R-ose is sweet beyond compare,
O-ffering a fragrant smell;
S-cented petals bring
E-cstasy, delight, and thrill.
B-eautiful popular flower
U-ses red, white, not gray;
Y-our heart is truly warmed,
A-pril twenty-seventh Thursday.
I-t's a lovely morning, there's aroma in the air;
N-oses are really pleased, rose is sweet beyond compare.
Remain or leave was the question
Asked of the electorate at the referendum
The worlds our oyster we were told
No need for us to be Europhiles anymore
Those words were of the Eurosceptics
Because they wanted us to exit
So we all voted on our fate
And now we must all patiently wait
Whilst the politician’s still debate
If we remain or if we leave
Should I then forever grieve
When we know what seeds have been sown
Because whatever the outcome
It just won’t be the right one for some
For those who wanted us to stay
They will fight until the day
When they get their own way
For those that wanted us to Brexit
They will only be really pleased
On the day that we leave
Time is running out and a deal still to be done
With the Euro Parliament
But if we have another referendum
Wouldn’t it just change our nation
Because the result of any new vote
Will no longer be absolute or even stand
Until either the Europhiles or the Eurosceptics get the upper hand
DAMO
New friends to Find
By Franklin Price
8/25/2015
New friends to find are everywhere
With many things that you may share
They're on the street in cyber space
You can meet them any place
You never know when you may find
Someone who thinks with like of mind
Who listens well and speaks the same
You're really pleased to learn their name
You do not have to know them long
To know they're living right not wrong
Know right away you've found a friend
In your book of life one to append
When you depart this meeting place
Regret in leaving no disgrace
To hope again your paths will meet
And your old friend again to greet
I was going to write a poem
And nothing came to mind
So I started scanning the computer
To see what I could find
But it didn't seem right really
Not composing like I usually do
It felt like I was cheating
Somthing I'd never do
Well I gave it a go
Writing juices did flow
Was really pleased and then
My computer froze and died
So I'd lost it all again
So I lost my poem
And try as I might
Couldn't remember
All I did write
So yet again
I search in vain
My mind gone blank
It's such a pain
So deciding to gig
one of my poems about
Change spring
into autumn
That sort of thing
Well I think I've succeded
The next poem I write
Maybe you will all tell me
If it turned out alright.?
HE sat there silently in the murky void thinking
of creating more magnificent planets like Earth,
but first God wanted to create a radiant light to illuminate
the awesomeness of everything that was worth seeing.
He drew beautiful images on a tablet as a rough draft,
couldn't He had simply said, " Let it be done? "
No, he thought as a human would perfecting His craft,
and His vision was to accomplish all by dawn.
When all his work was finished, He was really pleased,
but something was missing from this creation so perfect:
a night with stars to let the first couple dream as he often did...
so dreams and words became poetry to stimulate their intellect.
Aren't our minds like His mind when it comes to observation?
It may surprise many that God is also a potential dreamer...
that poet that composes verses to praise His own creation
for all angels to read as they surround Him with cheer.
Majestic and grand, a wonderous mythical creature,
The central horn on their head is the prominent feature.
I’m afraid I don’t know much more about the unicorn,
But not sending you a birthday wish, I become forlorn.
So it seems I don’t have the knowledge to do this write,
And so I thought about this problem with all my might,
Did some research and found you something really neat,
It’s made in County Meath Ireland, canned unicorn meat.
Really pleased with myself to achieve such a perfect find,
Then I read, you can’t eat the meat ~ just blows my mind.
Seems the contents are torn apart stuffed unicorn parts,
Imagine someone thinking up this item, they had the smarts.
Well Poet ~ Destroyer, wish you the very best birthday,
Sorry my poem on unicorns didn’t have more to say.
View the ad on www.thinkgeek.com its really sweet,
And I hope the joys of your Birthday are truly complete.
*IN HONOUR OF POET ~ DESTROYER’S BIRTHDAY
OCTOBER 7*
Written by Lee Ramage with love!
October 3, 2012
For Poet ~ Destroyer’s contest
“Spoil me- with Unicorn poems”
My wife and I, some family and friends,
took advantage of the beautiful weather.
We packed our picnic baskets,
there were sixteen of us all together!
The location we had chosen,
was a resort town, not far away.
We settled down on a sandy beach
that overlooked the bay.
The bay was on McDonald Lake,
which had a beach of snow-white sand.
The temperature was warm enough,
so swimming would be just grand.
It wasn't all that crowded.
The kids had room to play.
It seems that we were lucky
we picked a real good day.
It was absolutely beautiful,
like I would picture paradise.
Such beautiful flowers and giant trees!
It got my mind to thinking, "Life is really nice".
Some rowboats and canoes were there.
You could use them if you wish.
You could ride around on McDonald Lake,
or maybe even fish.
Some of our group went swimming.
Others went for a nature walk.
Some of us just sat right there,
all we did was eat and talk.
Everyone was really pleased
with how the day turned out.
A lasting, Summer memory,
of that we had no doubt!
Some years ago, when TV was new,
My family had become addicted to,
(With a fervor you would not blieve)
Radio programs on Sunday eve.
Jack Benny's Show was one of these,
He moved to TV with great ease.
Our Sundays now were twice as funny
And we got much more for our money.
It was not what he said, but how he said it,
And the TV media gave full credit
To his own special comic flair,
With timing no one else would dare.
Jack didn't tell us dirty jokes,
Nor did he lampoon other folks.
He portrayed himself to be a miser,
Staying thirty-nine, never growing wiser.
Rochester,Dennis and Mary teased him,
But it was his money that really pleased him.
He kept it in a dungeon vault,
And played the miser to a fault.
The TV comics of today
Think filthy jokes are the only way.
Nothing's taboo if it gets a laugh.
Jack was funnier by ten and a half.
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