Jon Bratton's

I thought I was alone poem

by shandor collins
(cork city ireland )

I thought I was alone

But when I got home
I saw my friend on the telephone
So he said come here get rid of them fears
I’ll be there when you're in tears

I looked back at my memories
Remembered my worries
I knew at that time
My moment had shined
I’ll be in America with that rhyme
Now I can forget about all the bad times

So here I am in America
Bustin' up my rhymes trying hard
To get put on the new York times
I am trying really hard just to be heard
But I guarantee I will when I get that one word

I got that one word
It brought me far
Now I am in the music business
Playing my guitar
I would never have done this without you
Thanks my dream has come true

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No Shoes Great Blues

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

And to finish
'No Shoes' by John Lee Hooker


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learning how to write poems.

by mary
(usa)

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.

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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.

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I'm winning the race at my pace

by Shamai's Grandma
(israel)


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.

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Islanders

by Esline Enoch
(Nevada)

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!!!!!!

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The twilight hues

by Ravi Panamanna
(Palakkad, Kerala State, India)


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.





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THE LITTLE GIRLZ OF FRANCISCO PRIMARY

by SHANTEL LAWRENCE
(JAMAICA)


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.





END OF THE STORY

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Best Wishes Poem

H2H & M2M


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.

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Poem Inspired by Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

After reading the "Tell Tale Heart" I came up with a poem...


It’s the eye I say
It’s always there
I wish and wish
But it’s always there

Glassy and haunting
I no longer sleep
I go to his room
I must take a peek

And ah! It’s still there!
Too much to handle
Shivers in my spine
It’s too much to handle

Quick snap, I rush
The bed is down
It’s muffled, the scream
He’s just…out of town

In pieces he lies
Under the boards
The heart I hear beating
Under the floor

They know! They know!
They’re just taunting me!
I yell it all out
I go down on my knee

It was the eye I say
It always was there
I wished and I wished
But it was always there

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Rainbows

by Coamhin
(Ireland)


Swallow down another pill,
Eat too much and drink your fill,
`Coz no one wants to feel the pain,
But you can`t have rainbows without the rain,
No you can`t have rainbows without the rain,

Flowers blooming in the spring,
Hues of yellow, red and green,
Coz even nature has to change,
Coz you can`t have rainbows without the rain,
No you can`t have rainbows without the rain,

Sometimes life can leave you broken,
In your quest to be awoken,
And it`s o.k. to feel insane,
Coz you can`t have rainbows without the rain,
No you can`t have rainbows without the rain,


COPYRIGHT: C.F.O`Nuallain.2010



Webmaster: It is assumed that the submitter Coamhin is the copyright holder shown as C.F.O`Nuallain

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A Pilgrim of Infinite

by Ravi Panamanna
(Palakkad, Kerala State, India)

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.



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You're not the boss of me

by Joe Hanson
(Hull, UK)

Youre Not The Boss Of Me
For Kat

Do this, do that, you smoke too much, so stop.
You've stopped, good, but now you're fat, some weight you need to drop.

I want to go shopping, I want you to come, no, you're not going to play PS3.
I have a bill, and you it will drill, Jose, you are coming with me.

You drink too much, you're an alcoholic, so I'm sulking and that is your loss.
Give it a rest, with your test after test, you're acting just like you're my boss.

I love you, J'taime like, so many things about you are so good!
Horny sex, deepest love, I wouldn't change you if I could!

You pecked about this, pecked about that, and quite plainly just do not see.
You can say what you like, and I'll still love you, but you're not the boss of me!


Webmaster says: You're a brave man, Joe. You've inspired me to write this which is an old joke put to rhyme

A meek husband is advised by his shrink
Don't act like a frightened mouse
Go home and assert yourself more
Show her you're the boss of the house

He rushes home, walks in and slams the door,
Tells his wife her treatment of him is a disgrace
"From now on, you're taking orders from me"
He shouts, while shaking his fist in her face

"I want my supper right now, lady
And then go upstairs, and lay out my best gear
Tonight, I'm going out with the boys,
While you stay where you belong. Here!!

And guess who's going to comb my hair,
Give me a shave, and polish my shoes like new"

His wife replies very firmly and calmly,
"The undertaker, my dear, that's who"

Jon Bratton 2011


And for the sake of balance here's a quote from Maxine, a feisty Hallmark Cards character

Dear Lord, I pray for:
Wisdom, To understand a man.
Love, To forgive him and;
Patience, For his moods.
Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death.


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Unto our nights and all generations

by Ravi Panamanna
(Palakkad, Kerala, India)


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.

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Snow

by Stephanie Butterfield
(England)

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"


yours


Stephanie


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.

