by Lili D'Aloia-Facey
(Melbourne, Victoria, Australia)
I had the blues Cause I had no shoes Until I met on the street A man with no feet
He gave me a look Then gave me a book In it it said That his name was Fred
I gave him a phone Told him to call home That's when he said That he didn't even have a bed
I said get in the car My house wasn't too far He stayed with me then And we became great friends
Webmaster says: Two can play at this silly game
I had the blues Cause I had no shoes Until I met on the street A man with no feet
So we did a trade Which we both thought neat He gave me his pristine shoes I gave him my dirty feet
The first four lines of this poem were coined by Denis Waitley the Author and Motivational Speaker. Per a Wikipedia page, which reads like it was written by Denis Waitley, he was born in 1933. He has given counseling to traumatized military personnel, astronauts, company executives and sportsmen and has written books and produced audio lectures
My story is very short and simply is just about being an immigrant and willing to learn English as a second language. It is very hard to write poems for, some people don't know where to start or they don't have special ideas. For sister, father, mother, all these kinds.
But today, I have found a special poem from this web page for my baby's first Christmas.
He is a very special baby to me, and I was looking for a good idea, to share with friends, about how much I love him.
I do wish to say thank you, to all the people there who have posted for other people to learn how they can make their own.
SOMETIMES WE ALL PASS THROUGH ALL THESE PROCESSES AND EMOTIONAL THINKING
by Achiloko John
(Jalingo, Taraba, Nigeria)
sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I feel great, sometimes I feel worried,
sometimes I feel lonely, sometimes I feel boring, sometimes I feel rejected by everyone, sometimes I feel it isn't me,
sometimes I feel everything is against me, sometimes I feel like a baby, sometimes I feel like an adult, sometimes I feel like an adolescent,
sometimes I feel like I am stupid, sometimes I feel like I am childish, sometimes I feel like a man with wisdom, sometimes I feel like a man without wisdom and knowledge,
sometimes I don't trust anyone, sometimes I trust people, sometimes I feel like my friends don't love me, sometimes I feel like I am loved by everyone, sometimes I can't do without my friends beside me, sometimes I can do without anybody,
I sat and I thought for 12 hour and found out that in life we all pass through these processes and emotional feelings, I love you all, my friends.
my grandma wrote but she couldn't post it on the internet so i did it for her. I'm her grandson shamai scott
Webmaster says..very nice and it will strike a chord with lots of folk..and good on yer Shami for givin' Grandma immortality and World Wide prominence
i may not always think to do what is expected of me I may be slow but i am sure and thorough. I may not have as much sense as people think i should have, but i have sense enough to do the job that is required of me.
Roses are red, Islanders are brown, That’s my coconut so put it down!! Our Islanders pride We will not hide Our Islander’s race, We will not disgrace, Our Islanders blood, Flows hot&true Our Islanders people will always standby through Thick and thin ‘til the day we die Our Islanders flags Higher than the rest, Because everyone knows, Islanders are the best!! Islanders pride is in my mind, Islanders blood is my kind, So Step aside and let us through Because it’s all about the Islanders crew!!
Written By: Esline Enoch Proud to b an Islander!!!!!!
A TRAIN ACCIDENT AT KADALUNDI RIVER, KERALA, INDIA FOR THE MANGALORE-CHENNAI MAIL, SEVERAL YEARS AGO. AFTER THE RESTORATION OF THE BRIDGE, THE ILL FATED DRIVER TAKES HIS MAIDEN RUN. WHAT ALL THOUGHTS MIGHT NOT HAVE GONE THROUGH HIS MIND....! The following poem is based on the paper report.
As the train approaches the bridge The driver, out of his cabin Passeth a glance unto the river And deep within closes his eyes.
Boundless he weeps, prays in whispering tones And casts an eye over the passing clouds. The rains are now over, it is twilight, He listens to the tale of the passing wind.
Upon the bridge he stoppeth the train, For a moment returns to himself and that rueful eve’. Upon the waters he showers flowers And in deepening sighs prays for the departed souls.
And his thoughts fly back, sees that eve’, Listens to the howling wind, sees rainy hours. He was at the helm, the destined driver- To be among a tragedy and disastrous scenes.
Now, as the train passeth over the bridge He, from his cabin views the gorgeous river. Beyond all ripples and whirls The twilight hues are as silent as his very heart.
Once lived some girlz who were best friends any where they were going they wouldn't leave each other they enjoyed being friends until one day a girl name Alisia had to leave the school to go abroad to live with her parents all the girlz cried they then went back to their homes and started singing oh alisia.. they never forgot alisia they phoned her every 2 years. After, Alisia came back and they had a friendship party and from that day they have been best friends.
May the sun bring you new energies by day, May the moon softly restore you by night, May the rain wash away any worries you may have, And the breeze blow new strength into your being, And then, all the days of your life, May you walk gently through the world, and know its beauty and yours. heart to heart and mind to mind.
Certain moments catch our attention and continue to stir our memories. Here, I am capturing one such moment in life - an evening scene by a riverside where a street singer is pouring forth his music to the moving world around him.
Unto the winds and endless waves He plays a piccolo of olden tunes. Against a sinking sun and a waking moon The piccolo follows a note And drops it among the passers-by.
It is a quiet eve and a river-side. There the piper opens his amorous tunes In search of a comfortable night.
He is serene as the stillness of the scene. In the many corners of the city He is an endless traveler.
And I see an old couple wipe off their tears. Away to the shores of yore They are swept by the wholesome music.
Late into the night he opens his fountain And away he moves into his corner, Emptying his richness; with a richer heart.
