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11-11-2009 05:07 AM ET (US)
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IMPRUDENT HEART
She fell in love Too easily Too deeply Too desperately Her heart was imprudent Indiscrete, Impulsive There was always another target Of her affections Some would deplore her Some would ignore her Some would use her Some would abuse her Her heart was always disrespected Always unappreciated Her love was always unwanted And always unrequited She just wanted to be happy But each time She strove for love It just got further away She gave her heart Too readily Too easily Too cheaply
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11-11-2009 05:07 AM ET (US)
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TOO MUCH LOVE
He loves her he says And he says it often To elicit a reciprocation In case her feelings soften
And he does love her Too much though Than is really healthy Soon she will know
For stronger than his love Growing in intensity Smoulder the embers Of his bitter jealousy
She loves him in return And feels his love But has not yet felt The iron fist in the velvet glove
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11-11-2009 05:05 AM ET (US)
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OUR NIGHT OF FIRSTS
I dreamt last night About our night of firsts I saw everything with such clarity Though it was many years ago All the sights and sounds The smells and of course touch It was such a special night Our night of firsts Our first date The first time we held hands As I walked you home Along the orchard lane And then of course Beneath the cherry tree Our first kiss On that late spring evening When the air was full of perfume And we heard the birdsong We gazed into each others eyes Then our lips touched And our fate was sealed For at that moment On our night of firsts We fell in love From that moment on And all the days of our lives Our love has lasted And though I am alone now And I can only kiss you in my dreams When my time comes We will meet again And walk hand in hand along the orchard lane And kiss once more Beneath the cherry tree
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11-11-2009 05:05 AM ET (US)
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WANT
I want you every day In each and everyway With every breath I take I want to inhale you I want to consume you I want to undress you Slow and controlled I want to peel you Like a piece of fruit Whose consumption Is to be anticipated Each layer more reveling Exposing the sumptuous flesh Ripe in its perfection A sight to be savoured A delight to be relished I want to touch you Feel the warmth of you flesh Sense it tremble beneath my fingers Feel the beating of your heart Beneath your perfect skin Listen to your breath sounds Altering with each touch I want to caress the shape of you Touch the heat of your passion Feel your moistness I want you every day In each and everyway With every breath I take But to you I dont exist
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11-11-2009 05:04 AM ET (US)
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MY
My skin yearns For your gentle touch That silken caress Of velvet joy
My body yearns For the warmth Of your tender embrace Enveloping me
My heart pleads For you presence To be replenished To be refilled
My lips beg To be softly kissed By petal pink mouth Of honey sweetness
My essence craves That other entity Which makes me whole My soul mate
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11-11-2009 05:04 AM ET (US)
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SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer From dainty ankle To lily white thigh
Silk stockings Needing to be touched Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings Cool to the touch Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft Contrasting my ardour These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk Temptingly tactile A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings Sensual silk road That leads to paradise
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11-11-2009 04:58 AM ET (US)
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LOTHARIO
Just let me gaze into your eyes His words did not disguise His unsubtle advances Of flirtatious talk and furtive glances But I fell victim to his charms And he held me in his arms But I held him in mine as well And then had him under my spell As I gazed into his eyes I had the lothario hypnotised
SWEETHEARTS
Put you trust in me my love I will never let you down my dear My darling, dry your tears My angel set aside your fears Our life together will be sublime Sweethearts till the end of time
GROWING OLD TOGETHER
Journey to our Autumn years In my loving company Let us age together like old port Or mature like a piece of Brie What joys the future holds If you spend your life with me A WORLD OF LOVE
When I walk with you Through the woods and hills Just you and I together The real world disappears Melts away like a dream In the cold light of day That you just cant quite remember We avoid the other walkers Such is our greed for each other That we jealously guard our company We are in love Though we speak of it reluctantly Lest we break the spell So we embrace together In our special world Cocooned from the real world By our close proximity Just you and I And that is all the world we need
FOR LOVES ADVENTURE
For loves adventure to begin With lifes journey to share in Requires only that our souls should meet And the circle then to be complete Then with that first sweet embrace There is nothing ahead we cannot face For love itself is not the prerequisite The prize is to keep and treasure it
BEAUTIFUL EYES
Beautiful eyes So clear and blue Big eyes, All the better to see you Eyes, the windows to the soul What do you see through?
Beautiful eyes Imperfection free Big eyes, All the better to see me What do you see? When you look through them at me
Beautiful eyes So honest, so sincere Big eyes, All the better to see clear Do they see me with love? Yes they see with love, my dear?
TAKE A CHANCE ON LOVE
I know its difficult to trust again When deceit is all youve known And lies are all you got to hear Dont let it turn your heart to stone
My love for you is boundless Though the intensity may alter There will be constancy My love for you will never falter
Please give me a chance Put an end to your distress Take a gamble one last time The jackpot is your happiness
TWO HEARTS
Two hearts wanting Standing on the sidelines Wanting to participate But fearing heartbreak
Too scared to trust Past wounds still raw The wanting so deep But the spirit to weak
Two hearts wanting Standing on the shoreline Wanting to take a swim But too fearful to dive in
Two hearts wanting Standing on the sidelines They will join in, in time Or theyll wither on the vine
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11-11-2009 04:56 AM ET (US)
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CONCERNING SPURNING
Since that moment of your spurning How to live without you Im learning But as long as the world keeps turning And a boomerang keeps returning All the time the sun keeps on burning Thats how long Ill keep on yearning
OUR LOVE IS TOUGH
Our love is tough Our love is strong Made in England Apropos As strong as tungsten steel Its as hard as granite rock It wont melt away like the April snow Its made of sterner stuff The only thing that will break it Is if we let it go
DREAMING OF YOU
Walking alone on a bright summers day Im thinking of you though youre far away Wishing you were with me neath this sky of blue In my lovers daydream Im walking with you I dream of you every step and every stride Picturing you with me walking by my side Soon I wont have to dream to have you near me And my phantom lover will have to flee Your perfume will intoxicate me like wine Then I will really feel your hand in mine And then we can fall in love anew Until then I must keep dreaming of you
I COULD HAVE LIVED A LIFETIME
I could have lived a lifetime Sailing the seven seas One moment in the teeth of a gale Then becalmed for want of a breeze I could have charted new waters Or discovered exotic new lands Or battled cutthroat pirates With sword and pistol in my hands I could have lived a life of adventures Sleeping beneath the stars Lived by a strict code of honour While sporting my duelling scars All this and more I could have been If Id lived an adventurous life But in truth what greater adventure Than to lay in the arms of my wife
PRETTY ANGEL
How pretty she was A fact no one denies With the face of an angel And sympathetic eyes Her soft gentle mouth Its true nature it belies For beyond the facade She was the devil in disguise
How deceiving she was Behind the angels disguise Hidden beneath a mask Were calculating eyes Her soft gentle mouth Could speak only lies And beyond the façade Lay the angels demise
BETRAYAL
In your dark betrayal, you have destroyed Everything in my life that mattered What I thought was solid, is now gone Because of you our love was shattered Like a thousand mirrored fragments Each precious memory now scattered Reflects back all those moments of deceit My self respect left torn and tattered
LOOKING AFRESH
Looking afresh in the cold light of day All at once life isnt as dark as it appears When first you left me for another Leaving me alone after so many years I was deeply hurt, but now I realize Youre not worth the salt of my tears
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness Modesty abates, Inhibitions melt away, Mouths engage Tongues employ, Eager hands explore In clumsy groping Of eager young flesh. Clinging together, Writhing in unison, Moaning, panting, gasping The language of lust Fluently uttered, Peaking to imminent crescendo With uncontrollable desire, The throb and ache of want, For final urgent coupling In their gluttonous consumption To attain satisfaction
IN SEARCH OF LARA
From my familiar seat On the crowded bus, I thought I saw you today In the passing throng,
My spirits lifted My heart beat quickened. And like Dr Zhivago In search of Lara I beat against the cold glass. To attract attention
You turned toward me, And it wasnt you. I was mistaken. Through vision clouded by tears I had not seen you, How could it be you? For you are gone
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11-11-2009 04:54 AM ET (US)
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JUNE
On that beautiful day in June The bells peeled out their tune And at that joyful sound he knew He would soon hear her say I do
Then before him a beautiful sight As she appeared in bridal white The hue of the pure white dove Dressed to symbolise her love
When they stood before the altar He spoke clear without a falter With a heart so strong and true He said aloud to the world I do
SLEEP ON IT
Last night I was sad Last night I was mad Last night I hated you Last night I berated you Last night I was crying Last night I was dying Last night I was unforgiving Last night I was tired of living
This morning Im glad Glad for what we once had This morning I have regret for you This morning I want to forget you This morning the tears I cried Have long since dried This morning I am forgiving This morning I am for living
SWEET TOOTH
I have a picture of you Which speaks to me, Speaks in sugary tones And syrupy words Of things I liked to hear When we were both young But my tastes have changed A sweet tooth no longer My palate more mature More sophisticated A little less exciting maybe But you cant be sixteen forever But I will always keep That picture of you Which speaks to me In sugary tones And syrupy words Just to remind me of the time When I had a sweet tooth
TIME IS A GREAT HEALER
Time is a great healer Thats what they said Thats what they told me After you were dead Banal words of wisdom And benevolent attitudes Empty words and gestures And worthless platitudes Only one thing Can ever take the pain away And youre not coming back No matter how hard I pray I just wish with all my heart We could have gone together And I would not feel so lonely And Id be with you forever
FOUR SEASONS
First love gave me springtime And invigorated my life It was summer in my heart When you became my wife Then in our autumn years You were taken from my side Now with my bitter loneliness Its in the winter that I reside
BREATH OF SPRING
She Entered Like a breath of spring And her presence Altered everything She walked in With such a delicate air Heads turned To watch the maiden fair She then returned From whence she came But didnt leave us Quite the same We hoped to see again That breath of spring Whose presence Altered everything
IN SUNSHINE OR IN SHADOW
In sunshine or in shadow Your love sets me aglow In perfect calm or raging storm Your love keeps me warm In times of drought or flood Your passion warms my blood In summer bright or winter dark You are always in my heart
NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
Nothing lasts forever Nothing is that durable Nothing is built to stand the test of time No matter how sound the foundation It will fall apart
Love is among the list of shoddy structures Love doesnt last forever Even though we wish it would And we can make the case why it should And list the justification Because I need you I feel so lost without you I don't want to be alone No one is listening There is no ombudsman To hear your grievance and arbitrate You have loved and lost
But knowing it wont last forever Doesnt soften the blow When it comes to an end It still hurts like hell And the pain seems to last forever
DREAM LOVER?
Was our secret love as special as it seems Or were our liaisons only in my dreams Am I remembering those nights clearly When your heart beat only for me And we satisfied all of our passions In all their varied forms and fashions Could it be our exertions were a fallacy? Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy Were those sensual hours spent with you? Or just an imagined lovers rendezvous
ON LIFES GREAT JOURNEY
On lifes great journey When sweet love crosses your path Seize it with great urgency Capture it and keep it safe Do not let it loose from your grasp Lest it slip through your fingers, and be gone Hold it tightly Cherish it, nurture it, and watch it grow Until it wraps itself about you Like a great loving cloak Protecting you from the world Making you invincible And you will know true happiness But when on your life long expedition And sweet love crosses your path Ignore it at your peril For who can say When it might pass your way again
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11-11-2009 04:51 AM ET (US)
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IF EVER TWO SOULS
If ever two souls could become one entity Then that pair would be you and I And no woman would ever be more loved that you If ever one entity were made from we two
I WILL BE AS THE GRANITE ROCK
I will be as the granite rock In your times of sorrow I will be the joy in all your yesterdays And again in your tomorrows I will love you forever Until the poets run out of rhyme Or the sun no longer shines I will love you till the end of time
I AM NO SUPERMAN
I am no superman No man of steel, I am not super human Not endowed with special powers
I have no heart of stone Nor feet of clay I am human Prick my finger, see me bleed
I am no angel Nor am I devil I am not inhuman Not devoid of emotion
I am just a man Ordinary, average Unremarkable With hopes and dreams Plans and aspirations And a heart to give When I meet her
WHERE DO I BEGIN TO SAY?
Where do I begin to say? Exactly what you mean to me It would surely end my world If you were to set me free
Where do I begin to say? How happy it would make me If I could find the perfect words To express my feelings with clarity
When we are separated I feel half a person, empty and incomplete But when we are together I am whole and I am replete
Where do I begin to say? How blessed I am to have you in my life As my lover, and best friend My partner and my wife
SHE IS
She is embedded in my heart I imagine her inside my head I picture her in my life Safely in my arms Or sleeping in my bed
She is ingrained in my soul I imagine us with a family I picture our life together Far off in the future With cherished memories
She is woven through my fabric She is at the very heart of me I feel her hand in mine And her kisses on my skin Her scent is exotic and heady
Though she is in my every thought And my dreams of her persist I have to confess that As much as I love her She doesnt know that I exist
BUTTERFLY GIRL
We stood on a hill top high With the golden sun up in the sky We bathed in each others company And the time passed idly by
Below us stood the village mill Wheel turned by the silver water While on the hill a young man stood Kissing the Millers daughter
And as we stood upon that hill Beneath that glorious summer sun My heart was lost to her forever But for the girl it was only fun
So there would be no love affair No reciprocation of desire She was just a pretty butterfly Flitting from flower to flower
I DONT WANT
I dont want silk lingerie Or delicate hand made lace I dont want designer frocks Or makeup for my face I dont want French perfume Or expensive jewelry I dont want a penthouse flat With luxurious foolery I dont want foreign holidays Or bouquets of every hue I dont even want a sports car I just want a man thats true
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11-10-2009 06:14 AM ET (US)
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I THOUGHT MY HEART WAS BROKEN
I thought my heart was broken On the day she said goodbye I loved her so much I loved her too much All my friends said Youre better off without her Plenty more fish in the sea But I wasnt so sure
I thought my heart was broken But in the end I was mistaken Though I felt pain I dont want to feel again My friends were right I was better off without her And there were more fish in the sea Of that I was assured
I thought my heart was broken On the day she said goodbye But it was not you see And if she had not left me Then my friends, the matchmakers Would not have trawled the seas And found the perfect girl for me My future is now secured
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11-10-2009 06:13 AM ET (US)
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THOSE EYES
Those eyes, those eyes Of saucer size Those eyes, those eyes That hypnotize
Those eyes, those eyes So worldly wise Those eyes, those eyes That bring me sighs
Those eyes, those eyes Cause of my demise Those eyes, those eyes Im lost, so no surprise
EVERY DREAM IVE DREAMED
Every dream Ive dreamed Was because of you Every wish Ive wished You have made come true You read me like a book And you are written on every page Everything I've longed for Is rolled up in one package You came to me like a gift Delivered out of the blue And the greatest gift of all Is being loved by you
THANK YOU ELIZABETH
How do I love thee? Was Ms Brownings question Let me count the ways. Was her suggestion But how to begin That list of criteria Or to select one phrase To serve as a Panacea Her answer was perfection The perfection such as I desire I love you as deep and wide And as high as my soul can aspire
IMMEASURABLE
Since that first day long ago When first I saw my angel We have laboured hard at love And we have both built well We have forged this love Which we will forever know It will never melt away Like the thawing of the snow But how is it measured? How do we quantify? We feel it and that is proof enough The love shared by you and I
MORE THAN ALL THE RICHES
More than all the riches of the earth Or all the treasure of the deep More than ingots from the vaults Or jewels in the Castles keep Neither polished gem nor cultured pearl Could be held to be in compare To the priceless nature of our love That you and I both share
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11-10-2009 06:13 AM ET (US)
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THE L WORD
Often inappropriately used The word love is everywhere Forced into every utterance Used almost like a panacea Some who find themselves in love Use the L word to death As if underlining their insecurities It is uttered with every breath Though while some use it liberally Some have an aversion to saying it But whichever camp you fit in If you have to say it - mean it
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
How great is the feeling Of love, love, love Brought on the wings Of a snow white dove Sent by the angels Who dwell high above A love so perfect It fits me like a glove My life was so empty Of love, love, love But to keep my life full You are the solution thereof
IF YOU WERE A STAR
If you were a star youd be the brightest If you were a mood youd be the lightest If you were a pop song youd be number one If you were the weather youd be the sun If you were a drink youd be bucks fizz You are the best you are the bizz
YOU ARE
You are the oasis in my desert You are the sun in my sky You are the cherry on my cake You are the cream on my pie You make us into we Instead of you and I
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11-06-2009 05:42 AM ET (US)
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WE HAD IT ALL
It was here, in our grasp We could see it, feel it, touch it Something steadfast and solid Reassuring and comforting A constant, a given Something infinite and immeasurable
We had it all in our hands A living breathing thing That we gave life Our own creation, our new entity But we let it escape from our grasp Slowly slipping through our fingers Though we tried to recapture it It was illusive, like trying to net smoke It evaded our efforts
So now it's gone and nothing remains, Of that entity that was us Nothing tangible, nothing physical Only memories remain
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11-06-2009 05:42 AM ET (US)
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RING IN THE WINDOW
In the window he saw the ring The perfect one, a beautiful thing The most perfect symbol for her At its centre a Ceylon sapphire A gem to beguile and hypnotise And match the beauty of her eyes Then to compliment its glow Around it sits a diamond halo Light playing on its heavenly guise Like the sparkling of her eyes All set in a stylist platinum band Which he could picture on her hand And pictured himself on one knee So he could say please marry me
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11-06-2009 05:41 AM ET (US)
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LOVE HAIKU # 1
Under skies of grey, or beneath a sky of blue, I would love you still
LOVE HAIKU # 2
Should the clouds obscure, the glorious stars at night, I will still love you
LOVE HAIKU # 3
Wondrous chemistry, electricity crackling, when boy meets a girl
LOVE HAIKU # 4
The science of love, physics meets biology, when boy meets a girl
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11-02-2009 07:45 AM ET (US)
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MY HEART WILL SAY
My heart will say Every day Why am I empty? So empty
My heart will say Every day Why am I so lonely? So lonely
My heart will say Every day I can love someone Anyone
My heart will say Every day Answer me please Please answer me
My heart makes a plea Please fill me Give me some company Hear my plea
My heart will say Every day Find me a kindred spirit Oh please permit
My heart despairs I have so much to share I have so much to give Please let me live
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11-02-2009 07:45 AM ET (US)
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YOU MUST KNOW I LOVE YOU
You must know I love you I hope I show you that I do For the sweetest moments in my life Are the ones I spend with you
You are my first thought When I awake to the new day And the last thing on my mind At night when I drift away
I wish I could tell you Of the love thats in my heart I want you to feel the depth of love Ive felt for you from the start
I would use sweet phrases And sugary words of love The sweetest ever known Speaking of columbine and dove
No the words that I must choose Are the simplest that I can use What I'm feeling deep inside Is the deepest love for you
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11-02-2009 07:44 AM ET (US)
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ON THAT BEAUTIFUL DAY IN JUNE
On that beautiful day in June When they played that familiar tune My heart was filled with happiness Then I saw you in the big white dress
I stole a sideways glance at you And found you looking at me too It was quite goofy we smiled so much I took your hand and felt your tender touch
Proudly we stood together side by side As before God the knot was tied My heart filled again with happiness As I wed the girl in the big white dress
If pride is a sin then Ive sinned too much Ive felt it when Ive felt your loving touch Ive felt it at our happiest and our saddest And when I saw you in a maternity dress
Oh how I remember that day in June When they played that familiar tune And my heart was filled with happiness When I saw you in the big white dress
And now as I look back across the years To the times of laughter and of tears Ive never said I love you and not felt proud My dearest one beneath the big white shroud
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10-30-2009 09:07 AM ET (US)
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SEASON OF WITCH
When the werewolfs howl And vampires take to the wing When the witches start to brew And you hear the banshees sing When the ghouls are on the move And the ghosts can all be seen Then thats the time you know That its the night of Halloween
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10-30-2009 09:06 AM ET (US)
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A VAMPIRES TALE
When the sun has long set At dead of night I rise from my bed And go out for a bite
Soon I am flying On my vampire quest Its fresh young necks That I like the best Though I am in no way A connoisseur And I would not turn down Something more mature
Soon I find a subject Ripe for the picking And when Ive supped My lips Im licking
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10-30-2009 09:06 AM ET (US)
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TIS ON THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN
Tis on the night of Halloween When ghosts and ghouls and things obscene Arrive when our worlds come together unseen And the souls and demons can pass between
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10-28-2009 09:01 AM ET (US)
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NEVIS
In the lochs reflection Could be glimpsed The gentle caress of clouds Atop the granite peaks Before they thickened To hide the Ben Then separated like parting friends To reveal the stark silhouette Against the blue And through these inconsistent clouds The sun would burst Illuminating the glen And its heathered hills As the clouds moved west The sunbeam moved Like a torches light And in the distance The hills appeared to move As if in a lantern show Then on the freshening wind From the west Squally showers blew in And the sun painted A rainbow across the sky And as quickly as it had arrived The showers blew away And the rainbow faded Evaporating to nothing Then the sun began to set Beyond the western isles And turned the sky red With streaks of pink and gold Decorating the whole sky And when the sun sank Beyond those misty isles The night wrapped the glen In its dark shroud
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10-28-2009 09:00 AM ET (US)
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IS IT YOU?
Is it you? Are you the one? Are you my missing puzzle piece? That will make me whole And complete the unfinished picture Or will you be another square peg In my round hole
Is it you? Are you the one? The special other half of me If we touch will we bond together? Seamlessly, our borders undefined Or will we repel like opposite poles Never to be joined
Is it you? Are you the one? The shadow of my soul Will we fit like hand in tailored glove? Or will you be like That hand knitted Christmas gift From a well meaning aunt
Is it you? Are you the one? My long lost soul mate Will we wear each other? Like comfortable shoes Or some fashionable pair That pinch and rub
Is it you? Are you the one? The one thats made for me Or dont you exist When our fingers touch Will electricity pass between us? Or will it just be a static shock That makes us flinch
Is it you? Are you the one? The one I have always sought Or is it that you dont exist And I have set my sights to high My heart wont let me believe that So take my hand and we will try Can you feel that?
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10-28-2009 08:59 AM ET (US)
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ON THE BLACK LAKE
John, in his boat one grey autumn day Bobbing on the lakes black water His heart gripped by blackness As he sobbed for the loss of his daughter
His blood ran cold through his veins As he stared at the dark water there Water that would welcome him And end a life filled with despair
Johns life was as empty as his heart Now his dear little girl was gone That sweet yellow haired angel Without her he just couldnt go on
Then calmness came upon the water And he became suddenly aware He was no longer alone in his boat As he stared at the dark water there
The boat no longer bobbed on the lake As he turned to look behind him He saw God sitting in the stern And on the shore stood two Seraphim
God sat with smiling countenance His hair white as artic snow His soft eyes just radiated love And he emitted a warming glow
John stood silent before his god As the boat drifted towards the shore And the black despair which gripped him Left his body through every pore
Then Gods eyes looked toward the land To where his brace of angels stood And John was moved to do the same And in that instant he understood
For stood between the angels Was his sweet yellow haired girl Her broken body once more whole And a hallow sat above her curls
Though the heavenly father never spoke John understood the meaning clear His darling child made Cherubim was safe And his time was not yet near
Then singing the songs of paradise The Seraphim both ascended high While his darling girl waved to him And ascended herself into the sky
John turned towards the stern As the boat bobbed on the lake again But saw only an empty space The king had returned to his domain
John, in his boat that grey autumn day Bobbing on the lakes black water Now felt at peace with himself Though he still grieved for his darling daughter
The waters were not so black any more And love displaced despair in his heart Though he would always miss his angel He knew they would not always be apart
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10-19-2009 08:40 AM ET (US)
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AUTUMN TREASURE
All was calm, in the morning After the autumn storm Had stripped bare the trees And swept the fallen harvest To havens sheltered from the gale In the calm clear night The frost crisped the land Holding all in suspended animation Everything where it fell As the sun strengthened To melt away the frost Leaves spill from the bottom of hedgerows Like golden coins from treasure chests In a vast well filled vault Soon enough this fallen bounty Would again be scattered Across the landscape On the next autumnal weather front
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10-19-2009 08:39 AM ET (US)
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GOD IS
God is goodness God is love God and love Go hand in glove
God is blessed God is hope God and hope Will help us cope
God is loving God is peace God and peace Will never cease
God is patient God is grace God and grace Hold us in embrace God is goodness God is love God and love Go hand in glove
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10-19-2009 08:39 AM ET (US)
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I MISS THE PLACE
I miss the place Where I journeyed into this world Where a loving mother Kissed me And gently brushed my curls
I miss the place Where mother taught me the joys of life And my father Taught me to seek harmony from strife
I miss the place Where my school days first began And those friends That made up our inseparable band
I miss the place Where my heart had an optimistic view And I miss the face Of my one and only love so true
I miss the place Where summer days seemed without end Where natures bounty Spilled from the fields we had to tend
I miss the place Where the bones of my parents lay And the times When our days were full with play
I miss the place I knew before I grew into a man And took up arms To fight for the king in a foreign land
I miss the place That is the home I shall never see again Never smell the grasses green Or taste those gentle summer rains
I miss that place My distant home far across the sea The place I left behind So I could die fighting for the free
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PLEASE DONT LOVE ME
Please dont love me Please dont make me The object of your affections Or subject me to your infatuations
Just because I smile at you And make small talk too And we have so much in common Is nothing to pin your hopes upon
Please dont love me Please dont invest your love in me Ive been down that road before I dont wish to travel it anymore
Every thing is rosy at the start But too many times love breaks your heart I will not risk my heart again So all alone I will remain
So please dont love me Friends is all we can ever be Save your love for the one My dealings with love are over and done
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THE LIGHT WENT FROM THE WORLD
The light went from the world When our love came to an end I lost everything of worth My lover, confident and friend
At the moment we discovered Our love had simply lost its spark Like the switching of a light switch My whole world went dark.
