I forgot the poetry?


by Lord Byron

When we two parted
in silence and tears
half broken hearted
to sever for years
pale grew thy cheek and cold
colder thy kiss
truly that hour foretold
sorrow to this...

THE COMPUTER SWALLOWED GRANDMA



The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly its true!
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.

I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Google
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online.'

So, if inside your 'Inbox,'
My Grandma you should see,
Please 'Copy,''Scan' and 'Paste' her
And send her back to me.

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author unknown *grin

Lara had posted this and it's so lovely I thought it belonged here.



I held a moment in my hand,
brilliant as a star,
fragile as a flower,
a tiny sliver of one hour.
I dropped it carelessly,
Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity.
~Hazel Lee

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vvfsEc1DK4

this is my video to the world...

Oh dearest spring
if you could please
notify the Winterman
and tell him I am done,
With his palette of white

tell him I am ready to see
the jewells of spring
the lovely pink flowers
and children playing in the ring

oh dear spring of beauty
Please give the Winterman
my notice of dismay
yet if he would please leave
without delay
for I must live to see the
the lovely flowers of spring anew
before I must bid this grand old earth
adieu

written -and
copyrighted by christena parisoff

Tell them that you love them
And never try to hide
Let go of your emotions
And the love you have inside.

Tell them that you love them
And that you really care
Because one day, possibly today
They'll be no longer there.


by Cloyde F. Coffman, Jr. (miss you Bud)

Lil'Monkey's Wonders
with her permission i am posting her poem she won 2nd place in a state pta contest last year. it was in the visual arts catagory. it has a drawing with it, but my scanner isn't hooked up right now. wondering must run in families.


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THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.

Feelings heavy,
tears and tears,
Will the darkness last?

Or is it -
only December?

Hadn't past months
brought peace and hope?
Where is the strength
of October-
and November?

Lights, carols,
ornaments on trees,
cards from friends,
happpy times in
seasons past.
We remember.
We remember.

Will January bring
light at last?
Will we be stronger then,
for making it through
this December?

When people ask
how I'm doing I say,
Well,
you know,
it's December.


author...Genesse Bourdeau Gentry

i put this one on BP site for dear befudled.



Why is this void, and pain, so immense?
Why is this sorry, so sad and intense?
Why has my life, now come to a stop?
Why am i so tired , but my eyes wont drop?

Why did this happen, and happen to me?
Why do i cry so much?, please look at me!.
Why did you die, and leave my life?
Why does my heart feel wounded by a knife?

Why am i angry, frightened and scared?
Why do i wonder , that you knew that i cared?
Why do i doubt that life must go on?
Why does the room appear as though the light is not on?


Why do i hear that voice deep inside?
That softly Says ' I love you, and I know that you tried'.
When will this sorrow pass,.. when will it end?
That softly voice Says, 'Your heart will soon mend'

Why did i befriend you , why did i care?
The soft voice inside says, 'God said you'd be there'.
Why do i miss the sound of your voice, and the gentle touch of you?
The soft voice replies ' I love you,....... and God does too!.



David