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Walk Dear Friend

Walk with me,
You're my dear friend.
Come with me to see the agony within,
Don't hide your eyez dear friend.

Walk with me,
You're my dear friend.
Come with me to seed my bright smile
Don't be so stuboborn
Let your heart lead your way dear friend.

Walk with me,
You're my dear friend.
Come fill your eyez with tears,
That cries for earth-peace, deep inside
Don't deny all of your trust with me.

Walk with me,
You're my dear friend.
Come scream for mercy,
Plead your way to heaven,
Then come back and spend
Your never-ending dayz with me.

Cid

I built it !!!!

England UK

IF I KNEW

Sent in by Cheryl

In memory of all those who perished; the
passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent
bystanders Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you," and certainly there's
another chance to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm so

Hazel

I'm a Member

England U.K

My Grandma

My Grandma by Hazel (Hazy_crazy)



My Grandma’s like a treasure

Shining bright for all to see

But many times more precious

Especially to me !




My head is full of memories

So much I can recall

Of how my Gran looked after me

When I was really small




To stay with Gran was so much fun

The breakfast was the best

Bacon, Eggs and toasted bun

Not to mention all the rest !




We strolled across the heath to town

Wicker basket close in tow

With shopping list all written down

Complete with gift for Mo !




At John Peels you’d place a bet

A patent or a double

You place a wager on Ron’s Pet

Better win – or we’re in trouble !




Shopping done we headed back

Stopping off at Ann’s Café

A pot of tea and sliced tea brack

Oh what a lovely day !




So thank you Gran for all you’ve done

You have a heart of gold

Together we’ve had so much fun

To me – you’ll ne’er grow old !

I think I am a member . I played in Birds of a Feather

Toronto. Ontario Canada

For You Son STEPHEN

I wrote this for my son who is now a grown Man

FOR YOU SON

I WAS THINKING OF YOU TODAY.
WHEN I REALIZED THAT I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU IN A WHILE
HOW WONDERFUL IT IS
TO HAVE YOU FOR A SON

SOMETIMES, OF COURSE I WORRY ABOUT YOU
BUT THAT'S JUST A NATURAL PART OF BEING A PARENT.
I THINK ABOUT HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE, AND HOW MUCH JOY
YOUR CHEERFULNESS AND WILLINGNESS TO HELP OUT
HAVE ADDED TO MY LIFE..

I MAY HAVE CRITICIZED YOU AT TIMES,
I MAY HAVE TRIED AT TIMES TO CHANGE YOU,
BUT I LOVE YOU
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE...
AND THE WAY YOU ARE MAKES ME VERY PROUD.

gincobb

Bingowild

Oklahoma

BINGO
By
Virginia Phillippe

I love playing bingo. Its lots of fun
I love the halls, with their bingo lingo
Would you please for me, call G-51.

Call G-51 so I will be done.
Come on now, I just want to yell Bingo!
I love playing bingo. It’s lots of fun.

You fool, you creep, not that N-31.
You stupid, you ass, you bug-eyed gringo,
Would you please for me call G-51.

If you don’t hurry up I’ll get my gun.
Come on you dummy, lay off the lingo,
I love playing bingo. It’s lots of fun.

That’s it, I’m tired, this is not any fun,
You look just like an Australian dingo.
Would you please for me call G-51!

She hollered, she screamed, it’s over it’s done.
Didn’t I say I love playing bingo!
I love playing bingo. It’s lots of fun.
I asked, please for me, CALL G-51!

Cid

"Misty"

When I read this poem my heart went out to every person that might be going through this or have gone through a situation like this. Please, pray for the victims and for the accusers.

"Misty"

My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
Made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can'tspeak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Misty. And you can help. And
please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just
indirectly change a
life. Hey, you NEVER know.

bingowild

new york

Perfect Mom

To the Mother who has always been supportive, I give her all my love and admiration. To the mother who patiently saw me through the real rough times, I give her all my love and admiration. To the Mother who finally let me help her, I give her much gratitude and love. To the Mother who has always helped me when I really needed it without being asked, I dedicate this poem because she is the perfect Mom for me.

bingowild

new york

Perfect Mom

Tothe mother who has always been supportive, I give her all my love and admiration. To the mother who patiently saw me through the real rough times, I give her all my love and admiration. To the Mother who finally let me help her, I give her much gratitude and love. To the Mother who has always helped me when I really needed it without being asked, I dedicate this poem because she is the perfect Mov for me.

Sheya

Friend

Canada

MY PERFECT LITTLE HUMAN

The day he was born
I was filled with joy
For in my arms
Was my precious boy

Tears of desire
He was really mine
Perfect little human
This was a sign

A sign that life
Was about to change
Something so simple
And yet so strange

My name has gone
It's Mommy now
It sounds so sweet
When I show him how

His sparkling blue eyes
And soft smooth skin
His cheeks so plump
His cute little chin

With such tiny hands
And a round little nose
Small wee feet
Ten fingers and toes

So innocent and sweet
He smiles at me
My eyes twinkle back
At the face I see

He will grow fast
Too fast I think
So I cherish each day
And share a wink

Teach him to love
From in his heart
And reassure him
We'll never be apart

A child is an angel
Sent from above
For you to cherish
For you to love

Friend

Canada

THIS PRECIOUS LIFE

One month early
She decided it then
It was long enough
where she had been

Long hours of waiting
Were worth every second
My daughter arrived
Pretty as a button

Soon we wnt home
To see big brother
She stared at him
Like there was no other

She learned to smile
And laugh out loud
She giggled deeply
And then she was proud

With the tender way
She held me tight
She kissed my cheek
And said "Goodnight"

This precious life
My angel of love
The purest of hearts
God sent from above

She learns so much
So quickly she grows
Her independence
Now really shows

There's something about
A child's warm heart
That swears to them
We'll never be apart