Poetry Threat (well ok thread!) mark 2

[NotBloodyLikely]

I carried you inside me, for what seemed like an age,
You messed with my emotions, elation filled with rage,
I couldnt wait to meet you, to hold you close to me,
The child growing inside, I couldnt wait to see,
Patience isn’t my strong point, I’ve always been the same,
But now I knew, I had no choice, We played the waiting game,
Back an forth for check ups, more test were to be done,
All this bloody time, waiting to be mum,
Heartburn brought on sickness,
Sickess brought on tears,
Why is it a pregnancy seems to last for years?
As time passed you got stronger,You liked to exercise,
You’d kick so hard, youd send a pain – that ended in my thighs,
MY stomach swelled to house you, no concept of my plight,
Fastening up my shoes – became a major fight!!!
People laughed and giggled and I often felt down beat,
It wasnt all MY own fault I couldnt see my feet!
For months this game continued, getting larger by the day,
No matter what i’d try and do, you was always in the way,
Walkin, it became a chore, faster snails i have seen,
I needed arm extensions, if I wanted to be clean,
Then the day arrived, the one I’d waited for,
And Jesus Christ you gave me pain like none I’d felt before,
Hours and hours we laid there, on that bloody rock hard bed,
Till the nurse spoke out those special words … ‘I see the babies head’
Our game was almost over, no more waiting to be done,
The time of sick and heartburn were almost overcome,
A few more breaths, some gas and air, and a gentle push or two,
I looked down and looking back, my special child was you!
You drew a breath, and out it came, a scream that made me stare,
I asked the nurse as she looked on,’Can we put him back in there?’
This was to be the start of our lives as son and mother,
I look back and realise, you was well worth all the bother,
Since the day that you was born, we’ve shared some special times,
And as the stretch marks faded, I gained some other lines,
The lines upon my face, are placed there just for you,
From the smiling and the laughter caused by the things you do,
The waiting game we played so well was over long ago,
And all thats left for me to do, is watch my young man grow!

[minim]

Mobile Hell

October 07

[minim]

Deluded, delusional… deceiving

[jemma]

two dreamers …
lost in ideals, wandering through the surfuge of delusion, waiting for that promised star to become real
hearts believing, souls waiting, optimism our saviour, to make it truth known
we strive in life for this one wish, the flicker of maybe’s often seen, driving us, pushing us, always
for what if’s, we must keep going, reaching for the romantic blessing we believe to be ours
and in all possibility, these two kindred souls meet, same wants, same needs, same dreaming
do they lose themselves in the bliss, the illusion of feeling, dependent on the ideal
or do they make the dream a reality, creation beginning in intention, persistance to existance
can it be so simple, a wish, a dream, a meeting, the taking
real is in the eyes of the beholders, two in being makes it fact
to live the dream is to keep living it always
deluded or not … we are what we think
together to breathe, is to be it, as two
I wish, I dream, I live … I promise.
Soulmate be mine!

[jemma]

her principles of feeding

Make it of worth
Use it for good
Respect it
Appreciate it
Manipulate it

Use Love
Send unconditionally
Feed all you like

Be responsible for the results
Bad result – change it
Compassion
One is All
Be mutual

Know
Attune
Understand
Reach
Test
Learn

Appreciation

Honour

Trust

Live the Trust

energy = motivation
energy = inspiration
energy = love
energy = giving
energy = accepting
energy = life
energy is you

You are your creator and creation
Skills are in using the tools
tools = skills = opportunities = Using Them
Achievement

People use people to achieve
People use themselves
Together we achieve
In study

In others we see ourselves, in seeing ourselves we see others.
In feeling others we feel ourselves, in opening with feeling we manipulate and get what we need
Some prey on the already good
Other prey on the ones with the most
The darker souls have the most
Change = energy

One has ALL the tools they need

[minim]

Very powerful images Jemma, I love them.

Keep writing.

[JohnBoy25]

There was a wee man
Who peed in a pan
The pan was too wee
So he peed in the sea
The sea was too wide
So he peed in the Clyde
And all the wee fishes
Swam up his backside

I call it – remembrance from a childhood

[sharongooner]

@johnboy25 wrote:

There was a wee man
Who peed in a pan
The pan was too wee
So he peed in the sea
The sea was too wide
So he peed in the Clyde
And all the wee fishes
Swam up his backside

I call it – remembrance from a childhood

class :lol:

[JohnBoy25]

Critical acclaim at it’s highest :lol: I would also have accepted ‘This piece was moving, inspiring and invigorating. F**kin mint’

[minim]

Not there

October 2004

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