How long till this war is over
till this war has come to an end
i shall fight till the day
i can tell my wife that i love her
my children to be brave
my mother not to be scared now
as the war is near to save

Ive seen many dieing
there lying all around me
im fighting in a see of muddy deat
many screaming wounded
legs arms and face
theres hardly any supplys left
this land is such a horrid place

The wa if finall over
many friends have died
my memorys will sty with me
the guns the bombs the death
all f these will stay put
my life, i shall ae the most of it
no i realised how short it could of been
and what this fighting should all mean

The tree branches hung over the long green grass,
where flowers lay and butterflys passed,
for they did not know what lay beneth.

Beneth them was a sorrow place,
where people cry and some say grace,
because they know what lies beneth.

Benny they cried why did you leave?
we miss you so much
we miss you in the morning afternoon and night
when we were sad you would show us the light.

Flowers appeared, tears flew away
with out any fear
that benny now lives in a better plac than here

who cares what colour?, black or white
why do we torment?, why do we fight?
we are all on this earth for better or for worse so why do we treat it as if it was a curse?
each on of us is different, hair, hight or weight,
so why cant we all just give or take?
we are all just people, so treat each other as one,
then our world would be better and life could be more fun.

The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown

The lion beat the unicorn
All 'round the town

Some gave them white bread
Some gave them brown

Some gave them plum-cake
And drummed them out of town

-- L.C.

LuckyCat9: Well hello Lucky..

I see you enjoy the nursery rhymes..

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
And down he run
Hickory dickory dock

GeorgiaBoy: Gawd I love that poem! Mr Blake had a way with words! Thanks for posting it!

by William Blake

1To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
2All pray in their distress;
3And to these virtues of delight
4Return their thankfulness.


5For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
6Is God, our father dear,
7And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
8Is Man, his child and care.


9For Mercy has a human heart,
10Pity a human face,
11And Love, the human form divine,
12And Peace, the human dress.


13Then every man, of every clime,
14That prays in his distress,
15Prays to the human form divine,
16Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.


17And all must love the human form,
18In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
19Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
20There God is dwelling too.

A CHRISTMAS VISIT TO EBAY

'Twas the Night Before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, but me and my mouse

I eagerly sat at my PC with care
Booted it up and my Windows were there

I typed in my screen name, then password and click
I was on EBAY, just me and St. Nick

I checked out the status of all my high bids
I upped the reserve on a gift for the kids

That being done, I was ready to play
So, I keyed in a search for New Listings Today

When what to my wondering eyes should behold?
Just four thousand, eighty-nine items in bold

The Gallery Preview, I scrolled and I browsed
My cravings were heightened, but just not aroused

An old clockwork nodder, a scarce sisal bough
But I needed something to purchase right now!

Who better to buy for and lavish upon?
One stroke on my keypad to Go, Going, Gone!

"Transferring Document" What takes so long?
Five percent, ten percent, what could be wrong?

There was no scheduled maintenance; EBAY's just slow!
Then two items appeared in a Yuletide glow

A pot metal Reindeer which left me bereft
And a Belsnickle Santa with two minutes left

Three pictures loaded, in focus and clean
A Solemn old Santa, the best that I've seen!

He seemed a bit pricey, but who could resist?
I hope there's no snipers, 'cause they get me pissed!

One minute more, there's no time to bid twice
I'll just have to offer my best highest price

Submitting it now. The reserve has been met.
You're the high bidder, wow! Just how good can it get?

Ten seconds, five now, refreshed and reposed
The bidding has ended, this auction is closed!

Good God, what a moment! Comparison's fail
Then all of a sudden a voice, "You've Got Mail"

I opened it quickly, the seller did query
"Do you have intentions to buy that now, dearie?"

My reply would be brief, just a quick cut and paste
"Dear, Snowman@Earthlink" my fast fingers raced

A Postal M.O. No, I know you'll be moved
I'll pay it with Billpoint, it's EBAY approved!

Just one more peek at my rosy cheeked Elf
He's just the right size for my prize mantle shelf

It was late and my eyes were all glassy and pink
When I noticed my Belsnickle gave me a wink!

Then a voice from my speakers, which gave me a fright
"MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and to ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

PROGRAMMER'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before implementation and all through the house,
not a program was working not even a browse.
The programmers hung by their tubes in despair,
with hopes that a miracle would soon be there.

The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of inquiries danced in their heads.
When out in the machine room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a super programmer (with a six-pack of beer).
His resume glowed with experience so rare,
he turned out great code with a bit-pusher's flair.

More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,
On update! on add! on inquiry! on delete!
on batch jobs! on closing! on functions complete!
His eyes were glazed-over, fingers nimble and lean,
from weekends and nights in front of a screen.

A wink of his eye, and a twitch of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
turning specs into code; then turned with a jerk;

And laying his finger upon the "ENTER" key,
the systems came up and worked perfectly.
The updates updated; the deletes, they deleted;
the inquiries inquired, and closings completed.

