awwwwww *hugs* me toooooo....

how long did he say he wud be gone forrrr??????

A few days!!! Lies! All Lies!!

STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ffs come on hun!!!!!


Title:Waiting

Edited at 15:04 Tue 20/06/06 (BST)

grrrrrrrrrr come baccccccc!!!!

Waiting

I hardly make people have a long wait,
Or leave them standing without a clue.
I always predict and tell, and try to be straight,
So heres a poem especially for you.

I was away for a week, no computer at hand,
I missed this thread so bad i nearly cried.
At night i thought of poems, but they would not stand,
Because by morning, from my mind they had died.

Sorry for the wait, i hope it wasnt too long,
But i am back to write and to write.
So here are the words that seem like a song,
For all you to read on this beautiful site.

Never again shall you wait on my hand,
To converse these characters on screen.
For if i left you in the cold to sit or to stand,
That surely would seem, so strongly obscene.

(thought id do this one for fathers day)

My father left when i was only one,
Deciding he didnt want a son.
My mother left on her own to fend,
Three childrens hearts she had to mend.
Not a clue about the situation, i didnt even walk,
Let alone thinking about starting to talk.

then my mother met a bloke, a year later on,
And he has been here 17 yrs, so long.
A better father than HE could of been,
A prospect for my mother that she hadnt seen.
Well off he is, but doesnt ever spend,
Any problems i had he would always mend.
Not biologically but emotionally - he is there,
Providing his knowledge and wisdom, especially his care.
Love in my heart, for the man that stepped in,
forever supporting, through thick and through thin.

awwwww Ste *hugs*.....great poems glad ure bacccc

YES!! He's Back! fab poems Ste but the father one is extra fab (is that one of ur true ones?)


*HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* welcome back

(yeah i was thinkin that too is it true ste?? *hugs*)


Title: Ring/s

(lol miiight of been )

Rings

A lot of girls round my end, all sit on the park,
Sipping their cider until it gets dark.
With nike shocks and a scarf, with a handful of rings,
They sit on the bench drunk, and decide to sing.
With phone in hand, the b-lines play loud,
And i walk past this overly youthful, drunk crowd.
A whistle to my back, i wont look around,
Their too young and stupid, none of them sound.
And finally i arrive, at my favourite inn,
Having a pint, whilst a woman does sing.
Whilst she bellows a tune, on the stage she does stand,
With twelve chavvy rings, all over her hands.

LOL very good Ste



Title: Sleepy

So sleepy

A late night i just had, so all i want is sleep,
A night just for me, just for me to keep.
To feel the warmth of my bed, and the cold on my feet,
To fold up my legs, so my chest nears my knees.
So snug and warm, with the telly on low,
I want to scratch my calf with the end of my toe.
My head sinks into the pillow, and into dream land i go,
Where angels chase pigs, with golden arrows and boes.
Oblivious to the world, just me and my bed,
Earning myself the name Mr sleepyhead.
The matress so soft, i dont know how,
I could just jump on it, and go to sleep right now.
But after a long day around, theres always the bed,
To rest your heavy, cloudy sweet head.

YAY!!!! gud one AS PER Ste ............

WOOO good poems stee

Title.....Dress

Yea dress a little black one hehe

hehe yep thats right

Dress

She walks straight past me in her little black dress
Surely, surely she was trying to impress.
But she doesnt know that i love her so,
And out of my window, i watch her go.
The car beeps outside - she kisses her man,
I turn and chuck another egg into the pan.
But at just past midnight, a knock at the door,
I opened it up and noticed her feet were sore.
A rip in her dress, the guy tried it on,
Whilst muting her cries by playing a song.
Hair wet and curly, i gave her a top,
Then fed her a sandwich with a glass of pop.
I sat on the sofa and learnt her name,
She admitted she first thought i was a bit lame.
But now she was laughing and touching my leg,
I said she could stay, that she could have my bed.
As she asked me to unzip her little black number,
I put her in bed and she slept in her slumber.
Now we meet regularly, just for a drink,
But every so often, her dress will be pink.

damn character restrictions!

1000 aint enough!

Wooooooooooooo That was fab Ste.......

WOOOOOOO Ste that was great more more moreeeee

The motorway.

Mile after the mile the road drags on,
And out plays the crazy wonderful Bowie song.
White lines on the road, all zooming past,
My head leans on the window, the cars moving so fast.
A lonely fence stares back as we pass its place,
And it looks sorrowful as it stares at my face.
Bowie shrieks again, and i stretch out my feet,
And stretch my back, as i adjust the car seat.
The clouds are now dark, thers so much field around,
And i cant explore them, in the car i am bound.
So many plants that i have never seen,
So beautiful in shape, amongst the fields of green.
Drives look to the side, as they change their lane,
Slight raindrops start to fall against the window pane.
Bowies voice will soon make my feet dance,
And eventually send me into a slight trance.
I close my eyes, the hayfever makes a tear drop,
I give out a yawn just to make my ear pop....