[Kizzy]

Another brilliant poem ammi, just lovely

[King Gizzard]

thanks kizzy

[GypsyGoth]

Cats
Cats on rats
Cats on hats
Cats on bats
Cats.

[Ammi]

..I didn't intend to post this..but now it seems appropriate as it will probably be the last time I post in this thread.....

To Benjamin...with love

With each footstep left behind a greater one is taken
And all the souls laid in theirs beds will never be forsaken
Laughter shared and memories stirred will never wander far
They’ll dance to your direction and ignite your northern star

Some paths are rough and cobbled and you may loose your stride
But the beckoning roads are smooth and your dreams will help you glide
Over waters and through mountains, your rhythm won’t miss a beat
You will know that you’ve arrived when you stand upon your street

Take a pause along the way and keep the treasures that you find
A journey rushed too quickly is a journey which is blind
Discover connections everywhere and tie them to your heart
Branches of your journey will bind them tightly when you part

Let dreams become your compass, turning pages of desire
Giving answers to all questions, leaving nothing to require
With each wondrous chapter allow your footprints to unfold
Don’t lay the suitcase down until the final stone has rolled

When the road to nowhere leads you to your journeys end
Your body may be weary but your spirit will transcend
And when you look into those eyes and gaze at what you see
You’ll know your road has led you to where you’re meant to be

[Suze]

Oh Ammi, Ammi, Ammi,
That poem is pure honey.
When it comes to words, to prose,
Your always on the money

So please don't be a stranger
to this delightful thread on here
Your poems draw me to this thread
so full of love and cheer

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by Suze

Oh Ammi, Ammi, Ammi,
That poem is pure honey.
When it comes to words, to prose,
Your always on the money

So please don't be a stranger
to this delightful thread on here
Your poems draw me to this thread
so full of love and cheer

..LOL thank you I like that poem Suze

..I'll try to think of one for you

[Benjamin]

Originally Posted by Ammi

..I didn't intend to post this..but now it seems appropriate as it will probably be the last time I post in this thread.....

To Benjamin...with love

With each footstep left behind a greater one is taken
And all the souls laid in theirs beds will never be forsaken
Laughter shared and memories stirred will never wander far
They’ll dance to your direction and ignite your northern star

Some paths are rough and cobbled and you may loose your stride
But the beckoning roads are smooth and your dreams will help you glide
Over waters and through mountains, your rhythm won’t miss a beat
You will know that you’ve arrived when you stand upon your street

Take a pause along the way and keep the treasures that you find
A journey rushed too quickly is a journey which is blind
Discover connections everywhere and tie them to your heart
Branches of your journey will bind them tightly when you part

Let dreams become your compass, turning pages of desire
Giving answers to all questions, leaving nothing to require
With each wondrous chapter allow your footprints to unfold
Don’t lay the suitcase down until the final stone has rolled

When the road to nowhere leads you to your journeys end
Your body may be weary but your spirit will transcend
And when you look into those eyes and gaze at what you see
You’ll know your road has led you to where you’re meant to be

I will respond to your email today, sorry about the delay.

[Me. I Am Salman]

Originally Posted by GypsyGoth

Cats
Cats on rats
Cats on hats
Cats on bats
Cats.

[Kizzy]

I wrote a poem on here last night...can't find it now twas pure gold haha

[InOne]

Our Vicky

Let us all show a bit of respect for Our Vicky
She’s about to show that winning isn’t so tricky
Was there ever such a lady so lovely or bold?
Who would work her lovely legs just to hand us that gold

Such amazing grace in which she pushes her pedal
Just won’t fail to bring home that glorious gold medal
Have that victory dance ready at 4pm meantime
We can bask in her beauty and all cheer her sublime

This green eyed beauty has captured glory in Beijing
As stunning as Hepburn, inspiring as Luther King
As fearless as Boudicca and bold as Godiva
Leaves startled white faces on every other rider

A lion heart golden girl, our own lady of steel
Victorious Vicky the warrior of the wheel
Valiant athletes competing could never prevent
Our own Vicky from winning her Olympic event

By Ammi. Victoria Pendleton's number one fan.