He tested each whistle, and tested each bell,
with nary an abend, and all had gone well.
The system was finished, the tests were concluded.
The users' last changes were even included.

And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt,
"It's just what I asked for, but not what I want!"

Anonymous

THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD

I dreamed I had an interview with God.

"So you would like to interview me?" God asked.

"If you have the time" I said.

God smiled. "My time is eternity."

"What questions do you have in mind for me?"

"What surprises you most about humankind?"

God answered...

"That they get bored with childhood,
they rush to grow up, and then
long to be children again."

"That they lose their health to make money...
and then lose their money to restore their health."

"That by thinking anxiously about the future,
they forget the present,
such that they live in neither
the present nor the future."

"That they live as if they will never die,
and die as though they had never lived."

God's hand took mine
and we were silent for a while.

And then I asked...

"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons
you want your children to learn?"

"To learn they cannot make anyone
love them. All they can do
is let themselves be loved."

"To learn that it is not good
to compare themselves to others."

"To learn to forgive
by practicing forgiveness."

"To learn that it only takes a few seconds
to open profound wounds in those they love,
and it can take many years to heal them."

"To learn that a rich person
is not one who has the most,
but is one who needs the least."

"To learn that there are people
who love them dearly,
but simply have not yet learned
how to express or show their feelings."

"To learn that two people can
look at the same thing
and see it differently."

"To learn that it is not enough that they
forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves."

"Thank you for your time," I said humbly.

"Is there anything else
you would like your children to know?"

God smiled and said,
"Just know that I am here... always."

-author unknown

HIT AND RUN

He's every woman's dream
he's too good to be true~
You find you can't help wondering
Just what he sees in you.

He's a man of many faces
and many tender charms~
Reminds you so of heaven
while lying in his arms.

His words are velvet petals
drifting from a rose~
He's the man who broke your heart,
the man every woman knows.


copyright � 2000sbierly

Before Ure Taught Collectively How
Im Sure
Allmost all
Posts Ultimately dont Seem Sensitive In Extremes
Read Them Carefully

Andre Faria: Lovely poem, Andre. Dolphins are beautiful and you cAn swim with them! My niece of 6 yrs old she swam with them :-)

If only I could leave this awful place
and find the tranquil waters of the sea
to swim with your abandon and your grace
and lead your life so simple and so free.
But I must travel through life as a man,
as restless and as angry as a storm.
I seek out and I find peace where I can
but, to my human nature, must conform.
What must you think of me out here afloat
just looking on, your captive as you play?
Upon this large and slow and clumsy boat,
if you could speak my words, what would you say?
They say you dream of men, perhaps you do.
But, in my fondest dreams, I dream of you.

Copyright Sean McBride 2000

If a Packet Hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash, and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash, then the situation's hopeless and your systems gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house, says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol, that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse, then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, 'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk, and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk, then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM. Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.

Author unknown

Never worry about what they do,
even if it's a motely crew.
Something always comes up,
making the problem dry up.
Swings and roundabouts,
every action has a reaction.. things turnabout.
Cool the way it works,
bet on it, dead cert.

how doth the little crocodiLe
improve his shining tail,
and pour the waters of the nile
on every gOlden scale
how cheerfUlly he seems to grin,
how neatly spreaDs his claws,
and welcomes little fishes in,
with gentlY smiling jaws

ScarletRose: wooo hooo ;)

Artful Dodger: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Dan that is so sweet.. *cracks a smile* Your wittle grand daughter is so lucky to have you..

Tiny fingers
miniatures of mine
clasped tightly around my thumb

I know it's only reflex
yet it feels like so much more

But her eyes
that gaze intently
upon my face
say it all

I love you grandpa

;)

Awwwwwww, thank you (((((ALL))))) for the warm welcome back!!! Missed you all!

Sunrays of laughter
fall comes in quick
Memories of a summer
lay before me in pics
The travels we made
the dreams we create
The joy of infinate freedom
will meet before the fireplace soon...

Sept 20 - 2005
Josetta, The Hague - The Netherlands

BulletProof: thankies.. ;)

ScarletRose: Hey, nice poem. ;)

whoo hoo!! yea haw

Eriisa: Meee toooo! ;)

Hello Josetta!!!! Glad to see you back!

Pieces of Laughter
Patches of Tears
Threaded with Tenderness
Tattered with Fears
Bits of Forgiveness
Mounds of Grace
Quilted together
With Love,
Hope and Faith
Anonymous

ScarletRose: Sure i gotta check it out anyways.I found another poem i'll post later.

Foxy Lady: It would seem. Perhaps I'll write a poem about that too! ;)

 
 
 


           1

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


           2

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Throught the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens,
while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


           3

Hear the loud alarum bells--
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now--now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale of their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells--
Of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


           4

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their melody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people--ah, the people--
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the tolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

 
              ~ Poe

Ded Puppies: Poe is so dark. But I love his stuff. ;)

 
 

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell:
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless--
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Ove the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:--from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:--from off the delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.


