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Post by Pete on Jan 19, 2014 21:57:48 GMT
The Sail Boat.
I am where I want to be,
sailing on the calm sea.
Going anywhere I please,
with my boat catching the breeze.
My GPS will show the way,
Who knows where I'll end up today
Maybe in a Cornish bay.
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Post by marcus on Jan 20, 2014 20:00:45 GMT
The incident.
I joined the army, being just eighteen
Was in training to stand on guard of the Queen
But the sergeant major was a terrible chap
He threw his pace stick knocking off my cap
All because I miss-timed a turn
It made him angry, the best way for me to learn
Was for him to hurl that stick in my direction
Giving him, no doubt, some satisfaction.
Perhaps he thought his day was made
When he dismissed me from parade.
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Post by mikkh on Jan 21, 2014 2:50:00 GMT
I've printed a few poems here before and some may have seen those on my site too, so here's one previously unseen by anyone - a World exclusive for CIT! Why am I here, what am I for?
Who'll shed a tear, when I am no more
Where is the hope, in a life full of sorrow
How can I cope, with one more tomorrow
Should I submit, and forget all this pain
Must I admit, that deep in my brain
Is one nagging thought, that keeps me alive
One safe resort, away from this jive
That somewhere out there, is someone for me
A woman who'll care, and set me free © M J H (that's me!) 1980 something or other |
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Post by Pete on Jan 29, 2014 22:31:23 GMT
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Post by vikingken on Jan 30, 2014 2:41:39 GMT
I used to script write poems on illuminated pages years ago, but only one has stuck in my head.
Roses are red and Violets are blue, I'm in bed coz I've got the flu. Dont you fret or get in a stew, We kissed last night, So you will catch it to.
That was told to me by a little green goblin outside of Catmandu. |
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