I'm forgeting what I offered on poems LOL

The Kite

The kite flew all around
As long as it didn't fly down
The wind was strong
The kite tale long
The crossbars were sturdy
Yet,the whole kite was jerky
I tuged once to hard on its string
And the kite,I didn't cling
It floated miles away
And I can't find it to this day
But I had it,oh so high
As it escaped,I cried

he old man stared at me
His white hair,I could see
Then,he would look another way
To light of the suns ray
Into a dirty window glass
To the trains that would pass
Lookin back at me again
Smiling his demonic grin
I moved towards the guy
Don't even ask me why?
'Sir,is there something I can do,
Are you sick or just blue?'
The man looked out at the arrived train
Looking at the passengers in vain
'Dear son,I don't mean you harm,
Please,dont mean you harm,
I have the sweetest girl your age
Who I've not seen a while on that train'
There she was,all dressed in white
And the old man enbraced her with might
I boarded the train and paid my fare
The man and his daughter,I showed no care

The white dogwood,growing in abundance
With its red wounds for our messiahs suffering
Areso very elegant and bright for my glance
To my feelng heart,this plant would be king
If I were to place a bundle in a beauty's hand
And place a nice kiss upon her cheek
She'd place me as a very radiant man
My heart and those white dogwood she'd keep
'Why not give the girl roses?' You may ask
A thorny stem lays under it's petals
A very painful hold of spears,she'd grasp
All the leaves and sharp needles
Though,giving roses over dogwood is most known
Dogwood stands out as being different
And more hollier than the sweet red rose
For CHRIST was naied to it,to save our sins

A bug landed on my fuzzy arm
Though I twitched,it showed no harm
With the speed of my hand,I did slap
But that insect moved to my lap
I missed that little bug
And the hairs on my knees,it tugged
The tingle on my skin affected the mind
And that little bug,I wanted to grind
Over my shoulder,because I was slow,
I grabed a swatter and gave a mighty blow
I brushed it off and looked away
On the floor,that bugger laid

The Devil and I had it out on the grass
Yet,GOD was there so I kicked his*****
But the devil never gave up his clawing fight
And the Lord gave me the power of a knight
As the devil gave up,I was the champ
He left for his Hell and I was meek as a lamb

What life holds
I will not know?
As time gets darker
Yet,I'll hold my head high
And I will realize
That it all gets greater
When the chips are down
Forget this frown
As war rides over peace
I'll look for the strenth
That my heart will make
Over Lucifer,the beast
How we run our life?
Hold thy GOD up high
I'll plot my goals
For all the lost souls
If I start,I'll end my plight

By RAYMOND FRENCH

Someone was getting board LOL

The kite flew all around
As long as it didn't fly down
The wind was strong
The kite tale long
The crossbars were sturdy
Yet,the whole kite was jerky
I tuged once to hard on its string
And the kite,I didn't cling
It floated miles away
And I can't find it to this day
But I had it,oh so high
As it escaped,I cried

'Jump,jump'yelled the pilot,
'Or you shall suffer by fire
I,in a chute,was thrown like a slingshot
Through a massive rain of crossfire
After a forced tug,on my weak frame
I floated gracefully at the air,I cut
And the plane and pilot were aflame
And the rain of bullets,I could not duck
As I hit the ground,just like the plane
I limp several times yet I'm fine
My senses confused of a bleak terrain
Where,there sits a shadow on the sky
As I walked towards it,there sat a German tamk Just sitting on the desert so dead
Left by them escaping'us yanks'
To the sea these Germans fled
In pride,I started the damn thing up
I figured,who'd mind my steal?
What it was,was a German frameup
For there stood an armed German in the field
As I steered the wild piece of machinery
The German was firing his gun
I became amused at the loony's galantry
I soon had this guy on the run'
I must kill this guy'I thought
Till out he flung a grenade
This was a very surpising onslaught
In my iron coffin,ready made
Of course,I died and am glad to be in heaven
Yet,I just had to tell this tale
For our young people,who've forgotten
This bloody war I had unveiled

How did I get in this cavern
Along a winding wash?
Blanketed by the desert dust
Out of gas, hungry, and lost
With, maybe, a days supply of water
And my vehicle being my refuge
And, maybe, a few leftovers for dinner
I pray a rescue person comes soon
With this cold tonight, I'll sacrifice
Along with coyotes howling in chorus
And the infestation of hungry flies
I'll try to be courageous


By the next heated morn
I ached from my only bed
And my clothes were well-worn
And I rubbed the tension in my neck
Drinking my last drops of water
I head out for civilization
Tied a rag around my head to prevent burn
And to soak up any perspiration
Hours upon hours past, nothing
Only desert upon desert
And came across to the rockies
But all my watery eyes saw were blures
Was happy as a helicopter came
And flew this beat up body home
And I shall never forget the day
Of the walk inthe deserts, I'd roam

Running through the mountains
Tramping through the woods
I saw a rugged hunter
Drinking his secret brew
Down from the mountain
A wolf came near
And surprized the hunter
And bit him on the rear
His blood started pouring
All over the camp
And I ran from there
As fast as I can
Running through the mountains
Running through the woods
I hurried on from there
As fast as I could

See�the house on Friers Bay,
Where the children love to play?
Yet in it's beauty,roams a killer,
In the presents of your sight,a chiller.
What makes the children so brave,
And the old folks so gray?
Even after six years of quiet,
The people knew the houses plight.
One time,there was the loudest scream,
The most horrid nightmare,youd dream.
On the morn,next day,
A tortured and beaten corpse lay.
Nobody could solve the crime,
No weapons or clues,they didn't find.
To this day,since that year,
This community lives in fear.
They know screams are still heard,
But not a soul admits the murmur.