            ~ Poe

Foxy Lady: Thanks.. yes.. when I get inspired I write..

ScarletRose: Those are nice i knew you wrote more.

All in a dream...

A dream captured me...
floating me up so high....
on a poofy cloud so soft....
way up in the sky...

I see a unicorn....
with its gentleness float on..
and rainbows so bursting with color..
that I could wish upon...

Though dreams may be magical....
and unreal...
it doesn't take away......
the love for you I feel...

My journey through this life...
is often hard at times..
but floating on this cloud to you...
softens it just fine..

I wish into the nightsky...
upon the brightest star...
stare into the moon...
and dream that you're not far...

Cathy:) 11-30-00

the postman brought me a letter....
it arrived today....
breathing it in....
reading what you say....

I see the words in front of me...
I hold it close to my heart..
I read the written words not once..
but, several times to start..

and even though it is not what you write..
that makes you so real.
it is the loving care...
that this letter has made me feel..

this empty piece of paper once...
had been in your hand first..
composing written words from you...
after receiving it.. has quenched my thirst..

Never before have I received a gift...
that touched me so dear...
I have only you to thank...
for bringing yourself so near..

Cathy:) 11-29-00

ArtfulDodger: yes.. wonderfull

ScarletRose: Those were great.

I WONDER

white fluffy cotton balls
fluttering through the sky
slowly falling in flakes,
to leave a white blanket covering the ground.

Kids dancing happily
grabbing mittens and scarves..
building snowmen and forts...
laying in its softness and shifting their arms...

I wonder

soft chirping birds
fluttering through the sky
building nests on the tree limbs
slowly swooping and drifting, spreading their wings to fly

Kids dancing happily
grabbing kites and tails....
watching colors of triangles..
smelling at flowers starting to bloom, picking them innocently.....

I wonder

Bright brilliant flashes
fluttering through the sky
full of energy.. and clapping...
bringing along with it... heavy droplets of water, to feed natures call....

Kids dancing happily
as the storm moves on..
staring at tears from above trickling on the window...
feeling the warmth of the sun... and the coolness of the swimming pool....

I wonder

Oranges, yellows, reds and greens
fluttering through the sky...
giving freedom to the branches...
and turning crisp and cool, days get much shorter..

Kids dancing happily
making friends at school...
learning history, arithmatic, and science
seeing pumpkins, and holiday wreaths.. bringing joy to their hearts....

I wonder.....
do you see the same way I do..?

written on 020501 posted to bluemountain arts.. on same date... :)

How I dreaded this day would come
though at this time you don't realize
the hug and kiss you offered so...
was the start of just letting go...

Then deep pain within, will shortly start
tearing at your precious heart..
I will offer my caring arms..
to comfort you.. and protect from harm..

Your father is a good man, he tries..
yet confusing will make your innerside cry..
How he could move so far away
and promise to you visits for a future day.

I shall not promise the lies he's made.
I don't walk in his path.
I have facts that he has done this before
I know it won't be his last.

You are young and innocent and try to believe
Yet only inside you will grieve.
The anger has yet to come I know.
and I your mother will help let it out.

I don't know how a parent could do this.
he knew he could never be there
why does he do this... does he care?

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn Ann

Foxy Lady: I was inspired. ;) clay was doing his be good to a mod day thing...so I wrote a poem ;)

woooo hoooo

ArtfulDodger: Thats really good.

Foxy Lady:

Thank you mods, your job's not easy
Especially when some of us act so sleezy
You keep your cool and take it in stride
Click a little button and put us on hide.



You read our PM's with excuses and pleas
Settling disputes which you handle with ease
You're ready and willing to hose down the flaming
And tell the offenders to get back to their gaming.



So we appreciate all the work that you do,
If BK was an art project, you'd be the glue.
And so taking this moment, we want to say THANKS!
From members the world over, and even us Yanks.

ArtfulDodger: Oh Ok

Foxy Lady: Thanks. And it also has the other meanings in the poem. :) I can't remember what we were discussing on the chat board but it was about the word chit. ;)

I'll see if I can find the mod poem I wrote. heheh

ArtfulDodger: Chit is the first word in Chit Chat........that poem was cute.

ArtfulDodger Chit 16. August 2005, 15:02:45

I went into the other room, where I like to sit,
And thoughtfully considered - this word named chit.

It’s not not a word, which means that it is,
And I’ll tell you its meaning, cuz I’m the word wiz.

A chit has little to do with a chat,
I’m sure you didn’t need me telling you that.

There’s more than one meaning, in fact there’s a few,
So sit back and relax, and I’ll tell them to you.

A chit could be a child, or a saucy young girl,
Like my neighbor’s young daughter, she makes my son hurl.

A chit is an amount owed for food or a drink,
(I’m telling you true, I looked it up in a link)

And last it means, “brownie point,” in a positive way,
Like earning vital chits, for good work done that day.

These are the true meanings so don’t throw a fit,
If you thought it meant otherwise, you didn’t know chit. ;)

Foxy Lady: :) got thank you