[Jayson]

There once was a woman named Fred,
What a stupid name for a woman.

[GypsyGoth]

This poem is called Religion.


I slapped Jesus in his stupid face
and when he turned to cry
I kicked his bum.

[Jayson]

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed


-Kumar Patel

[Livia]

For Rememberance Day 2012

Mesopotamia
Rudyard Kipling 1917

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shell we leave it unabated in its place?

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by Livia

For Rememberance Day 2012

Mesopotamia
Rudyard Kipling 1917

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shell we leave it unabated in its place?

..one of my favourites


The Unknown Soldier

A few questions I have pondered
If you have the time to spare
We can muse on them together
If lost secrets you will share

May I ask if you were eager?
Or reluctance did you show
Too afraid to look behind you
Or with yearning did you go?

Did you leave a weeping mother?
Heartbroken in her sorrow
Or a promise from a sweetheart
Of her love for each tomorrow

Were your dreams full of achievements?
Of the riches to be made
Or downtrodden with misfortunes
Left discouraged and dismayed

Did you keep on looking forward?
Marching proud towards your grave
Or turn back to all who loved you
And their melancholy wave

Was your heart filled with foreboding?
As the gunshot roared around
Were your mother’s arms around you?
As your body met with ground

With names crouched beneath the trenches
From the enemy concealed
Lost within the bloody battle
They shall never be revealed

As you rest below the shadows
With those who knew your story
We’ll illuminate your darkness
And celebrate your glory

[King Gizzard]

my emotions know no bounds

[Benjamin]

emo

[Ammi]

emu....

[Benjamin]

Connoisseur Of Clouds

As one life begins its path one journey comes to an end,
too abrupt and sudden for moments passing,
the candles barely have time to flicker.
From boy, to musician and now connoisseur of clouds,
the water wept comes from saddened smiles,
of those memories that are summoned at this time.
Some say too soon, others know it was the moment,
all agree that the heart will miss so deeply
as they were touched by the harmony scattered on our paths.

[Ammi]

When the sun is at its brightest but outside the skies are grey
When the words have choked inside you for there’s nothing left to say
When fear is armed and at the front line preparing to advance
When your chosen song is playing but your feet refuse to dance

When the orchestra is playing but comes crushing through your ears
When the world around is waltzing but you’re crippled in your fear
When life’s beggar stretches out his hand, there’s nothing left to give
When death grows more intriguing than the prison where you live

When you’re looking for tomorrow but it’s nowhere to be found
When you’re stuck within this moment and your arms and legs are bound
When you bathe in pools of tears and they incinerate your skin
When this game of life you’re playing is the one you’ll never win

When you’re seeking words of promise in the solace of the song
but the symphony won’t reach you on the tower you sit upon
When the prisoner inside you pleads for mercy to be shown
but the pleadings are unheeded as his flesh falls from the bone

When the wilderness consumes you and you lay your head to rest
And you sink into the wasteland as you terminate your quest
When the hostess of depression hands an invite to her lair
And your helpless desolation makes her certain to ensnare

[Benjamin]

Ariel just reminded me of the tribal poem. Figured I should post it in here.

Lanakila

We are the warriors of the tribe that will take you down,
like sharks in the ocean we will rule the waters;
like the eagle in the air we will own the skies.
Like the snakes on the land we will belong to the earth
and like the dragons of our ancestors we will breathe with fire,
We fight our victory to the island, we are Lanakila.

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by Ben

Ariel just reminded me of the tribal poem. Figured I should post it in here.

