Merry Christmas from me and my family to you and yours :) hope 2008
will be a great year for you. Valxxx
On
Top Of The Christmas Tree (Valerie.a.Davenport)

There are decoration,s and happiness all around the house
all is quiet not even a squeak from the pet mouse
in a short white dress with wing,s and a sparkling crown
I,ve got a christmas tree top stuck up my gown

just a fairy on top of a christmas tree
I,ve got pine needle,s where they just should not be
wearing a short dress all clean and white
and holding my magic wand in my hand all twinkling bright

every year out of the decoration box I do pop
and up the christmas tree at the top I,ve got to stop
my life feels such a mess
please one day could you get these pine needles out of my dress?

Nightmare (valerie.a.davenpor t)

the house is quiet at night
nothing can be heard to give a fright
sleeping I began to dream
then I awoke upon hearing a scream

who was screaming who could it be?
then I realised it was me
my hubby had woken up too
he got such a scare he almost turned the air blue

watching as he went to sleep again
my eyes close and I was hopeing I would not have a nightmare dream
again
the house is so quiet there is no sound at all
except for the quiet ticking of a clock upon our wall

Poppy (valerie.a,davenport)

just a simple innocent flower
please wear a poppy and think of those men every hour
not just on the 11 month on the 11th hour of the 11th day
please spare an hour or two for them just to say

thank you and we do remember you
army navy and airforce too
wearing a poppy and remembering the liveing the injured and those who
died
friends and relatives hand in hand and side by side

just a poppy in colour red
that grew in a  battlefield peacefully and upon the rain it fed
we should wear our poppys with great pride not just on rememberance day
and be proud to remember them on each and every day

Bonfire Night (valerie.a.davenport)

Five'th of november bonfire night
celebrateing with fireworks a noisy but beutifull sight
please keep your pets inside being scared and frightened is not a joke
  but enjoy  bonfire night and remember guy faukes folks

Guido or Guy Faukes as he is known
plotted to blow up the houses of parliment in this he failed its a
shame I know but don't moan
on a crisp november night
lets remember Guy for giveing parliment a fright

rockets are shooting into the air then bursting colour so bright
banger's why do they make them they sound so loud at night
Sparklers are fun but please hold them right in your hand
please lets have a enjoyable and safe fireworks night all over the land

Barn  (valerie.a.davenport)

My door hangs by one nail
against the worst weather I stand  without fail
   hay in my top floor is now thin and bare
I feel so empty with no little creatures now to play there

A  farm barns roof should not leak in
must admit I am wearing a little thin
   I miss the children who once played in me
I kept them safe from any danger you see

The walls do creak and lean this way and that
   The colours of autumn have blown into me yet didn't disturb a
sleeping cat
   Just a farm barn who misses the cattles musical call
    As I miss being usefull to all

To you  the barn may look a wreck  a pitifull sight
   But with a bit of do it yourself any damage can be put right
Then once again inside the children could play
Safe from all dangers that might come their way

Scout (valerie.a.davenport)

  Now this tale may or may not be true

  it did not  happen to me but all I hope is it won`t happen to you.

  The scout master he was determined to have some fun  he was a sinner

  you see he picked on a young boy and at scouting he was a beginner

  the scout master pointed out an old lady with shopping bags
standing
  at the edge of the road

  off went this eager young boy and carried her shopping bags over to
  ease her heavy load

but when the young lad returned to help her cross

  she really shouted at him when she discovered her loss

  but the scout masters fun started when the young scout gently took
  her arm to guide

  because this lady began to sob and she loudly cried



  the scout master came then and he apologised as he was truly sorry
  for what he did

  but he wasn`t as sorry as the scout he was one confused kid

  because you see if the truth were to be to told
  that old lady just wasn`t that old!

Anyone can post to this group but the posts should be about poetry.

Because we have an open policy, spam can be posted and sent on to our
members before we can react.

Afterwards, we can ban the member responsible, but they can reappear
in days or hours with another name.

IF spam becomes a real problem, the group will be amended so that only
posts approved by the moderators will appear. This would not be
introduced to deter poets, but to defend the group from spam purveyors.

Happy writing!

