Well done Mikeeee

See it's good to join in


And it Bumps the thread

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Typos

Edited at 08:41 Mon 16/11/09 (GMT)

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Mike, That was beautiful.

I love the emotional content

Race to 9000 posts

There's a race going on in the Forum
To see posts who can get more on
It is between Grae and Dgen
They will be posting again and again

It was started by Begger you know
He created a thread and said go
People are saying will it'll be Dgen or Grae
But whoever gets there first we'll shout hooray

So this will count as one more Post
But Dgen, he has got the most
So let the posts be like grains sand
On the race to nine thousand

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I?
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.




Edited at 12:53 Wed 18/11/09 (GMT)

Brilliant Dec

Really enjoyed it



Edited at 13:10 Wed 18/11/09 (GMT)

Good poems :)


The race is on for Dgen and G
But there is only one winner to me
Though i say good luck to both men
I want G to win..im so sorry Dgen !

Nice poem

Thanks PPPaula x

Twas only likkle short and sweet
:O just like me and me feet
Your most welcome dear Grae
Just win the race hip hip hoooray!

I should be studying measurement,
if I dont it will be to my detriment.
Can you measure a stairs?
I cant without pulling out hairs.

Threads, waist, risers and going,
but not everything on the drawing
appears to be showing.
Oh yes this subject is boring.

It fills be with dread,
to post on this thread,
wondering will my poem be read,
or should i leave it unsaid.

that subject was boring,
but now my mind is racing
quicker than paula's little feet are pacing,
all while my brother is snoring.

Well done Dec great one

PPPaula here's the one I promised

Thanks
Here's thanks to PPPaula and Bob
Who came and did a good job
Helping me to post to try and win the race
And feel the Sunshine on their Face

They came from the dark side to help
Because of them my posts have swelled by ranks
But when they felt the sun there was a surprised a yelp
So one more time to PPPaula and Bob I say thanks

sacred heart ~ Get over to pool with ur poems! Great stuff, poem thread on pool is my fave, lots of memories there for me :)

G ~ Awwww thankyou, thats lovely

i dont have posting rights on the darkside p

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww @ ^^^^


Here's one ive just posted over there:

Anyone can make a rhyme up
Whether its good or bad
A few words thrown togeher
Make them happy or even sad

But some just like to read them
Read creations of others thoughts
So feel free to leave a mark
Maybe yours or from all sorts

Cos a poem is a great read
Whether its short or long
So please keep posting them verses
Right here where they belong

To true PPPaula nice one


Come on Guys let's have a few poems

grae asked for a poem
and i guess il have to show him
that i can use rhyme
all of the time

short and sweet
no more talk of feet
click post and end
so much less to defend

random stupidity for the sake of bumpin the thread

A cold winter breeze blows,
kids, inside hoping for the first snows,
the trees sway and bend with the wind,
will the bad weather ever rescind?

A bleak Christmas in store,
to spend with those we adore,
away from the wind and the rain,
to venture out would be insane.

A blackbird scratches the ground,
not even a worm to be found,
the impenetrable covering of frost,
this poor life to be lost.

Some find solace in drink,
their run nearly at an end,
no Christmas cheer, the end near.
Frozen and forgotten.

This is funky snooker
it isn't funky pool
people thinks its awesome
or others think its cool

It is a drug to some
or for some its to past some time
newbies and virtuso's
if you lose its not a crime

This poem is not as good as others
i have still got alot to learn
sacred and grae
i will now pass my turn

Teach me a lesson
not on the table but in here
anyone can ryhme
but it helps once you have had a beer.

Dec - lovely well done

Danny - welcome to poems And what a way to start, great


Going to have to do a bit myself to keep up

Gentle rocking of the train,
intriuging yet mundane,
all part of the rat race,
Destination, all gone without a trace.

Coming from all around,
hearing that familiar sound,
picking up speed leaving some behind,
new passengers elsewhere to find.

Countrysides and towns flash by,
a young child playing with a noisy toy,
some sleep and dream of far away places,
all while the train goes through its paces.

Slowing to a stop,
its load to drop,
everybody rise to their feet,
leaving behind their warm empty seat.

edit: typos

Edited at 22:54 Mon 30/11/09 (GMT)

Well done Dec

Keep them coming