The sweet sound of the piano, so tranquil and calm,
Impossible to cause any human ear harm.
I close my eyes and listen to the note,
To the moonlight sonato, to which my heart does dote.
My mind unwinds, as the song goes on,
And surely the pianist can do no wrong.
I loosen my neck, and lean back in my chair,
Give a secret smile, and run a hand through my hair.
My thoughts are deep as I hear this tune,
I feel the cold light from our ancient moon.
The cool wind blows in the darkest of nights,
And there is no need for the garden lights.
For I am happy in the night, rocking in my chair,
And to the moon I give the most silent stare...

What does it all mean? The piano plays more,
I want to hear it louder, I widen the door.
How will my fall come? Will it be a graceful end,
Will my life be full of money, which I will always spend?
I hear the tree blow, and an old bird howl,
The interruption of calmness has never been so foul.
And so I go on listening, hand floating in thin air,
My mind is at ease, and I dont have a care.
My one true love, could fly down from the sky,
She could tell me she loves me and look me in the eye.
But for now no interruption, me and the music alone,
I only want to hear its pure magical tone.
For now I am simply lost in this musical theme,
And real life just seems nothing at the moment, just an old silly dream.

Walk so slowly my dear, feel the grass on your feet,
Look at the flowers as they smell so sweet.
Do you hear the birds? They sing just for you,
They love everything about you, all the things you do.
Take my hand sweet lady, and do mind your head,
Fancy a walk to the end of the garden instead?
Put your hands out to the side, feel the petals below,
Feel the single blade of grass at the end of your toe.
Feel the wind on your face, feel your warmth inside,
Watch the scuffle of the trees as the small birdies hide.
Feel the heat on your face, the smile of the sun,
Think of your life, and what you've become.
Now open your eyes my love, and face me right here,
Look at my eyes, and look at my tears.
I love you so much, but you dont feel the same,
And to know this inside, really causes me pain.
So I shall drink this here tonic, and die in your arms,
I promise you I'll feel no pain, I can no longer cause harm.

WOW! Amazing...........





(Hiya, Ste, lol, not caught you on Gen Chat yet.lol)

Pick it up

Dont look so down my friend, give it one more try,
I see you get frustrated, and you want to cry.
Pick up your head, and build your esteem,
Give it the best attempt that anyone has seen.
Take a deep breath, and with all of your might,
Practice and practice deep into the night.
Just think when your done, you will be the best,
You can hold out your pride with such high zest.
The greatest ever, the title could be yours,
After watching yourself fail so many times before.
So why do you hesitate? Come pick it up,
Put some cold water in your favourite cup.
Now press on! pick it up! Give it your all,
An attempt is so huge, even if it's so small.

They Are fab!..........Do One for Steph Ste
Shes home today.....

Welcome home Stephy, back home once again,
Greeted with nightfall, with showers of rain.
Home once more to Grimsby, the land of fish,
Home to devour your favourite dish.
Your back onto funky, and we're all so glad,
Without our little Stephy, we'd all go mad.
So we're here, open armed, let us embrace,
And dont run away, because you know we'll give chase.
Will you post all the night? Bringing us joy?
Putting a smile on this here-typing boy?
Home from your trip, more memories I'm sure,
And the sense of relief when you walk through your door.
Chucking down your bags, collapsing on your bed,
Remembering your pillows, where you support your head.
Welcome home stephy, from everyone here,
Now get your feet put up, and have a nice beer.

Awwwwww Oh she's gonna love that Ste...

Awwwwwwwww Ste *hugs* i LOVE it i really do awwwwwwww ty

now do one for paula .....i missed these poems awwwwwwww

do one for Paula?

glad you liked it...welcome home mate!

yessssss do a poem 4 paula


tyyyyyy *hugs* i loved it

Paula's poem.......Ste your such a charmer

He's done 3 poems about me in the past LMAO!
Oh go on then Ste*sighs* Ya can do another one if ya want

haha Paula - hes trying to tell you something

HaHa...........He done them cos i asked him to lmao titled JSG etc etc

aye aye Paula - i think he shud do one titled "Stevo"

that could be very interesting

(maybe I could put you both into one?)

A hidden interest on here is what I do sniff,
I can sense it , the forums give off a slight whiff.
Subliminal messages, wrote down in these threads,
And I get a sense of what goes on in his head.
The cheeky comments, the leftover smile,
The kind of infactuation I've not seen in a while.
She must read it and think, that somethings a miss,
When all that he wants is to give her a kiss.
She chuckles and smiles, at the message he leaves,
And he waits for her reply so eagerly, strongly he breathes.
I sit back and watch as the cat chases the mouse,
And the mouse must sit and laugh it off in her house...

This cat is a tomcat, could tell the truth right away,
Maybe he will tomorrow, or even today.
Will it fall on deaf ears, or stir up some kind of love,
And all the while us junkies, all watch from above.
A nice lad he is, makes me chuckle at home,
When I sit and read the forums on my computer at home.
It is like a soap opera, or a romantic play,
And I watch to see what happens, each and every day.
But you know Im only joking, a wind-up this is,
For there's too many people looking out for that kiss.

lmao Ste wonderful

Mr Q, ur gettin bit out of hand
so out of hand i think u should b band (not reli, love em )
ur always makin long and gd ones
there yummy and delicious just like buns
ur imagination wonders so far
so far u hav to chase it in ur car
oh well im loving them so
SO DO MORE GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!

lol its rubbish, Hi Mr Q hehe