Dick

Autumn by v.a.d

sitting here and watching the Autumn leave`s all falling
I  can hear the different bird`s to each other they are calling
then my friend I think of you
and feel so glad of our friendship it`s true

a look at the mountain with it`s snow capped top
and I hope that there the snow will stop
then I watch as a squirrel busily gather`s it`s winter store
and give a sigh and  think about the scene who could wish for more?


i also see a hedgehog scuttle by
so fast it move`s quicker than the blink of an eye
it`s a cold day and how I  hope the weather stay`s fine
because I have my washing fluttering on the line

it's  a cold cloudy autumn day
this to you is all I want to say
as the colourfull leave`s all come tumbleing down
I hope all your dream`s will come true  and you will never wear a
frown

New Poetry website 'Tondu Poetry Pages' is now live. You are all most
welcome to drop in and see my work.

http://kclhowells.tripod.com/index.html

Thank you.

keltia

New Poetry website 'Tondu Poetry Pages' is now live. You are all most
welcome to drop in and see my work.

http://kclhowells.tripod.com/index.html

Thank you.

keltia

Cowboy Dreams (valerie.a.davenport)

It's the end of a very long day
ropeing steers and now he heads home in his weary way
Hes's been a cowboy all of his life
But he wishs and dreams he could go home to a loving wife

His horse is walking along one foot in front of another
The cowboy is thinking of happy time's with his mother
He had been a little cowboy then rideing her broom as his horse
And his favorite meal was as it is now baked bean's of course



He is tired but happy with his life
One day soon the cowboy dreams of having a wife
Maybe after that they will have a little cowboy all of their own
The cowboy is dreaming of a happy day when he won't ride home alone

Hand in Hand (valerie.a.davenport)

Hand in Hand almost side by side
heads bowed deep tears we cry an ocean wide
remember the men who died and those who got injured and cry
the flag is fluttering in the breeze over head an eagle does fly

we should remember them not just on the september month on the 11th day
lets be proud of them and remember each in every way
its still hard to think this tragedy happened yet we know it did
someone we know got killed or hurt man woman and kid
people we stand together remembering today side by side and hand in
hand

heads bowed deep in our eyes the tears flow like an ocean over sand
lets remember those who died and who got injured and weep
standing hand in hand with our heads bowed so deep
(9/11 never forget ,always remember )

Heart (v.a.davenport)

Like a shot from  cupids dart
love and beutey is in a poets heart
the sky or a flower upon the ground
makes a poem the poet has found


childens laughter or a smile
will make their way into a verse once in awhile
no right or wrong
the poet writes the word's from his or her heart like a song

writers block can hit like a curse
when the poet thinks and writes in verse
in a poets heart there can be nothing better
when they write a loved one a letter

I wrote this poem recently because as a mum I feel so desperatly
sorry for this little girl (she has been missing for 100 days
now:'( ) and her parent's . and I pray she will be returned soon safe
and sound to her family. take care of yourselfs Val(Valerie)

Madeline (v.a.d)


Loveing Mummy peeped in to check her children were alright
the twins were asleep in bed and sleeping but Madeline had vanished
into the night
the parents cursed themselfs for eating and blamed themselfs for
leaveing the children alone
now they sadly search and wait for news of their child by the phone

was Madeline in that nearby flat
she's crying for her family and her cuddle cat
many sighting's have there been
but is it really Madeline they have seen

a golden haired innocent child
is missing her parents and with grief they are going wild
leave no place unsearched and say the posters look everywhere
please report every sighting of a child with golden hair

please please never give up until Madeline is found
search by air at sea and on the ground
in one of her eyes a distintive teardrop mark is there
she is so beutifull please lets find the girl with the golden hair

Memories (valerie.a.davenport)

The memory of our first kiss
  we thought life is bliss
the memories we share
of our childs smile and first word and her blond hair


we grow old but our memories  as the years pass away
fresh in our minds they stay
laughs and the tears
we  remember we have had through the years

looking through the photograph album turning each page
there is a different memory every   age
  my hair as a teen it was a mess
our wedding day that was one special dress

grandpa and our child shareing a joke
he is much missed now as he was a special bloke
distent memories the days that are long gone
holiday memories of the sunny days and  cream teas and buttered scone

I went around a old victorian house the other day with my family
and this poem came into my head. take care of yourselfs Val (Valerie)