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TWENTY SOMETHING, SWEET YOUNG THING
Twenty something Sweet young thing You smile at me each day Hello or Hi you might say The carriage rattles along Rushing us towards the throng The train wheels sing a song And I picture you in a thong You look up from you book And give me a quizzical look Can you read my thoughts? Id better think about sports No, no that doesnt help at all Now youre playing beach volley ball Twenty something Sweet young thing Looking at me quizzically This is the affect you have on me Better not read my mind? You dont know what youll find In my head I often caress The soft curves of your tender flesh As I divest you of your attire And satisfy my every carnal desire A smile replaces your quizzical look Before your eyes return to your book I must not have these thoughts again When we are together on the train Twenty something Sweet young thing
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LOVES METAPHOR
Not even the angels above Could make a better match So please be with me And I will make you happy Such is the depth of my lasting love Intense and profound Deeper than the deepest ocean Enduring till that watery abyss Dries to sun baked desert And its powdery form runs Through your fingers And loves metaphor is blown away Like smoke on the wind
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THE SEASONS OF LOVE
Our love was born with the lambs In the freshness of spring And like the lambs we stepped unsure Uncertain of what life would bring
When spring turned to summer We had caught cupids eye Our hearts danced like flowers in the breeze As he shot his arrows at you and I
When summer waned into autumn Love changed colour like the leaves Life draining away dying leaf by leaf And began to drift away on the breeze
When autumn gave way to winter Love lay bleeding in the snow Each flake of snow buried it deeper Nothing of our love was left to show
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A PORT IN A STORM
Is it too much to ask For my love to be returned Just one simple gesture of warmth That is all Ive yearned
A burning passion is hoped for Though in truth not expected A heartfelt acknowledgement But no heart has been detected
Drifting in and out of my life As if Im a convenient respite Then when interest wanes I am again alone in the night
Each bland uncaring rebuff, Is another dagger to my heart My love is treated with apathy But I miss it when were apart
I chastise my self for my weakness For accepting it and making do I deserve better than this I deserve a love thats honest and true
I have paid all my dues I have paid in like an endowment Never made a withdrawal Still there is no return on my investment
Now my will to continue is gone As I am left once more Forlorn I pray my for anguish to be at an end Like a bird impaled upon a thorn
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TAINTED LOVE
Cruel fate Cursed our souls When cupids arrow Missed its aim And speared our hearts Hearts not free to love Hearts otherwise wedded In blessed union
But cupids strike Left us fettered Bound together With loves chains Enslaving us Bonding us with love
Conjugated by fate Entangled marionettes Puppets of love Reluctantly performing To anothers will
Held in love's grip By fates curse That bitter sweet gift Of deceitful ardour Duplicitous romance Forbidden passion That gift of love With the curse of betrayal
Knowing loves intimacy The joy of closeness The warmth of tenderness Passion made manifest Emboldened the psyche Elevated the soul Flames of passion Burning deeply Cleansing all But the guilt
Enchanted by Eros Beguiled by Amor Spellbound by adoration But gripped by fear Fear of being together Fear of discovery But the overriding fear Of separation
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RAINY SUNDAY
Its a rainy Sunday And Im feeling blue Remembering the past And thinking of you
Do you happily look back? Across the years Or do you view them Through bitter tears
Do you ever think of me? Just once in a while With a furrowed brow Or rueful smile
You thought our love Would last an eternity But I was quite happy Just to wait and see
I just wanted us To enjoy the laughter But what you wanted Was happy ever after
I loved you so much more Than I would ever say When we broke up On that rainy Sunday
When you asked me I should have said I really do love you I just shrugged instead
I wish I could go back To that rainy Sunday I would get on my knees And beg you to stay
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ADDICTED TO LOVE
I have given her only love And tender affection In return I get only contempt In its equal measure I cannot cut the bond The unseen umbilical That binds me to her I am a slave to her will Chained and imprisoned By a dominating mistress Cruel and controlling In an invisible metaphor Her words are like whips That lash me with cruelty Each word laced with Bile and poison That cuts into me deeply But never scars my flesh If only one word Bore but a hint of kindness I would be uplifted But I remain down cast My hopes and dreams Have faded into ether Enslavement has led To a foul dependency Now I am addicted To her poisonous love The stuff of nightmares
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HOLOCAUST
Since the cooling of the Nazis oven fires And the fading glow of the funeral pyres The world has had to endure the mutterings Of those who deny the holocausts sufferings The inane ramblings of conspiracy theorists The bigoted bile of Islamic fundamentalists The holocaust now stricken from the syllabus We must not speak of it lest we cause a fuss We must appease the liberal sentiments For God forbid we might cause offence But the holocaust happened, SHOUT it aloud Shout it in the face of the apathetic crowd For if we do not condemn the holocaust deniers Somewhere, one day they will relight the fires
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10-10-2009 04:49 PM ET (US)
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THE LAST TOMMY John Harry Patch 17th June 1898 25th July 2009
God bless you Harry Patch The last British Tommy to fall Jack, Jill and Maudie are waiting Can you hear that distant bugle call? The serried ranks stand cheering Calling you to glory Harry Calling you to reassemble You must go now no time to tarry Jack, Jill and Maudie Allen Are waiting to greet you proudly Goodbye Harry so long old friend Can you hear the bugle calling loudly? Come to the cookhouse door boys Come to the cookhouse door Oh fallen heroes, oh hearty lads I fear we will see your like no more
Jack, Jill and Maudie Allen where the nicknames of Harry Patchs Lewis machine gun crew who were killed by shell fire on Pilkem Ridge, Passchendaele, Belgium in 1917
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HARRYS LAST POST
Soldiers bear the last of the lads In casket draped in the union flag And then a reverent silence falls Before the last posts mournful call Trumpeting his journey into grace To feel his comrades warm embrace Goodbye Harry a soldier known The final Tommy going home
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PRISONER OF LOVE
I stole a glance at you Lustfully larcenous More than one in fact I was a repeat offender A serial gazer In perpetual regard Loitering with intent to stare In open mouthed infatuation And you caught me Apprehended me in the act Of elicit observation Your arresting look Took custody of me A petty felon With prior form And with merciless intent You stole my heart Without hesitation No mere act of petty larceny You took it from me And at once captivated me Imprisoned me Behind the bars of love Once in your possession It became valueless Scornfully regarded You keep it under glass On display Where you can watch it beat Or by capricious whim Play with it Like a cat plays with a mouse While I die by inches Knowing you have my heart But not one of your own So sits a prisoner of love In sight of death row Indefinitely incarcerated Behind the bars of love No hope of parole
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THE JUDAS KISS
You said you had to go away, Just a day or two A business trip Something you had to do
But I knew better I knew that you were leaving I found out About the cheating and deceiving
I wait for the truth to come But you just keep lying Youre leaving me And inside Im dying
But you wont see me cry I just smile instead I wont let you see me I will do that in my empty bed
You kiss me on the cheek And look me in the eye And with that Judas kiss You turn and say goodbye
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I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID
From my pew Where I stood and prayed My eyes were fixed On a Christian maid
Is it inappropriate? My lecherous behaviour When in church Worshipping the saviour
I studied every inch Right down to the floor Instead of hymn numbers Vital statistics I saw
A glimpse of lace A bra strap showing My eyes consumed her Without her knowing
The tightness of her jeans Her shape within I missed the sermon Doubtless about sin
A sight to feast my eyes Which affected me so That I had a quiver in my voice And a tingle down below
Oh lord forgive me For being such a sinner But you must admit She really is a stunner
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS
She had a distinct aura That pervaded the senses Femininity, without vanity Beauty, without conceit Forthright, but not brash Confident but not cocky Refreshingly sincere Intelligent but not haughty Wit without cruelty Laughter without malice Principled and scrupulous Morality without piety Could no one else see it? Was I in a minority of one? Surely I am not alone In my admiration of her As she looks at me What does she see? She looks at me appraisingly What does she see? How is she evaluating? Is there an attraction? Yes but more than that alone Then simultaneously In mutual acquiescence We reached the conclusion It was simple recognition Of the similarly disposed Of kindred spirits We are soul mates
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SPEECH IMPEDIMENT
Each morning, we stood at the bus stop Not together, but in proximity Day after day, week after week I would glance at her in admiration But I would never speak to her There would be an occasional nod And sometimes a smile I would have liked to ask her out I had almost done so many times But my nerve would always go So often I formed the question in my head But the words wouldnt come out I always steeled myself For the big moment, but it never happened Then one day When she looked particularly alluring I thought to myself This time will be different This time I have rehearsed, Though only on the cat, This time I will do it. So armed with a well constructed sentence I made my move I took a deep breath Turned to face her, The sentence looping through my head Over and over I opened my mouth to speak But the sentence did not appear Instead jumbled words tumbled out From my anxiously dry mouth, But not in the order I intended Some words inappropriately joined together Giving an all together different meaning That may have caused her to be offended It had gone better with the cat. I just stood there Spouting my nervous stuttering gibberish I thought she must think me such an idiot And fully expected her to laugh in my face But instead she smiled at my nervousness And reformed the words into a sentence, The very sentence I had rehearsed, Spoke it back to me And then smiling broadly, answered yes
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FILLE DE PAPILLON
Remember when we were young Those long halcyon days Down on your dads farm Joyful hours spent Idling our time away. Swinging on that old rustic gate Roaming the countryside Happy lazy days, Nothing particular to do And a world of time to do it in
They were wonderful days They were innocent days Before the end of childhood Before those weeks That special summer So long ago When you seemed to transform Into something new Like a butterfly Emerging from its cocoon Spreading its wings in the sun Displaying fresh beauty
Your transformation From the cutely naive country girl Awkward and ungainly Into a beautiful young woman An altogether more graceful being Though I was fond of the grubby faced girl With untidy hair, wispy and uncombed I would very soon fall in love With the butterfly that had replace her
With the emergence of the butterfly girl With all the beauty Of the first flower of spring We trod an unfamiliar path Leaving our childish games behind Taking our first tentative steps Towards love
A love that was a stranger to us Yet we stepped eagerly in to its turbulent sea And immersed ourselves in its waters We soon knew at once The excitement of first love When joy was all we could see And all of our thoughts Were only for each other Sweet moments spent In blissful adoration Until love was burnt deeply on our souls
Now as we walk the familiar places As we have so often done With scenes much visited We can stand in that spot Where first I beheld the butterfly Resplendent in the sunlight And say to you With heartfelt sincerity That I love you still
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I HIDE ME
I hide me From the world Protect myself Within an amniotic sac Like a babe in the womb My heart in a cocoon Free from harm Wrapped in cotton wool Safe, secure, Out of sight, out of mind
I hide me The best of me Protected from Deceitful hearts And transient desires The Schemers, dreamers, And false redeemers The superficial and the shallow The morally hollow Those that would hurt me Use me and abuse me All these and more
I hide me The essential me Keep me hidden From the bitterness and bile Of the vindictive and the vile Free from recrimination And spiteful retribution Heart locked safely away Never to see the light of day
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BENEATH THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE
Like the star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet, They come from feuding kin And must hide their love They meet in secret Beside the quiet lake The only sounds, Are of the faintest breeze Disturbing the lofty tree tops And ducks squabbling on the lake But despite the quiet Fearful of discovery They embrace hidden from view Beneath a weeping willow tree Whose leafy pendulous branches Trail down into the still water Stirred by the gentle breeze They dip in an out of the water Like the toes of a reluctant bather. They kiss there in the quiet shade And feel at once renewed No words are spoken Their language is of caress and kiss Such tender converse With limitless vocabulary And languid pronunciation Every syllable well employed And when the final paragraph is reached They end with perfect .punctuation Stirring from their lovers languor They tread separate paths To rejoin warring tribes Adopting adversarial manner No knowing looks to be exchange No casual brushing past When for that exquisite moment Hand touches hand They must remain entrenched Until they can once again Embrace beneath the weeping willow tree
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07-17-2009 11:32 AM ET (US)
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GONE ARE THOSE JOYFUL DAYS
Gone is that joyful day When we stood before God Humble in his blessed presence And we were joined as one Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days Full of love and laughter Days of tender moments And heady nights of passion Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days When we walked along the shore line Sunlight glinting on the water The sea breeze blowing through our hair Happy and carefree, hand in hand Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days When God blessed our union And delivered perfect joy into our lives As our little family grew And we had everything we desired
Gone are those joyful days When your smile lit up my life And my heart brimmed over with love for you Before it was broken in two And you were still here with us
Gone are the joyful days Since you have gone ahead of me Now God has you by his side And I will miss you deeply until that day When God has reunited us
I look forward to that joyful day When we stand once more together But though my heart is broken I must delay our reunion Our sweet children need me And I must love them double now
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ALL OF MY LIFE
All of my life I have had no talent Hidden or on show No gift or endowment No skill or mastery No bent or flair Ability or forte Nothing to mark me out From the common herd Or stand me out from the crowd All of my life I have been ordinary Mediocre and average Quite mundane and everyday No hint of genius Expert only in my ordinariness But content in my mediocrity All of my life I have been un-ambitious No goals to be achieved Not driven by desire In any shape or form Some might say shiftless I would say satisfied Happy with my lot All of my life I lived a half life Until my outlook changed When I saw you smile And heard you speak my name I was born again With new purpose A new vocation To shed my mediocrity And cast it aside Like a well used coat And dig deep within myself To find that dying ember of desire That almost imperceptible spark So clearly visible to you And breathe life into it Until white hot And then fan the flames of passion You have ignited in me All the rest of my life Endowed with your gift I will feel extraordinary And with my new found ambition My one and only goal The soul purpose of my being Is to make you truly happy As happy as you have made me And with all my heart and soul I will dedicate myself To always loving you
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THE RUSTIC STILE AT LANES END
At lanes end The rustic stile Stands sentinel still Marking that special place Where the fates conspired Our souls should meet Though we purposely Trod opposing paths We met at that rustic spot And to help you cross I took your hand Small and silken soft Guiding you safe to my side And despite the presence Of each others companions We were to all intents Quite alone And in those moments When hand touched hand We at once beheld Our lives from that point on Would be forever altered And were content With that destiny
At lanes end The rustic stile Stands like a monument Marking the place of alteration A significant place A spiritual place oft revisited And on such sojourns We would find renewal As the energizing memory Of that special moment Assailed our senses Essentially invigorating Like imbibing the waters From the fountain of youth And our hearts would once again Resound with joyousness And sweet moments of romance Those excited tingles Of loves first passion When hearts beat faster And desire courses Through every fibre The thrill of blossoming love Adding to the strata Of our love laid down Through all our years By returning to the place Of loves wondrous inception We keep our love alive And in equal measure Love returns the favour
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LOVES METAPHOR REVISITED
Not even the angels above Could make a better match So please be with me And I will make you happy Such is the depth and breadth Of my lasting love Intense and profound Broader than the horizon And the measure of an ocean deep Enduring till that watery abyss Dries to sun baked desert And its powdery form runs Through your fingers And loves metaphor is blown away Like smoke on the wind
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SNAPSHOT
I held her picture Posed for posterity A picture of a young girl In a summer dress A hand me down Pattern faded With fraying hem A pretty young woman Face of innocence Framed by brown tousled hair Naïve and unaffected Unsure of her beauty And more beautiful Because of it Such a wonderful snapshot Of a perfect moment So long ago I fell in love with her that day My heart melted Like the snow in spring I love her still And every day in between Tears welled in my eyes As I looked at that picture Of naïve beauty And they fell unchecked As I remembered The woman she became And the love we shared Until she was taken from me
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I HAD FORGOTTEN HER
I had forgotten her I had forgotten The way she looked With her bright elfin face And brown soulful eyes I had forgotten The sound of her voice With its sweet honeyed tones And her infectious laughter It had been hard But I had forgotten her I had forgotten The smell of her hair The taste of her lips The touch of her skin I had forgotten her She was off my radar My senses were free of her Free of her intoxication Free of her narcotic It had taken months Going cold turkey To cleanse myself To detox To shake her from my consciousness And exorcise her from my soul I changed jobs Decorated the house Rid myself of everything that reminded me of her And I was free My life was once more on an even keel The stormy seas had been quelled All was calm and safe Such comfort there is in safe The wounds had healed Though the scars remained I had peace of mind Since I had forgotten her Well I had forgotten her Until that fateful day When I found it Down the side of the sofa A small pearl button Such an innocuous item Evoked such potent memories Of a violet lambs wool sweater That accentuated her breasts so well The button was a casualty of an encounter Discarded in our passionate haste And in that instance of recognition She was all at once back with me My senses reawakened Her scent was in my nostrils I could feel her lips on mine Her caress on my cheek I could hear her infectious chuckle And I saw her sitting beside me Close enough to touch And as the wounds reopened I realised I had not forgotten her I had just shut down Disabled my interface with the world Hid in my castle and pulled up the draw bridge And created my own world within I held the button in my fingers As my castle walls fell And the world flooded in That little pearl button Spoke to me in volumes And I knew I loved her still
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DESIGN FOR LIFE
When you look out Across the cityscape The first impression is one of planning With order and method A systematic landscape Above a thriving community Running as a well oiled machine Every element doing its part A symbiotic relationship Every person a cog in the machine A perpetual entity Evolving and changing Redesigning itself Outside the conurbation As if in stark contrast The country side and nature Appear chaotic and haphazard Without order or method Simple and ordinary Lacking the sophistication of civilization But in reality the urbanites live in chaos Dysfunctional and self-destructive While in nature there is structure and order And the closer you observe it The more of its complexities And intricate structures are revealed Everything precision engineered With order and purpose Every organism contains natures code The building blocks of our world And of our universe True sophistication exists at every level Complex and extraordinary So let man builds his cities While God builds everything else
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ON A HILL IN CALVARY
On a hill in Calvary In a savage unenlightened time Nailed upon a rugged cross By brutal hand They thought to kill a man To snuff out his light That light of purest love Unquenchable, indestructible
On that hill in Calvary He died for us The shadow of that cross Cast upon the bloody land Was an illuminating shadow That spread light and love Shining across millennia Unquenchable, indestructible
On that hill in Calvary He died for us In that savage unenlightened time Murdered by brutal hand Humiliated, dehumanised But through his love for us And his sacrifice for us He redeemed us
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GETHSEMANE
In that favoured retreat Of Gethsemanes garden Did the Prince of peace In his agonies Sweat blood upon That fertile ground Forsaken by his father Doubting his destiny And how wretchedly betrayed By that simple Judas kiss
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KIWI GIRL
She was a tiny little thing Barely five foot, Pint size But larger than life With huge grey eyes
Her first words were Im not an Aussie Im from New Zealand And Im a Kiwi
Christened Katherine She preferred Kitty At first glance I thought she was pretty
Perhaps not beautiful Well not obviously so But certainly pretty But not to the shallow
She was not compelled By fashion or fad In her cargo pants And shirt of plaid
Her stocking feet Made little sound As on fairy steps She flitted around
She had a delicious chuckle Rich and fruity When she laughed Was when I saw beauty
A smile lit up her face And her big eyes Transformed her From pupae to butterfly
Her laughing eyes Glanced aside And she was caught Her look was spied
Her pale skin As she blushed Turns to crimson And away she rushed
Though she dressed Not to impress She had a figure Hidden, nonetheless
My eyes followed her Though no others did My pretty Kitty This gorgeous Kiwi kid
Do you try to hide? From the wicked world The pretty girl inside Oh lovely Kiwi girl
Because I already spied The pretty girl inside When first I looked Into her big grey eyes
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03-12-2009 11:58 AM ET (US)
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SO I WILL GIVE YOU MY HEART
You are a vision in my eye A veritable goddess, exquisite Perfection, thats what I see When I look at you But when you look my way You dont really see me Its as if I am invisible You look right through me You dont even see my beating heart So full of love for you More with every passing day But I cannot make you see me So I will give you my heart, I can give nothing more Being invisible and insubstantial Here it is, take my heart Guard it and keep it secure Until that moment when You feel the same as I And the heart I gave to you Becomes more precious than a gem That instant when your heart Takes you unawares And I am no longer invisible That moment you crave to be with me And will be content To be my only love
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ALPHABET OF LOVE
You are my ANGEL come to earth The BEST thing that ever happened to me You are my CONFIDENT, my assurance You are my DARLING with a capital D
You are EVERYTHING in my world Whose FRIENDSHIP is beyond measure You are the GUARDIAN of my life You are a HEROINE to be treasured
You are my INSPIRATION, my muse You are JULIET to my Romeo Your KINDNESS touches every heart You are my LOVER in the afterglow
You are all the best MOMENTS of my life You are the NUMBER 1 hit for me You are my ONE and only You are PERFECTION with a capital P
Nothing can QUELL my burning passion You are ROMANCE made flesh You are my SOULMATE You are the TREASURE of any quest
You are the star in my UNIVERSE My VALENTINE each and every day You mean the entire WORLD to me You are X RATED when we play
YOU are the only one I want to be with With you I have reached my ZENITH
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03-12-2009 11:57 AM ET (US)
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MR GLISTEN COMES TO TOWN
The snow has come its falling fast Its time to dance about and cheer Soon it will be time to build a snowman I build the same one every year
When the snow is lying deep and fresh I go to the cupboard in my room Where I get his hat, gloves and scarf And of course his birchwood broom
Mum says dont you stay out long But she knows that I dont listen She knows that it takes some time To build the perfect Mr Glisten
I always start in the same place And make the body large and round For his head I roll a smaller ball Rolling it on the snowy ground
Soon he stands up taller than me Rising up from the fallen snow Each year it takes a little longer As like me each year he grows
Down his front go pebble buttons From his neck down to the floor His stick arms wear his gloves Which dont really fit him anymore
Then I put on his scarf and hat His birch broom stands by his side Marbles to make his eyes shine And a stick mouth smiling wide
Last the carrot nose goes in place And I step back and a moment spend Gazing at the happy snowman face Then I say Hello my old friend
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WHEN LOVERS PART
Was it really two weeks ago When we cried and said hello And now as we stand in the rain Its the time for us to part again Holding you close again we cry As the time has come to say goodbye Only a few more weeks to go When we will say our last hello And our goodbyes will be done As before God we join as one And never again will we part Or feel the longing in our hearts I hold you close as again we cry Then I kiss you and say goodbye
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THE CATS WHISKERS
You are simply the bees knees The cats whiskers to a tee And I couldnt feel more lucky If Id won the national lottery So I amble about the place A smug expression on my face Like a cat that got the cream As youve made my life a dream And you are my little sex kitten And I am yours, totally smitten
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SEE EMILY PLAY
It is said that Beauty Is in its beholders eye Then surely in Emilys case Our vision must be singular Any man with a heartbeat Must see as I In order not to mislead I should state that Emily Is not on the cover of vogue She is no airbrushed goddess She is a normal girl Perhaps even ordinary But she is beautiful all the same She does not see it In her self effacing way She sees only her flaws But in my eyes Her beauty is enhanced By her imperfections And not diminished by them She is not a perfect beauty And so to me she is perfection She sees many imperfections But I dont see any For example her hair Which Emily wears long Is straight and is of that Undignified shade of mousy Her ears are small, almost delicate But they do protrude Allowing her to hook her hair Behind them effortlessly Emilys nose is a little Aquiline But cute all the same Her eyes are a startling pale green And quite hypnotic They are punctuated With thick eyebrows In the Brooke Shields style Her lips are full, without a pout And the corners turn up Cutely innocent The colour is pink At its darkest hue But all of this is merely, Window dressing I look at her in awe Such is her loveliness But the secret to her beauty Is that she is natural On the day I first met her On that summers day When her mouth opened And those full pink lips Turned into a smile They illuminated the room Her face seemed to radiate A light so divine And her countenance Was at once angelic And at that very moment Emily captured my heart I stood open mouthed Staring at this goddess Then when see noticed me Her cheeks discoloured To a shade of claret wine And I knew cupid had struck Two hearts pieced by a single arrow
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ITS A SNOW DAY
The motorway is closed All the schools are shut Its a snow day, its a snow day The kids can stay and play
The buses arent running The car wont start Its a snow day, its a snow day We can stay and play
The gritters never did the job The salts still in the bin Its a snow day, its a snow day No work for us today
Its bad for the economy For us all to stay at home Its a snow day, its a snow day Hip, hip hooray
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SNOWFLAKE
What a perfect creation Are the snowflakes Beauty and geometry Each precisely fashioned
They float to earth Filling the air Like cotton in a mill shed Haphazardly drifting
Individual and unique The crystals fall Like pieces in an Impossipuzzle To make a perfect picture
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THE SILENT DAWN
The six oclock alarm Breaks my slumber I swat at the clock Like an unwelcome bug A single gesture brings silence And I lie in the quiet hush Silence! Why is it silent? Where is the traffic noise? The clinking milk float? The boy racers? The early morning bussle? I leap from my bed And rush to the window I pause for a moment Hold my breath in anticipation Then pull back the curtain And what a sight to behold Snow! Snow! Snow! As far as the eye could see A vista of pure virgin white The whole scene cloaked In a deep shroud of snow Shapes rose up here and there From the thick carpet Disguising what lay below I search the scene for signs of life And found none The snow was fresh and unsullied Just lying there, waiting I turned and dragged the duvet Off my sleeping wife And responded to her protests Saying Snow! Snow! Snow! Half an hour later We were fully dressed And on the way out of the door Thirty seconds we were back We had forgotten to wake the children
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01-21-2009 08:58 AM ET (US)
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VENTURA HOLIDAY
A Christmas cruise in the Caribbean What a dream for the Christmas season Its a dream holiday for anyone And costs thousands of pounds for a reason Among other things what you would expect When venturing on the ocean waves Is to be in company of like minded people Who comprehend how they should behave You book early to avoid disappointment And the chance to choose where to stay Settle the amount in plenty of time Then in December youre on your way But then to ensure a full compliment Those greedy so and sos at P& O Heavily discount the remaining cabins To all and sundry, happy Christmas ho ho ho From every city, village and town From Great Yarmouth to Merseyside From John OGroats to Lands End And from Fishguard to Tyneside They come in search of a bargain And a cut price berth on a luxury cruise The uncouth the loutish and the crude They who measure fun in volumes of booze And so begins the Chav cruise from hell Not hell for the Chavs themselves sadly But for the poor souls who paid their way Chavs know no other way to behave but badly For alcohol consumption they know no limit This is apparent for every poor soul to see Drunken food fights soon breakout Some even set fire to the Christmas tree What a sad indictment on our society The way the Chavs behave abroad Its a shame that international law Wont let us throw the bastards overboard
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21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall Thanks to a litigious culture, and a legal vulture Humpty Dumpty made a big score
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It's raining, it's pouring; Politicians are snoring. They had their chance To save the world Now were screwed by global warming
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Simple Simon met a pie man going to the fair; Said Simple Simon to the pie man "what have you got there?" Said the pie man to Simple Simon "what do you expect me to have?" Im the pie man so Ive got pies you dozy chav
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Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie Kissed the girls but didnt know why. When the boys came out to play He had more fun because he was gay
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Mary Mary quite contrary, How has your garden thrived? With fertilizers and chemicals? Or is it genetically modified?
