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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
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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. |
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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' |
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Beautiful Ammi....thinking of you :love:
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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 |
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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 |
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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.
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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? |
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