My Love For Poetry

A short poem and sure hope it does not offend anyone here.

The Town Clown

There's always one in every town
A silly one portrays a clown
Acting like they own the place
Seems they hide behind the face
They act like children at a zoo
And try to fool each one of you
If the truth should ever find
They are only being kind
So when you come into a town
Say hello to the silly clown
© Glad E Olah 2009

DaffyD wrote......

A Soul Lost

It was almost three in the morning,
A heavy mist was in the air,
The pilgrim pulled his cloak around him
And made his way across the square.
The hollow sound of his leather boots
Echoed dully on cobbled stone,
A lonely sound there in the mist,
But that pilgrim was not alone!


His companion, cowled and wraith like
Walked in silence near his side,
He claimed he owned the pilgrim’s soul
And would collect it when he died.
So for now, the spectre followed
A mere half a step behind
The pilgrim searched for sanctuary
Claiming the Devil’s contract remained unsigned.

The pilgrim had been tempted,
And in part he was to blame.
He had wished his creditors all to Hell
To be consumed in the Devil’s flame!
The creditors ceased to plague him
And good fortune came his way,
So too did a tall cowled wraith,
His companion from that day.

The pilgrim crossed the deserted square,
His aim, to break the Devil’s hold
By seeking sanctuary in a church
Now that he was grey and old.
He had enjoyed the Devil’s gifts
For many a year and day,
The wraith then took a half step forward
And stole the pilgrim’s soul away.

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So in the end, there's no escape
No church, nor given prayer...
The wraith could steal one's soul away
Regardless if repaired??


P.S. DaffyD
Your poetry is hmmmmmmm.....magnificent!!

Glad E Olah's poem....

The Town Clown

There's always one in every town
A silly one portrays a clown
Acting like they own the place
Seems they hide behind the face
They act like children at a zoo
And try to fool each one of you
If the truth should ever find
They are only being kind
So when you come into a town
Say hello to the silly clown
© Glad E Olah 2009

So true Glad E Olah and ever so sensitive to one's feelings. Beautifully written Glad!

Wuzfuz wrote............

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-I've always tried to walk the straight and narrow
But then Cupid hits me with another arrow.
For a shy coy look and a lovely smile
I often think I would WALK a mile.
But then I think who'd want this old has-bin?
Perhaps a widow remembering when.
Would still find, she has a yen.
But if I meet one who gives me a smile,
I'd probably RUN another mile
For all have sinned since the Garden of Eden
Or maybe its just the mating season.
Whatever be the reason.
Its often said that dreams come true.
And in my dreams I've found a few.
But then I awake in the cold grey dawn
And find that they are really gone.
So I must wait for another night.
To find some one who seems so right.
But then I find a quote
That Winston Churchill wrote.
" One good thing about growing old is that you don't have struggle to avoid temptation . It avoids you.."

Must be talking about someone much older than me.


I loved your poem Wuzfuz!

One must never succumb to age!
Lightening strikes at surprizing times!!
Hmmmmmmmmm....


Love to you all

Willows

Hmmmmm.....


It's been a long time since our poetic friends here at SBR...have written some poetic lines here just for fun!

Come on ...Wuzfuz...Oceanna..Glad...and whomever has the inclination to play with words!!

Babble away and Rhyme away...silly ...serious...or whatever!

Have some fun! Surely...throughought your days, you have some silly or serious thoughts and so...hmmmm....put your thoughts together into some sort of rhyme!

Most often...the sillier and the most novice rhymes are the most entertaining! Give us all a thought to ponder or giggle!

Come on...share with us!

Alice's Knickers !!

The story really started many years ago
Two children played a silly game
They called it ‘Show for Show’
Their names were Jack and Alice
Just bairns of five or six
“Jack, show me your underpants
And I’ll show you, my frilly ‘nicks’”

Jack at last persuaded
Dropped his knee length corduroys
Alice stared and began to laugh,
Then called over the other boys.
Jack was livid he’d been had
By this frilly fairy queen
Whilst she ogled at his underpants
She made sure her frills weren’t seen.

The years rolled by, as we know they do
Then came that fateful night,
“A church concert jack, would you like to go,
Alice Clark’s their leading light?”
Memories flooded back for Jack
Of that day so long ago
That little girl, those frilly ‘nicks’
He wouldn’t miss this show.

They filed into the old church hall
Jack took up his seat.
He’d waited years for his revenge
And his revenge was sweet.
The cast a group of pensioners
Their renditions brought forth snickers
“Whey Jack lad, did yi enjoy the show?”

“Just tell Alice I’ve seen her knickers!!!!”

LOL! DaffyD!!

Yes Willows! I need to get back to writing again.

Thank you those who contribute to our writings here at SBR.

Hey Glad,
You might start with Alice's knickers
DaffyD gave us some "snickers"....

He, to me's an inspiration,
Hope our silly bantering's catchin'!
Ne'er could I story like he!
Yet in rhyme!! so it's left to he
Who'll tell us tales from whom knows where..
I may reply if words I dare
To compromise his venturous story
Perhaps I won't...hmmmmmmm
But then again.....I might!!!

But DaffyD....we're out to get ya!
Write a line..then we'll rhyme with you
Let's see where this rhyme will go
One for us and one for you....
I'll stop the rhyme when it's a drone
Then we'll begin another one.


I'll start with ....."Mary....down the lane..."....(Hey DaffyD....I'm counting on you!! )

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein

[quote="islandgrl"]Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals

[quote="islandgrl"]Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt.
And end up covered with dirt

Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt.
And end up covered with dirt


Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...

Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse

Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtains!.....

Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain

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-Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill

-Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill

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--Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye ol' slagger" !!!

--Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye dirty ol' slagger"
!!!
He threw her a kiss and left with a swagger.

[quote="Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt.
And end up covered with dirt "[/quote]


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---Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye dirty ol' slagger"
!!!
He threw her a kiss and left with a swagger.
At the pub down the road, he ordered a jug.....