Chimney Sweep

The Chimney sweep came today
he sent his young apprentice up the parlour chimney to sweep the dirt
away
every thing in the room was covered in a chrisp white sheet
so the soot wouldn't touch them and to keep the room all  clean and neat

as the maid cleaned up the mess
no-one seemed to care if the sootydirt dirtied her dress
she swept she cleaned she screamed in fright
as the young sweeps lad popped out of the chimney as black as the night

everyone held their breath in the next room
as the sweep sent the young lad up he vanished into the chimneys gloom
as the maid worked she began to pray
because she knew how many young boys had met their fate that way

I happened to see one of these today a rainbow and this suddenly
popped into my head. Valerie (Val)



Rainbow

After the rain a glow came into the sky
a multicolor rainbow streaching way up high
the reflection in the pond
shows gods love because of us he is fond

there is a rumour that at the rainbows end
there is a pot of fairy gold find that and they will be your friend
now which end do they mean? because a rainbow has two
it is lovely to see the rainbow it does enchant the view

red yellow and green
and all the other colours paint in an arch over the scene
clouds are dark but the rainbow is bright
it really does make for us a beutifull sight
_________________

its father,s day tommorow so this is for all the Dad,s I hope you all
have a wonderfull day and get spoiled ok ;) :D. Val (Valerie)

Dad


As you count your blessings one by one
Just one person ,a man will shine out like the sun
He has been with you through the good time's and the bad
Children you do know this man he`s called your dad
________________________________
Now his hair maybe more silver  than gold
This make`s his wife and family love him all the more if truth were
told
Now dad is a good bloke
And the muscle's in his arm's are as strong as oak
________________________________
Dad does have a lion's strength and pride
You can see this when he gaze's at his wife and family on his face is
a grin a mile wide
All I can say is may god bless dad
Because his wife and family know he is a caring, loving man and the
best friend you ever had

My Daughter's Cake

Kate made me a cake,
Her very own cake.

There were crumbs…

Crumbs on the mat
Crumbs on the cat
Crumbs in the cat
Crumbs on the mat on which the cat sat.

There was fat…

Fat on the mat
Fat on the cat
Fat in the cat
Fat on the mat on which the cat sat.

There were crumbs on the sill
Crumbs on the bill
For the fat
In the cat,
On the mat.

There were crumbs in the drawer
Crumbs on the floor
Crumbs on the door.
Crumbs! Even more…

There was egg
On the leg
Of the chair
On the stair
In her hair.

She said `twas not the cat
Twas the cake that went splat
To spread the egg, the fat
And the crumbs on the mat.

I don't mind the fat
Or the mess on the cat…

But here's the rub…
She's gone to the pub
On perhaps to a club;
She'll be home late,
Perhaps with a mate.

The cake was great.
Thank you, Kate.

Hi Dick how are you , I,m sorry I did mean to post more but I have been ill,
then the school holiday,s kept me busy. I promise I will post more poems in
future ok .
    oh blimey moveing house that is stressfull ok I understand about the group .
   r.e Local Laurete,  I don,t know what to say Dick except ask the town council
is it some kind of a joke? not because of your poetry that is brillent and don,t
you forget it mate, but the public liberty licence is a hell of a lot higher to
pay for than what the laurete would get in wages god what a list! they don,t
want a lot do they ?lol, er no it,s not a good idea to list the Adult site
though I would be tempted too lol but if you went for it you could always list
Reas as you do have some great work on here..  what would I do if I was offered
a laurete by my city council  first chance would be a fine thing as only men get
the chance of that where I live ("sexist,s at work in the city hall   or what")
second I guess I, d tell them to stuff it because the public liberty licence is
higher to pay for than the wages a laurete gets.  trouble is with the lauretes 
you only get one chance and for a poet that is the top job . I,m not surprised
your wife isn,t amused, even though
  she is proud of your work, that Local Laurete  job is downright cheek when you
think about it by the town council, I wouldn,t be amused either Dick.
   take care of yourself Val

Dick Eburne <rjceburne@...> wrote:
           Thanks for posting a new poem.

I hope to be able to do more with this group in a month or two's
time when I should be in one house instead of splitting my time
between two.

Meanwhile:

Local Laureate:

On Sunday I opened some mail from my local City Hall. It had been
delivered on Saturday but I thought it could wait.

One letter surprised me. It is an invitation to apply to be the
City's Laureate for a year. It is based on the UK's national Poet
Laureate.

