There was a funny wise man name Lenny,
his talents...well there were many.
He soon met his match,
she was quite a catch,
and it didn't cost him a penny.
Your Stories or Poems
by compound complex 135 Replies latest jw friends
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compound complex
Dear A&W:
I'd forgotten about this thread ... some very moving expressions of fellow members here that I had somehow failed to read.
Thanks for sharing the life and times of frugal Lenny!
CoCo
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mouthy
There once was a lady named Grace
Who was not very fair of Face
She was wrinkled & old
Though known to be bold
The wt threw out of their fold.
She was then really stressed
But now greatly blessed..
Because of you lot I confess -
compound complex
Dear Grace,
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love,
CoCo
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Nowman
"The Expression"
Allay the harshness in the expression
There is extremity in this place please move
A jovial practice is what is favorable but
the practice is distorted and twisted
What a shame a voice says
but everyone is bound by his own injury
We yell, we yell, but not even one exclusive person hears us!
Treasure your life and your race before you
Grope for endurance, reach for vitality
and you will have the right expression
I wrote this in 1990 when I was 16, I was a JW teenager that expressed herself through poetry.
I had submitted this into a contest too, supported by the Library of Congress, but my JW parents would not let
me buy the volume it was published in because they thought my poem was weird and that I didn't mean any of it.
Yet, my parents were not very poetic
Nikki
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BabaYaga
Amazing Grace I don't think I have ever read a limerick before that made my eyes water! I am also smiling... I love you, Gal!
Love,
Baba -
iknowall558
LOSS ~Wendy Cope 1945
The day he moved out was terrible
That evening she went through hell,
His absence wasn't a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.
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iknowall558
MY FAVOURITE POEM IN THE WHOLE WORLD
NOT YET MY MOTHER By Owen Sheers.
Yesterday I found a photo of you at seventeen, holding a horse and smiling, not yet my mother.
The tight riding hat hid your hair, and your legs were the long shins of a boys. You held the horse by the halter, your hand a fist under its jaw.
The blown trees were still in the background and the sky was grained by the old film stock, but what caught me was your face, which was mine.
And I thought, just for a second that you were me, But then I saw the womans jacket, nipped in at the waist, the ballooned jodpurs and of course the date, scratched in the corner.
All of which told me again, that this was you at seventeen, holding a horse and smiling, not yet my mother, although I was clearly already your child.
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purplesofa
Today I cry for all I have not done
for all I had to do.
The answers were all there before me.
Who had time to think?
But-
Busy with neccesities.
How relentless it became.
To stay alive.
What a different person we
become,
when there is no time for
laughs
tears
sunsets
butterflies
people
love
Tucked away
the little girl is still there
neatly
safely
guarded
Waiting for a safe time
to come out and play.
She cries too,
for all she did not
get to do,
and all she had to do
See, now I look like a woman,
but it is decieving, as I am only a
child
and
Soon I will be an old woman
Where will the child be then?
Hopefully enjoying
laughs
tears
sunsets
butterflies
people
love -
purplesofa
Running
faster and faster
to my
Destiny
out of
Reality
into
Fantasy