BrainKing - Discussion boards (Poetry)

Subject: Re: One to inspire and two to follow through

playBunny: Dark, maybe, but brilliant!

1. September 2006, 06:53:25

playBunny

Subject: One to inspire and two to follow through

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard, not like his mother'd make.

I didn't perk the coffee right. He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him... Like his MOMMA used to do.

~ Author Unknown. This has been sent around the Internet a few times, apparently. The next two sets are mine and get somewhat darker.

He said I talked to him too much. He didn't care to listen.
He'd tell me off and then walk out once he'd made my eyes glisten.

He never bought me presents 'cos he hated spending money.
He wanted laughter at his jokes though none were very funny.

He didn't want to grow up, he was really still a boy.
He wanted me to be his mum, his plaything, some dumb toy.

I wondered what to do about it, then Ahah! I knew.
I locked him in the cellar... Like his MOMMA used to do.

He'd take my earnings from my purse and say he'd pay it back.
He never did, so I grew poor. He suffered no such lack.

He'd go out of an evening, come back later, rolling drunk.
He thought it funny, in the bath, to give my head a dunk.

He told me what to do and, if I didn't, he would hit!
I walked all stiff from bruises but he didn't give a **it.

With brooding scowls and angry words, he seemed to hate us all.
He'd shout at me and at the kids. He'd make the children bawl.

I grew unhappy, so fed up, deep hatred I now knew,
One day he came home - "That's my gun!"... like POPPA once did too.

19. July 2006, 15:18:13

An Cat Dubh

Subject: I suppose...

Haiku is too sophisticated for you... Otherwise you would have said something...

18. July 2006, 15:50:42

Subject: Re: Searching for a Poem

Radiant Aunt: Dear Radiant Aunt,
For the last couple of days I've been trying to open the link you've sent so kindly, but in vain. Everytime I click the link, my computer hangs. Would it be possible to extend your kindness and mail the poem (text) to me? I'm dying of curiosity!

16. July 2006, 22:34:46

An Cat Dubh

Subject: Haikus

Does anyone write any? I write millions of them! Here is an example:

たいとした　素晴しいこと　夢を見る (Transliteration: taito shita / subarashii koto / yume wo miru; English: I saw a dragon in it's flight / It is a wonderful thing / To dream)

*Note: I couldn't type the original character for it. It is not supported by Unicode, or at least by my computer.

Another example:

あの人と　もう合わないな…　あら？光？ (Transliteration: ano hito to / mou awanai na... / ara? hikari?; English: With that person / I will never meet again... / Eh? Light?)

16. July 2006, 03:26:38

Subject: Re: Searching for a Poem

Haridaspal: Is it this poem perhaps? See link:

http://www.lovethissite.com/olddays/

Be blessed,
Radiant Aunt

15. July 2006, 10:51:05

Subject: Re: Searching for a Poem

Templar: I read it as a poem in 1983 or so in our alumni mag. For the last 15 years or so I'm looking for it. I'd be most grateful if you can unearth it.

14. July 2006, 12:12:07

redfrog

Subject: Re: Searching for a Poem

Haridaspal: sounds like a country song....im serious.... i think ive heard it... ill check into it...

13. July 2006, 08:57:52

Subject: Searching for a Poem

Many years ago I read a poem in which the (anonymous) poet hankered for the "Good Old Days" when 'gay' meant happy or joyful and 'grass' was something cows ate and 'pot' was what you used to cook with and so on. Have anyone read that poem? I would like to read it again, but I can't find it anywhere! Please help!

15. June 2006, 09:03:09

Subject: Re: UNIQUE OCCURRENCE-2

Haridaspal: is this the topic about numbers? Last night I had to get some gaz for the car and when I had enough, the prize of the money was: E41,14

6. June 2006, 09:06:57

Subject: UNIQUE OCCURRENCE-2

This morning, 6 seconds after 6 minutes after 6 o'clock,
I got a veritable shock!
My digital clock read 06:06:06:06:06:06!
What an incredible fix!

12. May 2006, 07:11:38

Dolittle

Subject: Re:

harley:That is very good dear harley! It makes me cry to think that children are treated unkind because they are different!

