SH Poetry Corner

rocky horror on Tue Jun 01 2004 wrote:

An ode to the early miners...


Its reit cold out in't back yard,
Me wellys frozed't floor so 'ard,
Dang blinkin' moggys dun a shit,
Just stump't me toe on't end of it
Life seems so dank and dissapointing,
When bumcold cheeks on't pans annointin'
When I can be a pitmans navvy,
We'll have a cozy inside lavvy.

MikeNorth on Sat Jun 05 2004 wrote:

i'm bumping this wonderful thread
Once more, so that it will be read,
And I hope that this cherished collection
Grows larger, like an erec......

(Did i really write that? )

Mike.

Morgan on Sun Jun 13 2004 wrote:

LEAVING

She looked at the clock, 5.55
Her hands were beginning to sweat,
Wimpering inside, aching,
Her heart so full of regret

Her sense of loss hung heavy,
Knowing she had no choice,
Go,go, get it over with,
She listened out for his voice

Fear in her heart, fear in her womb,
Eyes on the door,
Life had been taken from her,
No more, please no more

6.00, the key turning in the lock,
Her eyes staring at the door,
He came in and looked at her,
Her heart would ache no more

Morgan

Mark on Mon Jun 14 2004 wrote:


I'd like to take the credit myself
but 'twas Jags who did it
so let's drink to her health.

rocky horror on Mon Jun 14 2004 wrote:

THE LAST MOMENTS


As last light flickers on your face and in your eyes the light it dims
I see the person I once knew who's fire and passion lit the very room,
Not one bad remark was made,
For you were venus to my adonis, my rock, my life my soul my spark...
And now my love forever on this mortal coil we are apart,
But on the next we are forever one, in perpetuety............




Blessings be...

Keith3006 on Thu Jun 17 2004 wrote:

A lady friend of mine had me set this poem and frame it for her. It's rather sad, but we all have sad times in our lives, and if expressing yourself through poetry makes you feel any better, then you should go ahead.
I've asked her permision, obviously, before submitting it, and she'd be happy to read your comments.
She's not into our life-style, by the way.
Keith

What I Feel

Where, oh where, did I go wrong in my life?
I was a Mother, a Grandmother, even somebody’s wife.
Now, my heart feels as though it's been cut with a knife.

Its all just a memory, thrown into the past,
None of its left, I feel an outcast.

Each morning I hope, there’ll be a new start,
But still I awake, with this pain in my heart.

The guilt that I feel is mine alone to bear,
What wouldn’t I give, for the children I cherish, to care, to be near?

But this, I know, will never ever be,
At the end of each day, it’s still just sad, little old me.

Regrets, and more regrets, that’s how I feel.
Even the passing of time, doesn’t let my heart heal.

What would make me happy, you can be sure,
Is to smile again, and see the children, I truly adore.
M.A.R. 2003

Sad isn't it? Reminds me of that saying. Kids: break your arms when young; break your heart when older.
Still, she's happier now

andy88 on Sat Jun 19 2004 wrote:

Here's to the girl that I love best
I love her best when she's undressed
I'd fuck her sleeping, standing, lying
if she had wings I'd fuck her flying
And when she's dead and all forgotten
I'll dig her up and fuck her rotten.

Keith3006 on Mon Jun 21 2004 wrote:

Brilliant Will.

Now for my first attempt at poetry. It's much harder than writing novels for a living!

At the Crossroads


There’s a symbol of God on one corner,
and a sign of mankind on another.
While those of greed and misfortune,
keep station to tempt me away.

I suppose I’ve reached the by-roads
where everyone sorts out their loads.
For me the decision’s made easy,
to take the road to the right,
and hope, God, you acknowledge my plight.

As the way that I’ve chosen says HEAVEN,
and I’m sure that I’ll get there, some time.
But for now, if you’ll only be patient,
I’ll do all I can to be decent
and continue to swing, as of recent..

Keith

Angel Chat using her 500th post on Sat Jun 26 2004 wrote:

I love this place, I think it’s clear
As in the short time that I’ve been here
I’ve changed my status many times
And now I do my thinking in rhymes!
I just popped in, then said it’s exciting
And more and more I found myself writing
Then asked you all to “look at meee”
With all those posts it’s hard to see,
If it was my words that you were seeing
Or the scantily clad human being.

I’ve loved my times on the SH forum
And try to act with the best decorum
But sometimes I’m tempted into the shower
I never knew a loofah had such power!!
The banter and bollox make me smile
I have a feeling I’ll be here for a while
There’s certain people I’d love to meet
And others who make me look at their feet
But all in all it’s a really good place
And most time spent here is with a smile on my face

The munches are brilliant, I’m a particular fan
Especially cos there I met me a man!
And even though there was somniloquy
I know he’ll be reading my soliloquy
I’m a very happy Angel and it’s been a while
But that Driver always brings to my face a big smile
My ideal man and a swinger too!
So se7endriver, here’s big kisses for you
And thank you SH for bringing us together
I thought I was gonna be single forever!

So here it is, my 500th post
Raise your glasses and let’s have a toast
I hope you like this and whatever’s to come
At least I no longer have sores on my bum!
I’m a “Super Human Rambler”
Well, I suppose if I was a gambler
I’d get short odds on whether I might
Make another few posts on the forum tonight
But its time for bed so off I go
I’m sure I’ll write more tosh tomorrow

Angel

se7endriver on Mon Jun 28 2004 wrote:

Angels now done her 500th post
As the stats show it’s way more than most
Some of its drivel and really quite sad
Some of its controversial and makes people mad

Hardly a day sneaks her by without a word to the wise
Or a shocker of a comment that makes us look to the skys
She can talk and yabber with the best of the bunch
But knowing her now, she was quiet at that 1st munch

She made friends with a duck and that was the last that I saw
Of the quiet and introverted Angel that sat by the door
Many of you may think that she is reserved and quite shy
Just you wait until you get a duck in the eye!

Angels a cracker a beauty a saint
A quiet sideline participant she aint
Her pearls of wisdom are rarely a bore
Now lets look forth to the future and 500 more