Best Posting Poems
Due to health of Dad, I will not be posting new poems for a while.
Things are going downhill fast....
I will still read other poets when time permits.
Quality time spent with him is more important at this time.
I do appreciate all of you for your support
on my scribbles and for the warm welcome
that has been given me.
If you pray, I will ask for prayers for all involved.
Thank you ahead of time.
We met during the war on this now famous sunny isle
Like a moth to a flame, was her infectious smile
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an MTB
Keeping shipping lanes open, for the Mediterranean Fleet
Whilst the war years progressed you could sense the islands bravery
Heavily bombed and damaged, under threat of Axis slavery
Although we lived amidst, we could only marvel at their spirit and guile
They fought hard for their liberty on that famous sunny isle
I'll never forget the times, endured during this terrible war
Camaraderie became their strength, for what they had fought-en for
Simple life went on, amidst the cafes and the bars
My new found love from this famous sunny isle, became my married dove
We still recall the radio broadcast, declaring that war is over
As we headed back to my homeland, to Scotland and live in clover
The day that we embarked, many a tear fell from our eyes
Looking back at this famous sunny isle, under peaceful azure blue skies
Many a word we spoke, whilst we sailed to Southampton Port
Now demobbed, to a civilian, hopefully the war mongers are brought to court
Although the war years showed their horrors, respect was never far away
This famous sunny isle, wears the George Cross in deserved display
Heading home to Scotland, past fields in harvest bloom
This proud Royal Navy sailor, with his bride and he a groom
We cried as we passed the war torn, not only was it the famous sunny isle
For the war had been so expansive, in it's putrid inhuman vile
We settled on the West Coast, amidst the heather and the glens
Bringing up our boys, praying they'll never be fighting men
Many nights we stayed up, answering questions of our past
From that famous sunny isle, our true love would always last
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When away from my computer,
I will post my poems instead
Finger-pecking on my cell phone,
In the hope that they’ll be read.
Though it takes a little longer
And to errors I am prone,
I am helpless to correct them;
All the blame goes to the phone.
So at times these poems are posted
More than once or even twice,
Leaving me a bit embarrassed
Since just one time would suffice.
When I’m home again, my desktop
Helps correct my every glitch
And the new posts that I enter
Will go off without a hitch.
My apologies to readers
If you see a poem repeat.
Maybe someday on my cell, I’ll learn
Just how I can delete.
{Then}
I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?
{Now}
Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul
I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
very deep.
It's unsettling when a friend stops posting
With no advance notice or explantation of closing
The thought of passing
Is immediately distressing
'Tis human to think negative a natural emotion
They say if you post poems,
to put your name below 'em,
for praise or for blame
or just to show 'em...
that you had time to waste
on something so sans taste.
Not all of them are that way,
just this one here, for today.
This is not an Ode,
I didn't go down that road.
I have no story to tell,
I'm just ringing my bell.
But you know, I still had fun,
my thanks to all of you,
keep writing ... gotta run.
Hey guys sorry for not posting I've just been really busy with my life. And school starts tomorrow so yeah I probably won't be posting poems for a while.
It's unsettling when a friend stops posting
With no advance notice or explantation of closing
The thought of passing
Is immediately distressing
Tis human to think negative a natural emotion
I take you with me where I go
Your carriage is my heart aglow
You ride inside in comfy rooms
My love and my affection blooms
I take you out when I arrive
When I'm with you I come alive
Your troubadour, the red guitar
Wants his bluebird near, not far
I've loved you now for many years
I knew I did I just denied
That it was real, I had my fears
But kept them tucked away inside
I don't deny it anymore
I just enjoy the fact it's you
Who has become my treasure store
A jewel whom no one can outdo
Almost
Decided to make that post
A tweet
That I thought would put on the heat
Entire world could read it
Some may say to me ‘beat it’
Wanted to get things off my chest
Since my blood pressure it did test
Almost I did this vengeful act
Based on an opinion feeling and not fact
Resulting in a meeting where the boss would give me the sack
I said I almost did something like that
Confessing to being a trolling rat
Instead, I caught myself as I sat
And cleared my mind
Decided to decline
Making that post
To the social media ghost
And in the end
No need to defend
My keyboard used instead of a pen
Work I deleted not pressing the button send
So, I will honor my duties of formal host
Giving the award winner the special toast
No telling them what I honestly felt
As they fill their money belt
Tightened in a way
Where it would stay
Silent and quiet
Not stirring any tabloid circus riot
Am I committing a crime worthy of an arrest?
Fibbing about whom was the actual best
In a situation that truly is a mess
Ready to confess
Unless
I went through
With what I was going to do
Almost
Post
About why I did not want to be the tuxedo wearing entertaining host
post a poem
get scolded
there just waiting
pondering
on his next monometer
thoughts racing for a mimic
on his eight foot octameter
once again pondering
if he'll jolt it for yet another mimic
Posting Personal Information Online
By Elton Camp
What facts would you share if you meet
Some unknown person out on the street?
Your interests, work, home & vacation plans
Would you place into his outstretched hands?
Yet, such information posted to a social site
Can be, to one who wants to harm us, a delight
How private will such material actually be?
How can we know who may come to see?
If you wouldn’t put it onto a public bulletin board
Releasing the material online is sure to be abhorred
The reader may be a swindler or a sex pervert
Who will use the things we post to our hurt
So just simply ignore this advice if you will
But be aware that some crook it may so thrill
To post a poem
Show me the post office
Postman whom?
To post a poem
Why do I keep posting, for goodness sake
Once a fictional story turns real
Then it turns to a dream where you dream to awake
When you wake up, again its unreal..
So you have to discover that fables are true
They're not figments of imagination
Truth is so wide these days, only for you
It’s an option of endless vacation
What’s the reason to manage this page, I don’t know
It’s a fool’s business thing I keep doing
I am busy for no one, just making a show
For a day, which another day ruins.