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Premium Member The Things Our Parents Said

The Things Our Parents Said
By Robert (Bob) Moore

The things that we remember, from days of long ago
we believed, it was all true, our parents told us so
we now know they were kidding us, a trick on me and you
to make us do just what it was, they wanted us to do

If I was pulling funny faces, from something that was said
my mam would tell me “stop it”, and then she’d shake her head
you’ll be sorry, she would say , “for if the wind should change”
that’s the look you’ll have forever, everyone will think you’re strange

we were told, “to catch the worm, we had to get up early”
you had to “eat all of your crusts, if you wanted your hair curly,”
if you “asked a stupid question, you would get a stupid answer.”
and if you dared to answer back, that would be disaster

it did not matter what went wrong, “a cup of tea would fix it”,
if you were at your Granny’s place, you might even get a biscuit 
“you will live by my rules, while your living at my place”                  
“because I said so, that’s why”, and “wipe that look off your face”

“if all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too”
 “I just hope when you have kids, they’re all as bad as you”
“don’t you dare do what I do, you just do what I say,”
“I’ll even help you pack your bags, if you want to run away”

“be a pigs foot in the morning”, that is what my dad would say 
if I ever hurt myself in some really stupid way
I didn’t want a trotter, growing from my arm or brain
don’t “Kak your Keks”, it’ll soon heal up, and “you’ll be right as rain”

If there’s kids starving in China, does it help to eat my food
“I’ll have to wash your mouth with soap”, if you don’t stop being rude
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you”, “don’t take that tone with me”
“I’ll give you something to cry about” just you wait and see.

We all remember things we heard, and promised not to say
but now and then our parents training, just gets in the way
and we find that we are sounding, just like our parents did
and passing these silly sayings, down the line, and to our kid

When I Go Deep Down

When I go deep down
to find a cause behind
I find nothing but a Seeker
and a causeless causer
 
This earth is round 
with which are so bound
Everything  revolves around
like the circles of the smoker
 
Roaming around the world
being a globe trotter
Everybody seems to be a part of 
same story of the same writer
 
Running to be a better
climbing the success ladder
But valley on the sides
becomes deeper and deeper
 
Tried being a friend
a healer and a lover
But the distance always became
more longer and longer
 
There was no start
and there will not be any end
The show will always be on
with the smiling Joker
 
Nobody will be escaped
either king or a beggar
All will float in peace
sooner or a later

Premium Member Someone Just Like Me

"I'd bet on Someone Just Like Me", the lovely stranger said.
"I know the odds are long, but I just have this lucky feeling!"
The bookies gave a 10 to 1 for her prized thoroughbred,
I knew the odds for Reader Of The Stars were more appealing.

I placed my bet, the race began, my horse led out and out,
He passed by Harry Trotter, and had Hay Girl on the run,
He'd hold off Maple Stirrup, and beat Princess Peach, no doubt
But then, as though she'd seen a crystal ball, her longshot won!

Just like her odds, my hopes seemed dim in searching for a wife.
I hoped that lovely stranger at the track might be my honey -
The lucky day I'd longed for she would enter in my life?
I looked - the woman of my dreams was gone, just like my money.


Written 7 Sep 2020
Phrases in Bold are required by the contest
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.


The Reunion

The Reunion

I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is sporting no hair.

These people don’t look as I remember,
Some are grey, some old and some fat.
Willy Heather is in parliament as a member,
Lisa Tabby, has brought her new cat.

The years haven’t been kind to Tim Jolly,
But made a looker of Beverley Sprite.
Dandy Beano is still a right wally,
Sharing bad jokes and drinking all night.

Danny Sergeant has just left the army,
With a medal to make us all proud.
Des Troy clenches a fist and goes barmy,
Describing his war, to an avid small crowd.

Trudy Trotter now owns a small Pig farm,
Making bacon for the town folk of Wick.
Amy Fry prints Tee shirts “Keep Calm”,
and Tim Throup left early, feeling sick.

The problem with the old-school reunion,
Is the boasting, tall tales and the rest.
Familiar old faces, but no playground fun.
Why did I reply, to my reunion request?
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.

Clumsy

Clumsy was  Mumsy's daughter
                                       And she was  a globe trotter
                                                  While in Spain 
                                                     In disdain
                                        She kissed Mr. Kumsy's otter

Their Final Race

A figure, sickle in hand, wearing a dark cloak
approached a couple of woodland creatures.
He decided to choose them due to their features.
The Hare he noticed was a nimble and fast bloke,
and a Tortoise who would continue on no matter.

