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English plurals
Well now…
If the plural of mouse is mice,
And the plural of louse is lice,
Then how could it not possibly be
That the plural of spouse is spice?
Why is it then the rule doesn’t
Also apply to house or to douse?
Nor even grouse, rouse or souse?
Nor even, for that matter, youse?
If the plural of mouse is mice,
And the plural of louse is lice,
Then how could it not possibly be
That the plural of spouse is spice?
Why is it then the rule doesn’t
Also apply to house or to douse?
Nor even grouse, rouse or souse?
Nor even, for that matter, youse?
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Posted: Feb 2023
About this poem:
These English rules...Silly Rhyme
Inside, outside, up-side down,
Which way should I wear my crown?
Turn me over and spin me around;
Leave me dizzy on the ground.
I lost my cat but now she’s found;
It cost 2 pennies and a pound
To get the guy to bring her round.
And now she’s sleeping – safe and sound.
Went for a stroll about the town,
Stopped at a shop and bought a gown.
Earthy colours, yes, green and brown
Adorned it’s surface…joys abound.
At the circus met a clown
Who sat limply, with a frown.
In his hands was tightly wound
A poster pic of Howard the Hound.
He perched himself upon the mound
That Howard the dog would often bound
To show his tricks - the crowds astound.
“But, alas!” He cried, “the pooch did drown”.
Which way should I wear my crown?
Turn me over and spin me around;
Leave me dizzy on the ground.
I lost my cat but now she’s found;
It cost 2 pennies and a pound
To get the guy to bring her round.
And now she’s sleeping – safe and sound.
Went for a stroll about the town,
Stopped at a shop and bought a gown.
Earthy colours, yes, green and brown
Adorned it’s surface…joys abound.
At the circus met a clown
Who sat limply, with a frown.
In his hands was tightly wound
A poster pic of Howard the Hound.
He perched himself upon the mound
That Howard the dog would often bound
To show his tricks - the crowds astound.
“But, alas!” He cried, “the pooch did drown”.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
Just having fun with rhymes....
Sylvan Landscape---Monorhyme
The sylvan landscape stretched for miles
reached across golden fields by stiles.
Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles
whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles.
Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles
that wandered willy nilly like juveniles.
Along the rivers banks were basking reptiles
with mouths that upturned in happy smiles.
In the midst of the rushing water were isles
that rose up high like big projectiles.
And trees marched up the hills in files
giving shelter to the fox and his wiles.
The peace of the woodlands beguiles
within its tranquillity are no exiles.
reached across golden fields by stiles.
Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles
whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles.
Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles
that wandered willy nilly like juveniles.
Along the rivers banks were basking reptiles
with mouths that upturned in happy smiles.
In the midst of the rushing water were isles
that rose up high like big projectiles.
And trees marched up the hills in files
giving shelter to the fox and his wiles.
The peace of the woodlands beguiles
within its tranquillity are no exiles.
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Posted: May 2016
Post CommentIs it me, or is it you?
Is it me, or is it you?
Gave my day a sunny hue;
With your smile (and your wink too),
As we sat waiting for some stew.
Is it me, or is it you?
By the window, caught a view.
That is when I thought I knew
What real contentment was to you.
Is it me, or is it you?
Tell me quickly what to do.
Can it be that it’s you, who
Has my heart, and rent’s past due?
Is it me, or is it you?
I think it’s me….:-)
Gave my day a sunny hue;
With your smile (and your wink too),
As we sat waiting for some stew.
Is it me, or is it you?
By the window, caught a view.
That is when I thought I knew
What real contentment was to you.
Is it me, or is it you?
Tell me quickly what to do.
Can it be that it’s you, who
Has my heart, and rent’s past due?
Is it me, or is it you?
I think it’s me….:-)
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
Just having a little fun with 'rhymes'.??Praise God Always!
"Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name,
for in perfect faithfulness you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago".(Isaiah 25:1)
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
And flow they often do.
To everyone who’s born of God,
To you, and you, and you.
Don’t be ashamed to praise the Lord
If things aren’t going right.
It’s good for you to praise Him still,
It’ll get rid of the blight.
When you give praise unto the Lord,
It makes His heart feel good.
And then is when you’ll feel like things
Are working as they should.
But best of all is that such praise
Gives you the upper hand.
‘Cause Satan’s plan to steal your joy,
Gets buried in the sand.
for in perfect faithfulness you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago".(Isaiah 25:1)
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
And flow they often do.
To everyone who’s born of God,
To you, and you, and you.
Don’t be ashamed to praise the Lord
If things aren’t going right.