Copyright by Miss Stephanie Butterfield

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If Only

by Cindy Curay
(Cagayan de Oro City)

If only I can turn back the past
I would make my life fine at last
Free from loneliness, away from it's dust
Nothing to worry what may come so fast.

If only I know what my future is
I should have done better even the best
I should have known what situation is the poorest
And plan what step I must take.

If only I can see the heavens above
Then, I can smile at my mother like a dove
Wearing her wonderful angel's dress
Full of happiness, away from stress.


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Christmas Poem

by Florence Pangelinan
(Pismo Beach, CA. USA)

Let It Snow

Though snow may be piled up outside,
It's warm and cozy where you are.
May Christmas bring you news from friends,
From nearby and afar!

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Australia Day Poem

by Barbara Martin

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

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missing you poem

by chrystal skilton
(qld)

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

Missing You Poem in another sense

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Loss of Pet Poem

by Peter Murray
(Barnsley, South Yorkshire)


Poem about our family Jack Russell called Mindy


Mindy

You were your Daddy’s little girl
A friend so good and true
You brought so much joy to our family
We loved you through and through.

You were a big part of our family
For nigh on thirteen years
But now you’ve gone and left us
With nothing but our tears

No more to see your little face
Pop up over the settee.
No more to see your pleading eyes
As we sit and eat our tea.

No more the Sunday ‘walkies’
Around lake Wintersett
Or the yearly hated health check
At the nearby Newberry’s Vet.


I will miss our daily jaunts.
And your little waddle as you walked.
And my little conversations shared
In a high pitched child like voice.

We hope you did not suffer
As your life it ebbed away.
As in God’s great big garden
You now run and sniff and play.

God bless you little friend
In our hearts you’ll always stay.
Not just for now or until next week
But until our dying day.


Loss of Pet Poem

Webmaster writes:That is a very nice poem
Here's one from me

DOG In Heaven with GOD?

An old man and his dog out walking
Came to the "Welcome to Heaven" sign
The gatekeeper said. "Dogs aren't allowed
But come in old chap, you're just fine"


Said the man "If he can't come in,
Then I'll stay out too"
"Ok but the devil will promise you anything
But he'll only let in you"

The old man and dog went on.
They came to a place with no gate or stile,
Said the old man "Mind if we come in
And sit in the shade for awhile?"

"Come in. Make yourselves comfortable"
"My dog can come in? Is that true?"
The man said "Welcome to Heaven.
And to the dog he said "especially, my namesake, to you"

"You mean this is Heaven?
Dogs ARE allowed? Is that so?
How come that Heaven just down the road
Said they weren't, they said a definite no?"

"That, dear Sir, was the Devil
And he really doesn't play fair
Dogs, they can all come here,
Fickle, disloyal people, they stay there!"

GOD wouldn't allow dogs to be banned
HE created them to be man's best friend
Why would he separate a man and his dog
When their lives finally reach an end?

Of course, both lives rarely end together
So when he goes, take your time to grieve
Then, when it's your turn, expect a welcome
That only a dog can achieve


Jon Bratton 2011


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Appreciation of Teacher poem

by Caty
(UK)

Teacher... Thanks!

Being a teacher is hard and takes A LOT of courage...
Glad You Chose it!
I will miss you!

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Never Will Be Goodbye-Teacher Appreciation Poem

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.

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Poem About Life

by marian
(india)

Life is fair

Life is fair
If you dare
to have the courage
and yet beware,
of pits and holes
along the path,
look where you leap
don’t hurt your heart

Life is fair
It’s just and kind
to those who see
and don’t act blind
to all the good
that comes along
the bad can disappear
with a smile or a song!

Life is fair
Look what I have
A decent job
Kids who I adore
Friends who are
Never a bore
A home of my own
to go to at night.

Life is fair
Its just how one sees
It just got to be right.
How one feels,
and how one thinks
The goodness of life
Passes by in a wink
We are all on its brink

So jump right in
And enjoy what’s there
With not a second thought
Without a care
It’s the moment that counts
It will never return
And leave you forlorn.

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Beauty Is...

by Tina Burton
(Devon UK)

Beauty is...

...From the birds that sing, to the flowers in Spring.
From a baby’s first cry, to a sunrise sky.
From a lamb newly born, to a frosty morn’
From this planet we share, to…
… Everywhere.

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What I love about Wales

by Sarah-Louise Normansell-Thomas
(Wales, Cardiff)

The trees that line the hillsides,
Follow the contours of the land,
From the giant Breacon Beacon peaks,
To the Porthcawl seaside sands.


Some hillsides are man made though,
Left over coal put into mounds,
But nature has taken over now,
Since mining has stopped underground.


Some fields are used for food crops,
When others just for grazing,
But what i love most about Wales
Is the sights are always amazing.

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