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Where is the Map?

Where is the Map?

My bones are cold,
I found it hard to sleep last night,
My bones are old,
I’ll need more rest tonight.
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If the weather turned warmer, and very soon,
I might just make it through till June,
I feel as though my end is neigh,
If it rains any more I will certainly cry.
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Oh, where is the sun, has it forever gone?
Oh, where is the sun, is it on the run?
From me and you and them as well?
Are we just living in our own hell?
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I need the light I crave the sun,
There must be more to life than run, run, run,
Trying to escape the hell of the poverty trap,
There must be more! Oh where is the map?

I must find the map!

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Posted by on May 2, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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The Fly

God in his wisdom made the fly

Then He forgot to tell us why.

By Ogden Nash

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Posted by on May 2, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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I have the common cold, so I have been told

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I’m not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
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By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever’s hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
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Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
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Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne’er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.
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A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare’s plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!

By Ogden Nash
 
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Posted by on May 2, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY

THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY

by Joseph Messick

 

Monday comes and it’s back to work,

And oh I feel so blue.

Why can’t it be Friday at five,

Oh I wish that it were true.

Tuesday comes and I’m so tired,

I think that I’m depressed.

Oh well I’ll make it some how,

At least I’ll do my best.

Wednesday comes and I see some light,

After Wednesday it’s a downhill grade.

Only two more days till Friday,

And then I’ll have it made.

Thursday comes it’s getting close,

I feel better yes I do.

Tomorrow will be Friday,

Oh Friday I love you.

Thank God it’s Friday,

Only eight more hours to go.

Thank God it’s Friday,

I believe that clock is slow.

Thank God its five o’clock Friday,

Oh joy, oh bliss divine.

No more work for two whole day’s,

It’s such a wonderful time.

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Posted by on May 2, 2014 in poems

 

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Guardian Angel Poem

Guardian Angels
God gave us each an angel
To watch over us with love.
They’re always carrying messages
To Him in Heaven above.

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They warn us during danger,
Encourage us to do what is right,
And will always guard and guide us,
Throughout the day and night.

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God sent them to protect us,
When crisis comes our way,
And to aid us with our problems
That we encounter every day.

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Thank You, my God in Heaven,
For our Guardian Angels dear.
They’re just a token of Your love
To help us through life’s fears.

By Shirley Hile Powell

 
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Posted by on May 1, 2014 in poems

 

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Take the time…to live and love

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn’t there.

‘Where’s her daddy at?’
She heard a boy call out.
‘She probably doesn’t have one,’
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
‘Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.’

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak..
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

‘My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike..
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

‘Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart’

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

‘I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.

You see, he was an Aussie soldier
And died, just this, past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught, Australians to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.’
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

‘I know you’re with me Daddy,’
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

Send this to the people you’ll never forget and
Remember to send it also to the person that sent It to you. It’s a short message to let them know that you’ll never forget them.

If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re
in a hurry and that you’ve forgotten your friends.

Take the time…to live and love.
Until eternity. God bless!

 
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Posted by on April 28, 2014 in poems

 

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I Am a Camel, it said Snarling at Her

Camel at the Crazymad Writer's blog

I Am a Camel, it said Snarling at Her

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I am a Camel, it said snarling at her,

A very old camel; you can tell by my fur,

My teeth and manner give also a hint,

And the hump on my back gives more than a hint.

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I can see by your hump, said Alice – I do,

And also your teeth and manner; it’s true,

The look on your face has me all in affray,

Groaning and snarling, in such a way.

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Still snarling at Alice, the Camel replied,

You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,

If the look on my face was gone; it’s a fact,

No one would listen or look at this chap.

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Without offering Alice a chance to reply,

The Camel went on with his horrible lie,

Creeping closer and closer, until ever so near,

He suddenly pounced and bit off her ear.

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Feeling the hurt and the blood running down,

Alice said, I was such a clown,

To have listened at all to a Camel like you,

Smelling of sweat and stinking like poo.

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I am so Forlorn

giant snail

I am so Forlorn

Rich slug, poor slug, fat slug, thin,

I am a slug that just cannot fit in,

To categorising, following the norm,

I was born with a shell; I am so forlorn!

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Do not be upset, said a stranger to me,

Look at me, she said. Pray tell what you see,

I see a slug with a shell, but how can that be?

I am a snail, she replied, and so are you – can you see?

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Rich slug, poor slug, fat slug, thin,

I am a slug that just cannot fit in,

To categorising, following the norm,

I was born with a shell; I am so forlorn!

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Do not be upset, said a stranger to me,

Look at me, she said. Pray tell what you see,

I see a slug with a shell, but how can that be?

I am a snail, she replied, and so are you – can you see?

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Yes, I replied, this is true – I can see!

The what and the wherefore are included, said she,

Come slime down the path; forget slugs and their ways,

Snails on life’s journey, together each day.

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Yes, I replied, this is true – I can see!

The what and the wherefore are included, said she,

Come slime down the path; forget slugs and their ways,

Snails on life’s journey, together each day.

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Posted by on April 22, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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One two buckle my shoe

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One two buckle my shoe,

Three four knock at the door,

Five six pickup sticks,

Seven eight open the gate,

Nine ten start again,

Nah, that would be silly,

I would much rather go look for slugs to kill.

(It’s funny old world, isn’t it?)

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Posted by on April 17, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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That’s Joe

Slug

That’s Joe

There once was a slug called Joe

Who wished he were fast, not slow

Until one day, while alone

He saw a snail struggling, carrying its home

Now he slimes about happy: That’s Joe

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