My TiBB Habit - Poem by Tozzie
 

Hope you like my poem about TiBB, I've tried to put some humour into it.

The Habit

TiBB is like a habit
It’s a terrible affliction
I can’t help myself
I’ve developed an addiction

I switch on my computer
When I rise out of my pit
Then I’ll log onto TiBB
Tell myself ‘just for a bit’

After signing onto TiBB
I notice a brand new thread
Someone must have made it
Whilst I was sleeping in my bed

As I look down the threads
I seen an argument brewing
Some are trying to keep their calm
Whilst others are positively spewing

The threads can get quite heated
I see people falling out
As I read what they’ve said
I can almost hear them shout

I always think opinions are best
discussed with nice composure
I wish people wouldn’t get so mad
It’s really only a gameshow

I like to read the comments
About my favourite housemate
Some agree, say nice things
While some are filled with hate

I’ve finally come to realise
I really am obsessed
This thing that they call TiBB
It’s gotten me possessed!

I logged on for ‘a bit’
How come that I’m still here?
I really must log off now
It’s time to grab a beer!

So my fellow TiBBers
For now I’ll say cheerio
I’ve sat on TiBB long enough
Its really time to go

Before I leave I’d like to say
I’m glad I joined this forum
Whilst some may agree with what I say
Some may think its dumb!

Hahaha! That was brilliant, Tozzie! I can relate :p

Zee's 'perfect pet' thread got me thinking about the dogs in my life.

Carrot Pilausson is my current companion, but he wasn't my first bearded collie. My first was a dog called Pilau, and he was the first dog I had as an independent adult (as opposed to the family pets I grew up with). I'd had about 8 years where dogs weren't really an option, then my partner (ex) and I decided we were in a position to get a puppy. My mum had recently lost her seven month old pup to a tragic accident, so she also got a puppy from the same litter. Two boys, one brown one blue, brothers and best friends to the end.

Ahhh, but he was one in a million, my Pilau. He died at the end of 2011, and this is his poem:

To Pilau

It was an overcast day in Hull, when we first met.
Chocolate-box cute puppy you were.
There was never a choice to be made.
You fell asleep in my arms,
as the other pups played, and that was that.
You were ours now.

Then in such a short time,
we stepped onto the worry-go-round.
Emergency call-out vets,
And worried waiting rooms.
If someone had told me then,
That you’d be my best friend, til I was 40,
Or thereabouts,
I’d have had my doubts.
I’d have thought them mad.
But you made it to 13 years, my bonny lad.

And they were the best years.
The bird-chasing, carpet digging years.
The valley running, river splashing years.
They were the fun years , I think you’d agree.
You seemed to be having a nice time.
There was good food, and cuddles and playtime,
Surrounded by people who adored you,
And a brother who lived so near you,
You were never really apart. Even as old men,
with your raincoats, quiet nights and slow walks.

And now you’re gone, and I’m bereft,
My house is empty of your breath,
But I still think it is your home.
And your brother Dante grieves,
The way dogs do these things,
And wonders where you are,
When I drop by alone.

Somewhere between the sleeping pup
And the dog who’d had enough,
You carved yourself into my bones, became a part of me.
And I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,
Hard to draw a line in such deep sand.

Sitting here as I write these words,
Two weeks have passed
since you locked your eyes on mine,
As I called time.
And all your people miss you,
The pack continues with you
In our minds.

So now, from me
Goodnight. My little wolf, rest well.
You earned it babe, you did us proud,
And I’m so glad I had the chance
to know you.
There’s always one, I’ve heard,
Some dog owners say.
Although you love them all as deep.
There’s always one whose eyes you keep, who never goes away.
Goodnight my little wolf,
I know you’ll stay.

glad you enjoyed it DanaC, my aim was to raise a smile or two. xxx

oh thats brought tears to my eyes, I can feel the love for little wolf in your words, beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Wonderful words xxx

Seems we have yet another thing in common, our love for dogs. Here is a poem I wrote when I first brought Kodi home. Kodi is a Bichon Frise and such a delightful little creature.

Take Me Home

Which pup shall I take, now let me see
But I didn’t choose him, he chose me
I like this lady he seemed to say
Please take me home with you today

Those puppy dog eyes were hard to resist
So I gave my husbands arm a twist
But then again he had to agree
He was the cutest pup you ever did see

So now we had a new arrival
The puppy stage really was tough survival
His screams at night were hard to bear
Sleep at night at first was rare

He sometimes pooped and pickled on the floor
Things left around were ripped and tore
Our love for this pup has never failed
Our patience finally has now prevailed

He brings such joy with his comical ways
His intelligence never ceases to amaze
Our lives are now much more enriched
Since that day the pup had us bewitched

I thank you Kodi for chosing me
You’re the loveliest dog there could ever be
I love my dog he’s my best friend
And he’ll be with me until the end

and whilst we are on the doggy subject here is another poem I wrote for my American friend who was devastated after losing her Irish Wolfhound Caeser

Dearest Mom please dry your eyes
I’m free from pain up here in the skies
My time on earth has come to an end
But you’ll always be my bestest friend

I had such a wonderful life with you
Our love for each other was oh so true
Doggy Heaven called and needs me here
But I can see you, I’m always near

We had such fun, spending time together
Went out for walks in all sorts of weather
Focus on the good times that we had
Then you won’t be feeling quite so sad

Take the memories, put a smile on your face
Then know I am happy, here in this place
Just remember now, I feel no pain
When the time is right you’ll see me again

Oh I like both of those.

