Poetry Day
It happens from time to time
So get those lexiconic words to rhyme.

Robert DiNero
The movie screen hero
Is sending the media wild
Causing a major outrage
At his advanced age
Is now expecting a child