Solomon1 Posted February 1, 2010 Author Share Posted February 1, 2010 what a lovely little poem! - so simple and so true Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 What the hell does this pain and fear mean? You claim there’s a plan, yet refuse to be seen. Are you really so gutless, and afraid to explain, whilst your spokesmen sit by, counting the riches they gain. If you are truly the father, Is this what you call love? To sit idly by, in your castle above. Whilst down here on earth, your children are crying. Hells hounds are here, and your flock is a dying. What kind of father, sits back in such silence, Whilst his angry young offspring, show naught but defiance. As a father I try, to raise my son right. To love all your creatures, and never to fight. As a son I must wonder, is any of this real. What kind of messed up father, allows this pain that we feel? Young children are dying, and some think they should. How long before you show them, that this world can be good? You don’t seem to hear us, you don’t show you care. Whilst millions lay dying, you ignore their despair. Still your clergy sit by, and argue who’s just, all the while they keep guiltlessly, caving to lust. What kind of god, could claim to have cried, when killing his son, saying for us that he died? Your preachers would have us, believe bull**** stories. Yet all the time scheming, whilst praising your glories. Encouraging violence, in defence of your name, yet all these religions, seem to be teaching the same. They all claim to be righteous, they claim to be real, yet from our existence, it’s our hope that they steal. So show yourself coward, If you truly exist, come set this all right, Tell us the truth that we missed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountains yields. There we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses With a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. Christopher Marlowe The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love. Sir Walter Ralegh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted February 2, 2010 Share Posted February 2, 2010 A beautiful poem Robbo. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Solomon1 Posted February 4, 2010 Author Share Posted February 4, 2010 A Poem For Those Over 30 A computer was something on TV From a science fiction show of note A window was something you hated to clean And ram was the cousin of a goat. Meg was the name of my girlfriend And gig was a job for the nights Now they all mean different things And that really mega bites. An application was for employment A program was a TV show A curser used profanity A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age A CD was a bank account And if you had a 3 inch floppy You hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage Not something you did to a file. And if you unzipped anything in public You'd be in jail for awhile. Log on was adding wood to the fire Hard drive was a long trip on the road A mouse pad was where a mouse lived And a back up happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife. Paste you did with glue A web was a spider's home And a virus was the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper And the memory in my head I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead. Anon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hazel Posted February 5, 2010 Share Posted February 5, 2010 This poem I used to read to my children from the Mother Goose book of Rhymes and it sort of stayed in my memory Little Jenny Wren fell sick, Upon a time; In came Robin Redbreast And brought her cake and wine. "Eat well of my cake, Jenny, Drink well of my wine." "Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine." Jenny she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit. Robin being angry, Hopped upon a twig, Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you! Bold-faced jig!" from Nursery Rhyme Songs hazel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Solomon1 Posted February 8, 2010 Author Share Posted February 8, 2010 Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you! Bold-faced jig!" what a poem for a child haha! and i remember this last line so well - not thought of it in YEARS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted February 8, 2010 Share Posted February 8, 2010 I love this quiet thread. Hi Sol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Solomon1 Posted February 8, 2010 Author Share Posted February 8, 2010 Don't Worry Be Happy Here is a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy In every life we have some trouble When you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Ain't got no place to lay your head Somebody came and took your bed Don't worry, be happy The land lord say your rent is late He may have to litigate Don't worry, be happy Look at me I am happy Don't worry, be happy Here I give you my phone number When you worry call me I make you happy Don't worry, be happy Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style Ain't got not girl to make you smile But don't worry be happy Cause when you worry Your face will frown And that will bring everybody down So don't worry, be happy (now) ..... There is this little song I wrote I hope you learn it note for note Like good little children Don't worry, be happy Listen to what I say In your life expect some trouble But when you worry You make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Don't worry don't do it, be happy Put a smile on your face Don't bring everybody down like this Don't worry, it will soon past Whatever it is Don't worry, be happy Emri Arlene Trainor Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Solomon1 Posted February 8, 2010 Author Share Posted February 8, 2010 I love this quiet thread. Hi Sol pats! how u doin chicken? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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