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I hope you will allow me to add my introduction before replying to this thread. Thank you Jeff.

I've been asked by some members To start poet's pot, part two, And so I pondered for a while And thought the matter through. Well after giving it some thought The answer I then found, And so I've come up with this thread To get it off the ground. So come on peeps and help me, Don't leave me all alone, Let's try to fill the poet's pot Now that the seed is sown. Pick out a poem from your books That lie there on your shelf A poem penned by some great bard Or one written by yourself. I hope you'll listen to my plea And help me with this task, And add a poem to the pot, It isn't much to ask. So come on peeps pick out a gem Then when you've read it through, Just post it here for us to share In Poet's Pot, Part Two. Jeff xx

I hope peeps will feel free to add not just their poems but also their comments on the verses. Thank you Jeff xx

Oh my GIDDY aunt, this is like old time Jeff:o) My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when l saw the title:o)) lol Brilliant and thank you. (and you Colin!!!lol) jude sarf wales :o) xx

We are the circle of friends We meet on-line to have a great time.... We laugh and we giggle and smile at our screens, We sit back and wonder what this all means. We surf the Web, we travel afar, We span thousands of mile without a car. We watch conversations flowing on the screen, We tell jokes and stories and know what they mean. What are we looking for? Where's the attraction? How can we do this and get satisfaction? Who are we? Why are we here? We are 'the Circle of Friends', made from a chain. And we're here because friendship is what we gain! Born on-line formed by few, We had no idea just what to do. So we are linking our pages, first one then two, And wonder where we'll end up when we are through? The Circle will spread, like a wild vine, It will breathe and whisper like the winds of time. We are the Circle of Friends, made from a chain, All of our motives are exactly the same. Searching for friendships all over the lands, Linking our pages is like holding hands. We are 'the Circle of Friends', made from a chain, A chain of cable and wire without an end.

jeff I like your introductory poem, and I like that one too Ron. Yes isn't it just like old times. I always wish I could write poetry, but I love reading other people's ann Glos

Oh Jeff what a great idea I take off my hat to you I might when feeling whimsical Add a line or two No where near your standard I really have to think In fact before I do another verse I need a little drink I love to read your answers all those words all in prose what it must be like I ask To rattle off some of those I'll try not to leave you Alone upon your tod but I'm afraid I'll have to warn you I can be rather odd My poems are sometimes lacking The gaiety to be found then sometimes all the humour comes out in leaps and bounds Now I have to leave you I wish you fond farewell but I really have to hurry some-ones leaning on my bell Jac xx

A brilliant poem Ron, thanks my friend. Thanks also to Jacqui. Now then Ann, why don't you have a go, I'm sure you can knock a little verse or two up. You'll never know until you try. Love Jeff x

Jeff in Lancs is up to pranks, with poems on this board He does them well, as you can tell, and stops us being bored

Jeff this is Brill, do I imagine thee in twill,whatever the tale you do it so well...Make my day, your my new pal.... Likklexx

To poets. It takes but a fleeting moment to create a simple verse, A few well chosen words, a thought sublime, But the effort that one takes in creating such a verse May make it a thing of beauty for all time. And so to all you poets who create such little gems, For you I offer up this humble prayer, May the Good Lord long allow you to keep writing wondrous verse Those lovely thoughts of yours that all may share. Jeff xx

Don't have a poem, but just want to say 'good for you Jeff'. It's good to see the Poets Pot once again.

Well Done Jeff, this is nice to see The return of members Poetry May Poets Pot 2 be filled with ryhme Like Poets Pot once was when in its prime. All you budding poets out there Please enter your poems and show your flair A place where poets can converse Join in with others or share a verse. For those who would like to give it a go Heres some tips to help you flow Keep pen and paper close to hand Write down your words or what you,ve planned. Take one word and write it down Then think of ryhme and play around Once your words start to ryhme You will be writing lines in no time. Think of things you see around Subjects will soon come abound It wont be long before we see That you too can write poetry Give it a go, its enjoyable and fun and we love to read others writings :):) Good Luck Jeff :):) Good Luck All :):) Colin :):)

Jeff good Luck with your thread June x.

