hearlon Posted October 27, 2008 Share Posted October 27, 2008 Each breath heaves hard as men at oar My body weaker than before My sons stare impotently at the door Inevitable death Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hearlon Posted October 27, 2008 Share Posted October 27, 2008 When broken heart means time well earned And balding head means ignorance spurned And pot belly means lesson learned Lucky am I Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hearlon Posted October 27, 2008 Share Posted October 27, 2008 The ring slips on the married hand And all my friends around me stand I'm taken forth in the gold band Sweet union Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coyleys Posted November 2, 2008 Author Share Posted November 2, 2008 Great stuff Hearlon. Give me a couple of days and I will incorporate them into the main. Nice One. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Blanco Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 my effort Coyleys... A love presents that offers hope Eschew the world, escape, elope But such love can dissolve like soap A wound beyond repair Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coyleys Posted November 3, 2008 Author Share Posted November 3, 2008 Nice one Ron. I'll get on with it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 If I meet this feckless God. Could I be the first to prod, His mouth with a retinal rod, Then place before a firing squad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted November 25, 2008 Share Posted November 25, 2008 Thanks coyleys. I wasnt sure if mine was any good. possible retiremnt verse? A comfy chair to rest my bones. Want a clean bill of health and a warm home. My children now have kids of their own. The joyous circle of life. A comfy chair, rest my bones, Assured of health, warm home, Children now, have bred their own, If need of me, the telephone. Enjoyed your poem, bags of meat on the bone. MayI indulge?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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