pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 Sticky TapeWhen you wrap a present Or sealing up an envelopeThe end of the tape isn’tSeen no matter how you hopeSo you get your teethTo see if they get ‘neathThat dodgy hidden endThat drives you round the bendSo out come the scissorsThe battle for end withersNow you can just goDo what you need, you know?But then the tape rolls offYou say something like *coff*You scrabble on one knee“I’ve lost the end” you pleaYou find it once againYour getting close to the endUpon your task you fallWithout further stallOne piece torn and savedThen you see its concavedWhat are you to doGet the bloody gluePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 A Bit SillyI want to write a dittyThat sounds a bit wittyWhen I try to flowFor comedy you knowIt all goes over thereLike the way of the pearI like to have a laughLove to sing in the bathLove to see people guffawUntil they are soreThe only joke I knowI think this is how it go...................!Bugger it, forgot!Paul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 Morning gloryFor those that don’t know me I’m a romantic at heartBut like any man I wake up with a belch and a fartI go into the bathroom to see what’s to seeAnd a balding old guy looks back at meI brush my teeth and do my normal confusionsI am getting older are the only conclusionsWith less and less hair every dayAnd guess what a beer belly on the wayI’m shuffling through the best I know howWith my child and my wife (not a silly cow)I’m looking for happiness and to be less stressedAll I find is I’m older and not so well dressedIts not so bad this getting older you knowJust so long as I relax and go with the flowPaul(i know i already posted this, but its not under a trigger warning here) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 Red SkyLook through the window to see the new dayWhat was it that those old Sheppard’s would sayRed sky at dawn is what Sheppard’s did warnIt’s a wonderful bright and frosty mornWhat did the those old sheep workers really knowThe day is promising with a warm glowSpider web impenetrable in the iceI look for a better way of saying “nice”Crispy grass underfoot leaves an odd trialI think what those sheep workers failed to nailIs how wondrous this sight truly is To see what I see I recommend thisTake your time, why not stop a short whileThe world is beautiful just like a smilePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 26, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2008 Can I Help YouIf you want to bend my earTell me things your uncomfortable to hearI’ll listen and maybe add some adviceYou know what, helping makes me feel niceI’ll offer you help and really listenValidation and value is my side of the bargainSo if your feel lost please share your listSelfish reasons make me want to assistBeing there for a friend that is my allIt makes me feel strong, valued and tallSo don’t apologise or try to hideHelping others is great, and helps me insidePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 26, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2008 My PetsMy pets are the bestI call them all a pestBut for unconditional loveMeet my pet doveWhen I’m feeling blueYou know what I doI talk to my friendsPets are best in the endThey look like they listenWhen I am grief strickenMy dove makes me laughWhen she joins me in the bathMy cat gives a cuddleAfter walking in a puddleMy rabbits just runThey have lots of funAt the end of the dayYou know what I sayI love my pets bestThey’re not really a pestPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 27, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 Love Is…..Love is wonderful love is blindLove can make people extra kindLove sneaks in and runs your lifeLove stays with you through all strifeIt catches you when your unsuspectingIt meets you from a different directionIt shows you thing you never knewIt keeps your thoughts pure and trueThe best love to have is one to shareThe true love that starts not over thereThe real love comes from in yourselfThe love of you is best for your healthPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 27, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 The SnifflesI have the sniffles but I am a manI need a doctor as quick as you canHave you never heard of man fluThis isn’t easy, I don’t wish it on youWhen a man’s ill all else must stopYou think my acting is over the topBeing a man is quite bad enoughHaving man flu makes it so toughYou say to me you’d take it awayI wish you would but not todayI’ll be fine once you go outI’ll open the fridge and drink some stoutI’ll get a big sandwich six inches highPacked with cholesterol to the skyAfter I’ve eaten one or two pork piesI’ll put my feet up and rest my eyesI’ll turn on the play station and play a gameWhen you return I’ll say I feel the sameThe mushroom soup and crusty breadThat with man my flu I get in bedThe extra attention and special careThe way you stop and caress my hairMakes me feel important to youAll because I have Man FluPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 27, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 If Music Be The Food Of What?There is an old saying about the food of loveBut the right music is manna from aboveWhen I feel sad it makes me feel boppyIf needs be I change to something soppy As mood enhancement to please a crowdTurn it right up to extra loudWhen your alone behind closed doorsDance as you wish the pleasure’s all yoursMusic is a quick hot wire to the soulIt passes the brain scoring a perfect goalWhatever music pleases your earKeep it up loud we all want to hearIf music is any kind of foodThen what it stimulates is the moodSo choose your beats and rhythm with careAnd let the music take your mood therePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 27, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2008 AgeismThe muddle of thoughts that make up yourselfThe questions and doubts of what to do next The stresses and strains and worries of wealth Should neither leave you confused nor vexedThe wrinkles that start to show your real age The first grey hair you pull out the hairbrushThe way you can better control your rageYour getting older you don’t need to rushThe way you view life is no diff’rent nowThe life that you have is stronger and bolder The way others treat you may change somehowYou still feel twenty one so why act olderYou can be just as young as you hopeA slightly younger partner is fun to gropePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 28, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 28, 2008 InspirationOkay here we goAnother ditty to spoil the flowI look hard for inspirationThe sun got up with constipationSo I look to the skiesNo inspiration meets my eyesThen I try to look withinOh no I am feeling grimMusic I hope will restoreThis tired inspiration whoreUp I turn it way past eightDancing around and feeling greatNow I forget why I startedTo think inspiration had partedIt is all around me nowSo to music I do bowPaul(bit of an odd one, i was finding it hard to flow today ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 29, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 29, 2008 The Old Woman’s StoryThere was an old woman who lived in a shoeShe had so many children but knew what to doShe cherished each one and told them storiesTook joy in relishing their personal gloriesEach one knew they were loved and cared forRespect was mutual and never a choreSome were sports stars yet to be famousNot a one could be called ignoramusYet more would help care for the little onesSome excelled at learning tons and tonsYou see the old woman was a fantastic motherWith love and support she gladly would smotherEach child was individual and encouraged to growIn whatever direction they wished to goThe old woman was wise beyond compareShe didn’t worry that some paths were unclearShe knew the potential was extra strongIn those that don’t have a plan all alongSo next time you hear the traditional rhymeRemember the real stories not a crimePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted March 11, 2008 Author Report Share Posted March 11, 2008 Day OffI woke up this morning worry freeI decided I am allowed to be nice to meSo far I have eaten babybel cheeseMika on the stereo turned up to pleaseI plan to have a huge long bathLots of bubbles to make me laughThree top ups of hot water at leastMaybe cleanse this tired old beastThe sun is shining bright and trueSo here is what I decided to doI am going to take a day off and freeFrom worrying about stuff and be nice to mePaul(this is the intention, wish me luck ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rachel_31_uk Posted March 11, 2008 Report Share Posted March 11, 2008 aww Paul your poems are really good.i hope you do follow the last poem you deserve it hugs Rachxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CharcoalKiss Posted March 14, 2008 Report Share Posted March 14, 2008 Wow P. You're poems are really wonderful. Keep writing!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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