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Little Bo peep has lost her sheep And doesn't know where to find them. She didnt know about the foot and mouth Or that the farmer had to burn them
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I had a little hen, The prettiest ever seen, Which happily made For such versatile cuisine
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Little Jack Horner sat in the corner Of a fashionable eatery When his food arrived in its design contrived He said Whats this supposed to be?
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Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, The silly man would have looked better If he waited till the warmer weather
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Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife and couldn't keep her! She slipped through his fingers like sand So he ordered another one from Thailand
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This little piggy has an ASBO This little piggys in prison, This little piggy was a car thief This little piggys on the run And this little piggy went... "!£&&*!!!$" the anti social little bastard
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IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE
It was Christmas Eve We were preparing for Christmas day Stuffing the bird and peeling veg Singing of Santa on his sleigh When the phone call came I thought great Dads on his way Or maybe it will be Gran With another Christmas cliché
A happy Christmas call Full of happiness and cheer In truth it was the very opposite It was the call we all fear The death of a loved one The voice says so very clear Ive lost my best friend And I had no words only tears
Out of the blue so unexpected Certainly not on Christmas Eve Christmas should be a celebration Certainly not a time to grieve But Christmas Eve or not It seems it was his time to leave So farewell dear brother Life without you I cannot conceive
DEAR BROTHER
Dear brother you were always first I wish our roles could have been reversed You were the first born son Always Dads number one You were first to go to school While I looked at my brother so cool The certificates you received Became targets I had to achieve I always beat you I was always King But I was never first to do anything You were the first to kiss a girl A rather ungainly blonde called Shirl You were the first to get a job The first to earn an honest bob You were the first to wed The first to wet a babies head And to feel a granddads pride I watched you brush a tear aside And now for the last time You were first to hear the bell chime Once more youve won the race And were first to feel Gods embrace
JUST LIKE JACOB MARLEY
Peter was taken on Christmas Eve Just like Jacob Marley But the similarity ends there He was never grasping or stingy He had not been well for a time And happy to pass without fuss But he would have been hopping mad That he was missing Christmas He would not have planned it that way And picked a better time to leave I think he would have been happier If he had died on New Years Eve
For my Brother Peter who died on Christmas Eve 2008
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THIS CHRISTMAS TIME
This Christmas Time When you celebrate the day With friends and family Good spirits on display When your dining table Is full to overflowing Everyone cosily warm With the firelight glowing And you sit in your armchair With your waist band straining Opening all the presents When outside its cold and raining When you have over indulged To the point of gluttony Take a moment to think About the all too many Spare a thought for the needy For the tired and the weary Or those who are just lonely The cold and the hungry The numerous homeless The defenceless and the helpless Enjoy this Christmas Time a lot But think of those who cannot
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I LOVE CHRISTMAS
I love Christmas when it comes around The smells and tastes, the sights and sounds I love the Christmassy Cinnamon smells The Carol singers and chiming church bells I love to see the advent candle burning The excited faces all the children yearning I love the gifts done up with ribbons and bows And Red faced Santas calling ho ho ho I love the merry songs about the season of Yule And handmade decs brought from school I love trimming the tree with festive things Like candy canes and popcorn strings I love the twinkling of the Christmas lights And the garlands hanging colourful and bright But the thing that makes the season for me Is kissing my love beside the Christmas tree
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12-15-2008 10:21 AM ET (US)
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CHRIST IS IN CHRISTMAS
I Remember in December That the reason for the season Is that Christ is in Christmas And he is there for all of us And I remember the son God gave To the world he would save When love was born On that first Christmas morn
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12-11-2008 09:24 AM ET (US)
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A MOTHERS CHRISTMAS TALE
I have worked for Ebenezer Scrooge all year A man devoid of any sign of Christmas cheer Ive avoided being kissed by the office Romeo By navigating the office avoiding mistletoe As the time is ticking towards Christmas day I could have done with a little help along the way Ive dealt with shoppers impatient and rude But I tried to stay cheerful while I queued Ive bought all the presents the paper and bows Ive put up with all the countless ho ho hos Ive got all the groceries and gallons of booze While you sat in front of the telly and snoozed Ive decked the halls Ive trimmed the tree Ive wrapped all the presents from you and me Ive written all the Christmas cards to everyone Which I hand delivered though I posted some Ive cleaned the whole house from bottom to top Ive washed and ironed till Im ready to drop Ive prepared the veg, Ive stuffed the bird Ive hung the stockings and youve not stirred And the very second I take a minute for me The first thing I hear is Mum, whats for tea So to Santa Claus I make my annual plea For a very special present just for me Just one year I would like to escape this stress So that I too can have a merry Christmas
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12-11-2008 09:23 AM ET (US)
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MY CHRISTMAS WISH
Dear Santa Claus its that time once again And not for the first time I have to complain Last Christmas you once again failed miserably In securing that one simple gift for me Every Christmas I write and beg and plead And Ive been good, not perfect though Ill concede This is not the first complaint youve had from me Ive written since I was four and now Im forty three So once again Im sending you my Christmas list And ask you to fulfill my one and only wish Please send me my own special red hot lover Or at the very least my own significant other
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MOTHER CHRISTMAS
The birth of Christ Is the reason for the day Santa Claus does his part In his magical way Rudolf and the other reindeer Pull the loaded sleigh Decorations and lights Put Christmas on display And festive songs and carols Have a part to play But it takes a mother To make it a very special day
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12-09-2008 09:34 AM ET (US)
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CHRISTMAS IS FOR CHILDREN
The snow softly falls on Christmas Eve Excitement abounds for they who believe Childrens faces gaze out from the light Searching for Santa in the snowy night Then off to bed skipping across the floor After milk and cookies are left by the door Snuggled under covers they say night mum And think happy thoughts of the day to come They lie too excited to sleep in their beds But sleep they do then they dream instead Dreams of Santa Claus and presents galore Dreams of toys and sweets and so much more Then they awake in the early morning gloom Squeals of delight coming from their rooms And so another Christmas day has come A day of love and laughter and above all fun
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12-09-2008 09:33 AM ET (US)
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CHRISTMAS CHILL
Enjoy your Christmas day in peace Avoid any kind of quarrel or wrangle Chill out, relax and enjoy the day And dont get your tinsel in a tangle
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12-09-2008 09:32 AM ET (US)
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MY CHRISTMAS FRIEND (Acrostic)
Merry Christmas Yuletide friend
Cherished memories of Heartfelt love and Remembered moments Instantly recalled Special moments of Time spent together Merry Christmass And happy new years Special friend of mine
For me always Remembering your smile Instantly helps me Each time Im down at Not being with you During the season
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CUANDO AY FE AY PAZ,CUANDO AY PAZ AY AM0R, CUANDO AY AM0R ESTA DIOS,CUANDO ESTA DIAS N0 FALTA NADA Y DI0S ES LA SOLUCI0N
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12-04-2008 10:01 AM ET (US)
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THROW AWAY CHRISTMAS
Cards adorned with Robins and snow Holly sprigs and festive candle glow Advent calendar and paper chains Decorations never to be used again Ribbons and bows and paper wrapping With tree and wreath all go in the bin Though Christmas may be throw away The love can be recycled every day
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12-04-2008 10:00 AM ET (US)
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FULL OF THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Come Christmas day I will be full of Christmas spirit Buck fizz with my breakfast Is only the start of it Then a sherry with the vicar After the candles have been lit And aperitif before lunch Maybe Vodka or a Gin and it Wine with every course Brandy when the pudding is lit Liqueur with coffee Then more brandy as we sit Then when the day is over I whish shoe a ferry Hacky Fhrismit
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12-04-2008 10:00 AM ET (US)
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I WATCHED A SNOW FLAKE MELT
We step through the door To enjoy the seasonal fare Chestnuts roasting in the fire The smell of cinnamon is in the air I watched a snow flake melt On her glistening auburn hair As we held hands in the soft light Of the Christmas candle glow Then I gave her a little parcel Tied up in ribbon with a bow And I kissed my first love Beneath a sprig of mistletoe
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12-02-2008 06:54 AM ET (US)
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FESTIVE FEELING
Christmas is the time for living Spreading love with the gift giving So at the festive time of year Fill your heart with Christmas cheer
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CHRISTMAS IS A TIME OF JOY
Christmas is a time of joy For every little girl and boy All wishing for that special toy That they cant wait to enjoy
Christmas is a time of love Given to us from the lord above When we see with eyes of a dove Christmas fits us like a glove
Christmas is a time for prayer Christmas is a time to share Christmas is a time to care Its also the time for festive fare
Christmas time is a special thing A time to worship Christ the king In his honour gifts we bring And to the heavens high we sing
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12-02-2008 06:53 AM ET (US)
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SNOWMAN BLUES
Out of the snowy lawn The snowman grew Wearing a hat and scarf The way that you do
With pebbles for eyes Pressed into the snow A smiley twig mouth And a large carrot nose
Hes a magnificent site The snowman that grew But hes just snow and ice And no substitute for you
I wish you were here To chase the blues away I wish youd come back To me for Christmas day
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11-25-2008 06:55 AM ET (US)
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AN ORDERED PEACE
An ordered peace Now hold sway Where once was chaos And hell came to earth Nature has returned To repaint the landscape The mud and the blood Are of the past The alien terrain Featureless and without end Are but a distant memory The mud now green grass And poppies grow Red as the blood that fed them In the savage harvest The landscape now is neat The birds have returned And grace the trees unknowing The farmers work the land Where once the soldiers trod National flags still flutter Above ordered plots For silent armies All neat and tidy Uniform patches Of uniformed crosses Serried ranks Of white polished stone Where lads and pals parade With eternal regiments
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DID YOU FIGHT IN THE WAR DADDY?
Did you fight in the war daddy? My mother asked my grandpa He only answered shortly yes She had picked at an old scar She jumped for joy and hugged him And gave out a great hurrah
Did you win the war daddy? My mother asked my grandpa He only answered shortly yes She was proud of her old da She wanted to know more But that didnt get her far
She was just his little girl And didnt know the truth The horrors that he had seen And all that wasted youth But these things he kept inside And could not say to little Ruth
The truth he could not tell her Was that nobody won the war Both sides were the losers If anyone was keeping score That was the bitter truth of it The Germans just lost more
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I WILL BE THERE
Do not grieve for me Do not mourn my passing Remember me with a smile Dont think of me as gone Remember what we had Think of our life like a favourite book Do not close it and put it on the shelf Never to be read again Just because you hate the ending Start to write the next chapter Enjoy it like all the others And dont be sad I will be there with you always
I will be there when the wild flowers Dance in the spring meadow When the summer breeze moves through A field of ripening wheat When the morning mist of autumn Softens the landscape And when the winter sun Sparkles and glints on the snow And I will be by your side Through your loneliest hours
I will be there in the dawn Rising with the sun You will see me again When the sun sets at the days end And in the twilight hours I will be that gentle breeze That caresss your cheek On a warm summer evening And I will be that tingle on your skin As you lie in the quiet hours
I will be there when you retrace our steps And when you stand on the lake shore My reflection will not be on the water By I am still with you When you walk in the autumn Through the golden carpet I will be in the dancing leaves And when the snow lays Though I will leave no foot prints I am there for these moments our ours
I will be there in the quietness of winter Among the falling snowflakes I will be in the dew drops On the grassy meadow I will be there in the warm sunlight Of a summers day I will be with you when the storm Quickens your heartbeat And you will feel me on your skin And in the April showers
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11-25-2008 06:53 AM ET (US)
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CHRISTMAS AT THE PEAKS
Will it be a cold Christmas? Joyless and bleak This year in Manchester For Mr. and Mrs. Peak
Amanda and Philip Robbed of their pride and joys By a drunken fool Who murdered their dear boys
What words will comfort The loss of Ben and Arron What consolation is there? To be found as the time goes on
Fathers chums, mothers pride Funny, studious and mild Our hearts bleed for them No parent should outlive a child
They bear the mental scars Of a life that isnt fair While Philip still broken Sits confined to a wheelchair
I will think of the Peaks As I spend Christmas with my family And give thanks to God They are all alive with me
It will be a sad Christmas This year in Manchester For Mr. and Mrs. Peak The lonely mother and father Ben and Arron will be there If only in ethereal essence Watching over mum and dad I know they will feel their presence
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LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD
A breath of fresh air Comes our way As he struts the stage Like JFK And talks the talk Like Martin Luther King As he galvanizes allies From either wing He holds our hopes In his African American hands Lets hope he fulfils All his promised plans And that Barack Obama The young congressman Leads us as President To Dr Kings promised land
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10-27-2008 11:51 AM ET (US)
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OVER THE TOP LADS
Over the top lads Lets do it for the King Up and at em Tommies Lets do the Kaiser in
Heads up lads Lets show some heroism Death to the Hun Hurrah for Jingoism
Over the top we go Putting aside our fears Then the hail of shot And we fall like tears
A generations youth Drowning in the mud Ghosts of our future Drowning in our blood
Stout hearted we came Beneath the Belgian sky We came to fight for honour Instead we fall and die
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10-27-2008 11:51 AM ET (US)
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IF I COULD WISH
If I could wish What a wish it would be I would wish a wish If it were granted to me
If I could wish I would wish for what I had I would wish that wish Because without you Id be sad
If I could wish I would wish for you I would wish a wish That, that wish would come true
If I could wish And my wish came true I would have wished a wish To spend my life with you
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10-27-2008 11:50 AM ET (US)
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IM SORRY
Im sorry But Im leaving you Its not you Oh how trite is that And I do love you Its just that youre not the one Theres something missing Theres no electricity I do love you But youre not the one
Im sorry But Im leaving you It really is me And other assorted clichés I wish you were the one I hope you can forgive me For the years youve wasted For the love you invested in me I wish you were the one Thank you for loving me
Im sorry But Im leaving you I'll miss you and I do mean that But Im looking for my soul mate And I have to look I wish you were my great love But we are just comfortable Like a favorite pair of shoes I have to look Though I may never find her
Im sorry But Im leaving you I must be cruel to be kind And other empty Platitudes You deserve better than me Your perfect one is out there We all have a soul mate Im sorry its not me You deserve better than me Thats why Im leaving
Im sorry But Im leaving you Please dont cry Just wish me luck Because shes out there There should be great love There should be sparks Tingling and breathlessness She is out there I will find the other half of me
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10-10-2008 07:12 AM ET (US)
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PARTNERS IN TIME
I held your hand Though you did not know it And I remembered The first time I held it That august day so long ago When the magic passed between us And I knew I had found my mate It was such an innocuous action We were on the train Two travelling strangers As it rattled its way through Surrey You were getting to you feet When the train lurched And you fell back with a bump I offered you my hand Which you took And the dye was cast Our journey together began Now your journey is nearly at its end And I sit in vigil at your side Where I will remain Until life leaves your body On that quiet final breath I said when we were young I would love you all of your life When you were still you, Before the morphine took you You said to me Will you still love me all of my life? With a crack in my voice I said No Ill love you for all of mine
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10-10-2008 07:12 AM ET (US)
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HOTEL PARADISO
From their hotel restaurant The couple sat at a table Admiring the view It was an unfamiliar view With just a hint of familiarity Like recognizing the features Of a very distant relative This was where the couple Spent there honeymoon When they were young and fearless They were old now Liver spotted and weary Married when god was a boy And the world was young They sat in silence Everything said before Gazing though the window He wondering what lay ahead She where the years had gone They held hands And their eyes met No words were spoken But they understood And they were content
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10-10-2008 07:11 AM ET (US)
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GRANDDADS GLORIOUS HARVEST
As late summer Heads towards the autumn Great industry is evident In the golden fields As the tireless farmers Gather in natures bounty And come days end The weary labourers Tread across the fields Once full of waving corn The fields now adorned With flaxen structures These sons of the soil Look upon the scene With pride and relief Pride in a job well done And relief at finishing While the good weather held They head towards the village With heads held high And parched throats Soon to be quenched The entire village joins them To celebrate the gathering Raising a glass or two Laughter resounding As they watch the setting sun
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09-15-2008 07:07 AM ET (US)
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THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT A CELLIST
There's something about a cellist That really turns me on A female cellist obviously In a low cut evening dress Of emerald green velvet The great polished instrument Between her long black stockined legs Her long brunette hair Dancing across her naked shoulders Brushing her alabaster skin In frantic rhythm to her playing As she delivers her rendition To a largely disinterested audience Sat in the lavish surroundings Of a grand hotel lobby A pale willowy figure called Deidre Purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar Or playing some uplifting Vivaldi Maybe some Mesmeric Schubert Or music to slash your wrists by Courtesy of Mahler or Wagner The music itself is unimportant Ok its not cellists that turns me on But there's something about Deidre That definitely does When she's playing the cello
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09-15-2008 07:06 AM ET (US)
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THE ROAD TO OBLIVION
As a school kid It was cider first Then as a student Wine came second Then as a worker The vodka came third
But it doesnt stop there So have a care and beware
Out every night Drinking trebles Never slowing down Even seeing double They never slow down Never have a single
But it doesnt stop there So have a care and beware
Before breakfast One eye opener Mid morning at the office Two snifters in the loo A liquid lunchtime Three large ones do it
But it doesnt stop there So have a care and beware
The lost weekends Come first Then the tremours Follow a close second Cirrhosis of the liver Takes its place in third
But it doesnt stop there So have a care and beware
Im only a social drinker The first denial I can stop if I want too The second denial Im in control of the drink The third denial
But it doesnt stop there So have a care and beware
In a gutter covered in vomit Not for the first time Coming round in casualty More than the second time Surrounded by medics No way back the third time
It stops there
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09-15-2008 07:05 AM ET (US)
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MY LOVE # 1
If comeliness was a race Youd win a medal If sweetness was an event Youd be on the podium If loveliness was a sport Youd win the gold You are really terrific My love for you is Olympic
MY LOVE # 2
You are warmer Than a summer day You are cooler Than ice cubes in a tray You are sweeter Than raspberry sorbet You are as refreshing As the ocean spray You are perfect In every single way
MY LOVE # 3
At the retail Olympics Youd get your blue You will always win The race for shoes If shopping were a sport You couldnt lose You have a winning way But I won you
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COMPLIMENTARY MEMBERSHIP
It was early morning The sun was barely up I knew because I saw it rise I had lain in the darkness Awake and aware for hours Unable to sleep Uneasy in my mind Fearful of what maybe Helpless in the face of events Powerless to influence them Just too far away A continent away Then I saw darkness slip into gloom Then from gloom to glory And in that glorious dawn light I listened to world awaken With all the sounds of first light The chirruping birds Of the dawn chorus A milk float on its way Clinking and rattling Joe next door heading for work Early turn this week Then so I didnt want to hear The sound I was dreading Beside me on the night stand The telephone rang A numbing fear gripped me And for a moment I was frozen Unable to move Powerless to answer it Its never good news Not at the crack of dawn Good news always waits Until a decent hour When the telling of it can be savoured And the listening appreciated Good news was delivered with coffee And consumed with tea Good news did not come With the breaking day and the dawn chorus Only bad news came so early Bad news never waited There was no reason to wait Bad news had no good time It just had to be delivered The phone rang again And the fear released its grip on me And I picked up the phone The conversation was short Its contents concise It was the news I was expecting Dreading, fearing It was confirmed I was now a member of the club Sadly not an exclusive group Quite indiscriminate in its selection A club few wanted to join But whose ranks are unshrinking I had friends in the club My wife was even a member As was my boss There was no shame in it No social stigma But I would have given anything To have been excluded To be denied admittance To have my enrolment Delayed for 10 or 20 years Or even a few precious days Just one short day, not even a whole day Just a few hours over my travelling time This is not an uncommon reaction I am reliably informed To resist membership Its not a club you want to join After all no one chooses to join The dead Dads club
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Mild mannered and the meek Shy and too embarrassed to speak No goose hears them say boo They are hardly noticeable to you Then they get into a car And safe behind the wheel They are transformed Those once quiet and retiring Calm and rational people Are now fearless, bold and brave Safe in their steel boxes That they wear like armour Quarantined from the world In their metal machines They make manifest into beasts from hell They become possessed Morphing into deranged sociopaths From Mogwai to gremlin Those once too shy to speak The humble and the tame Now bellow obscenities Foul and nasty profanities To all and sundry Dispensing venomous rebukes Like Georges dragon breathing fire They drive like crazed charioteers Set loose from the hippodrome They cut you up With last second maneuvers Changing lanes, jumping lights Leaving chaos in their wake They sneer at authority Swear and gesticulate No one is safe from them The old lady at the crossing A group of school children A priest or a nun No one is safe from their wrath Then safely at their destination Parked in anothers space They exit the car And are meek once more
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CRASH LOCATION
On the M25 just beyond Dartford She lost control of her car and crashed Hitting the barrier with great force Then came rest with the car smashed It happened close to where she lived She was nearly home, not far to go But she sat trapped in her crumpled car Covered in blood from head to toe The paramedic attending the crash Examined her as a matter of urgency But apart from the blood covering her He was at a loss to find any injury Where are you bleeding from? He asked the girl in the battered Ford Slightly annoyed the girl responded Im from bleeding Romford
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The summer started oh so well With a Euro football banquet Though sadly the home nations Were unable to attend it But the Euros inevitably led To the curse of footie nations The summer transfer market And the incessant speculation After the Euros came Wimbledon And I cheered on the plucky brit Then suffered our inclement climate While being bored by the Cricket I watched the windblown whingers Hacking round at the British open Then courtesy of the highlights I sat and watched it all again Then more newspaper talk Of who will stay and who will go Who is in and who is out And more stories about Ronaldo Two weeks away on the costas Helped to numb the pain Then home to more paper talk And of course more summer rain Even the upcoming Olympics Fail to give me inspiration Thinking of all that track and field Merely deepens my depression The only thing to break my torpor And to rejuvenated my heart Is to hear that shrill whistle blow And have the football season start
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TITTER YE NOT AMY rewrite
The pop diva Amy Winehouse It was announced in the press today May stay in Frankie Howerds old house if Amys Mum manages to get her way Her mum told her she has to go to rehab But Amy said nay, nay and thrice nay
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TITTER YE NOT AMY
The pop diva Amy Winehouse It was announced in the press today Is to buy Frankie Howards old house After shes been to rehab for a short stay She was told she had to go to rehab Though she said nay, nay and thrice nay
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A NOTIONAL MOTION
Toast always lands butter side down Its a rule of locomotion And a cat always lands on its feet Now here is a curious notion If you tie the toast to the cat Would that result in perpetual motion?
