I met you a warm,bright sunny day
Felt lucky and happy like no one on earth
You were way out of my league
For a godess like you, I couldn't be worth
We picnicked on the fresh green turf
Weighing up each others worth
I couldn't think just why I liked you
But i drank more wine and now I know,
I think your incredibly good looking
But I'll try hard to not let it show
I can see we are stuck here. So I will try to get the engine going again...lol
It went so fine for a week or two
And then we started what old couples do
The sweet faced angel turned into a hag
That screams, yells, curses and brag
"You sodden old brute, how dare you yell.
I'll take my inheritance and see you in hell."
"Ok." said the mister, "but just wait and see.
I've got a bit saved for the mistress and me."
He started to gather the things that he could
while the old missus eyed up the charred firewood.
She picked up a piece in her tiny pink hand
And upon his bald head did the the firewood land.
Give grace and kindness with the things in your hand
Be careful with touch how those things will land.
Only touch lovingly the things you would get
from others you touched and others you've met;
For the things you give others with love or with spite
Will return someday to you with even more might.
You wouldn't believe it was us two
What became of the angel I have no clue
Or maybe she was a whitch in diguise
With claws out now, fire in her eyes
"Oh, dear," said the missus. I really did miss.
I was trying to hit you where you take a p---.
"You rotten old hag. I have had it with you."
"Well, if that's the case, I'm rubber, you're glue."
lol... your hilarious, couturepopcafe :-). Love it!
Edlira, Edlira, well what have we here?
You're supposed to be rhyming, my pretty young dear.
So because you have broken your own little rule
I'm afraid you are banished from this rhyming pool.
Oh dear Edira, Counturepopcafe has kicked you out
I recon you should stand up and loudly shout....
"Hey! my rhyming idea is rather cool
So guess what, I'm gonna jump back in the pool!"
so when rules rule
for edlira jewel
the rhyming pool
becomes a tool
for the cool school
A cannonball scream at the school of big rhyme
Our ajcor jumps in to the rhyme just in time
Edlira is missing in action I fear
So couturepopcafe throws a rhyme into gear
just a fraction of action
can throw out the gear
but to be missing in action
is nothing to fear
if the lady in question
beats a well earned retreat
from the rhyming words
out on the street..
Looking around to see...
Who can "bring it" with Poetry.
Maybe...more will join in the rhyme...
But I'm done for now...This is my 4th line.
succinctness the essence
I read too late
I write lines of eight
where it should be four!
Ajcor, have no great fear,
we're not sticklers for rules here!
We can find it within our hearts to forgive this one trespass,
Just don't let it happen again, else we'll have to kick your...
Wise you spoke, dear shynsly
So if we end out we shound't ask why
When rules and regulations you break
The consequence as well you may take....lol
Happens...what can anyone say?
It is easy with Poetry to get carried away.
Still don't mean we shouldn't follow the rule...
On Second Thought...It's not like we're all in school!
My dear good friends, I am back in the game
With my rhymes to win 10 seconds of fame :-)
The rhyme though was not about me
But about the hag and the schmuck, happy they used to be....lol
Oh, right. We forgot all about the old hag
and her cheating old boy who was dragging his bag
when she clobbered him good with a chunk of old wood
and he offered her up to the house as old slag
So what's to become of these miserly two
he took all her money and outbound he flew
to the arms of another young filly who will
turn out to be just a new contrary pill.
With no life lesson learned, for either of the two,
...both faced with the question, "What should I do?"
Love is lovely, but lust is powerful too,
...neglecting the former leaves both, with a jaded view.
and now we have learned why men should not CHEAT,
the grass isn't greener, its filled with deceit.
The man went looking to quench his own thirst,
and ended up with another 'old hag' who was worse.
So bitter and upset they went each their way
The game got just too dangerous to play
The hag dreaming a real prince to meet
The schmuck longning for a lady so sweet
As they say, hope's the last one to die
So the schmuck and the hag should no more cry
In this life you what you give you get
There's no use in living in anger and regret
Amazed and impressed, I never cease to be,
By the sheer volume of talent within this community.
HubPages is the vehicle, and provides the display,
For all you wicked literary genuises to come out and play!
Then one day, a man threw a pear at the sheeps head and the woman said something about the pudding
Thon pudding is wonderful, thick and sublime
I would be your wife for this pudding in time
That mean streak you've shown throwing pears at the sheep
Is something I'll fear when we two are asleep.
So Spannigan Hannigan drinking his ale
Did marry the wench and he then became pale
Just thinking he lost all his freedom and then
He proceeded to throw her into the sheep's pen.
He gathered his pears and his apples and suet
And tried for a week to divorce and undo it
But preacher man said you are bound to the wench
Now Spannigan Hannigan sits on his bench
Just trying to figure out how she got through.