Don't we remember this photo during Vietnam war when people are frantically running for shelter from Nepam bomb attack? This attack happened on 8th June 1972. As a youth, I remember having seen this picture on papers. This has gone deep into my heart and whenever I think of the curses of war, this tragic picture ever re-appears in my mind. What for are we fighting - to gain a world by denying a world for somebody? Can our countries remain as friends and better avoid the curses of war? The girl in the picture is Kim Fuk who is seen in the inset as a grown up lady. I am happy to see that she has received a life at the end. May god bless my sister for a prosperous life.
Breaking the silence of night She supplicates unto our eternal dreams. Knocking at our doors She whispers unto our meads and ivory towers-
Of peace that was never won by war, Of promised lands never regained by guns, Of the gentle winds never born out of fire and smoke, Of the conquest of the world thro’ the roaring missiles.
And there, in search of an oasis She flees from a barking world. As the naked truth of war She scampers, lo! In her birthday suit!
A girl of eight, All the way she is in a roaring pain. In raised hands She implores unto our endless nights.
Beyond her cradles and gentle winds She is frantic for a fondling touch. Knocking down all our vanity fairs She is raining unto our hearts and all generations.
I am Stephanie, Its my great ambition to be published so I could earn enough to afford a few surgical procedures that would assist me to be more attractive as a woman. I have written over 250 poems, this is an example of that work.
The background is that during wintertime 2008/9, the tv weathermen were predicting a sudden change of conditions from rain to snow.
Why this should always cause so much shock and eventual hassle in Britain of today no-one really knows but it always seems to doesn't it, so I came up with the following poem entitled "Snow"
The weather forecast, For New Years Day, Is that the rain? Will soon go away.
But in it's place, We say oh no! What we've been told. That they're expecting snow.
Freezing cold days, And even chillier nights. Always look out, In case Jack Frost bites.
So stay inside, And wrap up warm. Put on the fire, And avoid the storm.
Australians are a funny lot, you'll often hear one curse...
This is the first line and I would like to know who wrote it and if I am able to include it in a newsletter that I help to write for people with lung infections. (LARF Lung And Respiratory Friends).
Would you be able to advise me, Jon.
Thanks for any help
Australians are a funny lot, you'll often hear one curse, How things have started badly, and they'll probably get worse, The weathers dry, the sun's so hot it's stolen all the water, The Government has never done the things we think they oughta'.
But if we hear a tourist say his home is much more grand, They had better be prepared to make a very solid stand. For although we Aussies may complain at what's become our lot, When someone knocks this country, we defend with all we've got.
We may criticise some teenage brat, may even wish them failure, But we stand behind them cheering when they're playing for Australia. Because, if this is home to you, the country of your birth, Then you back the native player to beat anyone on Earth.
When the cricket bats are swinging or when someone scores a try, When a home grown horse has won the cup and made the owner cry, When some paralympic athlete hits the front and sets the pace, You'll hear "Aussie Aussie Aussie" as the crowd goes off their face.
And although we like to take a break in overseas locations, If you take the time to question this nomadic population, They will tell you without blinking that wherever they may roam, The best part of the journey was the last bit, ....coming home.
For the sun was never brighter on the beach at Waikiki, Than it is on all the sandy shores Australia has to see, The water never purer nor the air as fresh and clear, The people never friendlier than those that we have here.
If you venture to the outback where grass is scarce as snow, As you swelter you may wonder what it was that made you go, But just look at the locals who have lived there since their birth, And I know you will not find a better class of folk on earth.
All across this wide brown country from the Cape to Hobart town, There are people who will help you when you find the chips are down, And if someone should abuse you, and does it just because, Then that person's not Australian, and that person never was.
So when you feel disgruntled just remember this rendition, And never blame the country for the acts of politicians, Look up and count your blessings when you see our flag unfurled, And be grateful that you live in the best country in the world.
Response from Jon It is an excellent poem and it believed that the Author is called Warren Dakin. His address has been published on the internet as Mr W Dakin, 567 Scrub Rd, Theebine QLD 4570 That's all I know. Perhaps this will be seen by the Author and he'll get in touch or you could write to him
This missing you poem I wrote for my partner that was away for work
Missing you I lay upon our bed at night Without you by my side Missing you like crazy As I wipe my tears aside I try so hard to not be sad But baby your not here I’m laying lonely in our bed Just wishing you were near I love it when I’m in your arms To kiss your lips goodnight I really want you here with me To feel you hold me tight God i sound like such a sook But my heart does ache for you And even with our ups and downs I know our love is true Baby i do miss you And i hate to feel alone I will be hanging for that day That you are coming home They say the heart grows fonder And I really guess that's true But one thing that i know for sure Is I’m in love with you.
Webmaster: Here's a missing you poem by David Harkins from Cumbria. It's about a girl he knew, though not romantically, as he would have liked. She left the area and he poured out his unrequited feelings of love in this poem
You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
You heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
This poem and Chrystal's (if some of the present tense were changed to past) could be interpreted as Missing You...because of death. Indeed that's what happened in the case of David's poem. Someone came across his poem, thought to be an Author Unknown piece and used it in the order of service for her mother's funeral.
That person was none other than Her Majesty, The Queen
She was more like a mother to me than my Orchestra teacher, Her name is Miss Bryant. She helped me through all the things that were too hard for me to get through, anytime i needed her all I had to do was pick up the phone.
We shared so many memories together, happy and sad. I can say that she was the best that I ever had, I came to her every time that I was feeling really sad. I told her every secret in my heart and I know that when I graduate from high school we will never be apart
Miss Bryant not only taught me how to play piano, but also more about God and what He can do. I miss her when we're not together, she was always there with me through any kind of weather.
They asked me one day "Who do I want to be like when I grow up?" and I said "Miss Bryant" with a smile on my face.
Wherever I go in my life I always will know that she will always be there for me and with me through it all, and when I get sad, just think about her and all of the great times and the great memories that we had.