Anyone who has read my poetry will know that I'm no poet. They
expect applicants, who must live or work within the local
boundaries, to submit up to six poems or 1000 words of prose, AND

1. A current CV (resume)
2. A personal statement (one A4 sheet) that must demostrate:
- The personal and professional benefits the Laureateship will have
on their creative development;
- What contributions they expect to make to the local literature
programme and this year's theme (Interpretations of Identity and
engaging with young people);
- The ability to be creative and adaptable in their approach to
writing;
- Any relevant work experience;
- What they hope to achieve during the year.
3. Applicants must be over 18 and live or work locally;
- Be willing to perform their work/get involved with key events/run
workshops/work with a diverse range of people;
- Be present in the district for a full year from September 2007;
- Provide evidence of Public Liability insurance up to five million
pounds if appointed.

What the Laureate gets:
Two thousand five hundred pounds (but the Public Liability Insurance
will cost nearly a thousand pounds!).
Publicised and published through City Hall publications.

Should I apply? Should I quote the major (Adult) site I post stories
on as my evidence of publication (especially the engaging with young
people!)? How do I perform my work? Practical demonstration?

I don't think anyone at City Hall has actually read my stories. I
hope not.

What would you do if your local City Hall offered a Laureate?

Dick

PS. My wife is NOT amused...
__________________






A sense of humour is a must or relationships go bust


[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

Thanks for posting a new poem.

I hope to be able to do more with this group in a month or two's
time when I should be in one house instead of splitting my time
between two.

Meanwhile:

Local Laureate:

On Sunday I opened some mail from my local City Hall. It had been
delivered on Saturday but I thought it could wait.

One letter surprised me. It is an invitation to apply to be the
City's Laureate for a year. It is based on the UK's national Poet
Laureate.

Anyone who has read my poetry will know that I'm no poet. They
expect applicants, who must live or work within the local
boundaries, to submit up to six poems or 1000 words of prose, AND

1. A current CV (resume)
2. A personal statement (one A4 sheet) that must demostrate:
- The personal and professional benefits the Laureateship will have
on their creative development;
- What contributions they expect to make to the local literature
programme and this year's theme (Interpretations of Identity and
engaging with young people);
- The ability to be creative and adaptable in their approach to
writing;
- Any relevant work experience;
- What they hope to achieve during the year.
3. Applicants must be over 18 and live or work locally;
- Be willing to perform their work/get involved with key events/run
workshops/work with a diverse range of people;
- Be present in the district for a full year from September 2007;
- Provide evidence of Public Liability insurance up to five million
pounds if appointed.

What the Laureate gets:
Two thousand five hundred pounds (but the Public Liability Insurance
will cost nearly a thousand pounds!).
Publicised and published through City Hall publications.

Should I apply? Should I quote the major (Adult) site I post stories
on as my evidence of publication (especially the engaging with young
people!)? How do I perform my work? Practical demonstration?

I don't think anyone at City Hall has actually read my stories. I
hope not.

What would you do if your local City Hall offered a Laureate?

Dick

PS. My wife is NOT amused...
__________________

SQUIRREL BY V.A.D
running around and up a tree
cutest face,bushy tailed, me
around and around I go
until I reach my home, thats called a drey you know!
__________________
  during spring and summer gathering food while I can
and storing it for winter I,m abusy man
picking up here and burying it there
I,m really  busy I declare
_________________
suddenly I see a movement
so quick I,ll go up my tree no trace of red,among the green thats an
improvement
I`m so seldom seen now
but just this once for you I`ll take a bow

I wish everyone here a very merry christmas and hope 2007 will be a
good and kind year for you and ask you nicely to please write one
poem for this forum in the comeing months?.thank you Val(Valerie)

Angel

After building snowmen and a snowball fight
I thought I saw the chrisp white sheets that are on my bed at night
so I lay down on the ground
and found it was snow but it made hardly any sound

with a giggle I waved my arms up and down
then I wriggled around
I waved my arms this way and that
and laughed as my waveing arms had frightened nextdoors cat

after standing up because I felt cold
I saw a shape and wished it was made from gold
a small angel was lieing there upon the ground
did she fall from heaven and lie there waiting to be found

--- In reaspoetrygrotto@..., "valerie946475"
<valeriedavenport@...> wrote:
>
> Hello,with Dick,s permission  I,d like this poem to be a tribute for
> the  11th of this month rememberance day.
> Val (Valerie)

You don't need permission from me or anyone else to remember those who
died and those who are still fighting and dying for us.