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I COULD NOT WEEP FOR HIM
I could not weep When he was diagnosed And I feared the worst Or when the false smile appeared And he feared it too And put on a brave face
I could not weep As I sat at his side His hand once as strong as atlas Now to weak to grip Weak like a babe More so
I could not weep As I watched the frown Furrowing his weathered face Grey, expressionless And as his frown faded, As the morphine took control
I could not weep As he lay motionless, Breath shallow Silent, almost But for the occasional groan Beneath the morphine
I could not weep At his deathbed As the monster within Crept through his organs Hastening the end For him and for itself
I could not weep As his muscles relaxed And the pain was no more As he exhaled his last And his soul passed When he was at peace
I could not weep Not because it wasnt macho Nor for lack of love It was perhaps numbness Or a need to be strong For family, others
I could not weep When my father died When he released his grip on life And I kissed him goodbye I felt only relief That his suffering had ended
I could not weep Not even at his funeral When all who loved him gathered And we shared memories Even when the curtains drew I could not weep for him
Fourteen years later On a cold December morning I held my first born son And amidst the tears of joy I wept for him As I held his grandson
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LIBERALLY HUMEROUS?
Dont you just love them? If only for their belief in equality Or a love of all things PC And an unswerving moral certainty Its a shame that to become a liberal A sense of humour bypass is necessary
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ONE, TWO, THREE, LIFT
Why is it sound engineers? When theres a gig to do And they have to test the system Say one two, one two, one two And at the end of the gig When theres packing up to do They dont have any testing But theyre nowhere in view I think sound engineers Can only count up to two Because if they counted up to three There would be heavy lifting to do
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THE FOURTH
The fourth of July in the USA Is that nations independence day Which they celebrate with a holiday
In England we look across the pond At a nation of whom we are truly fond Indeed we feel we have a special bond
From when they won their independence Weve watched like anxious parents And theyve done quite well since
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RIP OFF BRITAIN
What mugs we all are in the UK With the amount of tax we have to pay Were taxed on what we earn at work Were taxed on every little perk Then when we spend our pay They take some purchase tax away Very little is exempt from VAT Its even on a cup of tea Even coffee and juices fruity If you smoke you pay tobacco duty Then the unkindest tax of all Duty on every form of alcohol If you can afford a new car today There is an even greater price to pay With seventeen and a half percent more owed Then youre taxed to keep it on the road And you pay Tax on your fuel at the garage Then in the city theres the congestion charge Then theres a new tax to be faced Parking the car at your workplace Youre taxed for the policeman on the beat And for the lighting in the street Then Airport taxes for our holidays Were even taxed for what we throw away If we buy or sell a house today Theres not one tax but a whole array Were even taxed on the money we save Were taxed from the cradle to the grave
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BEAT THE DRUM TO THE LIBERALS TUNE
The liberal minded Like a parade They like to march They like to engage
Beat the drum To end the war Theyll tell you Thats what freedoms for
Ban the bomb Free Tibet No more Trident End third world debt
March in the city For gay pride And every liberal Is on your side
If youre so inclined Join the throng March in unison And sing the liberal song
But bang the drum And blow the horn For patriotism And feel their scorn
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BRITAINS GOT TALENT
Britains got talent Of that theres no doubt Britains got talent The secret is finally out
Britains got talent In depth and variety Britains got talent For every one to see
But apart from talent shows And the Royal Variety There is no outlet For these acts on TV
Where it not for Blackpool And Lakeside in Frimley There would be no outlet at all For our wonderful variety
So Simon Cowell Master of the TV franchise Give us more variety on TV As a feast for our eyes
Britain has got talent An unseen depth of it But it doesnt matter If we never get to see it
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SWEET MYSTERY
For Valentines Day My husband, so sweet Bought hand made chocolates For me as a treat In a flower covered box Came the delicious confection But I am at a loss to answer A most curious question How can two pounds of chocs So delicious on the lips Manage in just one night To put 5lbs on my hips
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MENOPAUSE FOR THOUGHT
There is a natural order in life There are rules to be understood For example bearing children There is a time limit on motherhood The term child bearing years Was coined for a very simple reason So that everything in life Can have its time and season A Woman over fifty is ill equipped To show a baby proper care As she would put the baby down And then forget where
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THE DEVIL IN THE SKIES
From the dark cloudless skies Comes the engines droan Of that unseen and menacing evil In grim formation flown Then comes the sirens song Telling of impending death As the city looks skyward Holding a collective breath Long beams of light Searched out the evil flock Criss-crossing the darkness In every quarter of the clock Towards the shelters The civilians ant like scurry As the guns began desperately Trying to stop the enemy Fire and death rains down Upon the weary populace In macabre equality The walks of life feel deaths embrace As buildings fall to the ground In rubble and dust Life and history instantly erased After the bombs combust Then come the sirens again Calling out loud, all clear And from underground The jaded survivors reappear To count the cost Of the night at the gates of hell Then thanking God For keeping them safe and well Gaps on the ravaged skyline Missing Churches and hostelries Fire still burns where once stood Homes and factories Hoping against hope That their home survived the night But despite all this They never thought to give up the fight
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A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS
The despot Robert Mugabe The thorn in Africas side Is not what the world envisaged At the end of the apartheid
What hope then for the continent When such men prosper Ruling with a fist of iron Colder still than the white oppressor
Yet there will always be hope Even if the good number but a few When God puts upon the earth A man like Desmond Tutu
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WHO PUT THE GER IN ANGER
Waves of Rangers blue Relentlessly Attack Wave upon wave Push their opponents back
But this valiant effort This Rangers blue tide That moved with precision Pushing opponents aside
Did not happen in the stadium Nor was a ball at their feet This game took place On Manchesters city streets
The Waves of Rangers blue With alcohol fuelled Fight Brought to bear upon the police Their vengeance and their spite
But if during the match Such passion had been on show Then the uefa cup Might have gone to Glasgow
May 14th 2008 The events following the UEFA Cup final at the City of Manchester Stadium
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GOOD BYE TOMMY
Good bye Tommy Celtics gentleman Respected by professionals Respected by the fans
Good bye Tommy Celtic servant and friend A rock and pillar Until your early end
Good bye Tommy High in our esteem The Celtic angels now Have a new man on the team
Tommy Burns Died May 15th 2008
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THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Was it the organisation? That was to blame Or profiteering retailers Perhaps too greedy Pubs and clubs to liberal? Uninterested in consequences A faulty screen was a factor In the ensuing conflict But all of the above played a part So technology caused the spark And Alcohol fuelled the flames What began with scuffle and skirmish Erupted in a volcano of hate And then the battle commenced As the angry and the drunk Rampaged through the city The police were mobilized To quell hostilities But hopelessly out numbered They had to withdraw They fell back to regroup Pursued by packs Of blue clad animals In the mêlée A lone officer, a tail ender Already wounded by a bottle Stumbled and fell before his pursuers They quickly surrounded him And kicks rained in on him But amidst this madness, this carnage A rangers fan, an army man Hauled the stricken officer to his feet And dragged him away from the fight At first stunned the thugs looked on bemused Then they charged on Urged on by the soldier The officer ran muscles burning But for the soldier propelling him along The officer would have fallen Then sanctuary was in sight A police van sat invitingly But they must run on The soldier yelled encouragement The officer responded As they reached the police van The officer was pushed into the back And a line of yellow coated police Swarmed onto the attacking rangers phalanx And in that instant the soldier was gone Where did he go, the Good Samaritan Who was he? This savior The soldier whose humanity Surpassed his baser instincts Will we ever know who he was? Or where he came from Should we try to find him? To heap glory on him Or should we just thank God for him
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ID DO ANYTHING, REPRISE
Just another in a long line Of talent shows from hell Just another TV concept Ringing out its death knell
But how clever is the Lord To have the dear old BBC Foot the bill for the auditions Out of the TV license fee
Then the members of the public Who vote as they view Get to Pay via the phone-ins For the shows advertising too
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MIDDLE AGED SEAT
Im in my middle years now And my new car is a wow Its fast, new and sporty Just the opposite of me It is sleekly lined With its curves well defined It has a nice interior The leather is quite superior My only complaint would be The bucket seats you see As they are made to the design Of a smaller bucket than mine
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MR & MRS ATM No need to park your car Before withdrawing your money There is now a drive through ATM For people in a hurry
Mr ATM drives up to the cash machine And before putting his card in Winds down his window Then types in his PIN Enters the cash amount required Retrieves card, receipt and cash Winds up his window Then off he can dash
Thats simple enough I think Theyve made it as easy as they can The procedure isnt hard Though clearly designed for a man Unfortunately the machines Are not exclusively for men And that is the only problem With a drive through ATM
Mrs ATM drives up to the cash machine Stops then reverses the car Then drives forward once more Because she backed up too far With the car window now aligned With that of the ATM She applies the parking brake And is ready to begin She grabs her handbag And tips out everything Onto the passenger seat To find her card holder thing She tells her best friend She will call her back later Then hangs up the phone And finds her debit card holder She tries to insert card Then winds down her window She tries to insert card Then leans out through the window Because of the great distance Separating the two of them She opens the car door So she can reach the ATM She inserts her card The machine makes a bleeping sound She re-inserts her card The right way round She rummages in her bag To find her PIN And finds her diary That has the number written in At last she is ready And she enters her PIN Then she presss cancel And enters the correct PIN She enters the cash amount required Retrieved her cash and receipt Then checked the state of her hair When sitting back in her seat She empties her handbag again And with her purse located She places the cash inside And the debit amount is duly recorded She checks her makeup in the mirror Then drives forward about a yard Before reversing back to cash machine Where she retrieves her card She empties her handbag again And locates the card holder Then places her card into it And checks her hair in the mirror She redials her friend on her mobile And gives the irate male driver A really dirty look For impatiently waiting behind her She pulls away from the ATM Stops and restarts the stalled engine Then drives for five miles Before finally releasing the hand brake again
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ID DO ANYTHING
Id do anything how apt a title A motto for the wannabee A catch phrase for the starstruck And all those lacking dignity
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ODE TO A YOUNG STUDENT
If success you will achieve Do not ever flatter to deceive Apply yourself with valiant effort To gain the important good report The way side is littered with the failed Whose non commitment has prevailed Dont aim to highly but do your best Then let your confidence do the rest
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CYCLE OF LIFE
Gods great cycle of lifes repeating Springtimes annual event occurring As distant mountain snow is thawing Fast flowing swollen rivers causing Dormant Mother Nature awakening The miracle of new life into breathing With freshly sprouting shoots arriving And simple sights the senses pleasing To see the early cherry blossoming Perfection as in Gods design believing
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BEASTS OF THE AGE
Where once was beauty Now stand the monsters Towering tall and lean Arms stretching outwards
These beasts have spread Across the land and sea Like a virulent rash Reaching out to infinity
The towering beasts Came here to save us Cleanly making power Without dirty green house gas
They stand as sentinels Unsightly and offensive to the eye Come to save the world With their clean power supply
In light offshore breezes Windmill arms turn slowly Its a shame they cant work When it gets a bit blowy
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MONEY CANT BUY EVERYTHING
Money cant buy happiness Money cant buy health Money cant buy love Theres more to life than wealth Money will buy you a dog A fine dog without fail But only with your kindness Will the dog wag his tail
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GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING With exquisite touch His brush added lustre To the pearl Endowing it with life As it adorned the virgins ear The depth of its splendour Holds the watcher transfixed With its ivory hue Contrasting with the maidens flesh Her milky complexion Lit from the window Her half open silent lips Speaking to the soul Her simple beauty Shining from the canvas How Vermeer the master Captured that moment in Delft And how the girl with a pearl earring Captures everyone who sees her
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CAUGHT IN A STORM
The sky blackened Dark as night Then comes the flash Of a Lightning strike As the storm ensued Panic struck me Thunder rattled overhead I fell upon me knees I prayed to God Spare me this day I prayed to God To chase the storm away Then the skies lightened And silence was all around A gentle rain fell As I raised from the ground Then everywhere about me Cherry blossoms blew Like gentle pink snow And immediately I knew You had heard my prayer You had protected me You where there in every petal Of that cherry blossom tree
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JOURNEY
I have left you now my love To make my final journey Dont break your heart Dont grieve for losing me Remember all the good times When we were young and free Speak your prayers aloud In fond remembrance of me And when your journey is made I will be the first one you see
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HEAVENLY BODIES
The sun gifts us With warmth and light Endowing and sustaining The green earth with life Then when day is done After the setting of the sun The Moons silvery disk appears Boldly bright through its phases And stars are liberally sprinkled Across the curtain of night These gifts from God Make our days complete
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LOVES EXQUISITE ACHE
Oh to feel loves exquisite ache That desperate longing That naked want Feeling so alive in the torment While craving the fix Of that heady foaming brew To quench the thirst of desire And when that significant soul Who holds my captive heart Is but a kiss away I am dragged from sorrows Unfathomable depths And bitter anguish evaporates Like dew in the morning sun And euphoria fills every pore And in that perfect ecstasy That blissful state of love I remain until I am again alone
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IN GODS NAME
In Gods name, for centuries They waged their holy wars Singing songs to God As they march in their corps
In Gods name, across the years From home to foreign shores Tit for tat acts of religious hate Are used to settle scores
Gods names, Jehovah, God or Allah Differ only by rules and law Although God by any name Does not encourage acts of war
In Gods name, even to this day They are prepared to fight and die And beneath their holy banners They use God as a battle cry
In Gods name, war is waged And for every soul who dies God sits on his throne in heaven With sadness in his eyes
In Gods name, preach only peace God is there for all humanity In Gods name, put down your swords His gift is love to all who see
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THE GINGER PRINCE WENT TO WAR
Harry is the spare, not the heir So he chose to follow a military career And the ginger Prince went to war Amidst muck and bullets, blood and gore He is a braver man than I by some way Its a shame the press gave the game away Now the prince is coming home again To the land of his grandmothers reign For as he bravely faced the Taliban There were dangers for the princely man For even under the pale winter sun He had to wear factor ninety one
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GOLDEN YEARS
It was fifty years ago when I first saw her And I fell for her beauty and her charm And now in the autumn of our years Im still proud to have her on my arm
How long ago it was when we were young When every minute we were parted Was full of the agonies and torment And time alone left us broken hearted
I could have composed wondrous symphonies And written lofty ballads to her name I could have written the sweetest love songs And never expressed what are love became
I would have crossed the wildest seas And walked on coals to be at her side I would have slain the fiercest dragon And fought duals to win her as my bride
I proclaimed my love to her as everlasting And I told her we would always be together Through thick and thin, good times and bad Through calmness and through stormy weather
How my heart soared as the church bells rang When at the alter she stood and said I do Now after fifty summers and fifty winters The love I proclaimed still holds true
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If not for sweet birdsong in tree and bush How plain the spring seasons headlong rush If not for the daffodils trumpets of gold How sad the passage to new from old If not for your sweet presence by my side Spring would hold no joy, as sadness would reside
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COME WITH ME NOW
At his bedside The gentle angel stood Watching as he slept Listening to his quiet shallow breath Then the angel softly spoke And reached out a hand Your time has come to see the lord Come with me now Then he slept no more And he left his empty body Taking the offered hand The angel smiled and they began to ascend To a better place and time Traveling upward through a tunnel Toward a light becoming ever brighter Its brightness became almost blinding Until with the angel he emerged Into the land of light and love The angel left him with a smile With those who had passed before Familiar faces greeted him Loved ones from years past Who showed him round heavens paradise Where milk and honey flowed Scenes of unimagined beauty met his eye And the sweetest perfumes filled the air Music was everywhere invading every pore From simple refrains to grand symphonies Musicians played on instruments of gold While choirs of angels sang But the most overpowering feeling That assailed his senses Was of everlasting love
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ROBIN THE HOODY
Robin the Hood Robbed from the rich And gave to the poor A noble with a noble cause A lovable rogue, full of charm
Robin the Hoody Robs from the rich And also from the poor The lowest of the low, who snorts The proceeds up his nose Or sticks it in his arm
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BLUE TO GREY
Where once the sky was blue Now are only clouds of grey Where once the golden sun shone Now darkness fills the day
Where once we walked together Now I must walk alone Where once was warmth Now is cold like stone
Somewhere beyond the clouds Does blue still fills your sky And does the golden sunshine Make you shield your eyes
Do you walk the path alone? Or is there another at your side Is your life still full of warmth? Or does coldness with you abide
One day I hope you will return To make my grey sky blue And to warm me with your sunshine So I can walk loves path with you
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DONT FORGET ME
Dont forget me, now Ive gone But remember me in happy ways Dont dwell on all the sadness Bring to mind those special days
Dont wipe me from your memory But dont grieve now Ive passed Remember all the good times And the joy from good days past
Dont be lonely now Ive gone My life ended yours did not Find happiness where you can Im happy knowing Im not forgot
Dont forget to visit my grave But only do it on a sunny day Dont stand at my stone in the rain Blow me a kiss then walk away
So mark the passing of me well But dont shed too many tears Gather friends and family round Raise a glass to me with cheers
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I was drawn to her Like a moth to a flame My eyes were drawn to her Slender frame Her hypnotic green eyes Deep and intense like precious emeralds Held me entranced, Paralyzed like a serpents prey Her skin was lustrous Like a fresh picked peach And her cheeks glowed With the faintest hint of red Her mouth opened Lips like the petals of an open flower Were moist as if with morning dew She spoke, her words soft And her voice smooth as silk Mesmerized me like music I answered her without hearing the words It was almost dreamlike My heart beat fast in my chest As I swam in and out of reality I felt her hand in mine And she led me into the garden Where we strolled together Through the fragrant twilight of moonbeams Her scent was heady as the exotic blossom Of orchids in spring My heart still pounded As her mesmeric voice Like an angels whisper Led me on through the moonlight I seemed to float through the evening Almost disembodied And in those many magical moments I surrendered my heart and soul To the vision named Clarissa
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We walked together in the spring When our love was a new thing And the cherry trees were in blossom And we thought life was awesome Our hearts were so full we sighed But that was before love died
In the summer we walked together In the fine and sunny weather Through fields of golden corn When we parted we were forlorn We felt a burning passion deep inside But that was before love died
In the autumn we walked abroad And our hearts were of one accord We wandered thought the golden gown And nothing could ever get us down We felt as one when side by side But that was before love died
When winters chill fell upon the land We still walked together hand in hand We played in the snow like children Making snow angels again and again I even asked her to be my bride But that was before love died
We had walked hand in hand As a life together we planned We sat beneath a leafy oak As of true love we spoke We loved laughed and cried But that was before love died
Now I walk alone in the familiar places Where we enjoyed our fond embraces Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow Places that now bring me only sorrow Her love made me feel alive inside But that was before love died
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BE MY VALENTINE # 1
On Valentines Day The valentine card said to the stamp Stick with me and we'll go places! While the farmer gave his wife Hogs and kisses! And the caveman gave his wife Ughs and kisses!
BE MY VALENTINE # 2
On Valentines Day The chocolate syrup said to the ice cream "I'm sweet on you!" While the pencil said to the paper "I dot my i's on you!" And the light bulb asked his girlfriend Do I mean a whole watt to you?"
BE MY VALENTINE # 3
On Valentines Day The bat said to his girlfriend "You're fun to hang around with." And the paper clip said to the magnet? "I find you very attractive."
BE MY VALENTINE # 4
On Valentines Day The nearsighted porcupine Fell in love with a pin cushion! And the elephant said to his girlfriend "I love you a ton!"
BE MY VALENTINE # 5
On Valentines Day One pickle said to the other "Your love means a great dill" Even skunks celebrate Valentine's Day Because they're very scent-imental!
