Poems

[THERESA]

This is one of my favorite poems. Feel free to share some you like.

AFTER A WHILE (http://sofinesjoyfulmoments.com/fvthings/aftrwhle.htm)

[THERESA]

TO THOSE I LOVE AND TO THOSE WHO LOVE ME


When I am gone, release me, let me go--
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be thankful for our many beautiful years.
I gave you my love. You can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a time that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on--
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me I'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile, and welcome you home.

[Jessii]

Every Woman Should...

know how to use a stick shift;
a plunger;
understand the difference between
don't tell a soul and
don't tell a soul I mean it;
know her mind; change it;
have protection handy;
but not too handy;
use special china;
and special underwear
for no special reason;
over commit; come through;
refuse to do it again; do it again;
be able to discuss first and ten;
have better things to do;
set boundaries; go camping;
grow something; dance crazy all alone;
stare at a phone;
get dressed in five minutes;
be a princess; get over it;
believe in the perfect man;
get over it; read; walk;flirt;
shock;listen;sing;thank God;
be single and like it; a lot;
raise a child; or not;
see a wrinkle and be reminded
of her youth; and not her age.

[RocCityDad]

INK INK
A BOTTLE OF INK

MY MY
HOW YOU STINK....

although this looks silly, it reminds me of my "adopted" Grandfather Frank Mule. He wrote this in my autograph book when I was about 7.

He died from Alzheimer's, It was so sad. I miss him very much, he was my best friend.

God Bless You Frank!

[Jessii]

I love you , I love you, I love you divine
Please give me your bubble gum...
You're sitting on mine.

Another funny one me n my ma always remember from like 2nd grade.. always make me smile too...

[Jessii]

Thanks Mothers for all the quiet love

For all the mothers whose sons did not kill
For all the mothers whose sons did not steal
For all the mothers whose sons did not plant pipe bombs
For all the mothers whose sons did not rape
For all the mothers whose sons did not poison
For all the mothers whose sons did not abuse
For all the mothers whose sons did not create internet viruses
For all the mothers whose sons did not need guns
For all the mothers whose sons did not shoot up a high school or fly into buildings or torture innocent civilians or send anything through the mail or strap themselves to bombs and blow themselves up
For all the the mothers whose sons have grown into ethical people, who learned from their mothers to handle their problems without violence, without torture, without murder, without death...
For all those mothers...
We salute you.
For all the mothers whose names are not Madonna.
For all the mothers whose names are not Nicole, Calista, Pamela Lee or Rosie
For all the mothers who never had a magazine cover
For all the mothers who do not have a staff
For all the mothers who's baby's pictures were not held before a T.V. camera or featured on the 11 o'clock news
For all the mothers who are not Celine Deon
For all the mothers who didn't lose the weight
For all the mothers who never got thanked at the Oscars
For all the mothers who never screamed at their children on Jerry Springer, who never opened up to Barbara Walters, who never made a T.V. commercial with a football playing son
For all the mothers who simply did what they had to do and got enough reward through the love of their kids, the crayon colored birthday cards, the phone calls from college, the photos hanging on the refrigerator...
For all those mothers.
We salute you.
For all the mothers who stayed around
For all the mothers who did not use children as pawns in divorce
For all the mothers who did not send their 16 year old sons to Yemen
For all the mothers who taught their sons that no religion condones killing innocent people
For all the mothers who know what their kids are building in the garage
For all the mothers who refuse to always blame the teacher
For all the mothers who work thanklessly every day at the hardest role in the world, who recognize their children aren't perfect, who don't always assume it's someone else, who don't make excuses, who don't defend hurtful actions, who teach through love and attention and example and who, although they don't complain about it, never ever get a single T.V. interview, a People magazine article or even a brief mention in a newspaper...
You just got one.
We salute you.
And we Thank you.

[Jessii]

