Best Bailey Poems
George Bailey, the depressed.
Most of his life, he was stressed.
Thankfully, he changed his life
And didn’t disgrace his wife!!!
A dog named Bailey
Is a basset hound
She would eat all day
If it could be done
She always wants food
Her stomach is never full
At night when tired
Her bed is made up
In the laundry room
a gate to block the door
the whines to what seems
Like hours on end
Whines so loudly
That seems like hours
Only ten minutes
Until it all ends
The infernal bane of Private Beetle Bailey,
Is Sergeant Snorkel who pounds him daily!
Beetle has mastered the fine art of goldbricking,
And somehow manages to survive his daily licking!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day.
The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn
anonymous Medieval lyric
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The maidens came to my mother’s bower.
I had all I would, that hour.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
Now silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
Still through the window shines the sun.
How should I love, yet be so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
I take this to be a naughty, suggestive poem, but one that makes us feel sympathy for a young bride, quite possibly a child bride.
Keywords/Tags: maiden, mother, mother and daughter, bailey, beareth, bell, lily, rose, silver, gold, robes, sun, love, young, youth, girl, bower, bridal shower, wedding, woman, women,
Issy was in first year at Exeter University,
Coming home from a trip to the cinema,
Travelling in a car at 60mph, high velocity,
When they were hit by another vehicle.
Six months in hospital, crushed five ribs,
A severed liver, and a badly broken back,
Left hand with impaired movement, no fibs,
And she was waist paralysed, she did lack.
The hospital was Stoke Mandeville, best,
And as part of her rehabilitation valued,
She did shooting. At Uni she’d had a fest,
In the sport of hockey which she’d shoed.
Someone called Vlad gave her a gun,
Set her arm and hand in a solid posture,
Said “Ok” and that's where it all did sun,
Her career in shooting began in pasture.
To this day she trains at Stoke Mandeville,
Lives in Cirencester in Glousestershire.
She was born on 19th of April in 1994, trill,
And plays badminton and rugby hellfire.
She took part in the Szczecin World Cup,
Poland, in 2014, just a year after starting,
And so made it to Rio where she did sup,
The atmosphere in the P2-10m shooting.
Lone Bailey was a tree hugger since the age of three
Resilient limpet, he clung on ferociously
Now labelled and rejected as a permanent pest
Bailey went his own sweet way avoiding all the rest
His favourite haunts were abandoned places and trees
Scrambling barefoot up them or on his hands and knees
To carving his initials in perpetuity
He beheld grotesque images no-one else could see
Menacingly taunting him to COME HERE AND HUG ME.
Halloween sCARE - Contest
10/11/17
My eyes are filled up, with tears of joy, just watching you play, with your shiny new toys…
The time with you, is filled with bliss, you bring me to my knees, with only a kiss…
Being a Great Uncle, is such a great honor, with your cute smile, I become even fonder…
Mickey & Mason are friends at your side, but family & relatives, take you with pride…
Expressing my thoughts, with words to say, now go get some cake, and start to play…
Happy 2nd Birthday, Ms. Bailey Rae!!!
Love you lots,
Your smile is brighter than the sun...
It makes my heart want to run...
How i feel for you i cant explain...
Thoughts of you are the only thing on my brain...
When you are not here there is pain...
Without you what is there to gain?
Your the anchor that keeps me here...
Your the wheel that helps me steer...
Losing you is my greatest fear...
If that happens then i will shed a tear.....
Back in my birthplace, though it has no dazzle
Jays still fly gracefully by its castle
By the olden hill it stands
As the mill in the hinterlands
Is turning in the wind
Like a tough rhino's skin
Earthen fortress, tough front wall
Yield? Never! I am a barrier tall
Bailey
Written: by Miracle Man
5/31/2020
Because life is much more than a three act play,
we must search out our peace within each day.
When young, we set goals, and big is our dream,
but as hopes are dashed we’re swimming upstream.
life throws us a curve and days become fraughted,
and we begin to wonder about the days we’re allotted..
