Kwak i know what i want it to mean lol                                                                                                                                                                              

rymes with skunk kwak darlin lol                                                                                                                                                                             

To My Friends

When you are sad,............. I will get you drunk and help you
plot revenge against those who made you sad.

When you are blue.......... I'll try to dislodge whatever's choking you.

When you smile............ I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared......... I will rag you about it every chance I get.

When you are worried......... I will tell you horrible stories
about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused........ I will use little words to explain
it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick....... Stay away from me until you're well again,
I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall...... I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath............... I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?........ Because you're my friend.
                                                                                                                                                                             

very good bj                                                                                                                                                                             

See how good i am to you Drobs Lady                                                                                                                                                                               

Tiny speck of life
mindless little being
wandering across my ceiling

by whose authority do you invade my thoughts
who sent you on your endless quest
backwards,forwards, retracing your steps

do you really have a purpose in life?
were you never told, or maybe like the rest
you were manufactured and simply left
to live life until your death

by littlechick xxxx

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.

When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked                                                                                                                                                                              

I keep my snowman in the freezer
Just behind the pies
He likes it there, he told me so
I can see it in his eyes.

I made him on a cold, cold morning
When the snow was fresh and deep
Now he sits in the freezer
Near the fish that we got cheap.

I keep my snowman in the freezer
And look at him each day.
If I’d left him in the garden
He’d simply have melted away.

But now he’s like my Grandma
Living somewhere safe and nice;
He’s in a frosty, snowy palace
On a throne of coldest ice.

I keep my snowman in the freezer
Near a lump of frozen beef
And I’ve got a treat for him in August:
I’m taking him to Tenerife!

You are a shining star in a dark cold sky, 
Shining bright, distracting, drawing my gaze,    
Beams of kindness flood my eye,
Seeing out cold nights into warm days.

Now who wrote that???

                                                                                                                                                                             

There was a young man of Dundee Who got stung on the arm by a wasp When asked " does it hurt?" He replied "no it don't" "and i'm glad it wasn't a hornet"     I'll get mi coat.                                                                                                                                                                             

  and don't forget to do the buckles up, yea?                                                                                                                                                                               

Lime it sounds a wee bit Bronte-ish ?                                                                                                                                                                              

How kind!!! I am published you know!!                                                                                                                                                                             

Yes but being on the worlds most wanted list is not quite the same !!!

You taught me how to love you by
The way that you loved me;
And by your unseen sustenance,
To see what you could see.

You gave to me through who you were
The gift of what I am.
Your pride in me is now my pride;
Your faith, my caravan.

Your life does not conclude with death,
Nor will it end with mine,
For all the lives I touch, you touch,
And so on through all time.

Lovely BJ,, but plagiarised,,, mine is all me, an extract of one to a missing far away friend.   A star is a sun, giving warmth though far away, you can still see it, connect, and it gives pleasure.   The rest of it is between me and her,,,,                                                                                                                                                                               

hey i meant no offence and i just like that verse

memories and words for missing loved ones is always personal
                                                                                                                                                                             

BJ,, I thought I was the div!!                                                                                                                                                                             

Not strictly a poem, but a song, written by Harvey Andrews, often now quoted as a poem. Brought to mind by the "protest" thread. (Have the tissues handy)

Soldier
In a station in the city a British soldier stood,
Talking to the people there if the people would.
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again. 'Come join the British Army!' said the posters in his town,
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown.
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the floor The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
There was no time to cry or shout there was no time to moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
                                                                                                                                                                             

Always made me cry when I heard this Lou                                                                                                                                                                               

She dwelt among untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were non to praise, And very few to love   A violet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye, Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky   She lived alone,and few could know, When she ceased to be, But, she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!   Willie Wordsworth