Between The Lines.


Can you read between the lines,
So you know just how i feel..
Or when your reading this poem,
Do you think im spinning a reel.

Can you tell I really like you,
Or do you think im acting shy..
Can you tell if this is truthfull,
Or if its just a great big lie.

Can you grasp what i am saying,
Try, and im sure that you will find..
That if you read between these lines.
You'll know exactly whats on my mind.



Ta-daaaaaaaaaa.........lol

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeez paula , the best yet! THE best yet!!!

Bravo!

I like that poem ,was reeeeeeally great!

WOO! Encore , encore!!!

mmmmm not to dis u or ste, but to me that sounds a lil copied and pasted :/ is it

if its not then BRAVO, EXELLENT, that is the best yet apart from wot ste done 4 me, that gr8 poem Ruddan

Edited at 21:16 Mon 4/09/06 (BST)

yay Paula did an amazing poem well done!!

Thanx Guys.........




PS: No Ruddan, it took me flippin ages to think of that! hahaha

LMAO That was never c/p...horrible accusation!

It wasnt!!..............

I know hun, was very nice...

And did I read between the lines? Hmmm maybe!

Your Poems are gathering quiet a crowd hey?

Keep it up,,they are great.

I know...will be reeeeally hectic soon enough I guess.

But I might as well write another whilst I'm here ay?

Slopping and sliding in the mud not so far,
Jack had taken his family on their trip in the car.
The wheels spun fast, but no progress made,
He would of given anything to have his spade.
He got out of the car, in his brand new suit,
Look at the tyre, and gave it a boot.
Then suddenly a slip, and he was on his back,
Suddenly the ground below felt really slack.
He was being carried under, to a secret place,
And as he fell deeper, his heart began to race.
Down there, there were dragons, giant ants too,
And there were huge greenfly's, but they were blue.
He asked where he was, was he under a spell?
Then he felt hot, and realised it was hell.
What he didnt know, was that he had drowned in the dirt,
And he was repaying all the people he hurt.
A lesson was learnt, he's still trapped there today,
And he wished he'd led his life a different way.

HOW???? How do ya do them so fast??

LMAO I dunno...

*HUGS* They are great!

A Second Chance

Jill was left with her kids in the car
With them all screaming 'where is papa?'
'I dont know my young darlings i'm sure he'll be back
Now have another fruit shoot straight from the pack'
But scared and a trembling was our poor old jill
Lost was her love from up the great hill
Not knowing what happened or what to do
Left with her children, a number of two
Then came an idea, but could it work?
To retrieve her husband from the grime and the murk
She got out the car and went to the trunk
The mud had gone hard and my how it stunk
Rumaged around and then she did find
The pail of water that had come to her mind
She poured the water on the mud
And it began to go slimey, just as it should
Jill and the car slipped right through!
The children and her knew not what to do
But then they saw jack with his face filled with glee
For he'd been re-united with his family of three
He apologised deeply and this was his reward
Instead of sitting alone, scared and bored
He had back his family, what he wanted the most
And that is the moral of this poetic post
To do wrong and regret is still very bad
But never repent and you will wish that you had.

(Absolutely brilliant squeezy!)

So years went by, and Jack kept to his word,
And knew that his behaviour had been most absurd.
Every night he would pray, read the bible too,
Pray for forgiveness, until his face had turned blue.
Never a bad word, left the old mouth of Jack,
And he felt like his goodness was all coming back.
He would take long walks through the local park,
And stay there repenting right until the dark.
Then he would get home, and cook the tea,
Have 'family' time, all talk - no tv.
He was happy like this, Jack was now re-born,
And from his past life he was completely torn.
Like a fresh breeze of air, the Lord had saved his life,
And Jack was now happy, with his children and wife.

My Uncle Pete

I used to be all alone, on Funkypool
Untill one fine and exiting day
sum1 PM'ed me, my uncle pete,hes soo cool
he lit up a candle and shew me the way
and hes still my uncle to this very day !
he shew me his friends, and was off to lunch
thats how i met JSG and Mr G
there such a lovely bunch
JSG is paula and Mr G is Ste
And i loved it wen Ste, write a poem 4 me !!!
I want to go up London, and see them all !
hav a pint and a laugh with them
Im positive the're all be cool !
Pete is like my shining gem
and ill stay with them, till my new life again !!!




YAY!!!!!!!

Awwww they are all great

gratz on 8000 POST ! steph

Some great poems!!



LMAO @ Ruddans awwwwwww that made me laff well done