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QUIET PLEASE
If you are a City fan Keep silent if you can As you stand at Old Trafford As silence falls in accord Please dont speak out Please dont scream or shout Acknowledge the silence For those who lived once Dont think about the Babes Cold and dead in the carnage If hatred in your heart and head Stops you honouring Uniteds dead Give your silence as a gift In remembrance of Frank Swift
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BLUEBELL GIRL
I am transported back To a distant place and time When I was only twelve The world was changing And I saw it with new eyes And I recall her sweet face When I first saw her in the wood Gathering wild bluebells Sun shinning on the golden strands Of her silken hair As it danced on her shoulders The beautiful bluebell girl Moved about the wood Then she stopped and noticed me Deep blue eyes smiling at me In the innocence of childhood And she captured my heart Though twenty years have passed She keeps it still
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OH MOTHER NATURE
Oh mother nature You both care and nurture Bursting out in spring, When the songbirds sing Bringing daffodils so bright To fill me with delight, They shine with ease Bobbing in the breeze Dancing as if one As golden as the sun Blossom fills the trees Bright enough to tease Before the blossom has to go Like cherry pink snow And after spring hors doeuvres And starters have been served You bring us summer fare With fragrance in the air Flowers of every shade and hue From crimson red to violet blue Then as September wends And the main course ends You take no time to rest Giving the bounty of the harvest
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I THANK THE LORD ABOVE
I thank the lord above As I stand in the quiet of the morn And when spring lambs are born For the fields so full of flowers And the peace of the twilight hours
I thank the lord above For the blueness of the sky And for a new born babies cry For the smell of summer rainfall And the joy of a songbirds call
I thank the lord above When winters shroud is on the land And when I take my beloveds hand When my lovers face is all aglow And when we make angels in the snow
I thank the lord above As I stand at the alter with my bride And when I look at her with pride When I stand together with my wife I thank the lord for my life
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A QUESTION OF HEALTH
If you stopped taking exercise When you got your first TV remote And you havent eaten lettuce Since Maggie Thatcher got the vote If you havent seen your feet Since you were at primary school And you think that a microwave Is actually a power tool If you think that alcohol Is itself a food group And you eat more crispy croutons Than you do low calorie soup If you answered yes To any part of this questionnaire Then someone is reading this Too you in intensive care
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MENOPAUSAL MONITOR
George was unhappy With his wifes erratic mood swings And his work mates Told him of the benefit s of mood rings So he went out a bought one So he might monitor her mood He had his reservations And he thought the idea quite crude But when she was in a good mood The stone in the ring turned bright red And when in a bad mood It left a huge bruise on his fore head He came to the conclusion That he would throw away the mood ring And try a new tack Such as buying her a diamond ring
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EXERCISE PLAN
My wife wants me to start taking exercise But not for my own sake to be plain The only reason she wants me to exercise Is so she can hear heavy breathing again
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HEALTH CLUB WARNING
I joined a health club last year It cost two hundred pounds so quite dear I havent lost a single pound So as an investment not very sound But it wasnt their fault to be fare Because apparently you have to go there
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ITS THE DOGS…. ONCE AGAIN
George loved his wife Elsie dearly Theyd been married 40 years nearly George loved her from the very first look But sadly Elsie was a desperate cook To her great credit it didnt deter her From preparing a variety of fare One day she served something cordon bleu Which caused George to sit and stare It was truly awful even just to look at Some burnt, some raw and swimming in fat Reluctantly he took a taste of the presentation And gave it to his dog without hesitation Then immediately after eating some The dog started licking at his bum Why is he doing that?" she said in disgust As the dog did what all dogs must George replied quite straight faced Hes trying to get rid of the taste
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ONCE UPON A TIME Once upon a time One day long, long ago, There lived a woman who you will not know A remarkable woman No man has ever known Who did not whine, nag, bitch or moan But this was a long, long ago And it was just ONE day And thats all this fairy tale has to say
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A GOOD SPORT
If you are thinking of taking up a sport Then heres a thought If you are going to try cross-country skiing This is what Im thinking Make sure you are well equipped to ski And start with a small country
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WHEN IM SIXTY FOUR
When Im sixty four And your back goes out more than you do I will still love you When Im sixty four And your ears are hairier than your head I will still share your bed When Im sixty four And you and your teeth no longer sleep together I will still be your lover
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THE GOOD CITIZEN
I am twenty one years old And was raised in the proper way To abide by the laws of land And to live by the rules every day
I was raised to apply common sense To any action I might make And to use my own judgment And not to fear making a mistake
I was raised to respect myself And respect others at the same time I was raised to respect the law And not to resort to crime
I was raised to think for myself And given the tools to do so I was taught the right from wrong And how to behave and how to say no
I loved my life and I was happy I had a good job which paid very well A large circle of great friends And a shiny new car I called Annabel
So when I went to a party with friends To celebrate a twenty first birthday I drove their in my beloved Annabel And drank only coke to my friends dismay
I remembered what I was taught And I didn't drink and drive Despite pressure from my piers I made a conscious choice to stay alive
I had a good time at the party And I was proud of myself for my stance I had a good time at the party Though friends teased me for my abstinence
All too soon the party ended And we hugged and kissed our goodnights Then we all went our separate ways I got into Annabel and turned on the lights
I drove off safe in the knowledge I had done the right thing staying dry I observed all the speed restrictions Not realizing I was soon about to die
Im standing on the roadside And see my broken body on the ground Poor Annabel is smashed to pieces With men in uniforms all around
A young man was led away in handcuffs It seems he was a drink driver All his passengers were also dead He was drunk and the only survivor
If he had been taught as I was I would not now be lying dead If he had been taught as I was The road would not be coloured red
In my short life I was a good person I was a good daughter to my parents A good sister to my young brother And good to my friends and confidents
There is so much I will now never do My life will never be fulfilled I was a good citizen until today When through selfishness I was killed
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FIRST CHRISTMAS
It was just twelve months ago Since my special wish was made A wish you thought so simple For which a fortune I'd have paid And now it's our first Christmas In our first little house But I hope the first of many With my beautiful new spouse This year my wish is simpler still On this Christmas day with you May our hearts be always filled with love And the stockings be filled with you
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SUPERSTITIOUSLY WHITE CHRISTMAS
If on Christmas day Snow fall is seen Then come Easter Everywhere be green
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COOL YULE
Last day of school, Kids say thats cool Angels wings Shepherd brings Presents for Jesus Rudolf sneezes Everything is frosting over Even my car made by Rover Reindeer fly But I cant fly But I have cream on my Hot mince pie But I still get a lift When I get a gift
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EMPTYING SANTAS SACK
One Christmas Eve on a roof top up on high A poor soul stands shouting up at the sky He has lost his job and his wife has left him And the size of his overdraft is quite grim Finishing his rant to god he shuts his eyes Then he leaves a note saying his good-byes He walks up to the edge ready to jump off He stops when behind him he hears a cough Father Christmas asks him "are you ok?" And the man tells him the details of his day He again walks to the edge of the rooftop Then Father Christmas shouts, "please stop!" Its Christmas so Ill give three gifts to you And I will have a small task for you to do Santa Claus says, let me help you please The poor man is in such despair so he agrees "That would be wonderful thanks, he said Father Christmas told him what was ahead Firstly go home to your wife who is there Waiting dressed in her sexiest underwear Longing for you and begging forgiveness She wants only you and your fond caress And as for the recent loss of her affection She will have absolutely no recollection Secondly go into work after the holiday Sit at your desk and work the same way Your salary will have been well increased Nobody remembers your employment ceased Thirdly when you check your bank account And you will be in credit by a large amount The man is thrilled "oh thank you, thank you!" Then said, what is it that you want me to do?" Drop your trousers and then bend down The man is unsure agrees but wears a frown Santa Claus gave him a brutal buggering Leaving the poor man with eyes watering Afterwards Santa asked, how old are you? The man replied actually Im forty two Your too old to believe in me by quite a bit Said the fat gay bloke in the Santa outfit
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HOOK
There is something puzzling me As it doesnt say in the book Before his hand was taken What did they call captain hook
Its a difficult one to answer Maybe he was evil captain fist Or was he called captain two hands Not really a very menacing list
And was it simply irony, mere chance Or was his accident planned For if not for the crocodile He would have remained a deck hand
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12-23-2007 04:31 AM ET (US)
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THE HONEST SANTA FAIRY A sorry old drunk is walking Down the street one morning Together with Santa Claus The tooth fairy and of course Honest John the Solicitor When suddenly on their tour At the very same moment They spot on the pavement Someones discarded wallet So who was it who got it? The old drunk obviously Because all of the other three Only exist in mythology
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CHIMNEY NOOK
The next time you complain At the lack of Christmas nookey Spare a thought for old St Nick And have a little sympathy For he only comes but once a year And then hes up a chimney
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OH NO HE ISNT
My great uncle John was an actor on the stage Who was best known as a pantomime dame Famous for his ugly sister and widow twanky But not anymore which is a great shame
He has gone to that great pantomime in the sky No longer will he don grease paint and his regalia I will still see him though from time to time Because hes not dead hes just working for Ryan air
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12-22-2007 05:40 AM ET (US)
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CROMWELLIAN
The lord protector Oliver Cromwell Killed thousands, the truth to tell Beheaded the king and closed hostelries And he cancelled the Christmas festivities
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12-22-2007 05:39 AM ET (US)
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WHOS THE NEW GUY? A tenth reindeer flew in Santas team One unknown pulling Santas sleigh We know the names of nine of them Including Rudolf leading the way So who was the mystery number ten? Twas Rudolf the brown nosed reindeer Flew behind his red nosed brother But he couldnt stop as quick I fear
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12-22-2007 05:39 AM ET (US)
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TIME FOR CHRISTMAS
At last I have some time to spare No more work until the New Year Its nearly Christmas so beware The weather's bitter so have a care Peace and goodwill and never fear A wish for one and all for the coming year
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12-22-2007 05:38 AM ET (US)
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HAPPY STRESSLESS
A good friend of mine Does his Christmas shopping In less than two hours With decs for party popping And Gifts for twenty five Friends and family All on Christmas Eve Including a six foot tree
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12-21-2007 07:16 AM ET (US)
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A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS
Now once more The year has turned The advent candle Long since burned Hearts darken As we count the cost And the seasons spirit Is all now lost But it need not All be dark and gloom Light can again Illuminate the room So here is a philosophy For all of us God is for life Not just for Christmas
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SEASONS GREETINGS
Tis the festive season Of goodwill and reason For the politically correct The dithering and the direct For the clubs and the cliques And tedious control freaks For the anal retentive's And their many representatives For council house yobs And the inverted snobs Those with professional jobs And intellectual snobs For the easily offended And the over complicated For the vile and the venomous The overt and the anonymous Snake in the grass vipers And Back stabbing snipers To the tarts and the vicars And those in disposable knickers For all poetry scrawlers And the unpleasant name callers For the narrowly minded And those with axes grinded For the loud minority And the silent majority For blondes and brunettes And all lads and laddettes Those pierced and tattooed And the prim and the lewd For the bright and the bland And the humble and the grand For those who are pretentious And the liberal consensus Every class hew and breed Every persuasion and creed Whether ungifted or artistic And the mentally arthritic For the first and the last And sense of humour bypassed For those with rhyme and reason So in the spirit of the season Now the year is nearly done Merry Christmas everyone
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12-21-2007 07:15 AM ET (US)
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CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
It was Christmas Eve closing time, nearly Where a last minute shopper, frustrated clearly Was rummaging through the freezer cabinet At her nearest out of town super market Desperately searching for a frozen turkey And couldn't find one big enough for her family Then she saw a young shop assistant pass by And decided that she would give him a try "Do these turkeys get any bigger?" she said Puzzled he replied "No madam, they're dead."
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12-21-2007 07:14 AM ET (US)
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JOSHUA, JOSHUA
God with us, or Emmanuel A savior In Hebrew called Joshua In Greek the name was Jesus The chosen one In Hebrew called Messiah In Greek named Christ Jesus Christ The Son of god A Jew Born in the Roman Empire Given by God to the world For two thousand years Not known by a Latin name But known by all by his name in Greek
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ITS CHRISTMAS
People have been discovering On a Christmas Morning That the curse of Christmas Thats causing the most fuss Has been unanimously concluded To be Batteries not included
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12-20-2007 05:50 AM ET (US)
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THE SANTA CLAUSE
When I was a child I believed in Santa Claus When I got older I didnt believe in Santa Claus When I became a parent I was Santa Claus Now I have grandchildren I look like Santa Claus
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KIDS DONT UNDERSTAND CHRISTMAS
All children think Christmas just happens But parents work tirelessly To bring it about Months in the planning Putting things away Things to add to a special day Shopping and wrapping Dressing and decking Super market shopping The prices heart stopping Journeying from shop to shop For the latest must have toy All made worth while To see a face lit with joy
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CHRISTMAS FARE
There has never been a good time to be poor Certainly not Christmas As Dickens wrote This time when want is keenly felt by the poor And there has never been a good place to be poor Certainly not Victorian London Now a wealthy Victorian family Would dine upon a Christmas dinner Of Vegetable soup Oyster patties, Roast turkey or goose, Boiled leg of mutton with caper sauce Followed by Port wine jelly, Mince pies and plum pudding Queen Victoria is known to have eaten roast swan While in the country A piece of Smoked bacon Or rabbit pie was had The poor in town or country Dined upon what ever could be found
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FALL OF THE SNOWMAN
Here is a thought of little worth Snowmen start their fall to earth From Heaven above unassembled And like a snow globe it resembled But if a snowman were then desired Some assembly would be required
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CHRISTMAS JAMMING
I sit in my car on a December day In the evening rush hour on a Friday Rain pounds on the roof of my car As I sit in a jam not getting very far Just sitting motionless in the traffic Late home again, that just terrific Bright red taillights fill my view The lights of other cars in the queue I see Looking to my left and right The twinkling of a Christmas light The queue edges forward very slowly Then I reach the junction eventually Twenty minutes just to get this far I see the blue light of a police car I dont believe it I could explode The police have only shut my road I still dont know whats to blame As now I go back the way I came All the way home I rant and rage Growling like a wild beast in a cage Rush hour and my spleen is vent Shutting the road is so inconvenient The reason for delay I still cant see But I do make it home eventually I shout at the kids taking off my hat I moan at my wife and kick the cat I look at my dinner with total disdain Dried up the gravy now just a stain On Monday I relate my tale of woe And my problems with traffic flow A colleague of mine who lived locally Knew the details and informed me And then with shame I was filled A woman was run down and killed A week before Christmas she had died A happy Christmas for her was denied A poor young woman had lost her life Somebodys lover somebodys wife She was both a daughter and mother Mourned by two sisters and a brother Bells ring out on Christmas morning Bells ring out for a family mourning Christmas bells ring out in glory To celebrate the Christmas story I spent Christmas with my family With my heart so full of sympathy I felt so ashamed at my selfishness Angry impatient and thoughtless I confess I behaved so irrationally Just because I was late home for tea When next Im in a jam Ill remember Any time from January to December I shall keep things in true perspective And my thanks to God I shall give No matter how slowly I have to drive If Im sitting in a jam Im still alive
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NICE
Making your way in life, its nice To know you can, once or twice Rely on other people in a trice For assistance, guidance or advice
Theyll be no shortage of advice But knowing what piece or slice Of advice or guidance will suffice You might just as well roll a dice
This axiom though it be concise Wont be bettered to be precise So you take heed or pay the price Dont eat yellow snow or ice
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CHRISTMAS SHOCKING
Well worn festive tunes Blare out Hapless faces Stare out Faces strained Bemused, Confused Lists gripped tight Pens ticking or deleting Then onward Loaded trolleys Wildly steering Zig zagging Aisle to aisle Every item Must be had Gin for her Beer for dad Chocs and cakes Chops and steaks Turkey, stuffing Nuts and fruit Frozen this Prepacked that Pop and juice Somethings loose Everything ticked On the tight gripped list Nothing missed Merry Christmas wished Hundreds of pounds Of Christmas bought The festivities can begin Relax in the knowledge The shops will only be shut For twenty four hours
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CHRISTMAS RULES
Our Christmas fare Tables heaving Cupboards overflowing Contrasts starkly With our foreign brothers With meager bowls Of meal or rice How would they react? To our gluttony
The homeless survive On handouts Of soup and bread Or half eaten burgers Discarded in bins Sleeping in doorways Or In cardboard boxes With news paper bedding
Should we feel guilt? For having more than they For our good fortune No we shouldnt But we should not forget them We should spare a thought For the less fortunate And be charitable A kind word or deed Celebrate Christmas By Christs rules
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MEDIEVAL CHRISTMAS PIE
For the wealthy landowners In medieval times Food was plentiful At Christmas time And A few days before the holy day The kitchen at the manor Would begin their preparations First a huge pasty case was made For a special festive pie Into the bottom of the huge pastry case Went enormous amounts of forcemeat, This was ground beef and lamb Heavily seasoned with salt and pepper, On this were placed boned and boiled hens, Rabbits, Ducks and assorted game birds Another layer of forcemeat was added Then marrow, hard boiled egg yokes Currants, prunes and dates Spices such as cloves and saffron, Mace and cinnamon Finished off the ample filling It was then covered With the huge pastry lid and baked And such a feast was had The poor were less fortunate Unless they had a goodly lord at the manor But bad masters were As plentiful as the feast And so Christmas for the poor Was often less than merry
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In Rome a monk living about 530 ad A mathematician and an astronomer Was given the task of calculating And reforming the Christian calendar In essence to pin point with all precision The date of Jesus Christs birth exactly A miscalculation was discovered later He was four years out unfortunately Christ was born on January the sixth According to the scholarly Egyptians The date of Christs death was thought More important to the early Christians Rome selected Christs birth date to be On the twenty fifth day of December To coincide with the old pagan festivals Like that of Mithras and Saturnalia The sixth of January is Christmas day For the apostolic church from Armenia But its the following day thats Special For the Orthodox Church of Russia
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CHRISTMAS CANDLE
Candle light of beauty Adorning church and alter None excluded from Christs love Darkness brightly conquered Light of Christ illuminating Everlasting light of life
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HARBINGER OF YULE
The advent calendars Are first to appear Heralding the headlong rush Toward Christmas cheer On trees baubles reflect Flickers of candle light From Novembers end Right up to twelfth night
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CHRISTMAS MORNING Heralding the special day As sweet undisturbed the cherubs lay Early as Christmas day is dawning The birds sing out on Christmas morning Halleluiah, halleluiah cheer Christ the saviors day is here And as awakes every little dear One by one the lights appear Yellow light piercing the darkness Like stars populating heavens blackness Until every house across the land is lit To make a constellation to quite befit A celebration across the earth To celebrate the Christ Childs birth Then with giggles and boisterous shout The whirlwind kinder sets about The present sack with great delight Throwing paper to the left and right And when they see the gifts inside Theyre open mouthed and wide eyed Then peace restored after the early rout The church bells call, the bells ring out Good morning they seem to say Merry Christmas on this special day With purposeful step and a happy heart We make our way to play our part To give hearty praise and uplift Rejoicing at the first Christmas gift
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THE WORSHIPFUL MORN
The bells of Christmas ring out clear On the special day across the land Family and friends come together With warm embrace or shake of hand Then together answer the call to enter The happy faces of young and old Of those occupying every seat or pew In the church bedecked in green and gold Lifted the heart and warmed the soul The glad ragged and dapper dressed The cheerfully demeanoured little girls And little boys with hair unmessed All come together on Christmas day To share the celebration and rejoice To mark the birth of the baby lord Love and peace heard in every voice As in harmony the congregation sing Heartily in praise of Christ the King
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HIS GIFT
For the lowly beast in the stable chill And the humble shepherd on the hill Wise and wealthy Magi from the east The purpose of every Christmas feast Is to rejoice and feel your spirits lift Exchanging love when exchanging gift For when Jesus lay in that stable stall He gave us his love, the greatest gift of all
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VICTORIOUS CHRISTMAS PIE
In the nineteenth century At Christmas time The old queen, Victoria Gave, to her senior staff And closest friends A specially commissioned Victorian Christmas pie An extraordinary example Of culinary magnificence The pie consisted firstly Of a woodcock Small and plump Which was then stuffed inside A well hung and gamey pheasant Which in its turn Was stuffed inside A fat corn fed chicken As if this was not enough The chicken itself was then Stuffed into a huge Turkey Until Finally The great weight of fowl Was placed upon a dish And surrounded by special stuffing And baked beneath The richest pastry crust
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A SAINT IS FOR LIFE NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS Often the true meaning of Christmas passes us by The night the holy star appeared bright in the sky Christmas celebrates the birth of Christ the savior But others are also remembered at this time of year St Lucias day is on the thirteenth day of December In fourth century Sicily Lucia was a virgin martyr Lucia means light very apt for a Christmas saint She is also called upon to cure any eye complaint St Thomass day is on the twenty first of December The shortest and darkest day in our modern calendar Traditionally the poor would all go out thomasing For wheat flour and other Christmas goodening Not the first saint youd associate with Christmas He is perhaps better known as doubting Thomas Because he at first questioned Christs resurrection He is patron saint of the carpenter and stone mason On the twenty-six of the month St Stephens day falls Boxing Day or the feast of Stephen in hallowed halls Chosen by the disciples to help spread Christianity He was put to death by the zealots for his profanity The most famous Christmas time saint of all must be St Nicholas the Bishop of Myra now a part of Turkey He was a very shy man and the kindest man to know When he threw coins through a poor familys window They landed in a stocking hanging over the fire to dry So thats where it all began if you ever wondered why
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MARTIN LUTHER BLING
There is a legend suggesting that Martin Luther Who was a sixteenth century religious reformer And founder of the Protestant church in Germany Was the first to put candles onto a Christmas tree Its said he was walking home one winters night When he noticed the stars were shinning bright And through the trees he saw the twinkling light And he was so impressed by this majestic sight When he returned home he set up his Christmas tree Decorating it with lighted candles for all to see
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THE NOT SO GREAT WAR
Your country needs you, said Kitchener Youre needed to fight them over there It will be over by Christmas, they said But it was just getting started instead In the cold trenches on Christmas morn The guns remained silent after the dawn Soon forgetting the horrendous conditions Men began emerging from their positions The opposing soldiers met in no mans land Then smiled and shook their enemies hand Briefly at peace both sides felt regrets Then they exchanged gifts of cigarettes A day without a single shot fired at all They even got to play a game of football Sadly the men returned their own way They began killing again on Boxing day
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HAPPY CHRISTMAS AUNTIE PEGGY
For Christmas I bought my Auntie A brand new wooden leg I didnt have it specially made No I just got it off the peg You may say its not a nice gift Or even that its a killer It wasnt her main present though It was just a stocking filler
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS # 1
Well I only got a sweater for Christmas Not the best thing to get for a dreamer Because I got a sweater for Christmas When I wanted a moaner or a screamer
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GREETINGS TO THE WORLD
Happy Christmas is what I chose to say But many greetings are used for the day To one and all during the festive season And different languages are the reason Say "Frolyke Kerstfeest" or "Joyoo Noel" "Felleeth Navidad" even "Glaydlig Yool" "Kalla Kristoogenna", "Boo-on Natarlee" "Boas Festas" or "Sheng Dan Kwhy Lee" You could say "Frerlicker Vine-akten" Or maybe "Roshdesrom Kristovim" then So you can say it in very many ways But please never say Happy Holidays
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CHRISTMAS ALPHABET
Angels from on high Behold we bring news Christ is coming Do not be afraid Emmanuel is coming Follow yonder star Go to Bethlehem Hosanna God be praised
In the town of Bethlehem Jesus was born Kneeling shepherds before him Lowing beasts in attendance Magi from the east Noel, noel, noel
On the first morning Peace came to the world Quelling fear and pain Rekindling the light Saviour son of God The prince of peace was born Uniting the world
Verily the most Wondrous of times Xmas festival of love Yule tide of good will Zion brought to earth
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THREE WISE ONES
The three wise men Traveled for days before reaching Bethlehem And arrived after the birth They stood and viewed the scene in awe And knelt reverently in the lords presence Then gave their gifts of Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
The three wise women Would have stopped to ask directions And arrived before the birth They would have delivered the baby Then they would have cleaned the stable and cooked a meal Before giving the baby really useful gifts
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS # 2
I dont want a present Thats very practical Or a gift home made Or something musical Something for wearing Thoughtful or twee Things for the garden Or things fragrant or smelly Nothing expensive when The value is shocking I just want something shapely In a Christmas stocking
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A GIFT FOR MARIA
A young man called Paul Wanted to buy a present For his new sweetheart Maria As a Christmas present
As theyd not been dating For a very long duration He decided to purchase After careful consideration A nice pair of gloves striking the right note Not too romantic or personal So the gloves got his vote
Accompanied by Marias sister He went to Harrods and bought A dainty pair of white gloves She will like these he thought
Marias sister Susan bought A pair of panties for herself But during the wrapping An error was made on the shelf
The assistant mixed up The gloves and the panties The sister got the gloves And Maria got the scanties
Without checking Paul sealed The package along with a note And sent it to his sweetheart And this is what he wrote
Dear Maria, I chose these As I noticed my darling That you dont wear any When we go out in the evening.
If not for your sister Susan I would have got long ones The type with the buttons, But Susan wears short ones That are easier to remove. They are a delicate shade, But the shop assistant where the purchase was made Showed me the pair she has That shed been wearing and were hardly soiled After three weeks wearing I had her try yours on for me And she looked really chic Even though they were Tight on her a little bit.
She told me that her pair Helps to keep her ring Clean and shiny, and in fact And this is interesting Since shed begun wearing them. It hadnt needed washing
I really hope you like them And wish I were there with you To put them on you Maria for the first time I really do
As no doubt many other hands Will have touched them Before I see you again Remember when you remove them To blow into them before Putting them away and drying As they will naturally be A little damp from wearing Just think how many times My lips will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them For me on Friday night All my love Paul till then
P.S. The latest style Which appears to be growing Is to wear them folded down With a little fur showing
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THE HOLY INFANT
In the presence of the lowly beasts The prince of peace was born And to his earthy joyous cries They bowed low head and horn The Shepherds stood in wonder As the child they stood before The child the angel told of Lay before them in the straw Countless miles the Magi came Having traveled from the east In lavish robes they knelt before him And bowed lowly like the beasts Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh Were lain reverently before his stall Precious gifts brought from afar For the holy infant born for us all
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FATHER AND CHRISTMAS
What do a Christmas tree And a priest have in comparison? The answer is simple to see Their balls are just for decoration
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SATAN RULES KO
If youre a worshiper of Satan And you suffer from Dyslexia Take care before you commit You may sell your soul to Santa
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OH WHAT A LOVELY GIFT
My mum got me a jumper That fits what it touched My sister got me novelty socks That didnt cost very much My dad got me a Philishave To shave between my spots My Nan got me a scarf And a box of jelly tots But its the identity That I would like to know Of who got me the condoms Tied up with a bow
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CHRISTMAS SERVICE
It was a bitterly cold and bleak Christmas morn And had been snowing heavily since before the dawn And for the morning service the waiting minister Was eventually joined by just one solitary farmer The clergyman said Well even though its Christmas day I dont suppose there's no point in having a service today. The farmer replied Well that's not quite how I see it. If only one cow turns up at feeding time, I still feed it.
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SHOP EARLY FOR CHRISTMAS
It was Christmas eve at the magistrates court And the Magistrate was in charitable mood And In keeping with the season Was inclined to show a little latitude "Now then, what is the charge against you?" He asked the unfortunate prisoner The man in the dock replied "I was caught Christmas shopping very early sir" "That doesn't seem like an offence to me. What do you mean by very early man? "Well, your Honour." said the defendant, "It was an hour before the shop was open."
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CHRISTMAS POST
Mildred went to the post office To buy stamps for her Christmas cards What denomination do you want? She was asked by Mr Everard Thats political correctness gone mad, Has it come to this? said she Youd better give me a book of Catholic And a book of C of E
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CHRISTMAS CHEER
I went to the pub with my brother For a Christmas, lunchtime drink While my wife cooked the dinner And washed up at the sink We got thrown out at 4 oclock Full of Christmas cheer and gin We got home ready for Christmas lunch And found it in the bin
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CHRISTMAS WITH THE BROWNS
Every Christmas day is the same The Browns come round for lunch I dread the time as it approaches There a bloody awful bunch Hes an opinionated git Shes a loudmouthed fishwife Their kids run amuck unchecked Causing trouble and strife They drink all my booze And eat every crumb of food Theyre uncouth and vulgar Obnoxious and just plain rude They are a truly horrible family I wish I could show them the door They have no redeeming features God I hate my brother in law
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JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE
Christmas at the office Is just like any other day Lets face of it You end up doing all the work And the fat guy in the suit Gets all the credit
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A TIME TO REMEMBER
It was an unforgettable morning After the winter sun reluctantly rose And the new dawn broke gently To light the frosted landscape And heralding the holy morn Bathing cosy homes with light Awaking children from their repose As grown-ups wipe sleep away Or tiredly yield to a yawn And so the day has begun Joyful yells and screams ensue As gifts are opened frantically Wrappings scattered here and there It was an unforgettable morning Though soon enough it became forgot And as the day progresses The latest must haves cast aside Attention turns to the Christmas feast When eyes are bigger than bellies And indigestion comes on all How different to the first morn When in a strange and distant land Lit by a star of brightest hue And sheltered in a humble stable God lay in human baby form Watched over by lowly beasts And shepherds stood in reverent pose Three travellers from the east Offered gifts to God made man So as you enjoy your seasonal repast Take time and spare a thought Raise your hearts and a grateful glass And remember the saviours birth
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Since that day In that fateful campaign When you stepped willingly Upon that sodden Flanders field And were gathered in During that bloody harvest Your future was no more
Since that day In that fateful campaign When you stepped out and fell Upon that sodden Flanders field And lay with silent comrades During that bloody harvest Your dreams were no more
Since that day In that fateful campaign When you stood and were counted Upon that sodden Flanders field And lay in the company of heros During that bloody harvest Your hopes were no more
Since that day In that fateful campaign When you were called to god From that sodden Flanders field With hordes of silent comrades During that bloody harvest You could love no more
Since that day In that fateful campaign Others lived to fight another day From that sodden Flanders field And when the cost was tallied After that bloody harvest The world was changed forever
Since the day the peace was one Others ventured out in the world And thrived in a world for ever changed A world you helped to change You could not reap the rewards You could never again walk in the sun Or Feel a cooling breeze upon your face You gave your life for others futures You fell to fulfill others dreams Your sacrifice secured others hopes Since you fell others have loved And been loved in return as you could not When you fell upon that sodden Flanders field You sowed the seed of freedom When the fragile seedling bore fruit It changed the world forever
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DO I LOVE YOU?
