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Best Poems Written by Pamela Griffiths

Below are the all-time best Pamela Griffiths poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Tropical Fish Tank

What a lovely sight it is to see all the fish in there
Wonderful creatures swimming about everywhere
Large ones and small ones graceful as they move
They are swimming around with nothing to prove

The Hypostomus plecostomus adheres to the glass
Cleaning the tank not letting any algae pass
Colourful clashes of many tropical creatures
Blending in nicely with all the tanks features

Red tailed sharks, Angel fish and Guppies too
Relaxing to watch them and the things they do
Aquarium plants sway gently going with the flow
Bubbles full of air up to the top they go

A community of fish are living and survive
There are no real predators so they stay alive
Feeding and swimming in their own special way
Creating their own young so they will always stay

Ornamental coloured pebbles lay on the bottom
Plecky is still cleaning up so nothing goes rotten
How wonderful it is to see all the fish share
Every last bit of food and bubbles of air

Brilliant lighting and coloured bubbles rise
They feed from the food a sprinkled surprise
Characters abundant each fish has its own
From a tiny fish fry oh how they have grown

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When I Was a Lass

When I was a lass, we didn’t have much
Funny how we liked it though, just as such
We played in the street with a whip and top
In the school playground on a hopscotch we’d hop

Streets were quiet ‘cause there weren’t many cars
Falling off our bikes to leave a few more scars
Dandelion and burdock to drink with Sunday dinner
Yorkshire pudding first, that was always a winner

I remember when I did the hula hoop real good
I can’t do it anymore but really wish I could
Blackjacks, fruit salad, sweets and sherbet dips
Pear drops in our penny mix along with cherry lips

Love hearts, fruit gums and liquorice shoelaces
Sports days at school, the egg and spoon races
The three legged race and the sack race too
There were lots of sports we had to try and do

We had to behave ourselves when we were young
At school in the assemblies hymns were sung
Snowball fights and sledging we had in the snow
Where did all those lovely years really go

Then we grew up and things moved on
All those years as a child had now gone
 I remember it so well but it was long ago
I wish I was a lass again, knowing what I know

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Facebook Friends

Facebook is a website we can talk and play
Many applications to while away the day
I have made many friends some new and old
Many conversations and stories are told

You are never lonely when you visit the site
You can stay there a minute or all the night
You can visit friends without leaving the room
If you go to work you can come back to it soon

There are many lovely people out there
People who love you people that care
If you have problems they will help if they can
Many groups set up so you can become a fan

Play games with friends and chat with them too
They will always be there on facebook for you
If you’re feeling down it won’t be for long
Friends cheer you up and you feel you belong

Hatchlings and smiles are little aps
Or a virtual farmyard for you perhaps
Kisses and pokes you send to your pals
There are aps for men and aps for the gals

A heart for close pals that goes down well
Most friends will like that i can tell
It’s a sign of friendship it means you care
You can talk to people anyplace, anywhere

So all you need is a pc that’s on-line
Friends will be there for you all the time
A place where friendship never ends
This is a tribute to my facebook friends

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Pardon Me

Forgive me as I excuse myself
I didn’t mean to bump into your shelf
It wasn’t really what I intended
I am just bruised and the shelf can be mended

I’m sorry I’ve knocked the table with my knee
I didn’t mean to do that and spill all that tea
I am not fit to be let out that is true
I seem to have trouble with everything I do

Please forgive me for all that I did
Sorry I knocked off your dustbin lid
I was just walking past and wham
I am so clumsy I know I am

Oops I’ve gone and done it again
I’ve just bumped your car what a pain
I didn’t mean to hit your car
I didn’t think I’d reversed that far

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Remember Me?

I was the one who was sat on the wall
I was so little the others were tall
The school was next door so I didn’t go far
Never needed to go to school by car

I played in the playground with some of my fiends
Long summer days that never seemed to end
That’s a long time ago, can you recall?
The bumps and bruises when taking a fall

Long summer nights turned to autumn browns
As I grew older I had life’s up’s and down’s
Working for a living to make ends meet
Bringing up children that was a treat

Do you remember me? I was young and daft
I couldn’t remember when I last laughed
I had wild ideas but they didn’t last long
I knew back then that I didn’t belong

Now I am older, I’ve survived life’s trials
I’ve cried many tears and travelled miles
Nearing retirement I look back at things
Wondering now what retirement brings

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My Old Cat

My old cat lies beside me on the sofa asleep
She is sleeping soundly but opens an eye to peep
She is resting her weary old bones tonight
She peacefully sleeps her coat shines in the light

She can’t move quick enough to catch her prey
She used to be really fast back in her day
Now she just watches and thinks about sleep
An appointment with the sofa to keep

Shan used to be a kitten a long time ago
It’s hard to remember because now she is slow
Her hearing is going her eyes are failing too
It may get much worse but what can you do?

