Thread: Own poems

slizzy

Chris

Well Slizzy thats sweet of you , its nice to be back

Poor Star she has to always put up with all my chat

Games room i like to have a go even if i blunder on

You can bet on it im the one that will do it wrong

But life is having fun and always try to smile

Even get words wrong ,but its all worth while

You all are such a friendly bunch at all times,its such a pleasure

This little room with all its poems is a real treasure

Genealogy is such a great hobbie to discover

Even greater here as members help one another

So Mary ,Star , Slizzy thanks for your welcome home

Nice to see you all after my short roam

petal

I've hit a great big stumbling block
In my family history tree
Pendereds ? Think I've got them all
Must have or where would they be ?

I've chased them round for a long time
They didn't escape me then
I captured them and locked them up
Some time...........oh way back when.

Haddons ? Yes, I've got them too
Well all that I can find
And Smiths ? Best not to mention them
Else I'll go out my mind !!

My files are full and bulging
With names and photographs
I'm now fed up with all of them
At the end of my 'history' path !

What can I do if I find no more ?
Does it come to a full stop ?
What do folk do when they get this far
And hit this stumbling block ?

Do they, like me, get right fed up
And put it all away
And wonder why they started it
And the price they've had to pay ?

With sleepless nights and dreaming
Of folk who've long since died
And every waking hour spent searching
For an elusive bride

And census sheets that go to prove
That Arthur, Bert or Sam
Just weren't the chaps you thought they were
And you've followed the wrong man ?

The endless seeking, night and day
Till eyesights growing dim
And Great Grandfather disappeared
There's just no trace of him

And endless ag. labs, shoemakers
Horsekeepers and housemaids
All called Tom or Elsie
(Or was that their middle name ?)

My minds just like a ball of wool
All tangled and in knots
Cos folk I think I've just discovered
I find I've already got !!

It's no good, must call it a day
Stand back and tell myself
That just for now, maybe it's best
I leave my family on the shelf !

Chris

petal

Smiths ? Oh Chris I can't cope
I've looked and looked some more
They're all called John or William
I've only found four !!

The rest although I thought were mine
I found that I was wrong
Just when I thought I'd got them
To someone else they did belong !

My head was buzzing round and round
Cooks, Evans, Francis Jones !
No date for him except a year
You should have heard me groan !

He married Agnes, I was told
And Agnes I thought I'd got
From little Souldrop village
Sadly, her it was not !

Least I don't think it was her
The dates they just don't match
Course -info I've got could be wrong
She might be one of my batch.

I did find out that little Doris
Whos Mum died very young
Was 'fostered' to her grandad
The Poor House paid him a sum.

For some months money was paid out
And then it stopped - but why ?
And was she in the Workhouse ?
Can't find her Dad - Bill Knight.

A rellie told me a family fall out
Over business deals
Caused Bill Knight to be sent away
So far overseas.

Australia it's said he went
Leaving wife and kids behind
They were to follow later
But then his wife........she died !

The children, Doris and her brothers
And her sister, Min
Did they go into the workhouse ?
Before grandad stepped in ?

It's all a muddle, I'll never know
There's no-one left to ask
Poor Mum she's been quite poorly
So its become quite a task !

Hence the need to shelve it
Leave it all for a while
And put my family, all of them
On my shelf in a neat pile.

One day, I'll look at them again
With fresh eyes I might see
Who married who, what happened
To these folk who made me 'me'

Chris

Chris

Hi little room just popped into see , were have our poets gone

I know i havnt been here again , hope nothing wrong

Well my tale aint that good , caught a lousy a bug

Poor face, lips sore can only have a hug

Well told Star i was dying downwards, dont do colds

But no sympathy , no grapes, no flowers , no poor you , i cant be bold

But poor star she never said at first but she has the same

Not like me i just complain

so best i shut up and moaning i must not, ok star i will be good

Did though say a poem i wouldxxxxxxxxx

anny

Oh poor Chris , it's such a shame no sympathy you've found!
There's no-one to commiserate, there's nobody around.
You know why that is, don't you, its because of that new site,
We're all so busy, back and forth between the two each night,
Limericks and so on, games and recipes and all
Its a wonder that we find the time to visit here at all .
And what is more, that Starlight's brought her word games back again,
So when I do come here at last I have to work the brain,
Sitting here frustrated trying to find a blasted link
And giving up because its's just impossible , I think,
Only to find, five minutes later, someone smarter than I am
Has posted the right answer, now it looks so obvious - damn !
( But should you read ths, Star, please take it with a pinch of salt
because you know I love your games, if I'm dim it's not your fault ).
But anyway, the reason for this poem was just to say
That it grieves me greatly, Chris, to find you in this sorry way
And I'm sending lots of sympathy, you can feel the vibes, I trust.
Just wrap yourself in cotton wool, and rest, don't cook or dust.
I hope that you'll feel better soon, poor face no longer sore
So you can be yourself again, our cheerful Chris once more.
And as for our friend Starlight, she who does not complain
I send wishes that she also will soon be as right as rain.

anny.

Chris

Oh Anny that was so sweet of you , feel better now

Star knows me too well , i have a moan and how

But shes realy so good and does help all she can

My writing at times gets me in jam

So pleased you called in, as for the games

I find it hard but love to tease me brain

Starlight

Chris has been on holiday
I asked her where she went
A place called Lazarotti
I'm not sure that's what she meant.

She sent me a postcard
Put on a foreign stamp
To find a postbox was too hard
So she packed it in her case

She posted it in England
But is nowhere to be seen
She could have added another stamp
But Chris was far too mean.

Sorry Chris - only joking, but couldn't get the end to rhyme.