Do I love you? How could I not When I touch you My heart beats as yours You are the one My other self My virtual twin When I breathe out You breathe in You are the other half of me That makes me whole We fit each other Like machine cut pieces In a puzzle of love When I hold you The edges of our forms blur And we are one being We are symbiotic Hearts beating as one Thinking each others thoughts Speaking each others words Sharing the same shadow When I hold your hand Our fingers merge And become indistinguishable We are conjoined Do I love you? You know I do I always have And always will What else can a soul mate do?
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A WINTER NIGHT
Like a ribbon that's spun Of the purest of silk, The road crossed the cold bleak dale It appeared that the frost On the wintry panes Was embossed with images from beyond the pale And the winter-sky, Lit with the moon and the stars, Made the icicles glow in the night- And the beauty of all Of that December view Was perceived in the essence of light- And deceived by the soft...firelight.
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THE STORM FRONT
The gulls screech and scream Swooping above the cliff top While white horses ride the waves below As the tidal surge is broken to a stop
Fishing boats appear to dance Driven by weather to the south And make slow progress in the swell Bobbing towards the yawning harbour mouth
As the weather quickly closes in The gulls desert the cliff top Making their way inland to safety Waiting patiently for the storm to stop
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SORE POINT
One of the guys was off sick yesterday He had a sore throat well thats what he says But he was seen in a pub trying to cure it By pouring pints of lager down it
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PREMATURE FALLASY
Premature ejaculation is a myth, a fallacy Or more appropriately its a phallus-y Ejaculation is only premature for a woman Because its bang on time if you are a man
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3 OCLOCK ALARM CALL
My son is a student And he still lives at home But he seems to drink more than he studies And when he comes home at 3 in the morning much the worse for drink He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe
My father has Alzheimers And he still lives at home He spends most of his time in a state of confusion And when he gets up at 3 in the morning to answer the call of nature He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe
I am at the end of my tether I wish I didnt live at home Unfortunately I still have to work for a living Yet I wake up at 3 in the morning to find my son, my father or both In my wardrobe peeing in my shoes
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TOY BOY
My teenage daughter Bless her heart came home today With a Yoyo I think she said his name was Ray
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BREATHLESS
My elderly maiden aunt Suffers terribly from asthma And yesterday she was phoned By a heavy breather After an hour it was unclear Who was the original caller
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CHRISTMAS LINDA PART 3 - FROM EVE TO EVE
Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve and the house was decorated for the season A large fresh cut tree stood in the corner and perfumed the room Adorned by a myriad of assorted baubles and lights Christmas cards of all shapes and sizes adorned every surface And more hung on bright red and green ribbons from the picture rails Bright colored Christmas garlands hung gaily criss-crossing the sealing While outside through a break in the dark clouds A shaft of week winter sunlight shone through the window Reflecting off the garlands and painting random patterns on the walls I sat watching TV in my favorite armchair in the front room Of the house I shared with my wife and soul mate Linda The woman I loved more then life itself Both of us had been married before but Linda was the love of my life We had spent 30 years apart before we found each other again When our own Christmas miracle happened 20 years ago And we have had 20 years of incredible happiness together We had made good use of the years we had together To make up for the lost time we were apart And together we had had the fullest of lives Christmas had always had particular significance for us It was our favorite time of year and had always been so Our most meaningful moments together happened at Christmas time Finding love together, losing each other, finding each other, marrying each other Thats why I called her Christmas Linda We did Christmas big and we relished every moment We would pack away all the ornaments and pictures Replacing them with festive decorations we had collected over the years There would be a houseful on Christmas day and Boxing Day Sharing the celebration with family and friends Then we would fly off to the sun for a few weeks Neither of us could abide the New Years holiday So we took ourselves away to enjoy each others company But this year the season held no joy for me Even James Stewart in Its a wonderful life could not lift my spirits And the reason for my gloomy disposition Lay in the next room, where the dining table used to stand Where we had so many wonderful Christmas dinners The room full of the happy chatter of good company The table heaving under the weight of Christmas fare But in its place now stood a stark and clinical a hospital bed And laying upon it the most precious thing in my life, Linda Surrounded by all the paraphernalia of terminal illness Her once vibrant body riddled with inoperable tumors Their evil spread consuming her from within The cancer was to far advanced when it was discovered And she refused what little treatment there was on offer She also stubbornly refused to die in hospital or a hospice Saying she wished to die in our home where she had known such happiness How could I refuse her that simple wish? We had a private nurse who sat with her at night and I tended her by day And I watched her dieing by inches every single day The cruelest punishment for being so happy My first wife was taken by cancer And that was hard enough to bare Its always so hard when someone you love suffers But as much as I loved my first wife and as hard as it was to watch her die It was nothing compared to the intolerable despair I felt losing Linda She was not only my wife she was my love, my life, My soul mate, she was the one I would sit with her and read to her Sometimes Dickens, Stephen King or Tom Sharpe Depending on her frame of mind On her brighter days she would have me tell her jokes She always said I was the only one who could make her laugh Her brown hair with its soft curls had long since turned silver And the sparkle was only rarely present in her eyes The laughter that used to play around them replaced by pain And it was on the morning of that Christmas Eve When she told me what she wanted for Christmas She was always at her best in the morning But on that morning she was having a good day After she had eaten breakfast she asked me to pass her jewelry box It was the very first Christmas gift I gave her She often told me it was her most precious possession, after me As I handed it to her she smiled and just for a second There was a glimpse of her loveliness shinning through the pain She patted the bed and bad me sit next to her I sat on the bed next to her and she took my hand I have to say this to you today because Im having a good day and I dont know how many good days Ive got left I protested that she was being silly, she squeezed my hand Then gave me a look which said that I knew she wasnt She opened her jewelry box and from a draw within Took out a neatly folded handkerchief which she carefully unfolded And inside were a dozen capsules containing her medication She looked at me with her soulful eyes pleading with me As the realization of what she was asking sank in I shook my head On her good days she had salted away some of her medication Until she now had enough to hasten the end She squeezed my hand again and said Please do this for me She didnt want me to do it there and then She just wanted me to agree to do it when the time came But the time would be very soon Its the only gift you can give me this Christmas She looked in to my eyes and said I love you more than anything in the world And I know with all my heart that you love me I could say nothing as tears welled up in my eyes Please do this thing for me she pleaded My heart was breaking at the choice I must make Let her suffer or end her suffering and kill her I said I just cant do it and I got up and left the room She didnt call after me she knew I would be back With tears streaming down my face I grabbed my coat And went out the door and went for a walk The day was cold, grey and damp And clouds scudded across the December sky Any hint of the promised sunny intervals was not in evidence It was the kind of day that chilled you to the bone But I didnt feel it at all I just felt numb You had to be alive to feel the cold and I was dieing inside I walked for miles under the grey skies Along the woodland paths we used to walk together My mind in turmoil my eyes red with tears If I did what she wanted I would lose her forever The loss of her would be devastating But not to let her go would just be selfish My head was spinning I didnt know which way to turn Images of the happy moments together swam in and out of focus Then as I walked into a clearing in the woods Where once we had made love on a sultry afternoon There was a sudden break in the clouds And the woods were bathed in winter sunshine And all at once I knew what I must do When I returned to the house I went straight to her bedside She was sleeping; so I sat on the chair beside her bed And rested my head on the bed beside her Then I felt her hand gently stroking my hair I sat up and her hand moved to my cheek I took it in my own and kissed it softly and said Ill do what ever you want me to do
New Years Eve
Christmas had past and I was glad of it It was without doubt the worst Christmas of my life Full of tears and sadness instead of happiness and laughter There was no wondrous Christmas feast No table laden with Christmas delights No hearty laughter or light hearted banter Just an endless stream of visitors, friends and family As cheery as was possible, putting on a brave face All coming with forced smiles to bring the seasons greetings But all leaving with tears knowing she would not see the spring I know I sound ungrateful and Im not really But every visit ate into the precious time Linda and I had left I knew how important it was to Linda to see everyone Even the doctor called in to make sure she was comfortable And in between visits I would sit watching the needles dropping from the tree As if each dropping needle symbolized Lindas plight And as I sat alone in my favorite armchair on New Years Eve Staring at the pine needles scattered beneath the tree I tried to come to terms with the fact that Linda would die with the old year Since Christmas Eve when she made her request Linda had been in good spirits She had seen everyone in the world that mattered to her And said all the things she needed to say So Linda had decided that morning that enough was enough I tried to remain cheerful for her but she could see through it I know youre hurting too she said the pain etched in her face And with that we made our plans for our last day together I phoned the nurse telling her she should have the night off To enjoy the celebrations with her family She was very grateful and accepted my explanation without question I filled the room with lighted candles and in the flickering light Linda and I spent the evening together looking at photographs And reliving the great times of our life together We played the music that formed the soundtrack of our lives Then an hour before midnight she handed me the folded handkerchief I opened it and inside were now close to twenty capsules One by one I broke them open emptying the contents into a wine glass I filled the glass with Port and gave it a stir And I put the glass on the bedside table before sitting on the bed Then I took her hand and kissed it and lent forward and kissed her mouth I started to say good bye but she put her hand to my mouth Then I reached over and picked up the glass And held it up to her lips and she took a drink Then a little more and a little more until the glass was empty I wiped her mouth with the hanky and she burped And she laughed that wonderful laugh The candles sputtered and the flames flickered Then she said I love you so very much squeezing my hand I love you too I said as I sat holding her hand in mine And then we just sat in silence looking at each other until her eyes closed The Village clock began chiming the hour Her hand went limp and her breathing became shallow And then all the pain in her face was suddenly gone The clock chimed twelve marking the passing of the old year And also unknowingly marked Lindas passing I dont know how long I sat there holding her dead hand With the tears streaming down my face But as I sat there I knew what had to be done I poured myself a large whisky and sat in my favorite armchair Where I wrote a long letter explaining what I had done And what I was about to do With the letter written I put it into an envelope And placed it on the mantelpiece where it would be easily found Then I drank my whisky and reached into my pocket And removed the contents placing them on my lap Then I filled the syringe with the insulin I had stolen from the doctors bag And injected myself with the full syringe And as my eyes grew heavy I could feel Lindas hand on my shoulder And felt her fingers in my hair as I drifted into a coma And she whispered I love you in my ear as my eyes closed When my eyes opened again I couldnt believe what I saw It was a place that was familiar to me and it was snowing And the street was full of happy smiling people And there amongst them was Linda larger than life, vivacious and self assured Covered with snowflakes and laughing My snow angel, my Christmas Linda With snow covering her like sugar on a doughnut Wrapped up against the cold in a woolen hat and coat And a long knitted scarf draped about her neck She shook her head and her light brown hair danced about her shoulders And the snowflakes fell away from her soft curls Only to be replaced by fresh ones There was a rosy redness on her cheeks and she was young again We were both young again and we had gone back 50 years She threw herself at me and hugged me tightly I smelled her hair as I held her and was intoxicated by her scent We were stood at the taxi stand and snow fell onto Lindas soft curls We took our place in the queue and we kissed All too soon a taxi arrived but this time we both got in And through the winter wonderland we departed this time never to be apart again
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CHRISTMAS LINDA PART 2 - ONE SPECIAL NIGHT
I found myself stranded in a strange town With less than a week to go before Christmas Stranded two hundred miles from home With a seriously ill car in the garage And a lack of will to contemplate train travel In truth I was in no hurry to return home To the empty soulless house that once was home But now held no comfort for me My wife of twenty five years had died a year before Finally loosing her battle with cancer And my children were all grown up now With homes and families of their own The house would be full at Christmas Full of noise and hustle and bustle, And the usual mix of love, laughter and tears But for now it was cold and empty So I booked into a hotel for the weekend And I would drive home on Monday So finding myself in a strange town Just a few days before Christmas And with more than a little time to kill I decided I could fill part of my day By doing some last minute Christmas shopping As I stepped out of the Hotel I shivered The day was cold, grey and damp And clouds scudded across the December sky It was the kind of day that chilled you to the bone I made my way towards the high street It was only a five minute walk The receptionist assured me with a smile As she jotted down some brief directions In an effort to warm myself up I walked briskly following her directions Down the narrow almost Dickensian lanes and ally ways Passing picturesque Victorian and Tudor buildings, well mock Tudor As I went and it was indeed five minutes when I emerged Onto the busy cobbled pedestrianised high street It was a curious mixture of ancient and modern At one end of the street a Norman church was visible And at the other was what appeared to be a municipal building With rather pretentious Georgian columns There was still evidence of a row of Edwardian shop fronts But much of the street was modern With a little too much sixties influence to be easy on the eye The street was criss-crossed along the full length With festive lights and decorations Which did there best to brighten the scene I decided to familiarize my self with what the town had to offer In the way of shops so I turned left and joined the throng of shoppers Faces gloomy to match the weather And headed towards the Georgian pillared building This turned out to be the public library As I dodged between the Christmas Lemmings I made a mental note of shops I would return to My progress was hampered by erratic shoppers Who moved it appeared independently to any logic Some seemed to zigzag everywhere and very few possessed The ability to walk in a straight line for more than a few paces And others would take a few steps then stop for no apparent reason Then after a few moments pause carry on normally in the same direction The sound of cheery Christmas songs and carols Could be heard from every shop I passed Though the cheeriness of the music Was clearly not reflected on the faces Of the shoppers going in and out of them As I passed one shop Noddy Holder screamed its Christmas Just in case any of the reluctant shoppers were in any doubt When I reached the other end of the high street Where the church stood there was a little square Which I wasnt able to see before In the centre of which was the war memorial And to its left was a magnificent Christmas tree Covered in baubles and adorned by a beautiful angel Assembled around the tree was the Salvation Army band I took a few moments to admire the tree and listen to the band And I was taken back to a distant time and place The clock chimed and I was brought back to the present I took a few more moments while I decided on my first port of call Not realizing just how important a decision it was I decided on Woolworths, always a favorite of mine at Christmas But it also happened to be the closest So I walked towards the store and pushed open the door As I entered I paused to hold the door open for a woman coming the other way I waited as she put her purse away into a huge handbag And I wondered what I would get for my trouble I had found the older I got the less women appreciated courtesy The simple act of holding open a door could provoke a range of responses A smile, a thank you, a nod, a sneer, a tut or a colorful mouth full of abuse And you couldnt always tell who was going to do what When she had finished fiddling and securing her bag She moved to step through the open door As she passed me she looked up said Thank you and smiled broadly And then she stopped as I returned her smile and then I just stood there Both of us stood motionless as slowly the recognition set in We both stood there dumbstruck not believing our eyes Im not sure how long for but long enough for a queue to form behind each of us We both blushed and excused ourselves And stepped out onto the street away from the door Neither of us knew what to say I couldnt believe it was Linda Who I last saw 30 years before being driven off in a taxi Disappearing off through the snow With her palm pressed against the glass her neck craned to keep sight of me And here she stood before me as beautiful as ever she was The soft curls of her brown hair still danced on her shoulders Yet with fine strands of silver threaded thru it Her smile was still able to melt my heart even after all those years Her smiling eyes still had the same sparkle The years had been kind to her and too me much less so I was still fumbling for the words to say as I studied her When she reached up and hugged my neck Kissing my cheek at the same time And spoke softly in my ear Paul, Is it really you? I simply said yes and we stood in that long comfortable embrace I dont know how long we stood there not wanting to let go Then as she relaxed her grip and I kissed her forehead Its so good too see you I said feebly She put her head on my chest, squeezed me and sighed Then released her grip and pulled away slightly And put her hand up to my cheek and caressed my grey beard Do you have time for coffee? She said almost pleadingly I said of course and she put her arm through mine and led me across the high street Asking quick fire questions as we went And I explained about my car breaking down And that I was staying at the Cromwell hotel She said oh really and oh dear delighting in my misfortune We sat on a large comfortable sofa in Starbucks And told the tales of our lives spent apart Throughout I looked at her with adoring eyes Pinching myself expecting to awake from a dream As I had done so very may times before I told her about my wife and children She told me of her marriage and subsequent divorce The good man I gave her up for turned out to be a violent drunk She had no children which although unsaid was clearly a regret With the aid of several cups of coffee we managed to talk away the entire morning I suggested we might spend the day together And have dinner together at the hotel She accepted the invitation to dinner with a delightful smile Then she looked at her watch and suddenly jumped up Look at the time, I have to go she flustered She said she had a prior commitment Lunch with mum she said rather unconvincingly She said it was something she couldnt get out of As I helped her back into her coat the smell of her hair Evoked memories of our past embraces She fished out her mobile phone as we left the coffee shop From her huge handbag and we exchanged phone numbers And we firmed up the details for the evening Then with a hug and a kiss she was off I stood and watched her walk away her coat tails swishing behind her She stopped briefly and turned to give me a smile and a wave Then with the phone to her ear she hurried off again talking animatedly I stood watching until she disappeared from sight Then I went back to my Christmas shopping And treated myself to a new shirt for the evening I bought the gifts I was looking for and paper, tags, cards etc And with all my shopping complete I returned to the hotel for lunch The rest of the day seemed intolerably long In an effort to kill some time I went for a swim Used the gym, went for a walk I got a haircut even though I didnt need one I even wrapped the Christmas presents I had bought But the time passed so interminably slowly I walked into the hotel bar at 7 oclock an hour early Partly for some Dutch courage and in part because I had run out of things to do I ordered a drink and then sat at the bar Even though I wasnt expecting her until eight Every time the door opened I turned to look for her And when it wasnt her self doubt crept in And with every false alarm the doubts got worse What if she doesnt come? What if she changed her mind? What if she never intended to come? What if? What if? What if? Then at a quarter to the hour the door opened and there she was There she stood wearing a simple black knee length dress Black tights or stockings and four-inch stiletto shoes Her legs as shapely as I remembered them And in one hand she held a black leather clutch bag Her face looked a little anxious until I stood up And then it lit up in the most radiant smile Then she walked towards me Almost tottering on her heels and she laughed I took her hand as she climbed onto a stool And kissed her cheek the fragrance of her perfume was intoxicating Going straight to my head like a strong spirit The combination of her scent and my desire for her almost made me swoon I ordered her a drink and we nervously made small talk Like two strangers on a blind date Until the waitress led us through to the restaurant Once we were seated at our table I asked her how her lunch with mum went And she blushed the deepest red She told me the lunch date was a little white lie Because she needed the afternoon to get ready And the animated phone call was to her sister To rally the troops to get her presentable We both laughed and any awkwardness was gone We talked with such an easy familiarity As if her departing taxi had only been a week ago By the time we had finished our coffee the restaurant was empty Except for us and a weary waitress waiting to clear our table The evening seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye And had all too soon come to an end We got up and made our apologies Linda went through the door to the ladies and I settled the bill I said good night and had made my apologies again Then went in search of Linda through the same door she had used I found her standing by the Christmas tree She had retrieved her coat and scarf from the cloakroom Which were draped over one arm her bag was in her hand Linda stood with her back to me gazing out of the window She could see my reflection in the glass and smiled I gasped at the beauty of her and pinched myself again I wanted to kiss her so much but I was afraid Afraid to break the magic of that special kiss That perfect moment when we kissed in the snow All those years ago when I let her slip from my grasp For 30 years I had revered that moment Relived it whenever I felt a snowflake on my skin Or stood in a taxi queue on a winters night Or when I hear the Salvation Army play Or when the snow falls during Christmas time For 30 years I had wanted to be back there holding her in the snow And here I stood a few steps away and I was hesitant As if sensing my turmoil she turned away from the window And I took those few steps to face her We stood for a few moments just looking at each other Then she smiled her most heart melting smile As she caressed my cheek then she pulled me to her And kissed me gently on the lips, a tender and sensitive kiss When our lips met electricity ran down my spine And it was as if we were young again Our lips parted for a second then met again And her kiss became more intense, more passionate Her coat, scarf and bag fell to the floor as our arms enveloped each other We stood locked in our passionate embrace as the tree lights twinkled Then she pulled away for a moment before burying her face in my neck And spoke softly in my ear you see that was as good as the first time How could I have doubted it would not be perfect? I slid my fingers beneath her hair caressing her nape And gently turned her head so I could kiss her sweet lips again This time when we disengaged she put her head on my chest Still holding on to me so tightly I kissed the top of her head and smelled her hair I didnt want to let her go, and then I said please stay I cant watch you disappear from my life in another taxi She lifted her head and looked at me and said Im not letting you go again, not now not ever Then she smiled at me coyly and blushed like a virgin And buried her face in my chest again Then she scooped up her coat, scarf and bag from the floor Took my hand and we walked in silence to my room Outside the room she looked into my eyes and kissed my mouth Then I opened the door and let her walk inside She dropped her coat and bag onto a chair and turned to face me Reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck And whispered in my ear I never stopped loving you My arms enfolded her and pulled her to me tightly Then we kissed at first soft and tender then more urgently And I began to un-wrap my most special Christmas gift Wrapped in lace and silk instead of paper and ribbon Caressing her body from neck to Lacy stocking top And our love was at last made absolute When our act of love was complete and our dreams realized We lay holding each other in the afterglow Silently content until we drifted off to sleep I awoke to find her stood silhouetted against the window Gazing out wearing my shirt to cover her nakedness She turned her head to me and said its snowing I slipped out of bed joined her at the window Standing behind her and enveloping her in my arms We watched as the snow settled on the courtyard She hugged my arms and said How perfect is that? Both of us thinking back to the last time we enjoyed the snowfall together We stood for a few minutes taking in the snowy scene Then she inclined her head so I could kiss her When my hands moved from her soft belly and cupped her breasts She led me back to the bed and we made love again I woke early and lay in the half light and held Lindas sleeping form in my arms As I lay there I thought how good the fates had been to us If my car hadnt broken down, and had I not rejected the idea of taking the train I would not have been shopping on that cold grey morning I thought about the moments I spent admiring that tree in the square And listening to the Salvation Army band And what thought processes made me do what I did Was it destiny that I chose Woolworths at that very moment or just blind luck? All I knew was that 24 hours before my life had been so empty And now it was full and I was finally with my soul mate Linda was in my life at last and I wanted her never to leave it again But if fate decreed that this one special night Was all we could have I would have to be content
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10-29-2007 09:43 AM ET (US)
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CHRISTMAS LINDA PART 1 - BRIEF ENCOUNTER