I may have posted this one before but I thought it would be nice to add it to the pot. It's possible that their are those who haven't seen it. I wrote it some time ago but now it seems appropriate. THE FAMILY TREE. What may a man see as he watches a tree Through the four seasons of the year? A wise man may see many things in that tree Which can bring both a smile and a tear. The trunk he can see may be his family tree With it's roots planted deep in the soil, And the branches, his kinfolk who spread out afar To earn their keep with honest toil. In the warm summer months when the tree's in full bloom And it offers some shelter and shade, He'll remember that cot where he first took his bride When the vows to each other they'd made. Then when Autumn comes and the tree sheds its leaves And he sees them all scattered around, He'll remember those kinfolk who've left him behind, Those who've died and have all gone to ground. As Winter comes on and the tree's standing there Looking barren, its foliage gone, In his mind he will see in that cold lifeless tree That we all must grow old and pass on. But Spring will return and new buds will appear On the tree after its winter's rest, Then that man will remember those good days of old And the young ones who feathered his nest. What may a man see as he watches a tree Through the four seasons of the year? A wise man may see many things in that tree Which can bring both a smile and a tear. Jeff

I didn`t write this but really like it. GENEALOGY PRAYER Lord, help me dig into the past and sift the sands of time that I might find the roots that make this family tree of mine. Lord, help me trace the ancient roads on which my father`s trod and led them through so many lands to find our present sod. Lord, help me find an ancient book or dusty manuscript that`s safely hidden now away in some forgotten crypt. Lord, let it bridge the gaps that haunt my soul when I can`t find that missing link between some name that ends the same as mine. Curtis Woods, Ros

Well just for you Jeff. I have written a couple of rhymes in the past. Probably when the old Poets Pot was around. HOLIDAYS Bright white light stirring the senses Brain numbing searing heat Longed for holiday now commences A favourite island or special retreat. Salt on the tongue, sparkling seas Children’s’ voices drift across the beach Colourful sailboards strive to catch the breeze To ride the waves, the biggest always out of reach. Lounging oily bodies soaking up the sun Seeking a tan to impress those at home Splashing in the pool and having lots of fun Everywhere flowers all in bloom Longed for holiday all too soon is ending We leave our cocoon of friendly geniality Large silver bird through bright clouds ascending Returning us from make believe to the world of reality ann Glos

This one is on my computer, I am really not sure if I wrote it some time ago or if I found it somewhere so i can't really take the credit. Still I like it. Friends I have a friend who is different to me Her eyes are brown, mine are blue you see. Another one nearly six feet tall While at five foot three I am quite small. People don’t find this at all surprising That friends so unlike me should be amusing. I know other people who society has labelled In various ways they are considered ‘disabled’. Some look different I grant you that And some are thin and some are fat, Some use wheelchairs and others a stick, Some are slow and some are quick. Why can’t we accept people for what they are, Not what they look like or if they’re below par? We all have something to offer in life We all feel joy and sometimes strife. We can all give love and like receiving it back, No matter what faculties we lack. So, what is normal? Ask the question Is it me? Is it you? I await your suggestion. We shouldn’t judge by outward looks As covers don’t always describe books. All people have so much to give So please good friends live and let live. Ann Glos

Last one, written the first time I ever met Jude. A Friend I caught the bus to town today To the bank I had to call. Collected some shopping along the way (I didn't need it all!) Met a friend, before not seen Had lunch and an hour long chat Before had only read the name in green Now what do you think of that? I enjoyed my day It was good to meet Maybe again one day We'll give ourselves a treat! Ann Glos

Thanks Colin, at least we are up and running mate, let's hope we get more. Ros, you've certainly found a lovely poem there love, I really do like that one. And Ann, what can I say, you said that you'd love to write poetry, well you have done, keep them coming. thanks all Jeff xx