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Penguin, I think it must be very nice
To stroll about upon the ice,
Night and day, day and night,
Wearing only black and white,
Always in your Sunday best -
Black tailcoat and pearl-white vest.

To stroll about so pleasantly
Beside the cold and silent sea
Would really suit me to a T!
I think it must be very nice
To stroll with penguins on the ice.

The Polar Bear never makes his bed;
He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.
He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet
Except the rain and snow and sleet.

He drifts about on a white ice floe
While cold winds howl and blizzards blow
And the temperature drops to forty below.

The Polar Bear never makes his bed;
The blanket he pulls up over his head
Is lined with soft and feathery snow.
If ever he rose and turned on the light,
He would find a world of bathtub white,
And icebergs floating through the night.


by William Jay Smith

"Yesterday is ashes, tomorrow is wood, only today does the fire burn brightly"

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Hi Dan,
That's cute!- I spotted this thread the other night, and it made me laugh - thanks for the grin.
It is and was appreciated.We could use some more laughs around here -
but I can't think of any funny poems...maybe someone else can?

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Thanks Dan! and hello AQB,



Poetry Day


Today January 28 2010 it is Poetry Day (Gedichtendag) in the Netherlands and in Vlaanderen (Belgium).


Poetry Day is thé yearly poetry feast of the Netherlands and Vlaanderen. On Jan 28 2010 poetry is central for the 11th time already. Newspapers, magazines, the internet, radio and television all buzz something poetic that day. Hundreds of schools, libraries, bookstores, and private persons, organize events: recitals, lectures, exhibitions, poetry-walks, writing contests…


This years theme is “Over de grens”.

The meaning of those Dutch words:

Over de = over the, accross the.

Grens = limit, boundary, bound, frontier, border, verge (op de grens van = on the verge of)

This theme should inspire many people.


Poetry Day is coordinated by Poetry International (the Netherlands) and Stichting Lezen (Vlaanderen).





The Poetry Society:


National Poetry Day

National Poetry Day 2010 will be Thursday 7 October.

Details of the theme for 2010 will follow shortly.


National Poetry Day 2009 was held on Thursday, 8th October, with the theme "Heroes and Heroines."




World Poetry Day.


World Poetry Day is on March 21, and was declared by UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) in 1999. The purpose of the day is to promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world and, as the UNESCO session declaring the day says, to "give fresh recognition and impetus to national, regional and international poetry movements."

It was generally celebrated in October, sometimes on the 5th, but in the latter part of the 20th Century the world community celebrated it on October 15, the birthday of Virgil, the Roman epic poet and poet laureate under Augustus. The tradition to keep an October date for national or international poetry day celebrations still holds in many countries. Alternately, a different October or even November date is celebrated.





National Poetry Month



Love, Mirjam

Mirjam Vonk

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People build fences, tall ones and thin,

To fence out what’s outside and fence in what’s in.

But your mind won’t need fences;

It won’t need a wall,

If you keep your mind open to anything at all.


If we listen to others and hear what they say,

And think of the beauty of each brand new day,

We’re tearing down fences and learning to see

That the mind can do wonders if we just set it free.





The author of this poem is unknown.

I have written it down for myself years ago.


Love, Mirjam



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The Rag Doll

If for an instant God has forgotten that I am made of a rag doll,
and had given me a piece of life, possibly I would not say all that I think,
but I would definitely think of all that I have to say.

I would value things, not for their worth but for their significance.
I would sleep a little less, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes
we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when others hold back,
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.

Over the stars, I would paint with the dream of Van Gogh, a poem of Benedette,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon.
I would give my tears to water the roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals...

My god, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn’t let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,
and I would live in love with love.

I would show men how very wrong they are
to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!

To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learnt that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,
without knowing that real happiness comes from the process of scaling it.

I have learnt that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist,
his father’s finger, he has him captivated forever.

I have learnt that a man has the right to look down on another
only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things,
but in truth they won’t be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily I shall be dying.

By Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"Yesterday is ashes, tomorrow is wood, only today does the fire burn brightly"

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Loving the poems - makes for a lovely Sunday afternoon. Sorry have not been on for a while but as ever glad to be part of the forums


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Every minute unleashing all day is a beautiful minute;
getting you acclimatized with the pace of life,

Every flower protruding from soil is a beautiful
flower; spreading its mesmerizing scent deeply into
your nostrils,

Every face smiling in the universe is a beautiful
face; brilliantly portraying your visage,

Every bird flying in the cosmos is a beautiful bird;
overwhelming your ears with its melodious sounds,

Every mountain towering towards the sky is a beautiful
mountain; appeasing your eyes with its picturesque

Every root of grass projecting from the jungle is a
beautiful root; tingling your senses; making you
exotically dream,

Every hand that serves philanthropically is a
beautiful hand; propagating an egalitarian spirit in
whosoever it caresses,

Every stream that flows through land is a beautiful
stream; pacifying the thirst of several scorched in

Every eye that views goodness in this world is a
beautiful eye; sharing empathy with millions of
bereaved lying around,

Every cloud in the sky is a beautiful cloud; showering
droplets of euphoric rain on earth; shielding it from
acerbic rays of the sun,
Every language spoken is a beautiful language;
assisting a person to convey his innermost of

