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A poem i wrote for my wife some years ago. Both her 2x Greats were Irish Convicts sent to Australia. A time long ago, in a land far away, a wee Irish lad was all but to stray. His pockets were empty no crown for a meal, he moved up to Dublin and there he did steal. He fondled a pocket while riding a coach, he was only 13 and his name was James Roach. His actions were seen and his ear it was flicked, and grabbed by a copper James Roach had been nicked. Now the Judge said young fellow as the lad held back tears, its off to the Colony for you... seven years. He was sentenced in Dublin as he stood in a pew, on the 5th of November Eighteen forty two. The ship was North Briton that sailed away, and James Roach awakened in Botany Bay. But there back in Ireland for doing a crime, a young Anne McDonogh Eighteen forty nine. And the Judge said.. young Annie as she held back her tears, its off to the Colony for you... seven years. She was sentenced in Galway there was no appeal, for killing a cow with intention to steal. The ship Duke of Cornwall that sailed away, and young Annie awakened in Botany Bay. Now seven years past, young James found a life, it was Annie McDonough he took for his wife. They settled in Tassie in an old timber shack, produced seven children and never looked back. Tony Oz..:>))

Its saturday morn and the sun is up, a wave from the neighbour who's walking her pup. The Cockatoo screeches up high in our tree, and the Wattle bush flower calls out to the bee. The old cat's stretched out on the window sill, not a care in the world he has eaten his fill. And the grandfather clock that stands in the hall, is chiming eight bells with a beckoning call. There's chores to be done and the garden needs weeding, the dog want's a bone and the chickens need feeding. So il'e grab a clean towel and fill up a bath, but i must draw the curtains or the Kookaburra's laugh. Then out in the garden with pitchfork and spade, and sit under a tree so to all....a good-day. Tony Oz...:>))

I'm relying on you Brits to post And the reason is becos, The other lot will be in bed, All them that live in Oz. So come on do your very best, Sit down and scratch your head, Then add a poem to the pot Before you go to bed. We've had some lovely poems, To put in our little jar, But yet we still need lots, lots more, We've not enough so flah. I can't write this without a flah, I haven't got the guts, I'm in GRs Big Brother house And it's driving me quite nuts.

TWO WOMEN. I know two women, and one is chaste As cold as the snows on a winter waste, Stainless ever in act and thought ( As a man, born dumb, in speech errs not ), But she has malice toward her kind, A cruel tongue and a jealous mind. Void of pity and full of greed, She judges the world by her narrow creed ; A brewer of quarrels, a breeder of hate, Yet she holds the key to 'Society's' Gate. The other woman, with heart of flame, Went mad for a love that marred her name ; And out of the grave of her murdered faith She rose like a soul that had passed through death, Her aims are noble, her pity so broad, It covers the world like the mercy of God. A soother of discord, a healer of woes, Peace follows her footsteps wherever she goes, The worthier life of the two, no doubt, And yet 'Society' locks her out. Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

This rhyme of mine was written in days gone by When I was new to the boards, and oh so shy It’s to these boards that we do come When we’re feeling sad and rather glum When we’ve had a big row with our old Mum And we’re feeling so bad we’re almost numb It’s to these boards that we do come With questions that are sometimes dumb When someone’s rude ‘bout the size of our bum And we’ve reached the end of a bottle of rum It’s to these boards that we do come They’re more addictive than that nicotine gum They stay in our minds like that tune we hum And give us great comfort, like food in our tum So It’s to these boards that we do come To find our family and maybe a chum And if perchance we’re feeling glum It’s to these boards that we do come

Hi Jeff i am back some fine poems i see seems we all have the nack if we have time that's free I hope this thread will run and run like my A to Z of rhyme More people later they will come and we all will do just fine Just to say good luck to you Pop into mine and write some lines all of you are welcome too you might even get some wine. lol

Hi Tony from Oz How are you mate, Nice to hear from you It really is great. Haven't been up long Just got out the tub, Looked at my watch Bet you're down the pub. Just looked out the window It's cloudy again, Don't think I'll be moving If it starts to rain. Looks like I'll spend The day in the house, Sat at the puter Just me and the mouse. Just realised Your dark is our light So you Aussies and Kiwis I'll bid you goodnight.

Hi to all and Jeff from Lancs will start off first by saying thanks. A place to dabble and post a poem, here at my puter,in my home. Now let me see, what i shall i say Bonjour,Hello, and of course G'day. Its great to sit and read this thread and say what pops into my head. We come from a land on a dusty plain so dry with drought we pray for rain. Its summer here there is no thunder an Island some folk call downunder. Our neighbours are our Kiwi mates Our land divided into states. Wer'e on the boards while the U.K Zzzzzz's your night is our day whilst you warm your beds. So good morning from us, and good evening to you. There are Ozzie's on board,and Kiwi's too. Tony Oz....:>))

What's happened to my poets Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear, Has Muffy sent 'em in the house So they can't come on here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff good Luck with your thread June x.

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 :):)

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

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

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