It’s good for you to praise Him still,
It’ll get rid of the blight.
When you give praise unto the Lord,
It makes His heart feel good.
And then is when you’ll feel like things
Are working as they should.
But best of all is that such praise
Gives you the upper hand.
‘Cause Satan’s plan to steal your joy,
Gets buried in the sand.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
He is worthy of my praise...Here…
I haven’t been here long,
But it feels like it.
Can’t tell if I’m wrong,
But it seems like it.
I need to be strong,
Yes, my will heeds it.
With a prayer and a song,
I may come through it:
Not sure I belong, here…
Too early to quit.
But it feels like it.
Can’t tell if I’m wrong,
But it seems like it.
I need to be strong,
Yes, my will heeds it.
With a prayer and a song,
I may come through it:
Not sure I belong, here…
Too early to quit.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Such is life.What is Man? (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
What is MAN?
The image and likeness of God,
A servant of Jesus the Lord,
The evidence of His word.
What is Man?
Nothing but ashes and dust,
Nothing but malice and lust,
Nothing that any should trust.
What is MAN?
Nothing but woeful and vain,
Nothing is he, but inane,
Nothing does he, but complain.
What is MAN?
Nothing of value from birth,
Nothing of any great worth,
Nothing but scourge of the earth.
What is MAN?
Nothing but lost and alone,
Nothing for sin, can atone,
Nothing but dead in his own
Sin.
What is MAN?
NOTHING.
Nothing at all, without Jesus.
The image and likeness of God,
A servant of Jesus the Lord,
The evidence of His word.
What is Man?
Nothing but ashes and dust,
Nothing but malice and lust,
Nothing that any should trust.
What is MAN?
Nothing but woeful and vain,
Nothing is he, but inane,
Nothing does he, but complain.
What is MAN?
Nothing of value from birth,
Nothing of any great worth,
Nothing but scourge of the earth.
What is MAN?
Nothing but lost and alone,
Nothing for sin, can atone,
Nothing but dead in his own
Sin.
What is MAN?
NOTHING.
Nothing at all, without Jesus.
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Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
“What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him, that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?”(Job 7:17 & 18)
W-A-R………..
A 3-letter word of d-o-o-m;
Rife with sounds like “b-o-o-m!”
Kills what comes from the w-o-m-b;
Ends with a hole, or a t-o-m-b.
Why then, especially in this century with all of its changes, is W-A-R still being tolerated?
Rife with sounds like “b-o-o-m!”
Kills what comes from the w-o-m-b;
Ends with a hole, or a t-o-m-b.
Why then, especially in this century with all of its changes, is W-A-R still being tolerated?
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
Why?....
Silence Molds the Clouds All day
Silent shadows
running thru the fields,
Silence molds the clouds
all-day
Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake
Yet
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks
oh Lord
how it breaks
in the most tender way.
Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru
the gate
Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my heart
away.
running thru the fields,
Silence molds the clouds
all-day
Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake
Yet
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks
oh Lord
how it breaks
in the most tender way.
Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru
the gate
Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my heart
away.
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia -Julia,
sleeping sand,
silent cloud,
Touch me,
So I sing a song of love,
Julia
What I've Done
In his last desperation,
Before he takes his life,
How broad his life was,
How narrow became his mind,-
"Tomorrow can bring a new day!",
"If tomorrow ever comes,"
"Everyday is the same thing,"
What has he done?-
In his self-isolation,
Refusing to feel any pain,
"Time for you to grow up,"
That is what she once said,-
He picked up his guitar,
Carefully placed it in the case,
At the young age of 41,
"Too old for childish games,"-
Yesterday and depression,
Between both, there he stands,
A price for him to go by,
The cost of being a man,-
"Killing myself to provide,"
"I know this can't go on,"
Was the last words he spoke to me,
What has he done?
What have I done?
What I've done--
Before he takes his life,
How broad his life was,
How narrow became his mind,-
"Tomorrow can bring a new day!",
"If tomorrow ever comes,"
"Everyday is the same thing,"
What has he done?-
In his self-isolation,
Refusing to feel any pain,
"Time for you to grow up,"
That is what she once said,-
He picked up his guitar,
Carefully placed it in the case,
At the young age of 41,
"Too old for childish games,"-
Yesterday and depression,
Between both, there he stands,
A price for him to go by,
The cost of being a man,-
"Killing myself to provide,"
"I know this can't go on,"
Was the last words he spoke to me,
What has he done?
What have I done?
What I've done--
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
I wrote this one 4-19-2011 just by basically finger picking at some chords on the guitar, then I started writing and rearranging the sound.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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