12. May 2006, 00:03:17

Subject: Re:

harley: It IS actually a very sad poem and tonight before bedtime, I will pray that all Mom's of children with ADHD, Aspergers, Autism will have the right support where it comes to these issues. I mean, its not good when child and Mom are being ignored like that.. There good be created a sort of understanding level, at least by the teachers towards the other Moms / children.. anyway.. my thoughts

11. May 2006, 23:57:38

Subject: Re:

harley: I am very glad you found it

And yes, its a striking one.. and yes, you posted it somewhere here.. Ive seen this here before; but don't know where!

Goodnight

11. May 2006, 23:49:20

Oh wow I just found it! I knew I had it on my PC, it wasn't a file that was immediately recognised - and my mistake, its Linda Hurley who wrote it. Hope you like it now!

***********

THE PLAYGROUND

I stand alone in the playground
No one talks to me
I see the looks, and hear their whispers:
She's the mother of the 'little beast'.

The boy who cant sit still in the classroom
The one that fools around
The child who torments the others
And throws himself to the ground.

She must be a useless parent
No control or restraint
We'll go and see the Headmistress
And make a formal complaint.

We want the 'looney' expelled
You know the one we mean
The boy who runs aorund the playground
As if driven by a machine.

Who sends the other children flying
Cuts and bruises everywhere
Get rid of the little menace
How you do it, we don't care.

The 'brat' whose been banned at lunchtime
The child who has no friends
The boy who's never invited to parties
And Christmas cards - not one was sent.

The child who cries because he is lonely
As no friend invites him to tea
The boy who believes he is useless
And not fit to be loved by me.

The lad who is a 'loner'
Through no choice of his own
Who struggles in the classroom
And is made to sit alone.

The boy who lags behind
As hard as he may try
Who at the age of seven
Can barely read and write.

And so I continue to stand alone
No one talks to me
The mother of a little boy
Whose been diagnosed with ADHD

11. May 2006, 23:48:15

Rose

Subject: Re:

harley: Wish I was more help. Sorry

11. May 2006, 23:45:50

Subject: Re:

Radiant Aunt & Rose: thanks but I already spent ages googling for it and couldn't find it. I didn't get it off the net to start with though.

Its goes something like... I stand alone in the playground
Noone talks to me
I'm the mother of the monster
the little boy with ADHD...

Its quite a long poem, very sad.

11. May 2006, 23:43:01

Rose

Modified by Rose (11. May 2006, 23:43:17)

I googled the poem name and the poet plus ADHD came up with tons of info on the actress and playgrounds only.. can't fid it at all on google

11. May 2006, 23:42:12

Subject: Re:

harley: Do you know perhaps the first sentence of the poem? It helps to find it through Google.

11. May 2006, 23:21:18

Subject: Re:

Rose: I'm not sure if its one and the same, I don't think so. The poem is about ADHD and the poet has a son with the disorder and wrote this poem. I don't think it is the actress.

11. May 2006, 22:59:39

Rose

Subject: Re:

harley: YOu mean liz hurley the actress?

11. May 2006, 22:57:10

Does anyone remember a poem called "The Playground" by Liz Hurley? I'm sure I posted it somewhere on BK but its not on this board. If anyone happens to know the poem could they send me a copy please?

9. May 2006, 16:27:30

Subject: Cup of Glory

Cup of Glory

(With due apologies to Rudyard Kipling - and to Bill Shankly)

Oh, East is East, and West is West,
And never the twain shall meet,
Unless it is the World Cup time,
And men kick balls with feet.
There is neither East nor West,
Nor border, breed or birth,
When two teams kick-off face to face,
From different ends of earth.

Twenty-two men, all fit and strong,
And mostly slim and tall,
Go helter skelter o’er the field,
Chasing a single ball.
They push and strive and sweat and toil,
They collapse on the mat;
‘Tis not about just life or death,
But so much more than that.

6. May 2006, 08:59:08

Subject: Re: Friday Poem

rednaz23: Absolutely brilliant!

6. May 2006, 08:56:30

Subject: Despair

India my homeland, my nation,
The haven of religious proliferation.
The land of many a God, many a teacher,
Many a saint, among whom feature
Krishna and Rama, Buddha and Mahavira;
Ramakrishna, Nanak and Kabir in times nearer.
And today, in this land of the Maharishis
The girl child is one of the endangered species.

India, my country, my motherland,
Where great men were born once, I understand;
Men like Gandhi, Raman and Tagore,
And Netaji, Panditji and so many more;
Sages, all, in some way or the other,
Sages, serving their Mother.
And today, in this land of the sages
Religion is the watchword of violent outrages.