Dick

Hello,with Dick,s permission  I,d like this poem to be a tribute for
the  11th of this month rememberance day.
Val (Valerie)

Remember

Wear your poppy with great pride
and then remember the men who fought for you the liveing and their
friend`s who died
not just on the 11th hour of the 11th month on the 11th day
just spare one hour or more just to say

a big thank you and we do remember you
brave men from the army,navy and the air-force too
we do and will remember the liveing and those who died
friend`s and reletive`s who fought side by side

wear your poppy and be proud to say yes we remember you
not just the brave men who died but the liveing and those who were
left injured too
why can,t we remember them and not just on rememberance day?
because they deserve to be remembered and we should be proud to do
so each and every day!

Warning


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

Fairs used to have a hall of mirrors years ago
its a great shame that  this now isn,t so
everyone is missing out on great fun
no longer can you look and laugh while the mirror glint`s in the sun

how those mirrors distorted your image until you had to laugh
look at me mum the kid`s would  giggle  I`ve  a short body but a
neck like a giraffe
the hall of mirrors was a pure joy
all you heard was laughter from every girl and boy

when I was small I used to wonder where had the hall got those
mirrors from
now I`ll never know because the fairs magic mirror`s has gone
the hall of mirrors were such good family fun
how I wish that those mirror`s were back glinting in the sun

Hello  how are you? it`s Valerie Moderater of ReasPoetryGrotto here,
and I,d like to ask everyone nicely Please could you put one poem or
verse or a limerick on to this board? by the end of this month
November 2006. please stop being shy we don,t bite do we? you know
that by now. it`s getting kind of lonely in this group and it should
not be like this as I know there are a lot of members out there no
one minds you reading our work but you could at least join in now
and again. please do send in at least one poem or verse or a
limerick this month . thank you  .
Yours Respectfully
Valerie (Val) Moderator for ReasPoetryGrotto


Please write us a limmerick
It can be done really quick
Find a rhyme or two
That`s all you have to do
And you`ve a limmerick that`s really slick

The wind whistles a merry tune
colourfull leafs on the branchs know they will be leaveing there soon
change of weather the icy wind blast
down from the trees leaf`s leave fast

rain falls like tears
will the leafs block the drains is the peoples fears
change of weather and hail pelts an icy show
crunchy underfoot becarefull how you go

Autumn is a lovely season
changes in the weather are there for a reason
the wind helps the leafs down fast
rain makes the plants in the garden last

hail makes our hands and faces sting
yet looking around in autumn we thank god for everything
soon the trees will all be bare
shops full of christmas reminds us of soon there will be a month  of
share

--- In reaspoetrygrotto@..., chrisskillings_2000
<no_reply@y...> wrote:
>...
> > I have written a few poems myself some of which are in their
finishing
> touches, and was wondering if you guys couls give me some feedback?
> Does Does this board have a copyright policy?  I would post my
> poetry on here but am a little cautious about it.
>
> Most importantly I wanted to be sure that my poetry won't be used by
> any other person(s).
>
> Regards
> Chris
>

Hello Chris, and thank you Valerie for responding.

I, and probably Valerie, might be able to give you some feedback on
your poetry within the limits of our expertise.

As Valerie is too aware I have limited time for this group. My time is
often spent elsewhere. I visit when I can.

Copyright: All original work is your copyright as soon as you create
it. But the reality is that unless you have the lawyers and money to
chase misuse of your copyrighted work, anyone could copy it and claim
it as their own. I wouldn't. I can't answer for everyone who visits
this group. 'Copy and Paste' is so easy to do.

If you put your work anywhere on the internet someone may copy it
either just to read off-line or for use. So many photographs are stolen
and reposted all over Yahoo groups to show that copyright isn't
enforcable. If I search on one of my nom-de-plumes I can find some of
my 150+ prose works duplicated on sites from Russia to China and Japan.
I could spend millions chasing my copyright and what would happen? The
site would close down and reopen the next day under a different name.

The answer is that your work effectively becomes public domain as soon
as you post it. I don't like that but I can't do anything about it.

Dick