He offered them a race.  (Something they’ve done before)
The grand prize to be announced at the end.
The finish line had yet to be decided, somewhere past the bend.
Hare needed to hear no more, ready to settle the score.
Tortoise agreed in his slow and quite manner. 

With a wave of his sickle the race had begun
Hare as always is off like a flash nothing ahead but this goal
Tortoise picks up his claws and started his march, a stroll
Neither knew how long it was of a run,
till they would reach that finish banner.

Hare fly’s down the road nothing in his way
All sights around just a blur 
Sounds ignored like a rambling slur
As his energy began to fade away
He decided it was time for a rest, by the water 

The Tortoise with his steady pace
Looked around seeing all to be seen
A little butterfly at his side, the trees so green
Sounds of the birds chirp, water bubbling apace
Continuing on at his steady trotter

As day turns to night and just past the dawn
The Tortoise walks past the Hare
“Good morning my friend how do you fair”
The Hare startled awake, stretches with a yawn
“I’ll catch you Tortoise without bother” 

Hare catches Tortoise with his quick gate
Suddenly a line appears and there he stands 
The figure with sickle in hand.
“Ah you tied!” he says “Let’s learn the winner’s fate.”
“Welcome both of you to your death.” he said in calm candor

“This is no prize! I won this race!” said the Hare in a huff
“Oh but there is a prize that you both receive, which is the winner will depend.
Your prizes are the memories from this race. They will be all you have for now till times end”
Death said with a smirk. The Tortoise looking around lets out a puff.
Hare arguing it’s not fair, while Tortoise agrees and takes one last gander.

Hare realizing that he has nothing to remember,
No sight, sound, smell or friends from blind sight of his goal,
begins to ball uncontrollably as he enters his eternity alone, dark and cold.
Tortoise now resting by the water he saw, the sweet smells of September,
with his butterfly friend to talk to forever in such a pleasant manner.


Passion For Life

Morning breaks the day
I wake
Wipe the small crumbs from my eyes
At first mornings glance
Things are but a bit blurry
I render the thoughts of the day
Pausing only for a moment
Prioritize

First order
Coffee
Than a smoke
Out stretched arms 
With refreshed legs
Stumble to the kitchen
Java
My nectar
It gives life, life

I'm ready
Out the door I go
Eagerly awaiting today's events
New experiences
Another place
A new face to memorize
Something significant
Is this the day
But then isn't every day
Experience my passion 
Life

Live well today
Tomorrow may not come



Written by Christopher Trotter
Typed by his daughter
Jessica Trotter

Dedicated To William Star

Premium Member Del Boy Trotter and Rodney Trotter

Del Boy Trotter
Money making plotter
Sells dodgy bent gear and smokes a cigar
Drives a yellow three wheeler T.I.T company car.

Rodney Trotter
Del's little brother, sidekick and cop spotter
A dipstick, a wally, a plonker or Dave
With two GCEs he feels like an under-paid slave.


(Trotters Independent Traders) (T.I.T)


Only Fools and Horses

Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest

Sponser Joseph May

Written 21.10.21

Learn To Swim!

Take a swim: plunge into water
At first probably be a trotter
Pretty soon you'll be like an otter!

The Sea

In the midst of a cool breezy night...
Lies the essence of wonder in sight...
A soft ray of light glistens on the ocean...
Sets the mood now deep in motion...
Rushing waves breaking on the shore...
Shhh! Listen, and hear much more...
Sound of Silence... 
Sound of Peace...
Gives the feeling of sweet release...
See the pebbles softly lie...
Within the sand beneath the sky...
In the air a sweet perfume...
Begins to surface begins to bloom...
Come now land! 
Come now sea!
Join together in unity!
A sweet aroma you will bring...
A flood of salt upon your wings!
So let us now take you in...
And see your beauty deep within...
That we might share of your abundance...
Which God has given without repentance...


Written By: Teresa Trotter

Premium Member The World and Lifestyle of a Tycoon

He sure enjoys 
his life of Reilly; 
lavishly living it up! 
A globe-trotter. 
A man-about-town. 
He's a big hit 
with the ladies, 
and he doesn't mind 
all the attention. 
He's a big spender. 
Did I mention 
he's got style, too? 
An unlit Cuban cigar 
is always seen dangling 
from his mouth. 
He's not a smoker, 
it's for the look. 
He's fashion-savvy, 
collecting Rolex watches, 
ray ban sunglasses, 
fedora hats, 
and Versace suits. 
He loves his cars 
costly and fast; 
a Porsche here, 
a Lamborghini there 
On weekends, 
he sets sail 
on his fancy yacht, 
flying high 
on his private jet. 
He kills time 
on the golf course 
hitting the links 
with millionaire friends, 
throwing parties, 
and showing off 
his trophy wife 
His escargot dinners 
are always served 
on high-end china. 
He swigs champagne 
from crystal. 
Oh, what a life!

