WEDDING DAY POEM

By Jim

What a beautiful thing
That shines within your eyes
A love that there does sing
Gigi, such joy to me you bring
Your love first caught my eye
As but only a glimmer
Like a pinpoint of starlight
In the dark sea of night
But, my love, your light has grown
You illuminate my world
You’ve become my morning dawn
Gigi, your love warms my heart
You've touched my world
From the very start
As a friend with peace and calm
Embraced now with your grace
I find my restlessness
Has been displaced
A new life we may now begin
With the joy and wonder
That fills our world
Our dreams of tomorrow
Will live in the todays
That we hold

WHY YOU NO CALL?

by Alex

Why you no call ?
You make Charlie Chan cry
me cry long time.
Big tears put out fire,
then rice get lumpy like bugs,
now village no eat!
Me cry and no see thru bamboo
Lee Chin steal family chicken.
No eggs in morning time,
so no noodles for market.
Peking mafia come for yen
me cry loud!
Now Charlie swim with fishes.
Why you no call ?

WHAT IS LIQUID?

by Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle

All that doth flow we cannot liquid name
Or else would fire and water be the same;
But that is liquid which is moist and wet
Fire that property can never get.
Then 'tis not cold that doth the fire put out
But 'tis the wet that makes it die, no doubt.

MY INFANT DAYS

by Julia A. Moore
“Sweet Singer of Michigan”

When I was a little infant,
      And I lay in mother's arms,
Then I felt the gentle pressure
      Of a loving mother's arms.
"Go to sleep my little baby,
      Go to sleep," mamma would say;
"Oh, will not my little lady
      Go to sleep for ma to-day."

Oh! my parents loved me dearly,
      For I was their eldest born,
And they always called me Julia
      In a mild and loving form.
My parents will not forget me,
      Though I married and left their home,
For they can remember clearly
      How with them I once did roam.

Oh! my mother, how I love her,
      Though her head is growing gray,
For in fancy I can see her
      Bending o'er me night and day,
As she did when I was little,
      Watching me in sleep and play --
Mother now is growing feeble,
      Now I will her love repay.

Oh! my father, how I love him,
      For he has worked hard for me,
For to earn my food and clothing,
      In my little infancy.
And oh, I will not forget him,
      While on earth I do remain --
May the God of heaven bless him
      In this world of grief and pain.

I WONDER WHY

by Natty

I wonder why my stomach is so mean,
It growls at me and its acids churn away at my delicate innards.
Stop it, you terrorist.

I wonder why cat nip smells so bad,
It makes cats do things they would never do otherwise.
Cats are stupid.

I wonder why commercials are so loud.
They’re atleast five volume levels louder than the programs.
I hate commercials.

I wonder why sandwiches are so hard to eat.
They’re supposed to be a convenient alternative to a mulit-course meal.
Bread is boring.

I wonder why there are contests.
The contest bosses alrealdy know who they want to win anyway.
I never win.

I wonder why birds like to poop on things.
There is plenty of open space for them to drop their poo, but they don’t
Bird feeders are a mistake.

I wonder why people are so stupid.
They act like they have faith and yet they’re afraid to die.
Everyone dies.

 

ODE TO TENNIS GUY

By Visman2000

Oh, tennis guy with your ball machine
We really hate to be so mean
But everyone around here hates your guts
And we honestly believe you’re nuts
For hours and hours and hours on end
You play with your tennis ball machine ne’er a friend
You hog our tennis courts day after day
And we stand by helplessly, unable to play
Wondering to ourselves,“why do you stay?”
You’d think with all the practice you’ve had
Your tennis playing wouldn’t be so bad
But you really suck and you’re really gay
And we wish you’d take your ball machine
And just go away!