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The Little Red Hen - An Altered Version.

Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who scratched about the
barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors
and said, 'if we plant this wheat , we shall have bread to eat. Who will help
me plant it?'
'Not I,' said the cow.
'Not I,' said the duck.
'Not I,' said the pig.
'Not I,' said the goose.

'Then I will,' said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. 'Who will help me
reap my wheat?' asked the little red hen.
'Not I,' said the duck.
'Out of my classification,'said the pig.
'I'd lose my seniority,' said the cow.
'I'd lose my unemployment compensation,' said the goose.

'Then I will,' said the little red hen, and she did.

At last it came time to bake the bread, 'Who will help me bake the bread,'
asked the little red hen.
'That would be overtime for me,' said the cow
'I'd lose my welfare benefits,' said the duck.
'I'm a dropout and never learned how,' said the pig.
'if I'm to be the only helper, that 's discrimination,' said the goose.
'Then I will,' said the little red hen.
She baked the five loaves and held them up for neighbors teo see. They
all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, 'No, I can eat the five loaves myself.'
'Excess profits!' cried the cow.
'Capitalist leach!' screamed the duck.
'I demand equal right!' yelled the goose.
And the pig just grunted. And they painted 'Unfair' picket signs and
marched round and round the little red hen shouting obscenities.
When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen,'You must not be greedy.'
'But I earned the bread,' said the little red hen.
'Exactly,' said the agent, 'That is the wonderful free enterprise system.
Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern
government regulations, the productive workers must divide their product with the idle.'
And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who
smiled and clucked, 'I am grateful. I am grateful.' But her neighbors wondered
why she never again baked any more bread. :eek: :lol:

I didnt write this story someone shared it with me :)
 
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Suffice a Kiss

If I could be time
and the clock that fits
Into your life such as is
I wonder what
you'd think of me?

When seldom words
do hide inside or just
break down that cold
shut door closed within
opened to others without

So such to kiss and make
sweetness begin and love
can be as I dreamt it before
To live with such passions
but only once and feel it full

Then I would feel your soul
to mine and fully know of it
So then the world would slip
away to crumble left alone
then would I be to carry on

In just that twinkling of an
eye when love is so blessed
my soul it reaches out to you
when settled upon such bliss
It will all suffice with such kiss

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Kindness Always Wins

When Angry feelings have
all gone away and your heart
cries out to be set free
When you leave such sorrows
down the road then a brighter
tomorrow you shall see
Do not let things of this nature
get inside of your heart or mind
For in doing so you cheat your soul
the cause of being so very kind
Do not let others dictate your
heart or make you feel insecure
We all live and breathe this
same said air beneath his sky
For God is watching over us all
so many choices there are to make
But in those moments of anger
start to care and try to mend
For a heart full of strife is empty
And kindness always shall win.
 
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My vision of you is blinded by my tears
you brought out my worst fears
I had it all in the palm of my hand
and with a blink
it all slipped away like sand
time around me stands still
I hear nothing
I see nothing
I cant breathe
I cant move
there is a sudden pain
its unexplainable
its unbearable
numb
broken
fallen
I can taste the bitter-sweat tears
each drop for every pain youve ever caused
consumed by agony
drowned by despair
disorted
perished
tainted
I cant bare with the with the fall of it all
I never knew
that these would be

my visions of you.
 
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Bus Stop

Young lovers at the bus stop
Snuggling in a corner
Sheltered from the cold expanse of life

They huddle around the glow
Of fingers entwined

The grey world sleeps beside them
 
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claps for everyones poems :clapping:

the messenger's flock

in tight formations we keep the enemy at bay
surround the One and keep all manner of evil away
poison darts of rumour, innuendo, and lies
taking aim to reach the target of the innocent one
he has his own army of security, but his soul protection
comes through the support given in our belief and our love
the enemy never sleeps, is clever and always on the prowl
it waits for a lull, seeks false contentment in our eyes
striking without warning, it tries to cut him down
our force strengthens, we do not fail, and will not let him fall
for he is our chosen one, and we listen for his call
not finished yet, this world is still in need of his light
we help him to send it out in waves, to reach every shore
where hope has lessened, he brings it back to those whose ears hear
faith that has faltered, gets restored when he is received
singing his words, we carry his messages so no one is deceived
the cross he bears is for all humanity, and creatures of sky and land
he has given everything of himself, and asks only that we take his hand
we all are one, we flow through him, and each of us to the other
he calls us his brother and asks us to recognize it in one another
where darkness prevails over a sleeping world rocked into hazy lies
he sleeps not, and it is for the ones whom he loves that he cries
the time is getting closer when we will hear him once again
each time he spreads his light, this world challenges, so get ready
and keep our ranks tight, for this is his world, and ours too
what we are getting ready to receive is his gift to us,
tho it comes with a price, now is when we prepare for what lies ahead
for us with much anticipation, but wonders for him if it does not come
with some dread, for every message is met by a challenge greater than
the last, so we must dawdle not, and be ready to meet it with him
for it is his right to send them to us, and ours to receive and give
to others as our call hastens us to do, as he finishes his work, he'll ride
on the wings of his soldiers of love unending devotion to carry him through.
 
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Wow Friend and Pua—your poems are absolutely beautiful!
 
A poem I wrote a couple months ago.