Don't blink; you'll miss your children's wonder years

Just last week I was the mother of small children, but I must have blinked.
Just last week I was at the drug store buying diaper rash ointment, bulbs to extract mucus from noses, pacifiers and soothing teething gels. Now I am at the drug store in the Clearasil aisle.
I must have blinked because I used to have a steady date with little kids-sometimes three simultaneously-at the bathtub ever night, and now I am steadily hollering through the bathroom door for large-to-medium size kids to get out of the shower so the next one can have a turn.
I must have blinked because just last week I was needed constantly by relatively helpless children for an unending series of tasks, such as bottom-wiping, shoe-tying, button-buttoning, Band-aid placing, swing pushing and monster removing.
Now, more and more, I am kept on a retainer basis by kids who can "do it myself, Mom", for intermittent, though often quite intense and sudden tasks, mostly involving chauffering, short-order cooking, homework salvaging, back-scratching and cell phone lending.
I must have blinked because just last week I was thinking if I could just get them all out of diapers and nursery school, life would be easier and much less expensive.
This week, I am thinking, Ok, once the braces and the growth spurts are done, life will be easier and less expensive.
I must have blinked because last week I was driving to Sears in the throes of ecstasy to buy one of each cute little item available in the infant/layette department. Now I am driving to the malls, sport stores and surf clothes emporiums to grudgingly purchase one or two more horribly overpriced items.
I must have blinked because just last week I was wallpapering with primary colors, hanging Mickey Mouse curtains, and buying cartoon-theme comforters on sale. Now I am putting all of the above in yard sales, peeling little kid stuff paint borders off the walls and wondering why they make bunk beds so small.
I must have blinked because just last week I was being begged to "come play with me" and now I am being begged to drop someone off and then, like disappear.
I must have blinked because I used to look forward to their bedtime so I could have some time to myself, and now it seems they look forward to my bedtime so they can have some time to themselves.
I must have blinked because just last week my mother and father seemed like middle aged people to me and now I seem like a middle aged person to me.
I must have blinked because just last week I was sitting in a tiny chair talking to a kindergarten teacher about number recognition and color words, and now I am in the guidance counselor's office fretting about permanent records and college prep courses.
I must have blinked because just last week I was asking them to take at least one bite of everything, and now I am asking the to leave a few bites for the rest of us, please.
I must have blinked because just last week the mailbox was full of birth announcement from friends, and now it's full of graduation announcements from the children of friends.
It's enough to have you blinking back the tears, all this blinking.

[THERESA]

By Erma Bombeck


If I Had My Life To Live Over





I would have talked less and listened more.


I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet

was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried

much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the
fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his
youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows been rolled up on a summer
day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted
in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about
grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television -- and more
while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my Partner in
Life.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending
the earth would go into a holding pattern
if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away
nine months of pregnancy,
I'd have cherished every moment and realized that
the wonderment growing inside me was
the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed
me impetuously, I would never have said,
"Later. Now go get washed
up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's"…
more "I'm sorry's"…
but mostly, given another shot at life,
I would seize every minute…
Look at it and really see it…
Live it…and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Don't worry about who doesn't like you,
who has more, or who's doing what.
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who DO love us.
Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with.
And what we are doing each day to promote
Ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually.
Life is too short to let it pass you by.
We only have one shot at this and then it's gone.


I hope you all have a blessed day.

[Jessii]

THIS is why.. I try to live my life with "no regrets". Sometimes it works... sometimes not. But there are not usually "do overs" and I try to remember that. Life has a way of flying by and too often we look around and say, Hey, where did it all go?

[Sulu]

I write poetry in my spare time ... this is one I wrote for my Dad.


The beauty of your heart is mine –
A gift that you have given me
Honour in the way I live
And courage in the pain I see

Childhood memories adrift
Innocent then of what I know
That as a mother I would cherish
My Dad, who shared his beauty so

Sensitive and emotional –
Traits you’ve handed down to me
Tears that flow quite easily –
That part of us that people see

Reflections of your face are in
The mirror as I gaze unseen
Reminding me each day of you
And paint the images between

I pray before your life is through
Hopes and dreams in time embrace
But today my gift is simply
Thank you for your paternal grace.

Janette.

[SeLvesTr]

I write poetry in my spare time ... this is one I wrote for my Dad.


The beauty of your heart is mine –
A gift that you have given me
Janette.Beautiful. :)

Here is one of mine.

It was six, maybe seven hours ago
That I was watching kids playing in the snow.

They looked so happy and had much fun
As they laughed, screamed jumped and run.

I wanted to join but I was too old
And besides that would have been bold.

So I remained seated and tapped my feet
While my iPod played a funky beat.

A few minutes later a lady arrived
With a little boy by her side

She stooped and gave him a hug
Then he scurried off like a little bug.

I slid down the bench to make some space
And as she came closer, I could make out her face.

She was so pretty and elegant that I started to smile
And quite possible could have been seen for miles.

"Good morning" she said as she proceeded to sit
I responded "Hi! A lovely day isn't it?"

She told me her name and I think its French
And thanked my lucky stars that I choose this bench.

A bus came to pick up the kids
And that exactly what it did.

It was just us two and the birds in the tree
Chirping away happily.

"Well" she said "I have to go"
"I'm getting cold and can't feel my toes"

She got her purse and prepared to go
And fell after two steps into the slow.

"Are you okay" as I rushed to her side
And stepped on my lace and landed on my hide.

We sat up and stared at each other and laughed it up
As the wind blew around a Dixie Cup

"I didn't know you'd fall for me so quick" I said
And she proceeded to throw a snowball at my head.

