This clown makes no sound
With a face painted white
And an upside down frown
For my birthday party
He doesn't dress very bright
Dark clothes as black as night
Why doesn't he have a red nose
On that face painted white
Wheres the colored balloons
Why does he stare
Without moving so much as a hair
It's not fare
I do declare
This is a nightmare
Wheres his rainbow colored hair
And the laughs he's supposed to share
I do declare
I don't see any magic trick's here or their
or funny things pulled out of his hair
I do declare
I don't see colored dots on him anywhere
I do declare
I don't see him riding his little bike from here to there
Why doesn't he do any funny moves
And wheres his big red shoes
Why doesn't he make any sounds
Where are the bells and whistles
That come with a clown
I bet you even his funny bone can't be found
Next time I'll ask for a pony
And it better not be a phony

Nice

this one gave me two images

1:
of people comeing into our lives
and leaving on a cloud

2:
of people going from clicks
or groups of people and trying
to find the circle of friends
where they fit in

I Luvd it
the images you created
softly flowed into
my mind as soothing as
smoke from an incense
and in the end left me
just as relaxed

On a farm far from town
A vegetable garden could be found
Filled with digging sounds
From Bunnies living under ground
In all colors White, Orange, Black & Brown
With tunnels both long & round
Some go up some go down
Leaving piles of dirt above ground
Proud of their homes below ground
With plenty of vegetables to be found
Eating from sun up to sun down
Till bunny bellies touch the ground
Only one threat could be found
When above ground
Listen carefully for the sound
Of the farmers hound
Keeping low to the ground
Ears up & listening all around
A tactic practiced by both Bunny & hound
Fear of being found
By either Bunny or hound
Trying their darnedest to make no sound
And be heard by anything around
At the end of the day
After hours of play
The bunnies could be found
Fast asleep below ground
Tired from all the fun they found
On a farm far from town

i have a stick thats brown
and sometimes get's sticky
hehe

are U kidding me
a girl pulling a guys thingy 50 times
is called getting Lucky
hehe

right back atcha

Thanks

I hear you loud and clear
sweety

imagination!!!
As the great Sponge Bob once said to patrick

just open your imagination!!!

well being in this forum does that for me

this one reminds me of a song by
( Nirvana - In Bloom )
for some reason

thanks d4tc

thank you Silkbutterfli
I see your holdin a little one
I wonder what your lil one
will be saying at 8yrs old
LOL

have a great wknd

your comment painted a picture in my head
of a river rock
slowly transforming
with every bump scrape chip
into a polished pebble

thanks for opening another door in my mind
of colors and words

Ahhhh Angel light
Your glow shines sooo brite
Cutting through the night
Like a full moon at midnight
Angels Light
Guiding many through the night
Your insight
Gives many souls flight
Wings soaring higher into heavens sky
After reading your poetic
lullabies

Sweet melody

Comfort me

As i lay my head down to sleep

Don't look into the closet darkness

I'm not afraid of that midnight creep

I don't need a night light

To keep my room bright

This time I'll win the fight

in my dreams at midnight

I'm only 8 but that's alright

I can ninja fight

In my dreams at midnight

Another 8yrs straight

Friends talkin about girls & dates

For dinner I'm not supposed to be late

Being a teenager is great

But so many fakes

Before her door i stand in proper pose

Holding a rose

Hoping tonight I'll strike gold

Despite everything she's been told

My friends say you can't grow old

Without striking gold

Another 8yrs unfold

My 8yr old tells me I'm old

He tells me kids use laptops that fold

And Desktops are as old as scrolls

Another 8yrs I'm thirty two

My teenage boy hasn't a clue

What the term "Making the rent" means to me & you

With his friend's talkin about girls & dates

It's not to late

To set things straight

Before he goes on a date

Another 8yrs my bones a little they ache

Lines on my face getting clearer

When i look in the mirror

Listening to softer music suits me just fine

Gives me a chance to unwind

As i sit in my lazy-boy & recline

Sipping a glass of wine

After a dinner dined

Corona Tequila with lime

On occasion is fine

But this time

The Taxi will worry about the street signs

Can't wait to get home to Bump-N-Grind

With this beautiful wife of mine

Another 8yrs & Doc Say's I'm kinda blind

Glasses I'll need in do time

I'm now forty eight

My sons wife is great

Never calling if it's to late

The breakfast at IHOP was great

Color in my hair starting to fade

Wife loves buying jewelry made of jade

The jadeite kind

Another 8yrs & i feel fine

I swear if this keeps up I'll make it to ninety nine

Thank for the flowers

so many wars fought in the name of God.
Jeeesh what a referee job.


If only.
everyone was a dreamer & John Lennon fans
and decided to live in Harmony.
If only

thanks Sweety