I like a good mystery
To hold me in suspence
So bloody and eerie
In any old print
I like the clues
And the game of it
So I may be amused
And to check my wit
Along with Holmes
And Agatha Christie
Through London I'd roam
Boy,I like a good mystery

Many lives have been lost
But all battles will be won at all cost
Flares in what was a blue and white sky
Now means a good man may die
All our commanders leading
And the infantry bleeding
Through the mud,we went
All covered with mud of an awful scent
Shoving our weapons into a trench
The dirty B------,we'd lench
The old tight boot,I wear on my foot,
Has gathered that mud and rock in pursuit
We all yelled,with our evil roars
'We'll kill those little hoars!'
Blood and carlage are everywhere
A smokey cloud fills the air
Growing sick and ghostly pale
I'd fight and must not fail
Scars and sweat lay on my face
The defeated rats,I'd chase
My gun on left,a grenade on right
I was ready for some more fight
The battle,however,rolled on and on
But the enemy just can't lay us down
I cry all day for the conforts of home
This dirty,bloody war is very dumb
To kill another human being
Who's gun I should be fleeing
Should I be the military deserter
Or the liscenced murderer?
I'm weary so I close my eyes
Clasping my hands to the sky
'Dear LORD,why am I here?
This evil war has brought me tear.'
If GOD be with this rugged bunch,
His battle has just begun
We'll go home to our motherland
For a homecoming marching band
Drink wine and dance with our loves
And drop our pistols and guns
by RAYMOND FRENCH

'Jump,jump'yelled the pilot,
'Or you shall suffer by fire
I,in a chute,was thrown like a slingshot
Through a massive rain of crossfire
After a forced tug,on my weak frame
I floated gracefully at the air,I cut
And the plane and pilot were aflame
And the rain of bullets,I could not duck
As I hit the ground,just like the plane
I limp several times yet I'm fine
My senses confused of a bleak terrain
Where,there sits a shadow on the sky
As I walked towards it,there sat a German tamk Just sitting on the desert so dead
Left by them escaping'us yanks'
To the sea these Germans fled
In pride,I started the damn thing up
I figured,who'd mind my steal?
What it was,was a German frameup
For there stood an armed German in the field
As I steered the wild piece of machinery
The German was firing his gun
I became amused at the loony's galantry
I soon had this guy on the run'
I must kill this guy'I thought
Till out he flung a grenade
This was a very surpising onslaught
In my iron coffin,ready made
Of course,I died and am glad to be in heaven
Yet,I just had to tell this tale
For our young people,who've forgotten
This bloody war I had unveiled
By RAYMOND FRENCH

Where have ya been Aragon?

Loved the poem, didn't see how teacher got in there LOL

I saw that poem before but it's still good

As I sit reading Science Fiction
through time,fantasy and space.
I would like to mention
something of the human race:
Our Lord GOD has forgotten us
and we survive alone
and contaminated by radiation dust
we loose our loved ones and homes.
People are savagely eating their kind
to feed thyselves,for food is gone.
For abodes is hard to find.
Away from another race,we run.
They are the beings of space.
and they have landed upon the Earth.
They chase and kill the human race
for it's own generations birth.
With the crumbled streets,
they sail the ruins of a dead city
and the worlds in mammoth defeat
as they march in quantity...
As I shut this horrid book
and growing into fear,
I get a terrified look
'Could This Happen Here?'

By RAYMOND FRENCH   

See the house on Friers Bay,
Where the children love to play?
Yet in it's beauty,roams a killer,
In the presents of your sight,a chiller.
What makes the children so brave,
And the old folks so gray?
Even after six years of quiet,
The people knew the houses plight.
One time,there was the loudest scream,
The most horrid nightmare,youd dream.
On the morn,next day,
A tortured and beaten corpse lay.
Nobody could solve the crime,
No weapons or clues,they didn't find.
To this day,since that year,
This community lives in fear.
They know screams are still heard,
But not a soul admits the murmur.

By RAYMOND FRENCH

Stardust..which poem you two talking about?