(Free Verse)



COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(20) any theme any form contest (Winner: 1st Place)	
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written and posted: 01/06/2019

Life of a Pig

Life of a pig

Here I lie snug and comfy in my straw bed
And have lots of food for me to enjoy
My self and friends can wander as we wish
Have nice baths in water so clean
But many a time I have a good wallow in the mud
For fun and to keep myself cool
People step back in disgust that I am so dirty
For fun we all have a trotter race
To see who can get to the trough first
And nothing is better than a snout around
I snuffle, squeal and grunt all day long 
And no one will ever complain
But on a hot summers day we need
Our sun oil rubbed on the same as you
Because our pale bodies burn so easily
A beautiful life I have, until that is
Our bacon is up, for a poor pig like me
© Mary Grace  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member In the Eyes of a Cougar

In the eyes of a cougar


she purrs like an old kitten
plays with young ones mittens
is of a bigger scale of a cat
loves the bone of young fat

her movements stealth
has good range of health
eyes a moving
for any oaks a grooving

she follows the trail
to a sweet colt's tail
hunkering down 
without any sound

the scent rises to thirst
her insides near burst
she speeds on 
before it's gone

the call of the wild
isn't so mild
she plays with her prey
hearing him neigh

that's a good sound 
being unwound
to the highest pitch
filling her niche

the colt is small but big
she braces a swig
her eyes a water
at her new found trotter


echo's the cougar's fight
at the young'ins sight
back to her cave
for more rave

connie pachecho

1/30/17

The Gift of Life

As I was walking...
I met a man...
Who had two scars... 
One on each hand...
As I walked on and as I walked by...
I noticed a hole that was there in His side...
I stopped...
I turned... 
And I walked toward Him...
And there around His head...
Were more scars on His skin...
I said...What happened to you?
Have you been in a fight?
He said...No my child this is not right...
As I began to inquire more of Him...
He began to tell me that it was a result of sin...
Sin I said? 
I don’t understand?
Again...He showed me the scars on his hands...
As I looked on...
He began to explain...
That sin was the cause of His death and His pain...
Did you sin I asked? 
Are you to blame?
Why did you have to die? 
What did you gain?
He answered...I did not sin and I am not to blame…
But...I did it for you...
To keep you from shame...
For me? 
You did it for me?
Yes my child...For I wanted you to see...
That I have loved you...
And that I have cared...
And you’re life in me...
I wanted to share...
But why? 
What have I done?
To receive your life...
That we might be one?
Oh...Nothing He said...
Nothing at all...
For it’s by grace that I have given...
And I have given it to all...
All? 
You’ve given it to all?
Yes He said...
The both great and the small!
Wow!!! 
How could I have not known...
The love that you shared by dying alone?
That’s okay He said... 
You were not informed...
But now you know...
Now you’ve been warned...
So please...
Go tell my people...
Tell them no lie...
That it was for this cause...
That I had to die...

Written By: Teresa Trotter

Premium Member One Unforgettable Christmas Gift

God brings people into our lives, paints a picture of them on our hearts,
and if we live to be a hundred or more, there is no forgetting them.
Like angels, they deliver messages and depart, never to be seen again.

By the time we departed San Francisco, we had lost touch with him,
and there was a picture taken of him that got lost over the years.
But the gracious smile on his face that I recall will never go missing.

It did not appear that he had any relatives or any one who cared for him.
Everybody is somebody needing God's Love to flow through anybody.
We met him in early '84. By the Christmas season, he had stolen our hearts.

He was a homeless and hungry man on the streets of San Francisco in 1984.                                               
There were some in the community who said he was an ex Globe Trotter.
He was tall and looked the part as one who could play the game of basketball.

I don't know what may have gone wrong, but he was right for coming to our church. I tell you, the look on Reuben's face was one treasured photograph that got away. Treasured moments and memorable people, captured by God and incarcerated in  our hearts for a lifetime.

On Christmas Day, with smiles, he sat and ate with us at the table with my family of five. I'm certain that none of our children would remember any gift or toy they received that year.  Thirty six years ago, our youngest was three, but he will never forget 'Our Reuben for Christmas'.

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