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SHIRLEY MY LOVE
you were the girl that I wanted so much; I'm so sorry that after the ninth grade; that we lost touch! I didn't know you loved me until I turned around on the steps of j.h.s. 109 and saw you crying as you said goodbye; and when I returned home; I had many tears in my eyes; because I loved you; but I never told you! we were so very young at the time; and I heard you went with danny r. who was real slime! I'm on my way to the top of the music charts; and I hope you will hear my songs; and we can separate the rights from the wrongs! I"ll always love you Shirley!
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
the love that passed me by for I didn't know she loved me until she started to cry! I just found out that my beautiful childhood sweetheart has passed away!
The hope
Aata nahi jinhe udna..
Pankh laga do unko...
Sara jaha ye unka..
Badlega dekho....
Nile umber me..
Udta hai, wo bhi...
Pankh judte hi bante..
Saitaan ki pari...
Aao pankh lagaau..
Tumhaari yaado ko..
Wo hi yad mera..
Hausla ban jate ho..tum!!
Pankh laga do unko...
Sara jaha ye unka..
Badlega dekho....
Nile umber me..
Udta hai, wo bhi...
Pankh judte hi bante..
Saitaan ki pari...
Aao pankh lagaau..
Tumhaari yaado ko..
Wo hi yad mera..
Hausla ban jate ho..tum!!
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Ye poem un logo ko, jinhone aage badhna band kar diya hai. Aur khud ko niche mehsoos karte hain. Unhe aasha aur hausle ki nayi roshni me laati hai..Kalpana
Gusse me muh fulana..
Mujhe acha lage...
Socho kitna acha ho...
Chaand par khelenge hum..
Hum huse to suraj hasega..
Maasoom uska hai dil...
Mujhe acha lage...
Socho kitna acha ho...
Chaand par khelenge hum..
Hum huse to suraj hasega..
Maasoom uska hai dil...
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Childish poem
online today!Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
I clearly recall Vigus who was around eight
Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate
His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home
And discourage him from leaving their place to roam
When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground
He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down
This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch”
So he could aim at the target without a hitch
His first language was a version of French patois
Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia
When we first met and he spoke French patois to me
I, not understanding, would nod approvingly
We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand
And sought someone to taste our own special brand
He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy
Playing together as children brought us great joy
Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate
His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home
And discourage him from leaving their place to roam
When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground
He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down
This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch”
So he could aim at the target without a hitch
His first language was a version of French patois
Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia
When we first met and he spoke French patois to me
I, not understanding, would nod approvingly
We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand
And sought someone to taste our own special brand
He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy
Playing together as children brought us great joy
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Iambic hexameter(bentlee's challenge)
A Brownies Girl....Not
~Bentlee Challenge-One of your earliest funny memories~ Poem
The days were sunny
hockey sticks in the funny
the water cool
racing in the pool
ballet pointing
wanting to dance
just not
elegance
Sent to "Brownies"
all the immaculate
dressed brimming
Me
finished swimming hair wet
was told
to stay away
kicked out of Brownies
that
day
Never made it to the Girl Guides
The days were sunny
hockey sticks in the funny
the water cool
racing in the pool
ballet pointing
wanting to dance
just not
elegance
Sent to "Brownies"
all the immaculate
dressed brimming
Me
finished swimming hair wet
was told
to stay away
kicked out of Brownies
that
day
Never made it to the Girl Guides
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
I was so into sports and in the late 60's you had to conform as a girl to brownies and girl guides my older sister did wonderfully, but i just was so into sport and dance,I was in a swimming comp when I turned up at Brownies, and my hair being very long was all wet, I was ordered out of the line up.
My mum probably didn't give me a towel, was not about to tell the brownie leader lady.
We were quite poor.
~Bentlee Challenge-One of your earliest funny memories~
~In-no-cent Moon~
Once upon a time, I ran out of the house
My azz had no cover
I was small as a mouse
To the corner store I ran
With my moon shining bright
The patrons at cash
Laughed at the sight
Of my small tiny azz
Walking the floor
Candy in hand
Looking up to the clerk
My pockets were empty
I'd left them at home.
~Bentlee~
Once upon a time, I ran out of the house
My azz had no cover
I was small as a mouse
To the corner store I ran
With my moon shining bright
The patrons at cash
Laughed at the sight
Of my small tiny azz
Walking the floor
Candy in hand
Looking up to the clerk
My pockets were empty
I'd left them at home.
~Bentlee~
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
This is one of my fondest memories as a little boy, in my fourth year, totally naked head to toe..........
BENTLEE CHALLENGE
LITTLE GIRL
I must have annoyed
mum and dad
I was an aggravating
girl child
Always curious about
this and that
Question upon question
spoken quietly
They sent me on a
message
To joiners next door
For long stand
I must have annoyed
mum and dad
I was an aggravating
girl child
Always curious about
this and that
Question upon question
spoken quietly
They sent me on a
message
To joiners next door
For long stand
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
True story they laughed at me and the quiet girl got mad and rowdy after 1 hour waiting ha ha
Because Of You
You took me to a paddock, and the darkness swelled,
you told me not to panic, and then you showed me hell.