The one about being chosen by Kodi made me smile.

There was no choice involved with Carrot, because I was going over there specifically for the one brown boy in the litter. He could have been an absolute sod and I'd still have taken him ;p But, with Pilau, he absolutely chose me. He fell asleep whilst I was holding him and started making dream noises. Clearly very comfy and content.

The poem you write for your friend was lovely. Reminded me a little of one that gets posted a lot in the doggy sites when someone has lost their dog. Always makes me cry. I think because it's the dog talking to you it totally chokes me up.

I wrote this one a few months ago. It's a springtime ditty.

Springtime for the Bears

Hey, Little Bear,
Where d’ya think you’re going,
Dressed all fine,
On this beautiful spring morning?
Do you even know?
Do you even care?
The only thing that matters is
It’s spring time for the bears.

The sun is shining,
Your bowtie’s spinning,
Birds are wheeling high above you
In the hot blue sky.
Give it up.
Raise a paw.
You know you wouldn’t
Be here if it
Wasn’t for the thaw.


Hey little bear
Where d’ya think you’re going
All bright eyed
On this beautiful spring morning?
How you going to get there?
Do you even know?
The only thing that matters is
there’s no more snow

The air is warming,
The trees are teeming,
Lady bears are waiting for you,
with flowers in their hair,
Give it up.
Raise a paw.
You know they wouldn’t
be there if
it wasn’t for the thaw.

Hey, Little Bear,
Where d’ya think you’re going,
Dressed all fine,
On this beautiful spring morning?
Do you even know?
Do you even care?
The only thing that matters is
It’s spring time for the bears.

..I know I've posted this before but as it's coming up to the anniversary of my dad's death..well, hey ho..although his body couldn't survive I know he's here in everything I do and everything I am and always guides me....

A day the birds rejected song
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space

Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
how could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?

To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know your battle had been won
although you lost the fight

They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me

The birds have chorused once again
Sweet messengers of song
they bear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

That's beautiful :-)

beautiful poem, brought a tear to my eye. I hope you are ok Ammi, keep strong love xxxx

Beautiful Ammi....thinking of you :love:

I wrote this poem when all those children and teachers died in Connecticut, the world was so shocked and upset.

26 Heavenly Souls

Its comforting to know
That Jesus is beside
Those twenty little girls and boys
And the 6 grown ups that died

They went about their normal day
And trotted off to school
They never could have known
Someone was planning an act so cruel

Poor babies must have heard the shots
Had utter fear upon their face
Scared and fleeing for their life
Whilst horror was taking place

They really didn’t stand a chance
Against bullets from that gun
Looking around in desperation
There was nowhere they could run

Why this tragedy has occurred
There is no comprehension
Surely this didn’t happen
Just to gain attention

Was it sickness in his mind
That caused this evil act
Or could it have been the devils work
Did he make a pact?

I guess that’s something we’ll never know
What made him act this way
What went through his sickly mind
On that fateful day

The victims of this tragedy
Are now in Heaven above
The Lord has now embraced them
With divine and holy love

The comfort that I take from this
Is knowing there’s no more fear
They’re safe and sound away from harm
With other angels near

That's really nice! So heart touching, it brought a tear to my eye.

@Ammi: what a beautiful and moving poem.

@ Tozzie: that was lovely.

As we stole their golden years
And killed them softly with our song
We bridged their troubled waters
While gently riding that white swan

There were tears shed by a clown
While all the world was taught to sing
And the horse without a name
Became our puppet on a string

We were lifted by their love
And rode upon the tracks of tears
In a blissful purple haze
Where smoke on water never clears

We heard it through the grapevine
From the son of a preacher man
And unchained the melody
From Captain Jack and Barbara Ann

We watched the bad moon rising
And dreamt of riders on the storm
We danced with Ziggy Stardust
When we grew tired of being alone

We were blinded by the light
Over the hills and far away
Tripping out with police and thieves
And born to run with Maggie May

We rode the loco motion
To reach the spirit in the sky
Climbed stairways up to heaven
But we never can say goodbye

BRILLIANT! I love that, I was singing to all the songs LOL Well done! x

This poem is called I met the Dalai Lama on the road to Lhasa last winter in Tibet, he seemed sad

I met the Dalai Lama
I slapped his belly
He giggled like a baby

Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

Sirens

Although you search you’ll never see
The darkness deep inside of me
Kept hidden well, within its shell,
No tongue upon this earth will tell

Dark bleeding oceans flowed through you
With gurgling hues from red to blue
The tide will take each soul in turn
And on their ebb is no return

On lips which stroke your salty breath
Red painted kiss with shades of death
Deplete your force within their tides
And bed you down with ghostly brides

As glistening sirens call your name
Go lay with them and take your shame
Your soul is lost upon these shores
Concealed in lies within vain *****s

Their lashing palms will flog your pain
Each drop of blood a crimson stain
On ravaged skin and ruptured bones
Contemptuous of your pleading groans

Renounce your lies with pungent breath
Then sink you down into their depths
All vanished in their cruel embrace
As fatal lips caress your face

Upon the spume ride men o war
Their battle cries a deafening roar
As sirens bind you in your grave
The thrashing waves your soul enslaved

Wow, Ammi, that was great.

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

Jesus! :laugh2:

Also, I never read this thread, Ammi did you write that yourself?

..yeah...and I read Jesus' poem but am totally speechless to post atm...