She will be looked after well in her dotage years
I will feed and nurture her dispel any fears
My old cat Shan is lovely I don’t want her to go
Shan is eighteen years old now and I love her so

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Things Aren'T Always What They Seem

Things aren’t always what they seem
Is this really life or is it a dream
It’s very hard to tell these days
Life is harder in so many ways
Just a sleeping dream of reality
Dreaming of life without clarity
Through the day then sleeping in dreams
Replaying It all through the night it seems
A virtual perpetual looping of life
Going on and on and causing strife
Nothing can stop the hands of time
As old as the hills and mountains we climb
Now am I awake or am I asleep?
Is that a snore or do I speak?

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I Remember

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind

Where am I? What’s happening to me? What am I doing here? 
I try to remember, my mind is clouded with a terrible fear.

I remember!

I was lying in an operating theatre with lights shining down on me
Slowly I recalled what had happened. I saw the oncoming tree
Headlights blazed and then the darkness. I swerved but couldn’t stop
I saw myself lying in the road, and then I saw a traffic cop. 
The light, the bright dazzling light was blinding me.
Wondering in the ether, a restless nomadic spirit free.
I moved in a slow and airless motional way
Following my instincts I fought to stay
The surgeons were trying to save me, I knew this
But now I was free from pain and that was bliss

I remember!

I don’t know how I knew this. I was numb from the shock of it all
I floated along the ether I heard the heavens call
I was out of body and just a soul, a lost soul without a doubt
I wanted to tell the surgeons, I was here but I couldn’t shout  
Was this the end? Oh no! This can’t be happening to me! 
Here I am I haven’t gone, I am still here can’t you see!
The three magic rocks will save me won’t they? Where are they now I must find
Were they just thoughts in a dying dream or a figment of my mind?
The light is calling it wants me to go I follow the heavenly glow
I am too young to leave this world oh please don’t make me go

I remember!

My journey isn’t over and I plead with the powers that be
You don’t want me to go there yet, you really don’t need me
I may not have been an angel but my heart is in the right place
You can’t take me away from here; I am part of the human race
As I travelled along to my destiny, whatever that may hold
I felt myself being dragged along, I can’t die! I am not that old
This is the end of my journey; I fear I may have died
I don’t know what is in store for me, I really could have cried
The light disappeared abruptly; drawn back to my body so
Did those magic rocks save me? That I will never know

(Entered in Constance La France's contest)

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The Spice of Life

As the time ticks away, life will always go on
I have no regrets when something has gone
Little things give pleasure and make me smile
As I wonder through life each mile by mile

Nothing can take away from me the memories inside
My fears are dispelled and bad memories I hide
For me the spice of life is being happy from within
Life is what you make of it so make life begin

Sorrow is so negative and not to be desired 
Happiness is hard to find when it is required
Through life there are choices of which way to go
Where these choices lead that I do not know

The spice of life is mainly a little piece of fun
To where I am now from when it first begun
Time is irrelevant in the whole of life’s span
Each and every minute I’ll enjoy while I can

Longingly I search for something day by day
Not letting all the petty things get in my way
My life has been fulfilled and the trouble erased
Through life I am ‘blessed’ I think ‘god be praised’

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The Past Is the Past For a Reason

The past is the past for a reason, nothing’s the same
The past has gone forever, never to return again
The time is now and the future starts here
As time goes by the past will disappear

The past is the past for a reason, it’s just that
Time gone by, still remembered, all fell flat
The past is full of heartache, troubled times for some
But that is just a memory the future has now begun

The past is the past for a reason, it makes us strong
Learning from old mistakes, learning right from wrong
Training for the future, the past is a learning curve
Long and winding roads in which you have to swerve

The past is the past for a reason, or so they say
It shapes and moulds our lives into what it is today
Nothing turns back the hands of time, it’s now gone
No regrets, it’s too late, it’s time to carry on