Poetry Thread

The once was a banker from Bray....

Originally posted by divegeester
The once was a banker from Bray....

Who counted greenbacks all day.
Said his wife
"Get a life!"

Originally posted by ale1552
Who counted greenbacks all day.
Said his wife
"Get a life!"

So the banker from Bray did stray.😛 Sorry but that's the best I could come up with! 😞

If Only

All the things I had yet to see,
All the things these pills took from me,

All the things I had yet to touch,
I know that I will miss so much,

Never again will I be in love,
See a sky full of stars above,

Never again will I hear,
The voices of those who were dear,

No wind I'll feel upon my skin,
Not know the things that could have been,

Because to grief I have succumb,
I will not see what I would've become,

This regret has came to late,
I hear laughter from my fate,

They blame me, say it's all my fault,
They say attention is all I want,

They think I am a coward, wrong,
But they don't help me, tell me I belong,

They don't think I tried to fight,
In all this darkness to find a light,

If only compassion was not so rare,
If only there were people who care,

If only they felt 1/10th of what I feel,
If only they heard me, helped me heal,

If only they didn't see it fit to judge,
Now against my actions they'll hold a grudge,

They all will think that I gave up,
When I put the pills into my cup,

They all will think that I was weak,
And ill of me some will dare speak,

Their cold opinions they will voice,
They will say I've made my choice,

No tears for me there shall be shed,
There'll be indifference instead,

Helping others feels like a chore,
Too easy their pain is to ignore,

If only that was not so true,
If only I had one kind word from you,

But my pain you refused to see,
And only death could have set me free.

Originally posted by Raven69
If Only

All the things I had yet to see,
All the things these pills took from me,

All the things I had yet to touch,
I know that I will miss so much,

Never again will I be in love,
See a sky full of stars above,

Never again will I hear,
The voices of those who were dear,

No wind I'll feel upon my skin,
Not know the things that could have ...[text shortened]... rd from you,

But my pain you refused to see,
And only death could have set me free.

Do you have the chords for this?

P-

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Originally posted by Raven69
If Only

All the things I had yet to see,
All the things these pills took from me,

All the things I had yet to touch,
I know that I will miss so much,

Never again will I be in love,
See a sky full of stars above,

Never again will I hear,
The voices of those who were dear,

No wind I'll feel upon my skin,
Not know the things that could have ...[text shortened]... rd from you,

But my pain you refused to see,
And only death could have set me free.

Raven: I have sent you a couple of PM's. I also started a new thread on TSM. Please respond.

Originally posted by ale1552
Raven: I have sent you a couple of PM's. I also started a new thread on TSM. Please respond.

Take it to the Channeling Forum, spanky.

Bedtime
(a children's poem)

Wouldn’t you think that a boy like me,
Who’s big and strong and older than three,
Would not be put to bed at eight
But, like big folks, could stay up late?

What’s the use of playing all day,
If each day ends the same old way?
I get so tired of hearing it said,
“Now Dear, it’s time to go to bed.”

Wouldn’t you think, when I’m extra good
And bring in paper and matches and wood,
To build Dad’s hearth with a crackling fire,
That I could stay up and not have to retire?

Wouldn’t you think, when I’ve helped all day,
And fixed and carried my Nanny’s tray,
That she could see things the way I do
And let me stay up a minute or two?

But whether I’m home or at Nanny’s house,
I always seem to dawdle and grouse:
I never do want to go to my bed;
I don’t even want to hear stories read.

No! All big folks have troublesome ways;
They don’t understand: nights are longer than days.
When I’m big like my Dad, or other such men,
I won’t go to bed till half past ten!

There is place
Of special alert
They call it the general forum

Where trolls may roam
And threads get wrecked (rec'd)
Which tends to relieve the bordom


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