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Just wondering if we have any aspiring poets out there?? why not share your writing on this thread?? (only post if you are sure you want your writing made public)

Shall I lead by example and start us off???

Yes please.

A fine old warrior road out one day upon his fair white philly

Im thor - he cried

The Horse replied- you forgot your thadle silly

I have a few I have wrote myself, here is one of them I wrote for my grandmother when she passed on (hope you like it)

'The tale about the caterpillar and the butterfly'

Now you have gone
I shall not weep,
as I have the memories
that I shall keep.

And the thoughts of you
that make me smile,
Is how I know
it's all worth while.

It's just a phase your passing through,
something we all have to do.
Like the caterpillar,turns into a butterfly
yet the caterpillar,
it does not die.

You have spread your wings,
you have learned to fly.
That's how I know,
that you did not die.

So forgive me if I do not weep,
Your spirit flies on,
While your body sleeps!

(hope you liked it Wiki,and thanks for reading!)

Very moving ..

Have u written anymore Chris?

yes Judy I have a great one (if I might say so myself lol) about a child at christmas that I'm quite proud of and will put it up nearer the time) I have a fair few to be honest about all things in life different genres etc,do you write yourself Judy?

Thank you for your comment

Chris

I will put another one up later on tonight as I've been doing a night shift and really need my bed.

Good morning and good night all!!

There was a young man from the coast,
who received a parcel in the post,
in it he observed a crystallised turd,
and the balls of his grandfathers ghost.

is that one of your own Ludwigvan?? lol

I'd like to say it was Chris,but there was a chap called Gerry who drank in Saint Annes club in Rock Ferry about thirty years ago who seemed to have hundreds of them,a lovely chap.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
And other ones don't.

Clears throat...

Oh, to be a caterpillar,
Life would be a farce.
Sliding down a lettuce leaf,
And landing on my elbow!

Thank you, thank you! I know, I know...it's my genius - it's such a curse. Some of us are born great - others of us have to have it thrust into us, later in life. Mine was thrust into me before birth - I'd kill my dad, if he was alive!

For my next poem, I'd like to share...

There once was a lady called Perkins
Who was ever so fond of small gherkins.
One day, after tea,
She ate forty-three,
And pickled her internal workings!

B'bum...tisssshhhh!

And, with that, I must away! My forsooth is verily packed with gadzooks and that nasty audience is getting ever closer with those iron bars!

Think well of me, until I heartily strike you into damnable mirth once again - byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Phantom Giggly escapes into the night, yet again!

That made me laugh Godsplinter thanks for that,you have cheered me up,well not that I was down anyways but you know what I mean.
And you fireman fil thanks to you too mate!