My gentler poems.

Excellent!

You do not know me;
You never will.
And so I wait
Quiet and still.
I may laugh,
And I may cry,
But I will love you
And you won't know why.
Still I'll stay
And still I'll smile
So you might know me
For a while.

Not bad!

Here is another one, hope you like it?

A View from a Rock.

I sit on a rock
on a mountain
contemplating
what I can see
an ocean is visible
cool and inviting
a sandy desert
hot and uninviting
various trees
a roaring river
to waterfalls cascading.

Fervent musing
all very amusing
as the rock becomes
uncomfortably hard
as I focus on
the landscape
surrounding all
I observe. Fascinated
deliberately
meandering
over the open spaces.

Night falls
the sunsets
I can hardly see now
all that I saw
earlier in the day;
better move on
before I lose my
way. Home from
this rock where
pondering and
not wandering
from all that I
surveyed.

Well tried, young man.
I'll help you if I can
But I feel that my feet
would land me on my seat
And I don't like bruising
To my fan(ny)

Actually I fell over
two left feet hover
from shining floor
must get out the door.

gracesmum has summed it up -
And Ian, overwhelmed,
Sits out this dance
And looks askance
At Ariadne sweetly smiling!

our dancing years behind us
we'll sit and reminisce
of gallant swains and maidens shy
and ariadne taking the p*

And if any man
Should ask us for a dance
We'll smile and sweetly say
'sir, I have to answer "nay"'
For. Dancing with a granny
Is a gallop, not a prance

Next?

Ah!

A ballroom on a Borum?
Can we dance with much decorum?
If so, we'll surely floor 'em
As across those boards we prance!

Thankyou for the dance
it was a brief-like chance
encountered on a forum
yet felt like a ballroom.

Then I'll ask you to dance, Ian42!
In the form of a waltz (one, two, three)

"Shall we dance,
Take the floor?
Shall we waltz out the door?
Both left feet trip no more?
Shall we dance?

When it comes to dancing I have two left feet.

You should never miss a chance to go for a dance. You never know what could come of it! (if you're young, free and single, I guess)

Ian42

Here is a limerick that I have penned myself.

There once was a poet from Aylesbury
Whos words were made very clearly
He missed his great chance
To go for a dance
When everybody said oh really.

green ...very witty

Ian42...Thank you for sharing your beautiful poetry with us. You have a very sensitive way with words. Keep writing!

green

Perhaps I was trying to be smart there, as well. Sorry, Ian42.
Here's a daft limerick that I made up to lighten things:

There was a young man from Arbroath
Who found himself terribly loath
To tie up his laces
Before taking long paces
And was berated for being a sloth.

Anagram you are right; have PMd Ian. Knew it was wrong! Thank you reminding me wiithout rancour!

Rarely do it, unlike some. Anyway, had enough of this.

It wasn't very kind.