lol, i know, maybe i can get a job at hallmark

lol yeah u'd make good copies of those poems

ah, fish berries i never copy, *wink

fish berries??.. is that something brill poets say? lol

ouch, i just thought of it

how original... just like ur poems

haha, good one, but they are original, originally from a card

so i've heard

And i thought that was from ur heart Sno!
Good poem anyway.


Ste, so was ur Thunderstorm one bab.


TITLE:

The Bathroom

The bathroom

I wake up on a morning, and get myself out of bed,
Open up my blinds, and shake last nights dream from my head.
I walk along the hallway, and open the bathroom door,
sunlight reflects off the tiles, like so many mornings before.
A quick glance in the mirror, then the toilet is the next trip,
The floor was cleaned yesterday, I'm careful so I dont slip.
I wash my hands and fill up the sink, washing my tired old face,
Humming a song inside my head, the bathrooms a brilliant place.
I empty the sink and run the tap, my teeth need to be cleaned,
Then I take a careful shave, with my shaving machine.
After I open the window, and let the shower get hot,
I stand underneath the water's flow, and scrub my head and my bot!
After the shower I feel refreshed, water running down my chest,
I take out a towel and dry my hair, after I dry all the rest.
Then I reckon its breakfast time, my favourite meal of the day,
My own special morning routine, in my own little way.

Freshly cut grass on a summer's morn,
The clouds are hard to be seen.
My hands run soflty along the corn,
As I head towards fields of green.

A single bird flies over head,
And whisper's into my ear;
'I entered your dream as you slept in bed,
And I know you felt God was near.'

Slowly but surely, I reached the green field,
And saw something holy and pure.
Fighting back the tears that my eyes did yield,
I felt I had entered this field before.

I followed a path, right into a wood,
Running my hands along trees.
And then I felt the pulse of my thumping blood,
Then went suddenly weak at the knees.

When I woke up, I was deep into the green,
With animals running all round.
Everything surreal and not as it seems,
So much real motion, but hardly no sound.

I felt really light, and rose to the sky,
And felt warm underneath the sun's beam.
It was only then when I opened my eyes,
That I realised it was a dream.

Our Lou

Whilst watching beer, being poured from a keg
She spotted something, sticking out from her leg
As Lou looked around, for a tweezers to borra
The nightmare hit home, as she looked down in horror

There it was, as clear as the day
A Spiders leg, not blonde but grey
As she reached down to pluck the thing out
OMFG you could hear people shout

You could them all saying, "she's got more, I bet"
But someone please tell her, to use the toilet
Im just kidding Lou, its only a joke
Next time we chat please don't give me a poke !!

~Stell~

LMFAOOO!!! I'll get ya with my wobbly bits Stell!!

Brill Poem! *hugs*

Guevara They was Brill..i luv them *hugs*



Lmao @ Ur one Stell.....Ew Lou! PMSL

Centuries ago, there was no TV,
Just hard working people and poetry.
Children spent time learning to an extent,
Without influencing movies, turning them all hell-bent.
Men worked long hours, for such little pay,
Small children weren't afraid to go out and play.
Romance was real, and marriage for life,
The church ordered men could only have the one wife.
But me, I am different, I am my own man,
And I take charge of my own life, the best that I can.
Breaking free from the restraints of the law,
I've learned many lessons from the things that I saw.
Maybe I'm a libertine, maybe I like to be free,
My given name is Steven - but I prefer Ste.
Not my christian name though, by the church I'm not bound,
I believe what I like, and create my own sound.
No order's for me, I have but one heart,
I've been destined to follow it, right from the start.
I'd like to travel far and wide, create my own tale,
Society has bars, and we're all in it's jail...

Ctd.

...

Morals and judgement, a lethal duo together,
Apparently our actions even affect the earth's weather.
Well for me life, is a story untold,
The best I can do is to watch it unfold.

Nice one Ste mate

Edited at 09:37 Sat 18/08/07 (BST)

Great peoms Ste!

Stella!
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO!


That Girl

I write about a girl named Katie
A good friend she is, I call her my matey!
Who would of thought
this girl from over there
would have me pining
hoping that she cares.
With soft sensual looks
that'd drive a man crazy
She reads alot of books
She makes me all hazy,
So likkle bug
I write to you this
I give you a hug
And a tender kiss.
I bid you good luck
in this journey in life
I hope you remember me
when feeling some strife
And bring a smile on your face I will
You remember that man you adored
Or maybe I'm wrong,
maybe I'm a bore!



Edited at 10:13 Sat 18/08/07 (BST)

Great stuff


Ste i loved that last one of yours!!!




There was a Welsh Lad named Stell
He loved me so much i cud tell
But on the days he felt Boss
He'd be just waving his saus
And boy was it Mouldy as hell!



TITLE: Titles

Edited at 15:09 Sat 18/08/07 (BST)

There was this lad Named Ste
Done poems for all to see
He is very very Vain
But will always Remain
A great person special to me!


The you have got Tidnab
With long hair lookin so drab
He is never long a kip
When we are aboard bc ship
Tho his Y fronts i wud never grab..

We Have Our Miss Stephy the mod
Sometimes shes a fun lil sod
My Name 4 her is Mary
Cos Sometimes shes Scary
Oh now she will kill me Oh God!




OK OK AM Bored and this was on page 2