6. May 2006, 08:53:53

Subject: Be Happy That You're Alive

Life is but a fight
From morning till night;
So what?
Would you rather be dead and interred
Than alive, albeit wed and splintered!

6. May 2006, 05:13:51

Subject: Friday Poem

Today while waiting
for just one game
I was debating
if this was not lame

fellowship I made
is what I just did
line games I raid
I'm still just a big kid

just got a good beating
That doesn't matter
I sit here eating
My cookie dough batter!

Line games are great
cuz my boats went sinking
Cookie dough I ate
I still keep on thinking!

kings, rooks, and a knight
this group you can join
this groups future bright
it costs not a coin!

We play every line game
except for some pente
join and we should tame
everyone a plenty!

5. May 2006, 15:46:34

Subject: Cup of Glory

(With due apologies to Rudyard Kipling - and to Bill Shankly)

Oh, East is East, and West is West,
And never the twain shall meet,
Unless it is the World Cup time,
And men kick balls with feet.
There is neither East nor West,
Nor border, breed or birth,
When two teams kick-off face to face,
From different ends of earth.

Twenty-two men, all fit and strong,
And mostly slim and tall,
Go helter skelter o’er the field,
Chasing a single ball.
They push and strive and sweat and toil,
They collapse on the mat;
‘Tis not about just life or death,
But so much more than that.

5. May 2006, 13:51:13

furbster

hehe ta, Looks weird seeing a black one next to my name though as i was white for so long lol

5. May 2006, 10:04:15

Subject: Poem for a Fridaymorning

Tickly tickly around my nose..
whats that? Ahh, the sun that just arose;
peeking through my bedroom blinds
waking me up from my dreamminds..

Away from sofar
brought me back to life
deep deep sleep
got me a headache like a knife

but hey,
thank God its Friday
and I am off,
no need to work today,
no need to go anywhere,
but visit BK today..

I know I could write better
then these words in a rhyme;
but I just opened my eyes on this Fridaymorning,
and let you all know that I am fine! ;-)

Radiant - The Hague, 5 May 2006 - Dutch National Liberation Day

5. May 2006, 09:57:36

Subject: Re: Thursday's poem

rednaz23: Wish you a good nite sleep, Phil!

4. May 2006, 19:57:26

Dolittle

Subject: Re: Black Rook on Wednesday

rednaz23:Congrats on that black rook! Let's play some backgammon!!

4. May 2006, 16:41:24

furbster

hehe, don't be scared, be inundated with games

4. May 2006, 16:39:14

Subject: Re: Black Rook on Wednesday

Tuesday: Thanks Tuesday! I enjoyed that very much! But now I am slightly scared... Oh well. I'll just play some games and get over it.

4. May 2006, 14:55:48

Rose

Subject: Re: UNIQUE OCCURRENCE

Haridaspal: Very unique! Youre right, WE wont ever see that day again!

4. May 2006, 14:47:33

Subject: UNIQUE OCCURRENCE

This morning, 2 minutes and 3 seconds after one,
I had some fun;
Without too many tocks and ticks,
My digital clock read 01:02:03:04:05:06!

What a strange, delightful sequence;
Doesn't occur with much frequence,
In truth, this will never again be seen
Until we are all dead and disappeared from the scene.

4. May 2006, 06:47:47

Subject: Re: Black Rook on Wednesday

Boring and going don't really rhyme... lol. Oh well.

4. May 2006, 01:40:56

Subject: Black Rook on Wednesday

I know its Wednesday!
spaghetti I cook
I will really pay
I want a black rook

I want this so bad
I bet you do too
I will be so glad
When it goes through

I have lots to do
I better get going
I say this I do
'fore I get boring

3. May 2006, 17:26:26

Subject: Tuesday

Tuesday should write a peom every Tuesday... :-D

3. May 2006, 17:20:37

ScarletRose

Subject: Re:

Tuesday: hahaha.. Nicely done!

3. May 2006, 11:57:00

Perhaps "Earth, Wind & Fire"

3. May 2006, 08:08:58

Subject: Re: rednaz23's bathroom poem

Haridaspal: Faded Dream?

3. May 2006, 07:59:11

Subject: rednaz23's bathroom poem

Hi! I've seen this long, long ago, but I must say, it is one of the most brilliant short poems I've ever read! How about having a competition :- Find a suitable title for the poem!

3. May 2006, 07:18:03