The next thing we know we’ve succumbed to fear,
we’re losing our grasp on things once we held dear.
So, be strong, be cautious, but not overly fearful,
make each day count and your attitude cheerful.
At the cross, Jesus willingly, became our bailor,
so we can’t allow fear, to make a virus, our jailer.
Our earthly days are about change and surprises,
just remember, through each challenge- cream rises.
For all these years
How have you been the only one
who has never escaped my memories
What is it about you
What is the secret beyond you
which draws me so very close to you
Silver Winter
was it my chance to forget you
or keep you buried among my thoughts forever
It was never like you would leave anyway
Your blonde hair and increasingly haunting emerald eyes
encased in the colorless hint of a shade of night
from the makeup around your eyes to your fingertips
What is it about your description
that makes you more of a drug than an antidote
for I find my mind dipping into my pen
magically tracing a picture of your face
mentally drawing a depiction of how your appearance
would appeal to me
And why, I can't find the answer
And why, I still can't figure out
And why, I believe I will never know
Why you've chosen me to haunt
Why it's you I'm so determined to see
Why in my head I can whisper I love you
like I've known you my entire life
like you're not name picked from a twisted dream
like you're not just something in my imagination
like you're not someone make believe
like you're not someone I don't even know
Who are you
Bailey
Who are you
Bailey
please if you are real
prove it to me
Bailey
was that clothing store in my dream
our tryst or was it a setting I was never aware of
or was it just a setting that's also make believe
Bailey
appear to me, appeal to me
Bailey
Who are you
Bailey
Why are you more of a drug to me than antidote
Bailey
Who are you
Your hair is as gold as the Texas sunrise,
and the prettiest blue skies have nothing on your blue eyes.
Yes i am talking about daddies little girl
you mean the world to me, you are my whole world.
Ever since you were born there has benn a special bond,
you hold my heart in your palm.
Now you are getting big and i am trying to stay calm
because you are and forever will be my baby girl
Your honor if I may
On behalf of my client I say
Who was in fact wearing the cheese
The cheese was not, if u please
The evidence is as follows
Five marbles, a peg for clothes
Two odd socks, rubber nose
And the cheese of corse
If I may address the court
And manipulate your thoughts
Imagine my client juggling the balls
While fitting on the rubber nose
Useing what is now known
As a peg for clothes
Two odd socks with no spare
Could easily become a pair
But the issue we have here
Cheese, my lord and peers
As you can clearly see
By the size of the actual cheese
My client was infact never
Treated to feel lesser
As to think it a possibility
To drape my client over the cheese
It is as clear as the evidence
The cheese was worn by my client
I am the taker of your sanity.
Have I lost my humanity?
What I see before me can’t be true.
Nikki, I see the wrong version of you.
So obsessed with you I was for years.
But now my eyes feel flooded with tears.
The wish I made I know now was ungodly.
I only wanted though for you to love me.
That “One Willow Branch’ I had to break,
but I’ve turned you into someone who is fake.
Logic and compassion, Nikki, you now lack.
How I wish my wish I could take back.
As if in a trance you smile and come creeping,
and I think you even watch me as I’m sleeping.
We’re playing now a game of cat and mouse.
You even tried to trap me in my own house.
My need to possess you turned you jealous and insane.
The real you, Nikki, is shrieking in my brain.
To set you free, I must kill myself although
I’ll leave you in a mess! Oh why
did I ever break that “One Wish Willow.”
3 Cups of sliced portabella mushrooms
3 Cups of sliced Onions
2 Cups of Sliced Red Peppers
1/2 cup of sliced Garlic
1/4 cup of worishire sauce
1/3 cup of crumbed cooked bacon
1/4 brownsugar
2 cups of Mambo sauce
% cups of Philly Style CheeseSteak
Sautee veggies, brown meat
mix sauce and brownsugar
Mix together and cover
allow to stand in a oven on 250 heat for
2 hours.
Serve on toasted hoagie bread and cheese
with fries and kethup!
She tryna get me to ask her for a date or sumthang!