Lanakila

We are the warriors of the tribe that will take you down,
like sharks in the ocean we will rule the waters;
like the eagle in the air we will own the skies.
Like the snakes on the land we will belong to the earth
and like the dragons of our ancestors we will breathe with fire,
We fight our victory to the island, we are Lanakila.

...

[Apple202]

we love poetry too

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vote apple.

[mizzy25]

me and friend wrote this about 15 years ago when we worked together in a daytime restaurant called deli france we called it a rap but it like a poem. its about the food and the staff and has only recently been found we thought we,d lost it.

the delifrance staff rap

come on in, walk this way,
smoking upstairs, dont delay.
Weve no scones or teacakes too,
but if you want a baguette were the people for you.
We can serve you coffee, we can serve you tea, grand cappacinos alright by me.
Pepperoni pizzas nice and hot, baked on the premises hit the spot.
Have a hot chocolate, cream and flake, treat yourself and have a cake.
Weve peach tarts, strawberry too, cinnamon whirls too good to be true.
Soup and a roll nice and tasty, if you dont want that try a spinach pastry.
Our baker Denise aims to please, if you like her food then give her a squeeze.
Anna, a boss nice and mummsy, she loves Nick even thought hes clumsy.
Traceys obssessed with getting thinner we cant persuade her to eat any dinner.
Carole she giggles all dy long, with her smile you cant go wrong.
Julie,s the actress, lovely soul, she,s @ home in any role.
Trish she wears a nice bright cardie she makes us laugh like Laurel and Hardy.
Rachel is a nice young lass, she will serve you through till last.
Little Lisa nice and polite, then theres kevin gives us a fright, he says hes the best worker in the place? Maybe he means in outer space!
Louise is extra fast, order from her and its there in a blast.
Weve got Holly, shes just so jolly thats shes off her trolley.
Adele is little and very sweet, unless shes stressed now theres a treat.
Then theres Kate and Emma too, theyre happy to serve you through and through.
Look to the East, look to the West, by anyones standards Delifrance is the best!

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by mizzy25

me and friend wrote this about 15 years ago when we worked together in a daytime restaurant called deli france we called it a rap but it like a poem. its about the food and the staff and has only recently been found we thought we,d lost it.

the delifrance staff rap

come on in, walk this way,
smoking upstairs, dont delay.
Weve no scones or teacakes too,
but if you want a baguette were the people for you.
We can serve you coffee, we can serve you tea, grand cappacinos alright by me.
Pepperoni pizzas nice and hot, baked on the premises hit the spot.
Have a hot chocolate, cream and flake, treat yourself and have a cake.
Weve peach tarts, strawberry too, cinnamon whirls too good to be true.
Soup and a roll nice and tasty, if you dont want that try a spinach pastry.
Our baker Denise aims to please, if you like her food then give her a squeeze.
Anna, a boss nice and mummsy, she loves Nick even thought hes clumsy.
Traceys obssessed with getting thinner we cant persuade her to eat any dinner.
Carole she giggles all dy long, with her smile you cant go wrong.
Julie,s the actress, lovely soul, she,s @ home in any role.
Trish she wears a nice bright cardie she makes us laugh like Laurel and Hardy.
Rachel is a nice young lass, she will serve you through till last.
Little Lisa nice and polite, then theres kevin gives us a fright, he says hes the best worker in the place? Maybe he means in outer space!
Louise is extra fast, order from her and its there in a blast.
Weve got Holly, shes just so jolly thats shes off her trolley.
Adele is little and very sweet, unless shes stressed now theres a treat.
Then theres Kate and Emma too, theyre happy to serve you through and through.
Look to the East, look to the West, by anyones standards Delifrance is the best!

........I love that Mizzy..I was trying to kind of get the rhythm of the rap in my head..did you ever perform it for the customers..?..I've got to do a rap for Red Nose Day infront of millions of children..it's not too bad though because children are kind of easy to enertain and think most things are funny....your work colleagues at Deli France all sound like a great bunch of people...it must have been good times...