I thought she throw like a girl
But it connected and knocked me out of this world.

I pushed her over back in the snow
And it totally boost my ego.

I said to her "I'm King of the snow"
"And I'm not letting you up until you say so"

I gazed in her eyes and she into mine
And I felt like a schoolboy in the summer time.

I slowly drew closer to reach for a kiss
And she closed her eyes and pouted her lips.

The time was cold but her lips were warm
And I felt so awesome she's falling for my charm.

"Hey get a room" I heard a few feet away
And she opened her eyes and turned that way.

She put her hands around me and said "Let's give 'em a show"
And we stayed kissing and cuddling up in the snow. :kissing:

[Raven]

This one was written because this really was a dream. It started in the 70's when my ex was abusing me and lasted until I married my hubby in 2000. I knew my hubby in High School and we liked each other and never said anything to each other because we were both shy.

The Man of My Dreams

Years ago I had these dreams
He always came and said to me
I am your past but someday will be your future
Night after night he would appear
Tap me on the shoulder and take away my fear
I never could see his face
His voice was always the case
I knew if only I could meet with him
That my life would be so much richer
As the bad days went by
I would prefer to sleep
So I could go to the place
To the man without a face
Now I would rather be awake
Because the man in my dreams
I finally seen his face
I married him in church January 9, 2000
He is now my past, present and future

This one is when my son was 14 and moved in with his dad and stopped speaking to me.
A Mother's Pain

Today I sit here
Remembering your face
As tears of loss
Slip from my eyes
My heart begins to break
Will you my son ever speak to me again?
As I watched you grow, from a boy into man
My heart filled with a mother's pride
So happy to have you for my son
But I do not seem to understand
Why of me you're so ashamed?
Unconditional love I hold for you
For you my son are my life
For every day your in my heart
But I need you in my arms.
But until that day I sit here
Remembering how you used to care
My heart begins to break
Will you my son ever speak to me again?


This one is when my son returned when he was 17 and left when he was 18 and hasn't spoken to me since and he is 24 now.
A Mother's Pain Continues

First I thought my son was ashamed of me.
Then he returns to show me his love.
Was it love or was I being used.
That's why I am always wondering confused.
I did not care because I missed him so much.
Just to be around him and feel his touch.
When he hugged me and looked into my eyes.
Made my heart smile that made me want to cry.
I did what I could to show him I care.
I wanted him to know I would always be fair.
A year and half went by with no word.
I never questioned why he had to hide.
Because he seemed like he missed me.
And for that I was glad.
Then one day in May everyone got mad.
He walked out the door.
Not knowing if he will return.
Once again, I feel like I was burned.
Though I want to believe, my son will return.
I hope you know son, my love is still here.

This one is for my daughter. Though I wrote it when she was 18 and when she moved out stopped talking to me, she is now 27. I will get a txt message from her every once in awhile. Sometimes I think I was rent a mom for 18 years. :(
A Mother's Pride

From the first time
You looked into my eyes
I knew that you were special
Your smiles made me happy
Your tears made me sad
Whenever I need you
You are always by my side
That is why I am writing this
Filled with a Mother's pride
Whenever you need me
I will always be by your side
From a little girl of yesteryear
To this wonderful woman now
You will always be in my heart
Filled with a Mother's pride
You now are a woman
But, you are still my little girl
Filled with a Mother's pride

[THERESA]

We have a thread for poetry already. I am moving these posts here, THANKS for sharing!! :thanks:

[popowich]

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

[Sulu]

The Poet's Pen ...

She glances at me that certain way
And I know for me it’s hell to pay
She’ll grab me tightly with her hand
My sides she’ll squeeze and then expand

Ever so lightly she’ll touch her lips
The end of me to write her scripts
Slowly sucking up and down
I notice this brings a constant frown

I’ve always wished that I’d be more
Than just another pulled from the drawer
Something special is what I’d like
Care replacing my top at night

And as I slide along the page
I hope inspiration does engage
To make my night an early one
Not wait till creativity’s done

My chore is difficult you should know
Without me her words would never show
And I would like a little attention
For I’m what’s called the Poet’s Pen

... Janette :p

[Patriotsguy]

Friends or Nothing


I sit here waiting for the phone to ring,
When I hear your voice my heart begins to sing,
Only I can feel it burst through my chest,
It’s a feeling of excitement entangled by unrest,
We decide to hang out and do something together,
Your soul says for just a few hours,
Mine says forever,
It’s no secret you know how I feel,
This perpetual cycle spinning like a wheel,
You have told me time and again,
Nobody knows the future,
So for know we must stay friends,
But alas my dear lady,
A hopeless romantic am I,
So in the meantime,
This cloud I must ride high,
Because when the rays of your sun,
Tear through like giant spears,
It’s only me you’ll hear weeping,
With expected tears,
My frustrations are aimed at no one but me,
It’s not you who are blind,
I’m the one who can’t see,
You’re love continues only as a friend,
For I will always want more,
But will try to descend,
I’ve figured out my problem,
It was letting you in,
Now I clash with myself,
Realizing my heart can’t win,
So I keep up this cover,
And your friend I will remain,
Because even without that,
I couldn’t deal with the pain.

