Poetry And Dreamz

Ambassador Of Truth wrote:

Suspicious wind in my lonely soul sounds like a deep sigh,

Anticipating morning breeze tells me its not yet time to cry.

Surreptitious winding dark road ahead is full of mystery,

Scarcely inside my head my thoughts of a truthful history.

On wards upwards spiralling with my inner self rewards,

Listening to my deserted voice hitting all the chords.

Bewildered pain within my heart is killing me i confess,

I am just an average bloke perplexed yet not here to impress.

Glazed and lost on a foggy road ahead holding on tonight,

Appearing to have not lost my intuition loosing my sight.

So like a floating balloon who knows where it will take me,

Like a flying love dove ascending just hoping to be free.

Up into the clouds god only knowing wherever i will land,

Hopefully by a seaside with clear water and soft sand.

The joy my new friend brings gets me through the day,

Time to treat them right and forever they will stay.

Ambassador,

I used to put down poems when they were posted here, but have decided to go to the opposite extreme and welcome all.

Encourage, and point in a better direction.

You could look up some of mizzy’s poems. They not only rhyme, but they have rhythm. The rhythm doesn’t always work, but she’s a natural poet because she has a natural sense of rhythm.

Not that all poems need rhythm, but they need something to separate them form birthcard card greetings.

Anyone can rhyme

if only they have all the world and time

They can listen to a song

and know that once in a lifetime if they try they may write a song too but get it wrong.

If you listen to some jazz

which is cool and schnazz

and your mate Baz

can tell you that all the instruments are there in the jazz

but something is terribly wrong and

it ain’t jazz.

So rhyming is easy

look at q’s efforts if you want to feel queasy

He writes down the lane

and doesn’t even have a brain

q’s a cheery old card

said alfie to jack

as they went up to f3 with cards and pack

but he fouled them both up with a sack of crap.

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mooosey88

Still howling @ ” like a flying love dove ”

I’m not a poet but I’ll give it a go…..

There once was a freak in a daft bobble hat,

He thought himself clever, but just looked like a prat,

He had lots of names,

And liked to ‘play games’,

But people just laughed at the silly old tw@t

apologies to lovers of Poetry

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lindaclemenza7, Ambassador Of Truth, sceptical guy

sceptical guy wrote:

For those who don’t know Siegfried Sassoon,

who had both rhyme and rhythm

I shamelessly copied and adapted him in the last 4 lines.

He is great him, my hair has never looked better.

Moosey laughing at him self?…that’ll be the day………………….LMAO RATF PML……………..