Words for a Page

Struggling, I extract from somewhere within
That which I am not sure I recognize,
With an effort built on uncertainty, but an honest resolve,
I compress harder still, laying my hopes only on the One who supplies,
For where else can I look?
I do wait, and after one long ambitious squeeze,
After much deliberate force has been applied,
This unrelenting pressure has done its fine work.
And so I watch, with an anticipation derived only from faith,
One weak droplet, shy and sullen it appears…and then another, and another,
Making their own way upon the whiteness of you…
the page who had given up on ever being touched.

No, not a spot of creativity did you ever hope
To be delivered by such an unskilled pen holder.

And yet, I have decreed
To exert myself in this insipid manner,
And invade what you are, oh empty sheet of paper,
To catch you unaware, perhaps me even more so,
And the whole while I hesitate,
Confronted by, and shivering in response to,
This cold, ambiguous emptiness
Surrounding me like a foreign, unfriendly place...
The same that so many lucky ones throughout the ages
Consider in the fondest way as a second home,
With its very own hearth all heated aglow.
They have escaped to very few other locales that have been as true
To fill with such a satisfying, inspiring warmth;
The perfect getaway it is, an extension of their own deep selves…
Where they can lift off their troubles and thoughts for a time
And weld them into something new, fresh, and freeing…
Those gifted ones…they who adorn sheet, after sheet, like yourself,
With verse, laid upon verse, embodying such beauty of expression
That has the power to pierce a languid heart in any man, anywhere, in any time.
But for me, here, I feel ill at ease.

I apologize, therefore, to you, parchment so crisp.
You who look back at me with a blank stare
That both convicts and challenges all at once,
That your fate should lie with me and not
One of these true masters of words.
But consider this, and know, my avow is no less heart felt
Than any of the declarations Shakespeare may have poured
Lavishly into any one of his sonnets.
And so I ask, sparse sheet of so many possibilities,
Be that recipient of my unadorned articulations,
Omitted rhyme, and ambushed meter,
So I may yet give you complete, as a humble gift, to a hungry soul.

For this reason alone, page, I have put upon you the task
Of waiting on my slow in coming, awkward words.
Well serve me now, and help to attain my purpose;
And perhaps, there will be one, whose heart
Shall be warmed this day. And I may then
Put my pen to rest for some time to come.
 
Oh wow queen g--your poem is brilliant! I love it! Well done! Bravo. :D

It reminds me of one or two of Billy Collins' poems that I have read recently. "Budapest" for example:

Budapest
~Billy Collins~

My pen moves along the page
like the snout of a strange animal
shaped like a human arm
and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater

I watch it sniffing the paper ceaselessly,
intent as any forager that has nothing
on its mind but the grubs and insects
that will allow it to live another day.

It wants only to be here tomorrow,
dressed perhaps in the sleeve of a plaid shirt,
nose pressed against the page,
writing a few more dutiful lines

while I gaze out the window and imagine Budapest
or some other city where I have never been.

Hehe! :)
 
nice ones dim and queen :)


trial

all that's needed is a little more time
the unfolding of how things happen
appear to be without reason or rhyme
i can't help but wonder how things fit
so clearly things are seen when looking behind
forever it seems, as patience is a virtue that's not mine
holding fast, moving thru time and space
til all is as it will be, and all is in place
i cling to this, it is my sanctuary
hoping this period will not tarry
the test is in the heart, when the will is sullen
praying mercy comes and paradise follows
 
friend said:
trial

all that's needed is a little more time
the unfolding of how things happen
appear to be without reason or rhyme
i can't help but wonder how things fit
so clearly things are seen when looking behind
forever it seems, as patience is a virtue that's not mine
holding fast, moving thru time and space
til all is as it will be, and all is in place
i cling to this, it is my sanctuary
hoping this period will not tarry
the test is in the heart, when the will is sullen
praying mercy comes and paradise follows
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((((hug))))
 
Closure

I need closure, nit with family.
I need closure with you my love.
I want to let you know that I'm ok
and that I'm back with my family.

I need this really bad, more than
you will ever know. I need this so
Ican move on with my life. Cause
if I don't get get closure, I'll feel even
more miserible then I was when you
left.

I want to get rid of all this emotional pain,
but, it's hard. Every timme I try, the happy
memories keep coming back.

I love you and miss you teribbly.
I haven't forgotten you, I hope
that you haven't forgotten about
me. You were my brother/ best friend/and lover,
Thank you for all you've done for me.

I have closure with you in spirt, just not face to face.
One day, you'll read all the poems that I've written
about you & You'll finally know just how much I
loved you.

Deicated with love to Seth Ryan Liebiech
 
I can only imagine

I can only imagine what our relationship
would've been like. you and me laughing at
all the things we used to talk about.

The love we would've made, oh, how I wanted
to give you children. I know that's what you
wanted. Now you can't have kids, which saddens
me.

The many many memories we would've made
together. I'm left with what was-
memories from the past .Memories
that I've tried to erase, but they
keep coming back,

These Memories have caused me to
cry alot, because I miss you.
I can only imagine the tears
you would've seen streaming
down my face, had I gotten
the chace to say good bye
to you in person.

You reassuring me that you'd
be ok. I can only imagine what
would've been

^^This one is also for Seth.
 
^ :huh:



Very lovely poem Pua :) Thank you for sharing it.

Thank you to everyone else too for sharing yours all your poems are great :flowers:
 
^^I thought the same thing:unsure:


Thank you mjsladyinhislife:)
 
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