would you like me to have a go at that Jon?............

of course, Prom or Yaesu? Didn't sign in.

Just another of my poems, keep the Kleenex handy (not for that you filthy people).


So Special


Now you've gone i just don't know,
why did you have to go ?
you gave no sign that things were wrong,
you always laughed and seemed so strong.

We all miss you,
but words can't say,
the grief and pain we felt that day.

You were so special,
to me and all,
it just hit me when i got the call,
they said be strong and not to cry,
I felt confused and asked them why.

I thought i was dreaming when i heard them say,
your soul has gone,
you'd passed away,
and when i realised what it meant,
I dropped the phone and went.....

You remember the park where we once walked?
the memories of how we talked and talked?
we spoke of marriage,
a life of heaven.

Well i went to the park,
the one we knew,
I sat down and thought of you,
my heart was hurting,
I could hardly believe,
I wish i knew,
why did you leave?



Kind of a sad poem and as you can probably gather, most of my poems revolve around death and hate, although i do have some which revolve around love.

well I have to say, even though I'm repeating myself, you are very good at it. Maybe one day it will all come back to you. :smiler:

Thank you again Mal

I have thought about getting my poems published, although im probably a bit on the frightened side to do it. Although i have posted some of them in here for others to read they are not public domain, so anyone out there who's thinking of publishing them, think again. Unless you wanna make a 70/30 split, 70% in my favour, naturally. :dancing:

even so, you should put your name on them even here if you are bothered that someone might steel them. Then there will be a permanent, dated, record on a hard drive somewhere; plus witnesses that saw it here first etc... Not sure, but I think posting things on the internet is sort of a form of publishing?

Wow, some very good/interesting reading..comments to follow when I not so tired..However, heres a little ditty my Dad used to sing to me when I was little...

O'de frying pan, de frying pan,
de teapot full of tea,
If you go in the cellar,
you'll see our Isabella,
sitting on her boyfriend knee!

Please: If anyone has heard this before, would you let me know.Me Dads the only one Ive ever heard sing it? Dont know if he made it up! :sensee:

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane...luv that song :disco:

Have you read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? This guy eats a whole sheet of blotting paper soaked in acid and wants to listen to that song on the stereo while in the bath; he tells his friend that when it gets to the part about the rabbit he wants him to drop the stereo in the bath and electrocute him... :smile2:

no, not read that one...isn't there a film? or is that different entirely?