Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Happy new year, folks……

New Year greetings for toasty old man?

From My InBox:

H A P P Y   N E W    Y E A R
A poem by Khuswant Singh at 92!

The horse and the mule live for 30 years,
And know nothing of wines and beers;

The goat and sheep at 20 die,
And never get a taste of Scotch and rye.

The cow drinks water by the tonne
And at 18 is mostly done
Without the aid of gin and rum.

The cat in milk and water soaks,
And then in 12 short years it croaks.

The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for others, then dies at 10.

All animals are strictly dry,
They sinless live and swiftly die.

But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive for three score years and ten,

And some of them, though very few,
Stay pickled till they're 92!

So shed a tear, drink a beer,
Celebrate the past, toast the future and have a Happy New Year ! 

Friday, January 24, 2014

The Free GPS

From My InBox:

The Free GPS

I have a little GPS
I've had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones
My GPS is my wife

It gives me full instructions
Especially on how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five".

It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brakes
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake

It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene

It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.

I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice

It fills me up with counseling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And - keeps me warm in bed!

Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the damned thing off.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

POEMS FOUND IN A MEN'S PUBLIC TOILET

From My In Box:

POEMS FOUND IN A MEN'S PUBLIC TOILET (in Singapore )
The first one goes:
THE 'FUTURE' IS IN YOUR HAND, HOLD IT GENTLY'
Another one...
Here I lie in stinky vapour,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
This one by a budding poet...
Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted
Then the next guy comes along....
You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!
Third guy with some inspiration.....
I came here
To shit and stink,
But all I do
Is sit and think.
The 4th guy....
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come
here to scratch my balls ,
And read the bullshit on the walls.....
Then this guy from Singapore Fire Dept ....... (written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire Department wants you.
Since the Ministry of Environment owns the toilets they have something to say too.....
We aim to please!
You aim too! Please
and on the inside of a toilet door:
Patrons are requested to remain seated throughout the entire performance.
And finally a restaurant owner took this aiming issue a step further.....
The hands that clean these toilets also make your food...please aim properly.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Touch Me . . .

From My InBox:

If I am your child... Please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.

If I am your teenager... Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.

If I am your friend... Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.

If I am your life's partner... Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch, To remind me
I am loved just because I am me.

If I am your grown-up child... Please touch me.
Though I may have a family my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.

If I am your aging parent... Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled, It loves to be stroked

Don't be afraid.

Please Touch Me!


~Author Unknown~

Sunday, December 28, 2008

"The Train Of Life"

From My InBox:

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their heads and cry.

But, I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine.
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

It's all right to remember,
'That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You've gotta drive the train!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

LIFE I AM THE NEW YEAR

From My InBox:

LIFE I AM THE NEW YEAR

Life I am the new year.
I am an unspoiled page in your book of time.

I am your next chance at the art of living.

I am your opportunity to practice
what you have learned about life
during the last twelve months.

All that you sought
and didn't find is hidden in me,
waiting for you to search it out
with more determination.

All the good that you tried for
and didn't achieve
is mine to grant
when you have fewer conflicting desires.

All that you dreamed but didn't dare to do,
all that you hoped but did not will,
all the faith that you claimed but did not have --
these slumber lightly,
waiting to be awakened
by the touch of a strong purpose.

I am your opportunity
to renew your allegiance to Him who said,
"behold, I make all things new."
I am the new year.




Friday, June 20, 2008

Daddy's Poem

From my InBox:

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Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favourite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

And she couldn't wait to go.


But her mommy tried to tell her,

That she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

If she went to school alone



But she was not afraid;

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

Of why he wasn't there today.



But still her mother worried,

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.



But the little girl went to school

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

A dad who never calls.



There were daddies along the wall in back,

For everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

Anxious in their seats.



One by one the teacher called

A student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

As seconds slowly passed.



At last the teacher called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

For a man who wasn't there.



"Where's her daddy at?'

She heard a boy call out.

'She probably doesn't have one,'

Another student dared to shout.



And from somewhere near the back,

She heard a daddy say,

'Looks like another deadbeat dad,

Too busy to waste his day.'



The words did not offend her,

As she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to go on.



And with hands behind her back,

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

Came words incredibly unique.



'My Daddy couldn't be here,

Because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

Since this is such a special day.


And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

And how much he loves me so.



He loved to tell me stories

He taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

And taught me to fly a kite.




We used to share fudge sundaes,

And ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.





Cause my daddy's always with me,

Even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

He'll forever be in my heart'.




With that, her little hand reached up,

And lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

Beneath her favorite dress.


And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.




For she stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

Doing what was right.




And when she dropped her hand back down,

Staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

But its message clear and loud.



'I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

But heaven's just too far.




You see he was a policeman

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.




But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away.'

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.



And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.



I know you're with me Daddy,'

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.



Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.




And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.



They say it takes a minute to find a special person,

an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them,

but then an entire life to forget them.




Send this to the people you'll never forget, and

remember to send it also to the person that sent

it to you. It's a short message to let them know

that you'll never forget them.




If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're

in a hurry and that you've forgotten your

friends.



Take the time...to live and love!