I'll remember that one Dragon, Thanx

Have you ladies heard of starlitecafe.com. It's a good poetry site for all us amateurs LOL

I have even sent her poetry by famous writers LOL

How do you explain to your wife that poetry does NOT have to ryme LOL

The white dogwood,growing in abundance
With its red wounds for our messiahs suffering
Are so very elegant and bright for my glance
To my feelng heart,this plant would be king
If I were to place a bundle in a beauty's hand
And place a nice kiss upon her cheek
She'd place me as a very radiant man
My heart and those white dogwood she'd keep
'Why not give the girl roses?' You may ask
A thorny stem lays under it's petals
A very painful hold of spears,she'd grasp
All the leaves and sharp needles
Though,giving roses over dogwood is most known
Dogwood stands out as being different
And more hollier than the sweet red rose
For CHRIST was naied to it,to save our sins
By RAYMOND FRENCH

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Decietful,litle people
Who's hell is their steeple
Who's minds are burning
Perverteness they cling
Killing and stealing
And all satans doing
Cry for God,won't help you now
Hot ashes you'll plow
Doing the deeds of satan
And your boney frames are naked using you, for his evil purposeFor freedom and dignity he'll crush
In the firey hell,you'll burn
If there's a next time you'll learn

By RAYMOND FRENCH

I boarded a bus on a whim,Traveling three thousand mile to meet him.Nothing to call my own,I left behind my family and home.. Two ragged suitcases as I decended the stairs,Fifty cents is all I had left,Otherwise my pockets would've been bare.I traveled far,seen many places,horded my cash tried to fill in the spaces. Never had I been so far from home,All these strange face of people unknown.Looking around as I exit that bus,Looking for this man I had grown to trust.Afraid I wasn't!! no time for that.I had made my choice didn't want to turn back.I knew he would show but if he didn't, I had two ragged suitcases and my fifty cents.Then out of the crowd this tall man did walk,He came up to me ,he began to talk.A smile crossed his face as he took my hand.I knew then he was the kindest man.My desicion to come was well worth the distance.He asked me this question as he carried my two suitcases,ragged and bent...What would you have done if I hadn't shown? I just smiled for this I had known,I had two ragged suitcases and fifty cents..With them I would go, someplace and start fresh,Here I would stay to do my best...I still have my two suitcases batter and worn,The fifty cents I had I have no more.I have no regrets as the days speed by,Together forever just him and I..The tall kind man he stayed the same.We fell in love.With him I will always remained....
By cutiejudy  

http://www.thestarlitecafe.com

 
In the end we return to our earth.
The very same earth from which we were born.
And it will take us in death like it brought us at birth.
It happens to one, to all, yet the majority mourns.
For what purpose mourns the majority?
Life is merely a blink of an eye to Time.
Indeed people die. Indeed it's a pity,
But for what purpose mourn on your behalf or mine?
Seldom do I worry, and seldom do I care
Whether or not I live to see tomorrow.
It may be a beautiful day, sunny and fair,
Or, more likely, a dark day of malice and horror.
Impossible to tell or know the future,
Yet believe you me I see dismay.
A pitiful world corrupted by the money creature,
In which life is guided by the dollar of hate.
Give up now, and sell it your soul.
It's no use fighting when your team has thrown in the towel.
The money creature razed and burned your hope-houses
And left in their place this darkness so foul.

By yousolastsummr
(Just a sampling of the starlitecafe.com)

Running through the mountains
Tramping through the woods
I saw a rugged hunter
Drinking his secret brew
Down from the mountain
A wolf came near
And surprized the hunter
And bit him on the rear
His blood started pouring
All over the camp
And I ran from there
As fast as I can
Running through the mountains
Running through the woods
I hurried on from there
As fast as I could

RAYMOND FRENCH

Thanx for your complements. I really mean it, check our starlite cafe.com ( I think?) it has alot of poets and you can submit your own there too

Cold chills of the night
Of a muggy,dreary sight
A scarecrow in a sheet
From the stairs it leaped
Glow from the eyes
From a dead mans mind
From soul of a corpse
Came a howl and roar
I was dreaming
As it was singing
I accepted the fact,
So befudled,I sat
Making the image vanish
became the disadvantage

RAYMOND FRENCH at Starlitecafe.com

That's me LOL

As I sit reading Science Fiction
through time,fantasy and space.
I would like to mention
something of the human race:
Our Lord GOD has forgotten us
and we survive alone
and contaminated by radiation dust
we loose our loved ones and homes.
People are savagely eating their kind
to feed thyselves,for food is gone.
For abodes is hard to find.
Away from another race,we run.
They are the beings of space.
and they have landed upon the Earth.
They chase and kill the human race
for it's own generations birth.
With the crumbled streets,
they sail the ruins of a dead city
and the worlds in mammoth defeat
as they march in quantity...
As I shut this horrid book
and growing into fear,
I get a terrified look
'Could This Happen Here?'

RAYMOND FRENCH

See the house on Friers Bay,
Where the children love to play?
Yet in it's beauty,roams a killer,
In the presents of your sight,a chiller.
What makes the children so brave,
And the old folks so gray?
Even after six years of quiet,
The people knew the houses plight.
One time,there was the loudest scream,
The most horrid nightmare,youd dream.
On the morn,next day,
A tortured and beaten corpse lay.
Nobody could solve the crime,
No weapons or clues,they didn't find.
To this day,since that year,
This community lives in fear.
They know screams are still heard,
But not a soul admits the murmur.

RAYMOND FRENCH