A four line poem

Beautiful, GA- poignant and heartfelt.

A poppy red, a poppy white
both a symbol of the fight
to dream ahead of days of peace
when all who war and fight may cease.

A poppy red, a symbol sad,
of an empty place, an absent dad,
a mother's tears, a wife's deep cry
a graveside vigil; why, oh, why?

A poppy white; 'peace, peace', the cry
another way we dare to try
Malala stands an emblem true
but peace can only start.........with you

(and me!)

DH has lost his socks again,
His partial vision is a pain,
Why can't they shout, 'We're over here'?
Why do they HAVE to disappear?

Lovely post Mice.

The nights are getting cold now
The leaves are whirling by
I looked out of my window
And saw - a butterfly!

It's true - a peacock butterfly in November!

Mice, you've almost reduced me to tears again - but good tears. Thank you.

That is beautiful MiceElf thank you.

Love the poem ga, feeling

Aaah a four line poem thread on Gransnet
So I'll offer up this rather brief ditty
The weather outside is grey and wet
It can only be described as sh**tty!

Apologies a politer poem below:

Only a few golden leaves on our Oak tree remain
Autumn is all but over, soon it will be Winter again
Temperatures may drop and and possibly snow will appear
Hope the councils get their gritters out earlier this year.

When the grief has passed and gone
Let's remember all the fun
The jokes, the wit,
The comments quick.
And when we type our quick riposte
Let's keep in mind our sadly lost

Carol

Love the poem BTW.

Ga River and ocean - how lucky can woman be? I wish I lived near either.

The trees are clothed in autumn fire
The sea is decked in silver grey
The river's song is to admire
As I wend my way to town today

This weekday is my, most favourite one,
Because it says Sat, I will sit on my bum,
I shall only look at your wisdom and wit,
And wish I was clever and not a big twit.

I wrote a panto many moons ago
And found the verses soon did flow
But at the end it was quite hard
To ditch the rhymes and think in word(s)

Aagghh!

KatyK and MiceElf

Four is a discipline much too hard.
It cramps the style and twists the gut
Of every hopeful GN bard
Swaloowing words and staying shut

Up.

When my DH decided at the age of 67 to get an ipod, this
sprung into my head as he told our GD.

Grandad's got an ipod, I'm not sure what to think
It's very small and very square and very, very pink
He says he's started 'loading' tunes and told me what they were.
Rock and pop he says and Joni Mitchell - I've never heard of her

Grandad's got an ipod - I think it's made nan mad.
'He never listens to me' she said 'and now he's twice as bad'.
'Wandering round the garden singing loudly with each song.
out of tune, very loud and getting most words wrong.'

Grandad's got an ipod - he asked me if I would
Recommend some 'modern stuff', I said I thought I could.
'I quite like Kylie' grandad said, 'I always knew she'd last'.
'That's not modern though' I said 'that's way back in the past'.

Grandad's got an ipod, nan says he's an old fool.
I have to say I can't agree, I think it's pretty cool.

(Should we be copyrighting our poems ladies?)

I loved your poem Tiggypiro
It made I laugh out loud.
Brought back memories; yes I know
Prowess with needle left I cowed.

Thanks to newist, Hunt and notso
This thread is of the best
What fun its been to come on board
And enjoy a darn good jest

Four lines, not three:
In bed. Cosy. With tea.
Gransnet on the PC.
I'm a happy entertainee.

Ooops !! A bit of lack of attention to the problem set on my part (How many times did I tell pupils to "Read the Question twice and answer the question it asks - not the one you wished it had asked" !)

So to make amends .................

I got it wrong
About my song
Four lines of verse
Are much much worse.

My friends on Gransnet I do find
Are keen of wit and sharp of mind
Advice they give and comfort more
Of friendly ear you can be sure

Mine's really a song (to the tune of Westering Home) called 'Care Home'

Festering Home with a pong in the air
Blight to the eye and its goodbye to care
No Laughter, No Love and No Welcoming there,
I love my Hearth - my own one!

(No offence intended to any particular care home - the words just popped into my head - honest)

newist

Hunt that is lovely that you remember what your Aunt wrote

2 Ys U R
2 Ys U B
I C U R
2 Ys 4 me.
I've always liked this verse,
I remember it of yore
I thought it really clever when
My aunt wrote it in my new autograph book when I was only four.

( Actually I was eight at the time
But unfortunatlely that didn't rhyme)