How many poet's are among us? (page 2)

Englishman

It was in the month of Liverpool

And the city of July

That the rain was snowing heavily

And the streets were very dry.

Englishman, regressing.

arrowstar

Certainly not me. But there are some here. Will...Robdar...lovely works

Lisa

I have been writing since I was little...never had anything offically published, but I did write a poem about a friend who died from drinking and driving and the local fire department uses it every year around prom time. I hope it touches some people so they aren't that stupid to do something like that.

In high school I had started a novel, it ended up being tossed out accidently one day while cleaning :( I have yet to start writing again.

I will share one with all of you...it's a little silly, but I was young and had to write a hyku for school:

Little winged green fly

Flying so innocently

Gets sqaushed by big truck

Garnet

Beans

Check out some great JW poetry here!

http://www.geocities.com/avalon_dream/Jehovahs_Witness_Poetry

stephen

Escape Xmas

Escape Xmas (Schmexmas) for a while at my pad

You might find it's not that bad

Nowadays X doesn't happen here

Except of course for the wine and beer

So please come before or on the day

Or even spend boxing evening away

Go out to your car and then hop in

And drive to my place and just drop in

At the risk of sounding completely soppy

I'd like to invite you over for coffee

You don't have to plan or dress up fine

You can come and visit me anytime

But please phone up before you come

Just to make sure that I?m at home

I won?t be in London or Bainbury (wherever that is)

But I might just be up at Sainsbury

We can talk about life and be social

It might prevent us being parochial

We could play cards or scrabble or watch TV

Or just sit and talk and have biscuits and tea

Or go to the gym and lose some weight

And go swimming or training I think its great

To go for a picnic down by the sea

Or have a Barbecue just you?se and me

Or cycle out somewhere amongst the trees

(I?m just dying to see your knees)

Or walk in the forest in days of sun

Or even maybe go out for a run (maybe not)

Or do some computer work or sing a song

Or even play darts or perhaps mah jong (I?ve always wanted to)

A social life is our big need

And could help stop us going to seed

Most of our lives are just spent rushing

And it always helps to be discussing

So come to my pad and have a rest

And you?ll regain your for life zest

And if you don?t want to respond to this rhyme

Well ? stay at home ? but have a good time

Lionel Harmsworth

stephen

Sorry Lisa - Lionel Harmsworth is my real name - well - almost

This one's about jazz

See you down the road

where we?ll play it all

It?ll be a gas

also a ball

and cool

where everyone has

flowing harmonies

and fecund chords

enticing melodies

and moving words

See you down the road

The evening will be mellow

pregnant from the day

of sun

in which a fellow

can get things done

and be on his way

See you down the road

where the tune

in it?s glory

echoes in the moon

and becomes another story

of listeners who dream

of days gone by

and the sky

becomes what they mean

But not only sorrow

is their mind

Sensuous hopes for tomorrow

will help things unwind

leaving things behind

behind

See you down the road

where we?ll love to play

on another day

Somewhere down the street

we?ll meet

and say

it was a good day

(there's more!)

maybesbabies

I am a poet, but not a very good one. I've only been published through poetry.com, and it's basically just a book of shlocky amatuer work printed up to get you to buy the book, since no one else is really going to buy it. I guess I can post a poem of mine:

Loves Demise:

Romeo has left the building, Cyrano has taken leave,

Cassanova caught a virus, DonJuan died last Tuesday eve.

Women faint, or fall to weeping, men hurrah, and cheer this day.

First chivalry, inured with Arthur, now winged love has flown away.

Autumn's come to reap it's holdings, winters frosty rime does cling,

Love accepts this withered knowledge, that no seeds will be sown this Spring.

I like writing goofy poetry!!! ~Tamar

mouthy

Thanks Beans -I would never have found it without your help (((HUG)))Great poetry

stephen

I have several poems published (which is easy if you buy the book) and also have a collection ready for publishing but - it costs! (and who will buy?)

someone told me it's possible to earn money reading poems - your own - I guess - will have to look into that

anyway

here's more

White Swan Dunstable Sunday Mornings

Sad faces in the pub

reflections of deep intent

Glints and shadows of sound

cavort amongst conversations

muted in their shout

to be heard

above minstrels

strained in a clump

for their joint release

Inventions supreme

tribes strangers

into silence

memories

and wonder

Shy applause

an accolade

of conquest

concurrence

with discipline

and moods

preconceived

on yesterdays

Such free delight

ensconced

in a wild world

has banal hues

and intensity turns thin

amid external deprivation

The opposites appear

and not melodiously

Excellence becomes

selfish mediocrity

And yet we play alone

Music is of now

And fades

Into silent echoes

Eventually

Lionel Harmsworth (stephen)

moonwillow

I've been writting poetry since I was a kid.

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