I wanted to run away but, where could I go?
Felt like time never ends, I felt my fear grow.
My mum, made me, cry, and cry.
My dad, he'd fight, he'd fight, because of that night.
You think you gave the child I was some love,
but it wasn't!
You messed me up and so I locked myself,
in my own prison!
I was an outcast when I went to school,
because of you!
Crazy, smoking dope, alcohol, short fuse,
because of you!
Would I have turned out different, no stolen innocence?
If you never took me away, would I be a bit more sane?
Fare better in a crowd, could I stand being held?
Would this broken shell have grown up to take on the world?
I can't let go of it, let go of the past,
Did ya know the damage you did, was going to last.
I take tablets now, so I don't go psycho,
It's why I'm so run down, I just can't let go.
you told me not to panic, and then you showed me hell.
I wanted to run away but, where could I go?
Felt like time never ends, I felt my fear grow.
My mum, made me, cry, and cry.
My dad, he'd fight, he'd fight, because of that night.
You think you gave the child I was some love,
but it wasn't!
You messed me up and so I locked myself,
in my own prison!
I was an outcast when I went to school,
because of you!
Crazy, smoking dope, alcohol, short fuse,
because of you!
Would I have turned out different, no stolen innocence?
If you never took me away, would I be a bit more sane?
Fare better in a crowd, could I stand being held?
Would this broken shell have grown up to take on the world?
I can't let go of it, let go of the past,
Did ya know the damage you did, was going to last.
I take tablets now, so I don't go psycho,
It's why I'm so run down, I just can't let go.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I haven't put any of my lyrics in verses, bridges, etc. because I didn't think people would really want to read the same part over and over again. Each of my lyrics I post is basically the two verses; the bridge/break, pre-chorus, post-chorus and the chorus each once.I see I've turned into a bit of a serial poster so I'll give it a rest after this one.
THE CAT LIED
THE CAT DID NOT SIT ON THE MAT,
INFACT THE MAT THE FAT CAT SAT ON
WAS INFACT A RAT AS FLAT AS A TACK.
“OHHH”, SPAT THE FAT CAT TO A BAT WHO WAS HANGING ON A RACK,
“WHAT’S THAT, WHAT’S THAT” SHREIKED THE BAT TO THE FAT CAT,
“THE MAT …. THE MAT” SPAT THE CAT
“IT’S A DEAD RAT, A FLAT FAT RAT AT THAT”.
SPAT…. SPAT…. THE CAT.
“IS THAT A FACT, IMAGINE THAT” SAID THE BAT
TO THE FAT CAT AS HE LEFT HIS RACK TO INSPECT THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT.
PAT PAT DID THE BAT TO THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT, A BIG FAT RAT AT THAT.
THEN FLEW BACK TO HIS RACK,
HAVING A CACK , AT THE CAT WHO WAS STILL HAVING A HEART
ATTACK OVER THE FAT MAT MADE OUT OF RAT
SPAT …. SPAT …. WENT THE CAT
CACK …. CACK …. WENT THE BAT.
INFACT THE MAT THE FAT CAT SAT ON
WAS INFACT A RAT AS FLAT AS A TACK.
“OHHH”, SPAT THE FAT CAT TO A BAT WHO WAS HANGING ON A RACK,
“WHAT’S THAT, WHAT’S THAT” SHREIKED THE BAT TO THE FAT CAT,
“THE MAT …. THE MAT” SPAT THE CAT
“IT’S A DEAD RAT, A FLAT FAT RAT AT THAT”.
SPAT…. SPAT…. THE CAT.
“IS THAT A FACT, IMAGINE THAT” SAID THE BAT
TO THE FAT CAT AS HE LEFT HIS RACK TO INSPECT THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT.
PAT PAT DID THE BAT TO THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT, A BIG FAT RAT AT THAT.
THEN FLEW BACK TO HIS RACK,
HAVING A CACK , AT THE CAT WHO WAS STILL HAVING A HEART
ATTACK OVER THE FAT MAT MADE OUT OF RAT
SPAT …. SPAT …. WENT THE CAT
CACK …. CACK …. WENT THE BAT.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
YES, I even like to write kiddies poems. Try saying this after a few bourbans.
Exciting Good Morning happy new year for Sweetheart
happy new year my friend..
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I wish I could always be with you.Wrapping my arms around you
I constantly think about you.
I miss you and I love you!
Good Morning my Sweetheart
You are my life,
You are my everything
A day without you
Is like a day without sunshine
I love you! Good Morning
You are one special girl
You can take my breath away
With you, I can look forward to tomorrow
I forget all the sadness and sorrow.
I love you, dear. Good Morning
A morning text does not simply mean,
“Good morning.”
Rather, it comes with the silent loving
message,
“I think of you when I wake up.”
Good Morning my dear.
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