Every mirror embedded on the walls is a beautiful
mirror; portraying to you your candid reflection,

Every color that circumvents your visage is a
beautiful color; symbolizing the oneness of human

Every voice that emanates from the throat is a
beautiful voice; explicitly expressing a persons needs
and desires,

Every mind impregnated within the skull is a beautiful
mind; having the unfathomable ability to achieve the

Every foot that walks innocently is a beautiful foot;
leaving behind a trail of holistic footprints,

Every leaf that extrudes from the tree is a beautiful
leaf; entrenching the dull; with shades of everlasting

Every mother having delivered a child is a beautiful
mother; continuing the wonderful process of evolution,

Every heart imprisoned inside the chest is a beautiful
heart; passionately throbbing when struck by an
ensemble of emotions,

And every entity trespassing through the surface of
this earth is a beautiful entity; making the globe a
beautiful place to live in; giving rise to the famous
and immortal adage; which proudly proclaims that


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Roses are red
violets are snappy.
When I get my hearing tolerance back
I'll buy the whole world flowers.

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 People are often unreasonable,
 Illogical and self-centered.
 Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,
People may accuse
You of selfish motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,
You will win some false friends
And some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,
People may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building,
Someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,
They may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,
 People will often forget tomorrow;
 Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,
And it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,
 It is between you and God;

It never was between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

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Hey Rob,
It may be a tough job

but I have no fear
soon all sounds you'll easily hear.

One request,
though you know best

I'm turning up my nose
at the gift of a rose.

When sound we tolerate,
wouldn't it be great

to celebrate our ears
we'll go out and you'll buy us beers!

(I'm a poet and didn't know it.)


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That would be my happiest time! Great poem Marilyn! and mother theresa. 

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Rob, Rob, It's been nearly a day
We are all indeed waiting to hear what you say.

Our friend Paul is standing in line
He thinks a beer would be mighty fine.

He'd like a cold glass of ale
When his misophonia pales.

Yes, we'll all celebrate
When the sounds we tolerate.

(I'm a twice published poet
Tho does Rob know it?)


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Misophonia pales? 

Sorry, but you owe us another poem after that unfortunate phrase-making. 


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If I could make you laugh
Oh yes,    for awhile
If i could light your eyes
With a peaceful smile
If i could bring some light
Where confusion reigns
And heal  your ears
And take away your pain
If i could just  reach up
And tap -  the nearest star
And have some magic land
Write near where you are
If i could somehow have
Wishes  to come true
I'd wish all these things
Oh yes,  just  for you

With a smile to everyone here,


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Originally Posted by Rob

Misophonia pales? 

Sorry, but you owe us another poem after that unfortunate phrase-making. 


Lol.  Okay, insert ''when his misophonia is well.''  Better?


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Anyway and With A Peaceful Smile, (((( Smiles ))))

I like that. Some good poems here.
And this poem is rather deep but then again I look toward that day of the end of all wars on this planet as is, at this time.
Forever a dreamer but you know.

The shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation shall not lift up a sword against nation,
nor shall they learn war anymore.. Micah 4:3

Wouldn't it be nice if everybody in the whole wide world could finally just get along and violence could cease?  Longing for that day... (((( Smiles ))))

A Paradox For Peace  

After the Falling skies, , the tongue's tumults,
the grave injustices, the travesties--
stalks the irony that would equate
the honerable with a thing of hate.

Uncompromised ,
we stand our ground but find
no listening ear, we stand
brused but uncrushed in the sunless air.

How could we be free
to turn away when we cannot forget
the violent are loved-- like us have names,
like us , have mothers , memories , homes , dreams ... ?

After so much, so much is left
unsaid, undone.
We search for what remains negotiable.

Now you recall
true peace is not the mere
absence of war.

The fact we are here
Standing undaunted in the darkening rain,
tending the smokeing flax , yearning for honor
the lost love behind the flailing hand.

For whatever is said , whatever is done,
we listen with our lives to hear
the deep peace behind the faltering lips;
under the weather of words, discern
the unshaken , the Christ,
the sound of brotherhood unbroken
down it's silver history.......

You're listening
to the whisper of Christian careing
whose unhurried strengths grow
freshly within your deeds,

For what you heed now stop's the world's
rape of reason , discovers
light under shadows , if God has not spoken,
not a word has been said,

In jungle, board room, home,
a new stillness flows:
enemy nods to enemy , hands go out to meet ;
you find there is nothing to condemn.

Thou shalt kill another's
hopes , ideas, friend
God's peace
in you becomes desire to bless. In this,
you find no retreat.

At every point forgiveness in His will,
and as you pray you see a marvelous thing---
there is a death of sins:
you glimpse the alchemy of Spirit turning

Fear, lust envy, revenge, into
blessings that overtake
the aggressive ones.

Light steals down the hurt stem:
the bruised reed straightens.

Are you surprised that in your heart the first
bright leaves sprout , the last.
wars die .... ?

Godfrey John

The end of all wars..... Psalm 46:9
That will be the day for sure can't wait to see that... (((( Smiles ))))

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