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 PoetryAn outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here! The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population. This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas. We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems Du har inte tillstånd att skriva på denna sida. Lägsta nivå på medlemskap för att kunna skriva i detta forum är Brain Springare. Läge: Alla kan skriva
<< < 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 > >> 1. september 2006, 09:59:57 Ämne: Re: One to inspire and two to follow through playBunny: Dark, maybe, but brilliant! 1. september 2006, 06:53:25 Ämne: One to inspire and two to follow through A Woman's PoemHe didn't like the casserole and he didn't like my cake. I didn't perk the coffee right. He didn't like the stew. I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue. ~ 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 didn't want to grow up, he was really still a boy. I wondered what to do about it, then Ahah! I knew. 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 told me what to do and, if I didn't, he would hit! With brooding scowls and angry words, he seemed to hate us all. I grew unhappy, so fed up, deep hatred I now knew, 19. juli 2006, 15:18:13 Ämne: I suppose... Haiku is too sophisticated for you... Otherwise you would have said something... 18. juli 2006, 15:50:42 Ämne: 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. juli 2006, 22:34:46 Ämne: 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. juli 2006, 03:26:38 Ämne: Re: Searching for a Poem Haridaspal: Is it this poem perhaps? See link: http://www.lovethissite.com/olddays/ Be blessed, Radiant Aunt  15. juli 2006, 10:51:05 Ämne: 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. juli 2006, 12:12:07 Ämne: Re: Searching for a Poem Haridaspal: sounds like a country song....im serious.... i think ive heard it... ill check into it... 13. juli 2006, 08:57:52 Ämne: 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. juni 2006, 09:03:09 Ämne: 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. juni 2006, 09:06:57 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 07:11:38 Ämne: Re:  harley:That is very good dear harley! It makes me cry to think that children are treated unkind because they are different! 12. maj 2006, 00:03:17 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 23:57:38 Ämne: 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. maj 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. maj 2006, 23:48:15 Ämne: Re: harley: Wish I was more help. Sorry 11. maj 2006, 23:45:50 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 23:43:01 Ändrat av Rose (11. maj 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. maj 2006, 23:42:12 Ämne: Re: harley: Do you know perhaps the first sentence of the poem? It helps to find it through Google. 11. maj 2006, 23:21:18 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 22:59:39 Ämne: Re: harley: YOu mean liz hurley the actress? 11. maj 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. maj 2006, 16:27:30 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 08:59:08 Ämne: Re: Friday Poem rednaz23: Absolutely brilliant! 6. maj 2006, 08:56:30 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 08:53:53 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 05:13:51 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 15:46:34 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 13:51:13  hehe ta, Looks weird seeing a black one next to my name though as i was white for so long lol 5. maj 2006, 10:04:15 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 09:57:36 Ämne: Re: Thursday's poem rednaz23: Wish you a good nite sleep, Phil! 4. maj 2006, 19:57:26 Ämne: Re: Black Rook on Wednesday rednaz23:Congrats on that black rook! Let's play some backgammon!!   4. maj 2006, 16:41:24 hehe, don't be scared, be inundated with games 4. maj 2006, 16:39:14 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 14:55:48 Ämne: Re: UNIQUE OCCURRENCE Haridaspal: Very unique! Youre right, WE wont ever see that day again! 4. maj 2006, 14:47:33 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 06:47:47 Ämne: Re: Black Rook on Wednesday Boring and going don't really rhyme... lol. Oh well. 4. maj 2006, 01:40:56 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 17:26:26 Ämne: Tuesday Tuesday should write a peom every Tuesday... :-D 3. maj 2006, 17:20:37 Ämne: Re:  Tuesday: hahaha.. Nicely done! 3. maj 2006, 08:08:58 Ämne: Re: rednaz23's bathroom poem Haridaspal: Faded Dream? 3. maj 2006, 07:59:11 Ämne: 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. maj 2006, 07:18:03 I saw this sweet poem in the bathroom today, on the wall... Here it is... Some of you may have seen this already... It is quite crude, but it is still really funny;
Here I sit Broken hearted Came to s___ but only f__ted 2. maj 2006, 20:08:34 Ämne: new Tuesday poem Oh, it's Tuesday!
Oh, its Tueday! Lets hope you win its not lose day Oh, let me grin! ************************* BK or class? I want to play but still have class oh my Tuesday I have gas This poem is dumb I'm such a bass I need a tum or keep this gas Soon off to class Where I shall sit Lets hope my class won't make me ____ QUIT! Not what you were thinking! << < 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 > >> |
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