"My pudding," he cried."So now here's what I'll do.
I'll bake no more pudding and then she will go."
So he didn't, she did, and the rest you all know.
what the heck was that?
is that a rhyme or what?
are you really participating
or you're just here for mocking?
Not sure where our gracious host, Edlira, went,
...nor of Lady GA-GA's mysterious intent.
Though I'd offer a word of advice, not to be rude,
...especially if one prefers for their posts to get viewed.
I had thought perhaps another verse lay just around the bend,
...but it would seem that our sad story has now come to an end.
But this thread is too fun to just let it die,
...so I'll think of a new tale, I promise I'll try!
Poor dear Suzie, walking alone in the rain,
alarm failed to sound, again she missed the train.
Quiet, meek, and humble... not at all like the rest,
though most would call her an "ugly duckling" at best.
Suzie was so crazy
silly and lazy
that she never got up from bed
Until she was dead!
(let's put a happy ending..)
And so her soul began to fly
as she waved the Earth goodbye
she giggles her way to the kingdom above
where she could watch the people she'd loved
T'is a shame to have you here
You're such a lousy harp player
Take harp lessons when you get back there
And bring back some decent clothes to wear
White robes are in fashion here
To hell with Gucci and Hillfiger
Heaven's fashions you need not fear
White robes are always the trend my dear
Go now child, be happy and LIVE
remember in life you get what you give
Smile and be good to people you have met
I promise,upon return the white wings you'll get :-D
What use are wings that are all white
That blend with clouds when in flight
My designer clothes I need to display
To hell with white is all that I say
Dear child, I support free will
So you can blaspheme if like that you feel
Can't come back here, in this case though
I am afraid you'll have to go below ;-)
Twisted horns springing suddenly from her head,
while those white wings morphed a sinister shade of red!
With a raucous laugh and a glint in her eye,
Our dear sweet Suzie lept from the sky!
What's up with you guys today
To save Suzie, you're leaving no way
And yet I say, please come help me
together let's change Suzie's destiny )
through the power of rhyme,
and a clever trick of time.
During her casting from one extreme to the other,
from the corner of her eye, Suzie saw her former lover.
Was he closer UP or closer BELOW???
To ask him or not in rescue she doesn't know
And for sure she has to inquire
'cause if she doesn't she might end up in fire...
With romantic memories alight in her brain,
Suzie thought back, and remembered the train!
Lifting her head from the uncomfortable pillow-seam,
She thought to herself, "Wow, what a strange dream!"
but no one was home
to hear her remark
there was no sound
except for a lark
the bird flew from it's branch
in the window it came
then opened his beak, saying
"If it's all the same..."
"Wait!" cried Suzie
as she sat up in bed
for a moment she questioned
if she had hit her head.
(sorry. 4got about the 4line rule lol)
"YOu just spoke" she continued though she knew that she shouldn't
"That i did." Said the Lark "Did you think that i couldn't?
I was going to tell you something you should know.
Did you know you're quite crazy?" Then in came a crow.
"Crazy indeed!" Said the lovely black bird
then each flew off without another word.
And Suzie was left with eyes open wide
"yeah right!" she said, as the birds took their flight
she truly believes she's still in a dream
so she closed her eyes hoping to wake-up in another scene
With coffee on the brew,
and a long list of things to do...
Back to that dream her mind went,
What could it mean, a messege sent?
Desperately wishing to learn the meaning,
to relive the dream is what she was seeking.
But in the end, it was to no avail,
for try as she might, she continued to fail.
Tears fell down from her eyes
as she wander about her 'why's'
why is she locking herself in a room
while the flowers outside is already in bloom
So enough with this self-hating routine,
it's time to start fresh, to start new and clean!
She lifted her chin, plastered a smile on her face,
and stepped out into the world, free from disgrace.
Out into the world with a new sense of self,
Her happiness restored, improving her health.
She stepped confidently through the door,
beautiful and wise, an ugly duckling no more.
The world out there has plenty to give
Suzie this time a new life will live
Free from self-guilt, pity or regret
No tears and no worry to make her upset
First thing she does is eat a fruit
For Susie believes it's super food
Then out she ventures oh what a sight
The flowers are blooming and the sun is bright
her dancing suddenly came to stop
when she bump and in the floor she dropped
bumped with....oh a beautiful boy it has been
her cheeks red up as their eyes locked in
Was her long-lost lover, whom she'd drempt of before,
but this was real life, not a dream anymore!
Still with the tender kindness in his eyes,
and the same loving soul, incapable of lies.
Suzie had almost given up love
From the moment her half went up above
But good god gave her one chance more
A new love to cherish, embrace and adore
Starting her life with vigor anew,
Thanking the Lord for pulling her through,
Walking with strength of mind and heart,
To fill perfectly into her new part!
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