Snow spattered, unseen, against the steamy glass As the train rattled out of the station It was a fairly crowded train, but not full With weary shoppers, shopping bags bursting And commuting workers the weeks work done Journeying homeward at the dark days end A cheerful crowd though Pleased with themselves bright faced and hearty Full of seasonal cheer anticipating the holiday Seemingly oblivious to the drafty carriage I sat alone and felt lifted by the quiet jolliness Contemplating the collective countenance Of the self satisfied passengers Then she appeared and I was lifted higher There she was larger than life vivacious and self assured Covered with snowflakes and laughing to herself My snow angel, with snow covering her like sugar on a doughnut Wrapped up against the cold in a woolen hat and coat And a long knitted scarf draped about her neck She shook her head and her light brown hair danced about her shoulders And the snowflakes melted away from her soft curls There was a rosy redness on her cheeks Almost matching the hue of her coat Either from the cold winter evening or a liberal taste of Christmas spirit A little of both probably She made her way down the train between the seats Leaving wet snowflakes in her wake Full length coat swishing side to side She moved almost gracelessly, which suited her well As she tottered a little in her high boots Perhaps due to the lurching motion of the train Or the Christmas punch and eggnog She was still laughing softly to herself which also suited so well And then she saw me, and her eyes lit up like beacons Those wonderful sparking laughing eyes She stopped and stood momentarily open mouthed Then her smile illuminated the carriage My heart soared at the sight of her I returned her smile and she flushed a little deeper red It had been almost a year since I last saw her My lovely lost love, Linda I had locked all my feelings away but now they were back Like a door had opened in my heart and they all rushed out And I missed her so much I didnt know just how much till that moment We were never lovers, only ever friends But very special friends very close friends though no more We laughed a lot together, shared confidences Best friends but no more than that, Though I wanted more, so much more But I didnt want to lose what we had so I said nothing I loved her so much, but she was not free for me to love And Linda was not free to love me even if she wanted So I contented myself with our special friendship My unrequited love remained so If that was all then better that than nothing I was happy to love her unconditionally Then circumstances changed, my father died I had to move away and I didnt see her again, until now Now she was in front of me, my angel, larger than life Smiling, blushing, laughing and so lovely I stood up and smiled at her again She threw herself at me and she hugged me so tight I smelled her hair as I held her and was intoxicated by her scent All the old feelings flooded back over whelming me I had often dreamt of being reunited with her But never in my wildest dreams had I expect such a reaction Could it be my love was not unrequited? We sat down on the lumpy seats in the rattling carriage And were completely alone We sat looking at each other not wanting to lose sight of one another In case the spell were broken She removed a glove and put her hand on mine As if testing it was not a dream then she slipped her hand into mine Her delicate fingers so small in my grasp For the remainder of the journey we reveled in each others company We caught up with the lost months filling in the gaps Still oblivious to our companions It was as if we had never been apart Then the train shook to a halt as all too soon we had arrived Our fellow travelers rushed off to their Christmases Reluctantly we left our seats and disembarked arm in arm Then hand in hand we walked slowly along the platform Still talking and laughing and then out onto the street Where the shops were now closing and the town was relatively quiet From one pub Noddy Holder screamed its Christmas to the world Only the pubs and restaurants seemed to hold any attraction to most But we joined a small group gathered round the Salvation Army band And joined in with the carol singing in the town square Before strolling towards the taxi stand As the snow again fell onto Lindas soft curls We took our place in the queue of travelers eager to be home I was eager to be nowhere else but with her I shuffled along for the last few steps like a sulky schoolboy Smiling, Linda turned to face me and kissed me gently on the lips Such a warm sensitive and tender kiss When our lips parted she smiled at me coyly And flushed a deep shade of pink Then I kissed a snowflake off her nose Cupping her flushed cheek in my palm I slid my fingers beneath her hair Caressing the soft downy hair on her nape And pulled her sweet lips to mine and returned her kiss Her arms enveloped me holding me so close, so tightly Not wanting to let go, not wanting to lose what we had found Not wanting to lose me again We stood locked in our embrace as the snow fell softly on the scene She pulled away for a moment then buried her face in my neck And spoke Ive missed you so much, Ive missed your love for me I had waited so long for this moment waited so long to here those words To hear my love returned and then we kissed again Cabs arrived and departed through the slush The queue around us just kept moving as if unaware of our love After a while we moved from the queue sat on a bench and talked My love was not unrequited after all she felt the same for me She had always done so yet still she was not free She was torn between the two of us Torn between the comfortable familiarity for a good man A loyal and dependable man, safety And the passion she felt for a soul mate It wasnt fair on him he hadnt done anything wrong I had been on the receiving end of that kind of pain And I found myself unable to inflict it onto another So our love had to be a forbidden one Best friends no more, I wanted more, so much more And could not content myself with a special friendship Now I knew my love was not unrequited There was no going back, now Pandoras Box had been opened But at least now I knew she loved me With the same depth as I loved her We walked back to the taxi rank and kissed again in the snow All too soon she got into a taxi And through the winter wonderland departed taking my love with her With her palm pressed against the glass she craned her neck to keep sight of me Through the snow spattered window until the very last moment Till the cab had gone out of sight She was gone from my arms, gone from my view, gone from my life But a Christmas happening had changed my life forever A brief encounter, fleeting, here and then gone Her scent still in my nostrils, the taste of joy on my lips My soul mate gone forever, yet forever in my memory, forever in my heart I would never see her again and moved away in the New Year Making a life elsewhere but I never forgot her And when on a winters night I hear the Sally army play Or when the snow falls during Christmas time Or I feel a snowflake on my skin I feel her small hand in mine and then she is once again in my arms And I smell her soft brown hair and the taste of her is on my lips I hear her say I love you and she is mine forever
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10-25-2007 08:26 AM ET (US)
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OH NO, NOT HALLOWEEN AGAIN
Its that time of year again, Halloween Oh how I hate it and its practitioners All year round we tell our children Dont accept sweets from strangers We instill in them from an early age Dont ever approach or talk to strangers Then at Halloween we send them out To ask for sweets at the doors of strangers
When children dressed as monsters Terrorize the neighborhood Begging from door to door Demanding sweets and treats For not vandalizing your property The older children or should I say yobs Wear masks and disguise them selves Clearly training for a life of crime A yob in a funny outfit is still a yob
Its that time of year again The night of night to ignore the doorbell Its not twee or cute its just annoying I try to be polite when I shoo them from my door But I know I will get up next morning With fake blood smeared on the front door Eggs smashed on my windscreen And rubbish strewn across my garden God I hate Halloween and its practitioners
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10-16-2007 04:22 PM ET (US)
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ATTENTION ALL CYBERDOSHERS Got my post, nice to see, Read of the challenge, what's it to be? Shona Prophett, showin' a loss? Does anybody really give a toss? Have to admit, if this is true, I could be tempted, so could you, Wouldn't it be cool, wouldn't it be funny, If we all took part and we all made money? Check it out, then let me know, If you're taking part, I'll give it a go. Details at http://www.cyberdosh.com
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10-16-2007 08:21 AM ET (US)
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MONKS OF PEACE
Monks of peace, saffron robed March with quiet dignity Arm in arm with their countrymen Marching for democracy Joy written on every face As they march to free Burma From military dictatorship
Monks of peace, saffron robed March to end the tyranny Cheered loudly by the people In the face of western hypocrisy As they march to free Burma From Than Shwes vicious regime
Monks of peace, saffron robed March with quiet dignity Marching for Aung Aan Suu Kyi Hope in every heart As they march to free Burma From an unjust government
Then the peace is violently shattered Tear gas grenades explode And laughter turns to screams Joy to terror Hope to despair Shots ring out Volley fire over head Then soldiers approach Rattan batons in hand Monks of peace, saffron robed Stagger with bloodied skulls Saffron stained with blood Fear etched on every face Screams ring out As people run for safety Before the Armys advance
Monks of peace, saffron robed March on with determination Until the peace is shattered again By rifles crack And in the echoing percussion Monks of peace lay dead The peaceful to rest in peace While tyrants live to kill again And the west looks on in shame
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10-16-2007 08:21 AM ET (US)
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AUTUMN REFLECTIONS
I stood on the wet sand On that cold autumn morning In the autumn of my years With the breeze off the sea Chilling my old bones And gazed out across the bay To the distant purple hills Their edges blurred and softened By the early morning mist Their indistinct silhouette Reflected on the moving water The tidal water pulling at the reflection As it moved inexorably to the open sea And seemingly carrying with it All of my unfulfilled hopes and dreams With a shiver I turned from the scene And made my way along the beach My eyes were drawn to the hillside Where the sparsely covered trees stand With the last of the leaves falling Each fluttering to the ground Each leafs fall symbolic Like the dates of a calendar Being peeled off one by one Ticking off the days of my life As I head towards my winter
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10-03-2007 05:46 AM ET (US)
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I ALWAYS LOVED THE TIME OF YEAR
I always loved the time of year Long before that perfect day It was a perfect morning The best of autumn The sky the clearest blue The air crisp and clean The last remnants of mist Burnt away by the rising watery sun And there she stood As if to improve on nature itself A vision of perfection Standing at the edge of the woods From beneath her woolen hat Flaming red hair fell Then danced upon her shoulders And caught on her scarf Breath plumed from her smiling mouth As she spoke to her dog Then she began to walk The hem of her long coat swung With the rhythm of her hips As she strode into the woods The spaniel chasing a stick she had thrown Her boots crunching leaves underfoot Still crisp with frost Where the sun hadnt reached Come on Jimbo I said Letting the dog out of the car And we followed her into the wood I walked amidst the skeletal trees Where Squirrels ran here and there Still busily preparing for winter I kicked through the carpet of leaves Feeling like a schoolboy again And birds settled in my wake Feeding on insects in the disturbance In a clearing I saw her again Her red hair like fire Illuminated in the sunlight The dogs soon introduced each other And we did also Two dog lovers talking in a wood Two people who would become lovers Who both loved the time of year
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10-02-2007 08:30 AM ET (US)
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JUST SAY
You can write it in a letter In flowery words On sweetly perfumed paper And seal it with a loving kiss You can write it in smoke Across the clear blue sky You can use dots and dashes Like the old Morse code Just say you love me
You can sing it in a song Like a nightclub crooner Honey covered words Set to the music of love You can beat it out in rhythm On a set of bongo drums Emblazon it on a banner Trailing behind a biplane Just say you love me
You can say it on the telephone In dulcet tones Your voice soft and sweet To match the words of love Say it in electric letters On the side of an airship Display it on a big screen Before the match kicks off Just say you love me
You can say it in dance In the ballet tradition With grace and poise Moving like Darcy Bussle You can send a signal in smoke Like a Native American You can say it in an Email Just one line will do You can say it in a Text I luv u or u r m9 Just say you love me
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10-02-2007 08:30 AM ET (US)
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IF I
If I were inside your head What would I see? Through your blue grey eyes How would I view me?
If I were in your heart What would I feel? Would it beat a little faster? When I see me?
If I was in your skin When we made love Would I feel electricity? When I touch you
If I were inside your head What would I think? Would I know I was the one? When I look at me?
If I were in your heart Would it be full? Or have an empty space For the one you seek
If I were in your mind Would I feel content? Would I see someone special? When I look at me?
If I spoke to me With your mouth and lips And I said I love you Would it be the truth?
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10-02-2007 08:29 AM ET (US)
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FALCON IN THE GARDEN
In the late summer sky The falcon in majestic flight Spied its unfortunate prey Then swooped down from great height
With lightning speed It took a pigeon on the wing Then with much less grace and style It performed a clumsy landing
In a quiet village garden On the sunny patch of grass The falcon went about its work And performed the coup de gras
From the house a curious cat Peered out with envious eyes Through a window as the falcon Devoured its pigeon prize
The cat crept through the cat flap In its most stealthy way The falcon though was off But left behind its pigeon prey
The cat inspected the pigeon Sniffed it and poked it with her paw Found it a disappointment And she strolled away once more
As she strolled back to the house The falcon swooped to the ground Snatched up his pigeon prize Before the cat could turn around
The falcon had taken the bird Leaving nothing in its place Leaving only feathers on the lawn And a scowl on the cats face
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10-02-2007 08:29 AM ET (US)
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GOLDEN HARVEST
The autumn leaves fall Like flakes of gold Drifting to earth like surreal snow In the golden harvest As they fall they dance Wildly in the breeze To autumns tune Before coming to rest Then on peaceful mornings They gather in the quiet corners That pepper the autumn landscape Cast like a threadbare cloak Spread by mother natures hand And in the misty morn The golden harvest Lays deep and undisturbed Like collected thoughts In the corners of my mind The watery sun slowly burns away the mist And Illuminates the October landscape Before the wind disturbs the peace And chases the leaves away Scattering them like my dreams
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10-02-2007 08:28 AM ET (US)
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HEAVENS GATE
Teardrops stain my cheeks Now my love youve gone Gone to join the angels throng As sad and lonely I live on
I am comforted to know In my sadness and despair Im alone but you are with me As I feel you everywhere
With my faith for strength I wipe my teary eyes Safe in the knowledge That no one really dies
We will be together again If my beloved you will wait Beyond the golden portal Just through heavens gate
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10-02-2007 08:27 AM ET (US)
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THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY PLAGUE
Getting your toe On the property ladder Is so difficult Its more of an escalator Constantly moving At best just out of reach More often out of sight With property values so high Caused by a shortage And the housing shortage Is blamed on many things Increased immigration (All needed according to the government) An ever ageing population And increased single dwellers Everything in fact Rather than the truth The real cause is greed To many people owning too many homes Second and third homes Property which sit empty 50 weeks a year Creating ghost towns Across the country Briefly inhabited by city dwellers Who suck the life out of communities And put nothing back Shopping at their local hypermarket Getting fuel on the motorway And transporting everything they need Buying nothing in the communities they invade And the knock on effect Is to fuel the house price inflation Which increases the value of their properties While excluding so many from getting on the ladder They have ripped the heart from small seaside towns And destroyed villages and hamlets Even the great plague couldnt kill
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07-24-2007 11:08 AM ET (US)
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THE GRAND NATIONAL
Jockeys in bright coloured racing silk Representing owners of every ilk The horses fidget with ears pricked Punters shout for the horse they picked Ready for the off the tension mounts A lot of money bet on turf accounts theyre at the start now all in a line The starter waits till all is fine And theyre off, and the horses surge Moving en mass like a cavalry charge
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey Doing battle on Grand National day Hooves thunder hard past the rail Who will win the race who will prevail
On they go riding at a steady rate Five fences in the opening straight Then the big one Bechers Brook Some dont fancy it when they take a look Then the Foinavon fence before Canal Turn Valentines is then the next big concern Three more fences and the field is thinning Across the Melling Road and turning Over two more fences before the Chair Then the water jump and halfway there
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey Doing battle on Grand National day Hooves thunder hard past the rail Who will win the race who will prevail
The crowd cheers loudly those who remain As the magnificent beasts go around again Along the straight five fences once more Then Bechers Brook counts its score Beneath them the ground seems to quake The leaders leaving fallers in their wake Then the Foinavon fence before Canal Turn Valentines is once again the big concern Three more fences and the field is thinning Across the Melling Road and turning
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey Doing battle on Grand National day Hooves thunder hard past the rail Who will win the race who will prevail
Two more fences and the volume gets loud Almost home to the delight of the crowd Jump the last fence and land ahead Keep your wits about you, keep your head The finishing straight the end in sight Across the finish line to the crowds delight For the winner at the end of the road The great sporting accolade is bestowed A spectacle on an afternoon well spent For those who witness the great event
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07-24-2007 11:06 AM ET (US)
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MOMENTS
A Life is merely moments Interconnected Like the links of a chain Just moments Some fleeting Some lingering Sometimes singular Sometimes strung together One upon another To make experiences In turn making a life whole Life consists only of moments Moments that comfort Moments that elate Moments of sadness Moments of joy Moments of pain Moments of ecstasy Moments to cherish Some moments are finite Others radiate through a life Like ripples on a pond Left by a rising fish Others remain rooted in the past Becoming distant memories Yet some are perfect moments And are easily recalled In perfect clarity You are my most precious moments
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07-24-2007 11:05 AM ET (US)
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NATURES CHILD
She was natures child The most special one Her smile as warm As the summer sun Yet Fragile and delicate Like an early spring bloom Bright as shaft of sunlight Illuminating the gloom Spectacular and exiting As the days first dawning Yet simple and refreshing As a clear winter morning Tempestuous like An autumn gale blowing wild The most special one She was natures child
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TRIANGLES
Its so good to be loved To be essential to someone To be the breath of their life The beat in their heart The fire in their blood Seeing love in their eyes Knowing you are the one Being in their every thought Its so good to be loved Except when you love another
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LOVE OF HER LIFE
Young and beautiful She looked at the life ahead With hope and optimism But a life was planned for her instead A loveless marriage With a distant stranger Arranged by her family She decided was not for her
She gave her heart To the love of her life
She listened to her heart And not her fathers voice She simply fell in love With a man of her choice
She wanted too make a life With the love of her life
The consequence of this love So precious to her Was shame on her family And death for the dishonour
She risked her life For the love of her life
Her cries for help Went sadly unheeded The cruellest punishments For the love she needed
She gave her life For the love of her life Her father wanted to arrange her life And cursed the love of her life Her father took her life Because of the love of her life She wanted to live her life With the love of her life Make her safe in paradise God protect her in the afterlife
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IMAGINE
I imagine the scent of you Because you are far away I imagine your hand in mine Because you are out of reach I imagine you in my arms Because youre no longer there I imagine your sweet smile Because now you look at me with scorn I imagine your lovely voice Because now you speak only bitter words I imagine that you love me Because your love for me is past I imagine myself in your heart Because you no longer love me
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ATTENTION PAUL CURTIS
Can you email me as the address I have here for you is kicking back my emails. It's re: 'Paul's Corner' in NYK. Thank you :)
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CRUEL WORLD
My tears ran like autumn rain When cupids love was slain In my heart there was only pain I turn my back upon the world
My world was shattered When I lost all that mattered And my dreams were scattered I turn my back upon the world
My heart has been broken Her love for me was only token All her promises now forsaken I turn my back upon the world
The loss of my hearts desire Cold embers where once was fire To love again I can only aspire I turn my back upon the world
But with head high I went forward Feeling not a little awkward And I found my just reward When I went again into the world
Though my love ended in tears Its never as dark as it appears Ive put aside my darkest Fears And I must go again out into the world
Now back from the brink of madness With Only distant memories of Sadness My heart now resounds in gladness Now Im back again into the world
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A NEW HORIZON
That first date, The Anticipation Butterflies in the stomach Would she come, would she stand me up? Then the elation when I see her Excitement tinged with fear Nervous laughter punctuates nervous silences Then relaxed conversation The touch of her hand Exchanged knowing glances The end of the evening A slow walk home, holding hands At her door the first kiss Then goodnight
Before our second date The empty ache of longing Stomach in knots, head spinning The doubts and insecurities Analyzing every second Of our first meeting Looking for signs, reassurances Then the day came and all was well again At a family function, her sisters wedding Stolen kisses And Knowing looks
Then as the days past More doubts, more insecurities Should I say I love her Is it too soon Does she feel the same as I? Am I rushing it Will I scare her off Then when we meet again All my fears melt away And on that first morning We woke together The touch of her hand The warmth of her smile I thought I would never doubt again Then came the next day When we werent due to meet up
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KEEPSAKE
I keep your beauty in my eyes Your vision adorns my mind I keep the taste of you on my lips Your sweetness taints my pallet I keep your fragrance in my nose Where it pervades my senses I keep your tender tones in my ears Your laughter fills my heart I keep the touch of you on my skin The warmth of you in my fingers I keep the essence of you in my soul I keep your love in the haven of my heart
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WHO IS THERE
Who is there? In my darkest hours When pain wracks my body When dark thoughts plague me Who is it who sustains me?
Who is there? At times of anguish When I feel so alone When I feel all hope is gone Who lifts me and guides me
Who is there? In the depths of my despair When I see no end When I seek release Who is it? Who will take my pain
He is there When the pain ends When darkness is banished In the light of love My lord god will keep me
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THE MIRACLE CURE
Do you feel inadequate? Or suffer from shyness? Are you unable to be assertive? Did you answered yes? Then the solution is simple Though a little distasteful Get to a wine bar double fast And get totally rat assed Wine is the safest natural way To bring you out of your shell You will have new confidence To tell total strangers to go to hell Inadequacy will be a thing of the past Shyness will be a forgotten thing Assertiveness will be the new you And you will be willing to do anything This is not a quick fix solution Regular doses should be taken Try different drinks, experiment This is a for life regimen I must give a word of warning Shyness and awkwardness Will return to haunt you So always carry a bottle in readiness
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MOBILE COMMUNICATION
I want to buy a mobile phone No I dont want a camera Not even video No I dont want movie down loads Screensavers, internet access Or downloads of any kind I dont want WAP or WiFi I dont need 100 ringtones 10000 free minutes Or unlimited texts at weekends I dont want to play games I dont need an MP3 player I neither want nor need Blue tooth Sharks tooth Hounds tooth Or dog tooth What I want is a device To make and receive phone calls And texts like wise I just want to buy a BLOODY PHONE Thank you that one will be perfect Does it have a torch?
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02-26-2007 08:23 AM ET (US)
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PAYMENT IN KIND
On the seventh day Of the seventh month Londoners paid the price The ultimate price in blood and death In part only they paid On that July morning For years of liberalism Historically Opening our doors To the world Offering Succor To every race and creed And on July 7th Our kindness was repaid Not in like kind But in bloody vengeance By the terror of Islam They bit viciously At the hand that fed them A hand offered in friendship Torn to shreads Instead of embracing us And returning in kind They choose instead To embrace terror We should beware Of giving of our hearts To the heartless ones Who plot to destroy us This was only a warning They will come again
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THE RUGGED ISLE
The channel glistened With silver strands Beneath the early summer sun Its waves broke gently white Below the green topped cliffs of chalk The sky of azure blue Was clear and appeared limitless But on the distant horizon Storm clouds gathered Though these clouds bore no rain And would not bring a summer squall Storm and tempest were imminent The sky became filled with sinister formations Like foreboding flocks Of migrating duck or geese But these were not of natures sending This malevolent swarm Scarring the clear June sky These were of mans conception Heading for Englands shores To cross its wondrous tapestry Spread casually across the land Like a vast quilted patchwork And when upon this landscape Easy on the eye Did the bombs of evil fall Shattering the peace Of our rugged isle Splitting the earth And breaking bodies Its spirit did not break Its people stood firm Defiant in Satan's face Withstanding hells fire And brimstone smoke And spat in Hitlers eye
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Rain
Could you listen to my heart beat the unending crying of my soul as if you weren't the causeing the causeing of this hole
the waves crashing apon my feet the coolness rippling thorugh my toes the lightning striking in the distance reflecting in my eyes
Could you listen to my crying look at the emptiness of my eyes the clouded over red streaks through the brown of those hued orbs
Take me out to the streets let us listen to the rain Claim my lips with yours in the cooling rain that washes all the pain away With you to let me know it's all okay
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I'd just lke to say that I really enjoyed reading 'The Endless Dance' posted here by backstreetdreamer.
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Is there anybody out there, or am I just imagining it?
McDade? Ronnie? Gill? Jim? Bob? Peter? Jordan? Anyone else who writes?
What happened to all the Haiku? We were supposed to be writing here!
There's a limit to what one can do with those seventeen syllables!
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The endless dance. ..................
The house contains hidden mirrored darkness and velvet vague echoes within echoes, wanting desperately to be remembered. Eyes within eyes I can see, over my shoulder sepia tinted yesterdays of magnolia memories, scented sensations and realisations of far away and long ago, and faces that I seem to know.
Somewhere in the distance there is music playing, such a haunting and bittersweet melody comes dancing through dust laden hallways, making lace draped crystal chandeliers quiver in ecstacy, this ghostly gentle symphony that seems to be a part of me.
And then I sense you by my side, slipping your hand into mine together once again, and suddenly I realise in sweet delight and soft surprise, the eyes within the eyes I saw were memories from a distant shore, returning with the summer rain to kiss my soul and heal my pain, my darling shall we dance again?...
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wow you guys are "good" i wish i could suck as much as you
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Pray For All Pray for all
Pray for day! Pray for night! Pray for the sun to shine bright. Pray for loveones far and near. Pray for the ones that you hold dear. Pray for the ones that need it and,know it. Pray for those who need it but,don't show it. Copyright ©2006 Tosha Sue Hattendorf
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Christal, Emma, Blake... A HIKE YOU MUST TAKE!
I am sick of reading all this nonsense and sick of people abusing free services such as those provided for the enjoyment of our readers. From now on, ALL spam and unsolicited efforts at free advertising will be deleted.
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AUTOMATIC PHOBIA
My wife has a phobia of automation She doesnt trust things robotic At the hospital she wont use Sliding doors because their automatic We have to walk round the back Circumnavigating the complex To find a door we have to open To accommodate her own complex Then up sixteen flights of stairs For she doesnt like the elevators Nor does she like travelators And she doesnt do the escalators Up and up the stairs we go No wonder my heart rate is so high No wonder my pulse is racing Why must hospital reach up to the sky? Im out of breath and tiring Is it any wonder Im in a state? Because shes a technophobe Im a heart attack candidate
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ZZ TOP
Zidane in Germany in 2006 Was given the golden ball Voted the tournaments best player The most outstanding of them all A great reward for his foul conduct Viciously head butting a rival And before a global audience Sent off in the world cup final Was this the act of a great player? Or of a thug that the world abhors Was his behavior out of character? Or has he now shown his true colors
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CHARLES THE MARTYR
Charles the first of England Walked through the snow Wrapped up against the chill So no shake would show Parliament chose to kill The rightful king of the land An outrageous act at Whitehall Perpetrated by the puritans An axe man on the scaffold Executing him matter of fact The cold January snow Almost purifying the act A dignified monarch Unwavering in his belief His daughter Princess Elizabeth Broken hearted died of grief
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NICE ONE HENRY
FIFA are on a mission Racism in the game they want to defeat An admirable ambition indeed But first they need to stamp out cheats Its spread from normal quarters To Thierry Henry who to his disgrace After a shoulder to the chest Went down holding his face
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I CRY
A TEAR FINDS ITS WAY TO THE DEEPEST PART OF MY SOUL BUT IT WILL NEVER FIND THE WAY TO MY EYE IM TO PROUD TO BE EMOTIONAL SO ITS THE INSIDE THAT I CRY MY TEARS I FEEL I COULD DROWN THE WORLD SO INTEAD THEY ARE DROWNING ME ITS TWICE AS TOUGH TO BE DROWNED INSIDE BUT AT LEAST NO ONE CAN SEE THE TEARS THAT HAVE FOUND THEIR WAY ARE NOW AN OCEAN I SAIL ALONE FOREVER MY EYE IS NOT A ROUTE FOR THE OCEAN TO ESCAPE NOT NOW, NOT EVER.
