Give a little time...

[Chris]

Dottie,

I don't have the don williams version but i am sure i have steven Tower's somewhere!! I will try and route it out for you!!

[dottie]

20 reasons why chocolate is better than sex

You can GET chocolate
"If you love me you'll swallow that" has real meaning with chocolate
Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft
You can safely have chocolate while you are driving
You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to
You can have chocolate in front of your mother
If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won't mind
Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names
The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate
You can have chocolate on top of your desk during working hours without upsetting your work mates
You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped
You don't get hairs in your mouth with chocolate
With chocolate there's no need to fake it
Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant
You can have chocolate at any time of the month
Good chocolate is easy to find
You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you can handle
You are never too young or to old for chocolate
When you have chocolate it does not keep your neighbours awake
With chocolate size doesn't matter, it's always good

[ROSIE]

chocolate Ah invented by woman for women who needs men well chocolate meatloaf only
Rosie

[Rob The Badger]

Chocolate was invented by a man.

[dottie]

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for more

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word,
So I could play them back day after day

If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you",
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
So I can let just one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow,
To make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say, "I love you"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be your last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if your're waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day.

That you didn't take that extra time,
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them,
and that'll you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me, "Thank you" or "Its okay"

And if tomorrow never comes,
You'll have no regrets about today.

[Rob The Badger]

Them's some pretty words. Who by?

[dottie]

Haven't got a clue eyeore, I collect all things like this from the highways and byways, and sometimes from human friends too Makes you think doesn't it :)

[The Archangel Gabriel]

indeed it does Dottie
very beautiful words, and very true, makes you think indeed

[Bren]

"Make new friends, but keep the old:
Those are silver, these are gold."

" Afriend hears the song in my heart and sings
it to me when my memory fails"

"Two may talk together under the same roof
for many years,yet never really meet;and two others at first speech are old friends"

"Friendships are glued together with little kindnesses"


Bren

[dottie]

I'm in the process of making up a scrapbook with family photographs and poems that are related - thought I'd let you have a peek

The Happy Prisoner - For Hubby

You hold me in your arms
Yet I feel free
For this is where I long to be

So keep me safe within the bonds
That hold me fast
bonds of love -
Long may they last

One More Step - From Son to Father

One more step along the world I go.
From the old things to the new
Keep me travelling along with you.
As I travel through the bad and good
Keep me travelling the way I should.
Where I see no way to go
You're be telling me the way, I know.
Give me courage when the world is rough,
Keep me loving though this world can be tough.

From Mum to Son

Give time to hear, give me time to listen,
Give me wisdom for understanding,
There's a still, small voice which to each one of us is speaking,
If only we make the time to listen.

From Mum to Sister

Yesterday I looked at my child and saw my sisters face,
The clear eyes and laughing mouth -
One crooked tooth rising, slightly crooked smile,
And I was transported back some 20 years

Daughter to New Son


Look at me and I shall see
all that is precious to me,
In the twinkle of my eye,
There will be wonder,
There will be honesty,
There will be joy,
There will be laughter,
There will be LOVE.


To Daughter from Mum

To me she was my dearest friend,
Colourful, well rounded and full of joy,
And always as welcome as a Summer afternoon.
To her child she is like Autumn,
mellow and warm, her loving arms
will shelter him from harm.

[Terri]

Originally Posted by dottie

I'm in the process of making up a scrapbook with family photographs and poems that are related - thought I'd let you have a peek

What a great idea!
Thanks for sharing
I love reading this topic, it really makes you stop and think!

[dottie]

Originally Posted by terri

What a great idea!
Thanks for sharing
I love reading this topic, it really makes you stop and think!

Thanks terri - If if brings some comfort to one soul, I'll know its worth it

[dottie]

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up to me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eight seven years old, can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!", and she gave me a giant squeeze. Why are you in college at such a young innocent age?"I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of kids. "No seriously, " I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building andshared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of theyear, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends. whereever she went. She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and little embarresed she leaned into the microphone andsimply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know".

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old, we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young,being happy and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!".

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eight seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I turn eight eight. Anybody can grow older, that doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.

Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets".

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose". She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefuly in her sleep.

Over two thousand collegestudents attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught them by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

[dottie]

Images of a Mother

4 Years of Age - My Mommy can do anything!

8 Years of Age - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 Years of Age - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.

14 Years of Age - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that.

16 Years of Age - Mother? She's hopelessly old fashioned.

18 Years of Age - That old woman? She's way out of date.

25 Years of Age - Well, she might know a little bit.

35 Years of Age - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 Years of Age - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it.

65 Years of Age - Wish I could talk it over with Mom

[bambi]

oh thats beautiful dottie!!

[dottie]

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year has gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men,
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away.
"Here's a telegram sir" "Jim died today".
And that's what we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Remember to always say what you mean,
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself,
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.

Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

[Bren]

i wrote this on a bus journey to Liverpool,

Betrayal

Yes,
i noticed you,
holding empty conversations
with yourself.

The other passengers
watched their destinations
drawing near.
They didn't notice you
except to stare.

Maybe
years of lonliness had crazed your brain
so you remembered conversations
for comfort,
( It was reassuring to hear a voice),
but only your reflection
in the blurred window pane of the bus
answered in silence
to the sound.

You continued talking
to your past.
but the the world that betrayed you
and you
the betrayed
entered mine.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

*applauds*
Truly excellent Bren. Absoloutely striking commentary. I like this style, you should put some more observationalist stuff int the Our Little Poet's thread. . .PLUG! But seriously, that was very, very good.

[mariella]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

*applauds*
Truly excellent Bren. Absoloutely striking commentary. I like this style, you should put some more observationalist stuff int the Our Little Poet's thread. . .PLUG! But seriously, that was very, very good.

Yes indeed Bren, it IS very good and very, very deep, but true.

xxx

Mariella

[Bren]

Thankyou very much Eyeore

i was going to post "betrayal" on little poets...but put it here because i thought it would make people think.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I particularly like the way the verses seem to build, with passing interest and then fade, as though the author is losing interest in the subject again.
This can be seen clearly in this verse:

"Maybe
years of lonliness had crazed your brain
so you remembered conversations
for comfort,
( It was reassuring to hear a voice),
but only your reflection
in the blurred window pane of the bus
answered in silence
to the sound. "

The first and last lines are really short. I don't know if what I read into this was intentional, but it does make you think. Very good stuff this. . .

[Bren]

Thanks again Eyeore,
i used to write a lot of observational stuff...things i saw that affected me deeply , i would write about.
"Betrayal" is one of my personal favourites, so am partiularly happy that you like it.

Thank you Mariella

Bren

[dottie]

Bren it is a privilege to have you post here, I feel that the depth of this poem maybe reflects someone you knew? Or a depth of sadness that has passed you by?

[Rob The Badger]

Sorry to rain on the parade, but I think it's about someone on a bus. . .

[Bren]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

Sorry to rain on the parade, but I think it's about someone on a bus. . .

Correct Eyeore......i wrote it whilst travelling on a bus into Liverpool...about a passenger on the bus, an elderly lady.

Bren