[Sulu]

Such heartfelt emotions ... beautifully portrayed. I loved reading this.

Janette.

[jennabenna98]

:kissing::kissing::kissing::kissing::kissing::kiss ing::kissing::kissing::kissing::kissing:
#1-ROSES ARE RED,VIOLETS ARE BLUE,I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU!

#2-ROSES ARE RED,VIOLETS ARE BLUE,NO MATTER WHAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!


POEM #1 IS FOR WEDDING PROPOSALS(MAYBE A LITTLE CHEESY TO SOME OF YOU GUYS BUT I GOT BORED).

POEM #1 IS FOR VALENTINES OR SAY IT TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE(WHEN I WROTE THIS POEM I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW MY GRANDMA,"MA" AND GRANDPA,"DA" AND MY OTHER GRANDMA, MAMA ALWAYS SAYS THIS AND HOW MY FAMILY LOVES ME)!BE


BEWARE THIS SECTION IS :offtopic: ONLY TO MOMMY AND DADDY,
OF COURSE I KNOW YOU 2 LOVE ME TO JUST TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW!!!!!!

[Sulu]

Awww, that's so sweet ... :p

[Patriotsguy]

Friends or Nothing



I sit here waiting for the phone to ring,
When I hear your voice my heart begins to sing,
Only I can feel it burst through my chest,
It’s a feeling of excitement entangled by unrest,
We decide to hang out and do something together,
Your soul says for just a few hours,
Mine says forever,
It’s no secret you know how I feel,
This perpetual cycle spinning like a wheel,
You have told me time and again,
Nobody knows the future,
So for know we must stay friends,
But alas my dear lady,
A hopeless romantic am I,
So in the meantime,
This cloud I must ride high,
Because when the rays of your sun,
Tear through like giant spears,
It’s only me you’ll hear weeping,
With expected tears,
My frustrations are aimed at no one but me,
It’s not you who are blind,
I’m the one who can’t see,
You’re love continues only as a friend,
For I will always want more,
But will try to descend,
I’ve figured out my problem,
It was letting you in,
Now I clash with myself,
Realizing my heart can’t win,
So I keep up this cover,
And your friend I will remain,
Because even without that,

I couldn’t deal with the pain.



Thank you guys. I wrote this about a girl that I had a close friendship with. I wanted more, so did she, but wasn't ready. We don't talk. That's how it goes sometimes.

[THERESA]

Thank you guys. I wrote this about a girl that I had a close friendship with. I wanted more, so did she, but wasn't ready. We don't talk. That's how it goes sometimes.

It was so good, there was no explanation needed. We knew exactly what it was all about. ;)

[Westchesterguy]

Jack & Jill went up the hill each had a buck and a quarter. Jill came down with two fifty.

[SeLvesTr]

Jack & Jill went up the hill each had a buck and a quarter. Jill came down with two fifty.

Shouldn't it rhyme?


Jack & Jill went up the hill each had a buck and a quarter.
Jill came down with two fifty while Jack was filled with laughter. :muahaha:

[SeLvesTr]

I'm the Bling Bandit...
And I'm here to say...
I love robbing banks...
In a crazy way.

So far I got one...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

I could be home...
Being a hacker...
But I'm out here trying...
To beat The Mad Hatter.

So far I got two...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

I hear The Mad Hatter...
Got quite a few...
But then he got caught
By the boys in blue.

So far I got three...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

I wear a watch...
To tell the time...
As it helps...
Pull of my crime.

So far I got four...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

These banks so far...
Weren't a hassle...
Especially the one...
In New Cassel.

So far I got five...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

With my pics everywhere...
I roll in the dark...
And avoid places like...
New Hyde Park.

So far I got six...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

I need to do more...
For my BMW...
But then I'll end up...
On A.M.W.

So far I got seven...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

I'll make a blog later...
On blingbandit.com
And you're all welcome
To read along.

I'm still at seven...
While the police got naught...
And no matter how hard they try...
I won't get caught.

Inspired by: http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/30/bling.bandit.ap/index.html

[Sulu]

Great poem Selvestr ... I enjoyed the laugh :p

[THERESA]

THE DASH (http://www.dashpoemmovie.com/)

This is beautiful. It gave me chills. :)

[Sulu]

Gave me chills too ... thanks Theresa.