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LOVE AT A STROKE
I saw her across the room A vision of beauty to the beholder I was struck, instantly By her loveliness, by her elegance The way she held herself I was spellbound by the image I was physically altered by her Was this love at first sight? Or mere infatuation She was really lovely And I doubtless felt something What I saw was a rare beauty A precious thing Like a work of art Treasured on a gallery wall A painting seen from a distance But what I felt wasnt love Not from the first sight of her Desire yes, feelings of passion also yes Want and need certainly But real depth of love no This comes later After closer study Examining the canvas Every nuance, every brushstroke Form, colour, composition, perspectives Seeing beneath the beautiful façade To find beneath the painted layers To where true beauty resides Only after this patient study Can you find true depth of feeling And claim to be in love
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ACROSS THE VOID
From a highly sophisticated civilization Far in advance of our own They crossed the great void of space To make patterns in the fields weve sown If that is their idea of fun They must be the dullest aliens ever known
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FROM THE SHADOWS
I stood in the shadows As I had often done before Out of sight, to see yet be unseen To look upon that vision of loveliness She talks with friends in the gardens Unaware of me Her skirt was long and green From high waste to ankle low Her crisp blouse of white Enhanced to elegance of her neck The long sleeves encasing her slender arms Covered her fine boned wrists Her hair was red Red like burnished copper Thick and full bodied tied back at her nape Her eyes were the hue of polished emeralds In a setting of perfect pale skin No jeweller could ever hope to equal Her mouth pale lipped, strong yet sensitive When transformed into a smile Illuminated her countenance As if a light had been switched on Perusal of every inch of her delicate frame Returned echoes of a cultured creature Dressed in the finest Edwardian elegance More than a class above me I step from the shadows Returning unseen to my duties
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I have a chapbook "Transfer," which is collection of 20 poems. If you're interested and want to check out some sample poems, please check out my website ( http://myspace.com/alanking81). You can also purchase a copy of the chapbook through pay pal.
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BEST OF A DECADE
The soundtrack of the sixties Was by Lennon and McCartney But it was little Georgie Best Who did the choreography
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FEAR NOT
There are many Phobias and fears Causing consternation Jitters or tears Like agoraphobia Fear of open spaces Parks and fields And public places They are by definition Irrational by nature Fear of things Causing discomfiture Angora phobia is If I know no better The irrational fear Of a Mohair sweater
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* Hi yursel' * >From: QT - NYKMedia1@aol.com <qtopic+31-2MkvFZiNRPC@quicktopic.com> >Reply-To: QT topic 31-2MkvFZiNRPC <qtopic+31-2MkvFZiNRPC@quicktopic.com> >To: QT topic subscribers <qtopic+subs@quicktopic.com> >Subject: Poems and Poetry >Date: 15 Jan 2006 14:59:36 -0800 > _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN Search Toolbar now includes Desktop search! http://toolbar.msn.co.uk/< replied-to message removed by QT >
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A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS
Now once more The year has turned The advent candle Long since burned Hearts darken As we count the cost And the seasons spirit Is all now lost But it need not All be dark and gloom Light can again Illuminate the room So here is a philosophy For all of us God is for life Not just for Christmas
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01-13-2006 10:35 AM ET (US)
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SAVIORS
When soldiers stand neath flags unfurled Before going to war to do the biz Be sure before theyre sent to save the world They re happy with the world the way it is
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WHAT DO YOU WANT BUD?
I saw a Buddhist monk today At a hot dog stand The cook stood at the griddle Doing his thing What can I make you was his Gruff demand The monk replied, Make one With everything
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FAREWELL CHARLES
Well they finally got rid of Kennedy Who likes to drink quite liberally Im not sure that its fair or right He didnt start drinking over night They knew what they were getting A man familiar with whistle wetting What seems to me to be Nonsense From the party with a conscience For a liberal party not withstanding Isnt the least bit understanding I wonder now about the motivation Hounding him out before the nation It wasnt his reputation as a Binger He had to go because he was Ginger
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DARWINS DESIGN
There is, today, a fierce debate Well in America at any rate Darwinism is again causing friction Some claim his work to be a fiction And his Origin of the Species Is likened to a pile of fetid faeces Fossil evidence has caused the strife Showing Random explosions of life Evolution was not a gradual change Thoughts we now must rearrange Its not at all as Charles Darwin said But Intelligent Design instead
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Cold and windy, Cloudy sky, City streets passing by First meeting, nerves and fear Too late now, the venues near And then you see her, From afar Catch your breath, Catch a star Breakfast table, Busy place Enchanting eyes, Perfect face Time goes quickly, you sit and talk Conversation, worth the walk. Time to leave, meeting done Heading south, back to the sun A brief encounter, a thought to store A question asked, will there be more?
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A lonely seat in empty stands A broken man, head in hands A single tear comes to his eye He sits and watches his club die
His spirit longs to be a part Of new beginnings, brand new start His soul yearning for relief From this utter, constant grief
But still he sits for every game The board and manager share his shame But they wont leave, and he must stay For with this club, that is the way
But through the gloom one thing is sure For a love supreme, there is no cure One day, again, he will be proud Haway the lads will ring out loud.
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HARBINGER OF YULE
The advent calendars Are first to appear Heralding the headlong rush Toward Christmas cheer On trees baubles reflect Flickers of candle light From Novembers end Right up to twelfth night
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A new new year another chance to be heartbroken or to find romance a time of hope for some, despair a care free time or a time to care new beginnings or end the old a heart enlightened or one grown cold so many choices for him and her but i hope we all have a happy new year.
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Edited by author 12-23-2005 11:42 AM
as I sit by my pool, where it's 80 degrees and the sun glows so warm, with hardly a breeze I think of britain, and wish you all well as you shiver and freeze in your icy hell.
merry christmas!
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CHRISTMAS FAYRE
There has never been a good time to be poor Certainly not Christmas As Dickens wrote This time when want is keenly felt by the poor And there has never been a good place to be poor Certainly not Victorian London Now a wealthy Victorian family Would dine upon a Christmas dinner Of Vegetable soup Oyster patties, Roast turkey or goose, Boiled leg of mutton with caper sauce Followed by Port wine jelly, Mince pies and plum pudding Queen Victoria is known to have eaten roast swan While in the country A piece of Smoked bacon Or rabbit pie was had The poor in town or country Dined upon what ever could be found
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CROMWELLIAN (CLERIHEW)
The lord protector Oliver Cromwell Killed thousands, the truth to tell Beheaded the king and closed hostelries And he cancelled the Christmas festivities
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JOSHUA, JOSHUA
God with us, or Emmanuel A savior In Hebrew called Joshua In Greek the name was Jesus The chosen one In Hebrew called Messiah In Greek named Christ Jesus Christ The Son of god A Jew Born in the Roman Empire Given by God to the world For two thousand years Not known by a Latin name But known by all by his name in Greek
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
Well I only got a sweater for Christmas Not the best thing to get for a dreamer Because I got a sweater for Christmas When I wanted a moaner or a screamer
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Don't forget to vote at http://www.nowyouknow.co.ukThe system is set to monitor voting patterns, so multiple votes from the same IP address are usually discared automatically.
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MARTIN LUTHER BLING
There is a legend suggesting that Martin Luther Who was a sixteenth century religious reformer And founder of the Protestant church in Germany Was the first to put candles onto a Christmas tree Its said he was walking home one winters night When he noticed the stars were shinning bright And through the trees he saw the twinkling light And he was so impressed by this majestic sight When he returned home he set up his Christmas tree Decorating it with lighted candles for all to see
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HAPPY CHRISTMAS AUNTIE PEGGY
For Christmas I bought my Auntie A brand new wooden leg I didnt have it specially made No I just got it off the peg You may say its not a nice gift Or even that its a killer It wasnt her main present though It was just a stocking filler
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WHOS THE NEW GUY?
A tenth reindeer flew in Santas team One unknown pulling Santas sleigh We know the names of nine of them Including Rudolf leading the way So who was the mystery number ten? Twas Rudolf the brown nosed reindeer Flew behind his red nosed brother But he couldnt stop as quick I fear
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HAPPY STRESSLESS
A good friend of mine Does his Christmas shopping In less than two hours With decs for party popping And Gifts for twenty five Friends and family All on Christmas Eve Including a six foot tree
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VICTORIOUS CHRISTMAS PIE
In the nineteenth century At Christmas time The old queen, Victoria Gave, to her senior staff And closest friends A specially commissioned Victorian Christmas pie An extraordinary example Of culinary magnificence The pie consisted firstly Of a woodcock Small and plump Which, was then stuffed inside A well hung and gamey pheasant Which in its turn Was stuffed inside A fat corn fed chicken As if this was not enough The chicken itself was then Stuffed into a huge Turkey Until Finally The great weight of fowl Was placed upon a dish Surrounded by special stuffing And baked beneath The richest pastry crust
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ITS CHRISTMAS
People have been discovering On a Christmas Morning That the curse of Christmas Thats causing the most fuss Has been unanimously concluded To be Batteries not included
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At last i have some time to spare No more work until the New Year Its nearly Christmas so beware The weather's bitter so have a care Peace and goodwill and never fear A wish for one and all for the coming year
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ipod!
It wakes me every morning in sync with the clock on my bedside table in it's little dock. I drive with it beside me transmitting to my tuner no matter where my journey leads I seem to get there sooner. My office bare without it I had to buy more gear so on my desk a speaker set so that the world can hear. Attached to my arm each afternoon when I am in the gym the workouts go so quickly helping me keep slim. And almost every evening at home through stereo I listen to my music where does the evening go? My little white companion with me day and night my mp3 best buddy this love just feels so right.
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12-13-2005 03:41 AM ET (US)
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By the way, it's now is called 'Golfing Genius'! Definately, Golfing Genius.
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12-09-2005 06:41 AM ET (US)
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Tae Gill, Yur writin'a play aboot gowf? Dae ye ken much about it? Wae the sterter in thon wee howf, An blokes, thur strokes gittin countit. Noo Susan, she kens aboot gowf, It's aw baws, tees an drivin, She didnae jist sit in hur howf, Fur handicap she wiz strivin! Now You Know! http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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Edited by author 12-09-2005 05:55 AM
GOLF GENIUS...
Okay 2 minutes just to say Yes another play Of gowf and baws and fun 'n' at It's winning that's the game.
It's called 'Golf Genius' now you know of clubs and being smart Will Stirling win, of course they will If not, it's taking part.
But take time out to see the play Then you'll soon find out The game they play tiz not on the green 'Genius' is what it's about. ~~~~~~~~ The Smith Museum Stirling. 30th, 31st March, 1st April (matinee and evening) 2.30pm matinee and all evenings 7.30pm Tickets £8.50 including wine, lite bites and a great night out!
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You are not alone really.
Just dont have time to play at the moment. Too much work. But I will be back as soon as I can.
MY JOBS WORSE THAN PRISON
When youre in prison Youre in a cell twenty three hours a day But if youre at work Youre trapped in a cubicle to earn your pay When youre in prison For being good you get time off Im assured But if youre at work And youre good more work is your reward When youre in prison Youre given three square meals a day But if youre at work Even if you get lunch you have to pay When youre in prison The wardens are often mean in the nick But if youre at work Its the managers who are equally sadistic When youre in prison You get privacy with a toilet all to yourself But if youre at work You have to share with every bugger else When youre in prison Guard lock and unlock all the doors for you But if youre at work Your never alone as cameras have you in view When youre in prison You can watch TV or play games if you care But if youre at work You can get the sack for just playing solitaire When youre in prison They let your family come and visit regularly But if youre at work You cant even telephone to friends or family
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12-07-2005 11:30 AM ET (US)
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It's rather plain to see that there's nobody here except you and me... Gill's writing another play, Don't know what it's about, I'm sure she'll tell us one day, Of that, I have no doubt. Roving Ronnie has gone, Wandered right off the page, Jordan, he never got on, He's probably writing of 'Rage'. An' whit about our Jim? Never seen nor heard of here, But with his eyes so dim, His apology's sincere. Shona Prophett, is she yet? Perhaps, but she's no poet, She'd rather keep a winning bet, Than let us here all know it. http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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12-05-2005 04:57 PM ET (US)
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write early! avoid the christmas rush!
it's like pulling teeth................
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11-29-2005 06:07 PM ET (US)
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Well hello Paul nice to see a playmate for Derum that's all we need!!
Here we go, here we go, here we go......(singing by the way) The lassies have put their war paint on, let the dance begin! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm happy really but I just have 3 months to write the play. Not long, you know how slow I type!
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11-29-2005 05:47 PM ET (US)
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HEY WAYNE
Bimbette, an unmarried mother Went to claim benefit And in front of a case manager She was asked to sit He asked her How many children do you have then? After a few moments Bimbette finally replied Ten Horrified and thinking this was One of those claims "Ten?" Said the case manager "What are their names?" Bimbette replied impatiently Theyre all called Wayne Theyre all called Wayne? Isnt that a bit of a pain? "Naah" she said "If theyre out playing in the street I just shout, Come in Wayne and it works a treat It works at bed time and when its time for dinner But what if asked the manager in a perturbed manner "You want to speak to one boy individually?" He said "Thats easy," she replied "I use their surnames instead"
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11-29-2005 05:41 PM ET (US)
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There's no need to sound so happy about it.
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11-29-2005 05:24 PM ET (US)
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lucky guess.
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11-29-2005 05:16 PM ET (US)
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I recognise that writing... Paul's back! Am I right or wrong?
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CROMWELLIAN (CLERIHEW)
The lord protector Oliver Cromwell Killed thousands, the truth to tell Beheaded the king and closed hostelries And he cancelled the Christmas festivities
HOW OLD? (CLERIHEW)
How old are you next birthday dad? I will be forty eight I told the lad Do you have liver spots? No I dont Ben Have you had your midlife crisis then?
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NOSTALGIA AINT WHAT IT USED TO BE
We all think that when we were young the sun shone 23 hours a day Not altogether true But things always look better looking back For example we didnt have to endure TV ads for sanitary products and pantie liners Thrush medicine or hemorrhoid cream We only had the three TV channels which was enough And there was no such thing as daytime telly And the network shut down at 10.30 So we knew when to go to bed The soap of the day was Peyton Place For the kids Noggin the Nog Mr. Pastry or the Wombles Captain Pugwash with seaman stains And Roger the cabin boy Comedy like Sykes, the good life And Morecambe and Wise Sid and Hattie in the carry ons Grass hopper in kung fu Land of the giants, Blakes seven and Dr who You could still watch sport on terrestrial With Grandstand on the Beeb And on ITV, Dickie Davis on world of sport In the music world the Rolling Stones Were closer to puberty than senility The first record I bought was good news week By Hedgehoppers Anonymous You could buy LPs, singles and audio cassettes Even 8 track though not very long lived Petrol was only five bob a gallon While beer was just 10p a pint Penny chews and sweets in a jar Treats, opal fruits and spangles Oh for the time when gay still meant happy And everyone wore a ticka ticka Timex When we all wanted to be in love Like Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard in brief encounter Or be suave and debonair just like Fred astair And dance with panache and savoir fare When Bette said Gerry lets not ask for the moon we already have the stars Its not that Im a cup half empty kind of guy But things do look better looking back
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OH NO HE ISNT
My great uncle John was an actor on the stage Who was best known as a pantomime dame Famous for his ugly sister and widow twanky But not anymore which is a great shame
He has gone to that great pantomime in the sky No longer will he don grease paint and his regalia I will still see him though from time to time Because hes not dead hes just working for Ryan air
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HOOK
There is something puzzling me As it doesnt say in the book Before his hand was taken What did they call captain hook
Its a difficult one to answer Maybe he was evil captain fist Or was he called captain two hands Not really a very menacing list
And was it simply irony, mere chance Or was his accident planned For if not for the crocodile He would have remained a deck hand
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11-29-2005 04:47 PM ET (US)
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Que?
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11-29-2005 04:37 PM ET (US)
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Use our Q's??
Queen quelled quentins quest quickly questioning quadrilles quisquilious quotidian querulist quidam querimonious quills.
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11-29-2005 04:18 PM ET (US)
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Re: "Oh happy days, guess who got another commission today? Sweat, blood and tears are on the horizon :( " Why the sad face? Click here to go back to http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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11-29-2005 04:00 PM ET (US)
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poetry in motion Derum....I just wish I could read my dictionary as beautifully as you do! *sigh* Unfortunately your poetry reads more like a Pantomime. Pants to you sweetie:-P An Americanism is it not? Okay Ed, no more P's but can we use our Q's? I don't want to feel your lumps Derum but I think Agnes does. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh happy days, guess who got another commission today? Sweat, blood and tears are on the horizon :(
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11-29-2005 03:26 PM ET (US)
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po·et·ry ( P ) Pronunciation Key (p-tr) n. The art or work of a poet.
Poems regarded as forming a division of literature. The poetic works of a given author, group, nation, or kind. A piece of literature written in meter; verse. Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound. The essence or characteristic quality of a poem. A quality that suggests poetry, as in grace, beauty, or harmony: the poetry of the dancer's movements.
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po·em ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pm) n. A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme. A composition in verse rather than in prose. A literary composition written with an intensity or beauty of language more characteristic of poetry than of prose. A creation, object, or experience having beauty suggestive of poetry.
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11-29-2005 10:57 AM ET (US)
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why does Gill want to feel my lumps?
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11-29-2005 10:32 AM ET (US)
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Derum,
Don't sell yourself short... Your words are priceless!
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11-29-2005 10:28 AM ET (US)
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Susan, pick any of my submissions, they are all worth at least that amount. Unlike the rest of the dross. ;)
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11-29-2005 08:32 AM ET (US)
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Paragon? Paraphrase? Phrenology? I've got your game! Palindrome, Paradigm, Philology It's all in the name. No matter what way I look at it... you all need your heads examined and we need to move on from the letter 'p' in the dictionary! :-D http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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11-28-2005 06:06 PM ET (US)
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Clearasil Tae the Rescue!!
Aw pet, huv ye goat acne? Here, and ah thought ye were such a bonnie laddie tae! By the way, dinnae paraphrase Gill! Wur ye no meanin she's a paragon?? That's more like it :-) Och it's too late fur me tae write a poem, rhymin or no!!
Sweet Dreams Derum xxx
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11-28-2005 05:52 PM ET (US)
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The Metro
Hoo many poor stupit papers and magazines Like the Metro in buses and train stations Wull be forgettle of pomes, by the Scriever? Wull they no be in body bags afore they ken it? A wull gie ye forever When nothing will be left o these days And posh folk will be blithe tae live wae the poor Gettin charity when they used tae gie enough ruise Lassies wae their flooers no opened and wifies reading the pomes Aye, theyll like aw the crack thats telt Then yowl aboot no livin in those times Tae huv seen ye and aw their tail-toddle ainly glore So wull ye flee above those common rude folk And ma everlasting song wull survive? Gill K Bastock © 2004
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11-28-2005 05:52 PM ET (US)
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Ed,
it's easy to guess who wrote what theirs is a mess mine hits the spot.
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11-28-2005 05:49 PM ET (US)
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to paraphrase...
Gill, you are a poet and we didn't even know it......
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SWEET DERUM A tease? Moi? You think? Oh my Since I place you on a pedestal so high! I don't want to quarrel, or even to fight Just ponder your phrenology, well into the night. Now rhyming is not my 'thing' as the Ed knows So a treat is now for you, a sight to behold have a look at Gill's keen words, may even be tres light Remember my Scriever friends, they are all copyright! http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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From the Ed. I read these many submissions, From copies sent direct, I have the ultimate choice, Whether to accept or reject. No names do they show, So I would never know, From whom these poems are sent, Until I visit the messageboards, To acknowledge by consent. But after months of reading, Growing accustomed to each style, I am proud of all the writers, Who have made somebody smile. I pride myself on knowing, Whose words I read each time, For style is what you all have, Whether with or without rhyme. http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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11-28-2005 02:51 PM ET (US)
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once in every little while I read something on here that makes me smile it could be Senga's stunning wit or Agnes' poetic charm even Eddies words are sometimes fun and the Ed. means no harm. Paul and Stewart contribute sometimes with good effect but Girls on Top posted once and ended up just wrecked. And then there's Gill. what can one say? she's just a tease who likes to play.
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DERUM With stage talk, This boat will rock, When Gill digs in her oar. Playwriting, And word fighting, She will be back for more. http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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11-28-2005 01:18 PM ET (US)
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To Gill
My dearest Gill, It's such a thrill, To learn you are still here.
I asked dear ed, What Derum said, She made it perfectly clear.
Derum's all talk, Not even full Jock, And never gets into top gear.
He always tries, And never lies, But the ed, he never got near.
So there ye go, Bit of a blow, Nae gossip, again, this year.
PS - An whit dae ye mean by 'Fat Senga'????
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11-28-2005 12:43 PM ET (US)
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as for the Ed. oh Senga dear, there's nothing there (I think she's queer) though we did once sit and share discussions about her underwear.
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11-28-2005 12:40 PM ET (US)
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Just in jest you say, dear Gill yet why do you get such a thrill when you see my words on here?
Yes you know you cannot hide what you feel, deep inside is it your feelings you fear?
Enough of this silly talk it's time for you to walk the walk put your words upon this page!
I know that you can't compete your words are like a dead end street when derum takes the stage....
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Edited by author 11-28-2005 11:10 AM
LOVE IS...
It's seems to me, unfortunately Some do not get my humour from Stirling, Europe or Italy Don't you think it's peculiar? Why would I send my love to him In such an blatant way? Since people know me more than this My love would never stray. But Derum is an easy catch He likes to be adored While I am laughing (he-haw he-haw) He poetry gets me bored! So have no fear, it is a game To see who is the best With rhyming words and taunting My love is JUST IN JEST!!!
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Poetry wars? I cannot write in rhyme, But I will try it this one time, To invite you all to stop, For a quick look at my shop. It's Cyberdosh, you see, Where we're all meant to be, I read it only yesterday, In Edition 12 of NYK. It's at http://uk.ebid.net/stores/Cyberdosh
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PARDON MY RUDE INTERUPTION. I'll hazard a guess, Though I couldn't care less, That it's I of whom one speaks? But with my perfect grammar, And no hint of a stammer, I have scaled those literary peaks! Albeit, I'll agree, That my terrible poetry, May lack a certain flair. Just to set the record straight, Derum has never been my date, But I believe that the ed's been there! VOTE FOR AGNES & SENGA - http://www.nowyouknow.co.uk
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YOU WANT TO PLAYBOY??
Alas my drooling Derum it's true my skills are many but for the whole wide world to see? Alack they are not ready. Our world of gibes and taunting make many smile and roar but risking my probity I'll sound just like a who... So using 'a priori' I choose my words with care and compete with tender words I feel it's only fair. Since Agnes and fat Senga will 'gutter talk' with glee Therefore I win hands down my love They can't 'talk proper' like me!
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11-23-2005 01:08 PM ET (US)
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Slightly Risque... ha ha
Senga, not quite right you say? I think that may be true 'cos i've had her in the bedroom and I know what she can do... Agnes, toothless? no! it makes it all the better when she gives a blo. ... Gill, you must compete, learn a naughty trick or two give me some excitement tell me what you can do......
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YES!! :-)
Oh My God Derum's here! and I thought he was crumpled With all our laughing and hee-haws Instead he had us rumbled. I do declare that he's no fool Instead he's sitting watching Waiting for our next daft move While vying for affection. Beware my love I must tell you You must be told the truth That Senga's not 'quite right'you know You'll see she's so uncouth. How can you tolerate Agnes With her fags and has no teeth? My Derum - tell the tale of love of Gill, she is so sweet. I cannot, will not share my love you are my only one take me to heaven 'n' back again We'll have such naughty fun....
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disappeared? me? you should all be so lucky I watch with unabated glee at your fighting, rather plucky and still nothing to make me whimper your words could not produce a simper fight over me all you will I guess that it's your only thrill and ladies, take me one by one you'll be in heaven before i'm done....
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A PUBIC APOLOGY!
Dinnae fret yersel dear Ed U've sortit oot ma friends A call fae ma pal Jessie and it's sortit my auld friend. U've screamed at oor Senga U've fallen oot wae Gill Ma Boab's noo goat a shiner Ma score is now three nil.
Um sorry dearest Durum Fur the teasing we huv done But in your hearts of hearts You know it was just fun.
We've dun it wans again ye see The Ed she isnae pleased U've chased awa dear Derum Um doon on bended knees.
U'll have to make some new friends Let's see now, hoos here Paul Curtis and Stewart Findlay Naw, the willnae play....or wull they?
Hmmm time will tell :-)
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