Thread: Own poems

Chris

that was good xxxxxxxx

La Manga

Happy Birthday Daddy
Happy Fathers day my Dad
It makes this weekend for me
really rather sad

I.m sure you can remember
when I stretched my pocket out
and just bought the one present
but gave it lots of clout

Can you recall the opera
and the night in the hotel
shhh I will not let them know
that your enjoyment you did tell

that was when with Thelma
I tried for you and her
but really did have to say
this presant you must share

and my lovely darling dad
you recuperated my cost
you handed me a birthday cheque
for the amount I would have lost

I would pay that cost in threefold
and give much on top
just to have you close again
hey dad u arn't a flop

but you have gone to pasture new
where all pain goes away
So I say Happy Birthday Dad
and happy fathers day

petal

Oh Jac you've just reminded me
Father's Day I just forget
Cos Dad's not here....no card to make
No little gift to get.

Well, when I say he's not here
He never went away
He's sitting here beside me
Every single day

He watches every move I make
When I'm puzzled.........he knows
As I struggle for the answers
On a 'pop quiz' radio show.

When I don't know what words to rhyme
For every little verse
He leaves it for me to work out
(I admit sometime I curse )

But it's only right, I have to do things
My way and not his
From the silly to the serious
Like the radio 'pop quiz'

If things go wrong, it's up to me
To try and put them right
So 'Thankyou Dad' I know you're there
With me...........just out of sight

petal

Oh dear.....it feels I've not been here for a time
To put on my brain and pen a small rhyme
Whats happened just lately? Well.........not a lot
I got some geraniums........put them in pots
Bill sorted his veg pots.........set them on slabs
Now we've got more space than we once had !
We're now thinking spring onions, spinach maybe
Carrots.........who knows what next it might be.
Price of food now, we;ll just grow our own
Well some of it anyway..........freshly home grown.
The builder .........he should have come but didn't show
Miffed ? I'll say I was...........least he could have phoned !
Maybe tomorrow ? Well..........we'll wait and see
If not he'l be getting a phone call from me !!
Money's so tight Bill's creating a pile
Of metal to take to the scrapyard in a while
Old guttering, kettles an old box of spanners
Oh.........tomorrow I just might get a free scanner !
On a free site I found it .........plus a TV lead
That boosts up the signal that Bill says we need
Now what else has happened ??..........my minds gone numb
So it can't be much can it ??? ........oh.....how about Mum ?
Well she's much the same, some days up..........and some down
Somedays she's laughing...........somedays wears a frown
Oh.........look at the time..............I must ring my son
I phoned him a bit ago...........he said 'ring back mum'
So ring back I'd better.........while I've got the time
So thats my week ............sorry... not much to put in a rhyme

Chris

The Lady Marion

When I was a little girl my Dear Old Dad God Bless him would tell me the most lovely stories and read poems to me from my story books. He would even dress up sometimes and bring the story to life. One in particular I would like to share with you all. Dad would make a Pirate Hat out of News Paper and I would wear my black Eye Patch. Now I,m the Pirate and share this same poem with my two Grandchildren. Hope you like it....



I saw a ship a sailing,
a sailing on the sea.
And it was deeply covered with all lovely things for me.
There were Raisins in the cabins,
and Almonds in the hold.
The sails were made of silk while the masts were made from gold.
There were four and twenty white mice running around the decks with four and twenty ribbons tied around their necks.
The Captain was a duck who wore a little hat and when the ship began to move the Captain said QUACK QUACK.


Love You Dad. Your Always in my heart.


Your Girl Marionxx

anny

I recently had to take medicine
The instructions said ' mix in a cup '
First this powder went in
And then, carefuly measured,
Went water, which made it fizz up.

Now, you'll think that all seems prety simple,
Any child could do that, you will say,
But the measuring part
Had me all of a dither,
I was tempted to throw it away.

For the quantity given was metric,
Which meant that I just had to guess,
As I use fluid ounes,
And not mililitres,
So I did that, and hoped for the best.

Because I'm just not metric-minded
It's Imperial measures I use,
So to weigh or to measure
Not kilos and litres,
But still pints and ounces I choose.

I used to know how to roast chicken,
Twenty minutes per pound, twenty more,
But now they all come
Weighing kilos and grammes,
And it doesn't make sense as before.

When you know that a pound's sixteen ounces
It's so simple to work out the rest,
But given a number
Of grammes in their hundreds
My brain isn't up to the test.

I'll always resent being metric
Because Europe is, so must we be ?
It's not as if we
Were consulted at all -
Did they ask you ? They didn't ask me.

When they finally phase out the measures
That our forbears worked out long ago
Now part of our language,
Our culture and history,
Will we care, or just let them all go ?

Oh, let's not forget their beginnings,
When an inch was the width of a thumb,
A man's hand would measure
The height of a horse,
Furrow's length would a furlong become.

And the size of a field that one man and his oxen
Were able to plough in a day
We know as an acre,
While with ' rod pole or perch '
He encouraged his beasts on their way.

And there's bushels and pecks, then there's barleycorns,
Three of those lined up measured an inch,
And the salt you could hold
Between finger and thumb ?
Well, obviously, that's a pinch !

anny.

Chris

Brilliant Anny xxxx

nanna

I agree Chris, FANTASTIC Anny, and like you am not happy with metric in any shape or form, lol

Nanna

anny

Thankyou both, glad you liked it.
Well, I did promise, Chris ! I'm just sorry it took so long.
anny.