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Author Topic: Poems Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-07-2004 08:44 AM                        Rated G Keenagers Keenagers are people Just like you and me Though they may be older And squint some just to see. They may have gray hair Or perhaps none at all They may have trouble hearing And they're no longer quite as tall. They may pause when they're thinking And lose their teeth when they talk And they move a lot slower 'Cause it hurts when they walk. But their talents will amaze you Their stories will make you smile You'll see they're filled with wisdom If you listen to them awhile. So find yourself a Keenager And spend time with them You'll learn about life's secrets And have a brand new best friend. Copyright © Ron Lantz 2003 Dedicated to all of the "Keenagers"in the world today. What would we do without you?  |  IP: Logged Michael Brown Phenomenal Film Handler Posts: 1522 From: Bradford, England Registered: May 2001 posted 01-08-2004 05:45 PM                     At work on box office yesterday I doodled in this book we have that's supposed to be for writing about vouchers. I drew a photo-realistic picture of my manger Andy and wrote this poem. The cat was happy The cat was evil The cat wants to rule the world I hate the cat I like the dog The dog smells funny The cat smells nice That's a shame  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-09-2004 09:39 AM                        Rated PG Bubba My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out... What used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout... Time was when of its own accord, from my trousers it would spring But now I have a full time job to find the blasted thing It used to be embarrising the way it would behave For every single morning it would stand & watch me shave As old age approaches it sure gives me the blues... To see it hang its withered head & watch me shine my shoes.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 02-06-2004 12:37 PM                        Rated G Dale Sullivan There once was a girl named Janet, who was seen all over the planet. Right there on the tube, we all saw her boob. But she swears that she didn't plan it.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 02-12-2004 07:29 AM                        Rated G Keep in Touch... Now, Jake, the rancher, went one day to fix a distant fence. The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled gray and dense. As he pounded the last staples in and gathered tools to go, The temperature had fallen, Wind and snow began to blow. When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart. From the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start. So Jake did what most of us would do if it was us who had been there. He humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a prayer. As he turned the key for the last time, he softly cursed his luck. They found him three days later, frozen stiff in that old truck. Now Jake had been around in life and done his share of roaming. But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked-- -- it looked just like Wyoming! Of all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter. (Now, this line ain't needed but it helps with rhyme and meter) So they set and talked a minute or two, or maybe it was three. Nobody was keepin' score -- -- in Heaven time is free. "I've always heard," Jake said to Pete, that God will answer prayer, But one time I asked for help, well, he just plain wasn't there." "Does God answer prayers of some, and ignore the prayers of others? That don't seem exactly square -- -- I know all men are brothers." "Or does he randomly reply, without good rhyme or reason? Maybe, it's the time of day, the weather or the season." "Now I ain't trying to act smart, it's just the way I feel. And I was wondering', could you tell me -- -- what the heck's the deal?!" "Peter listened very patiently and when Jake was done, There were smiles of recognition, and he said, "So, you're the one!!" "That day your truck, it wouldn't start, and you sent your prayer a flying, You gave us all a real bad time, with hundreds of us trying." "A thousand of the angels rushed to check the status of your file, But, Jake, we hadn't heard from you in such a long, long while." "And though all prayers are answered, and God ain't got no quota, He didn't recognize your voice, and started a truck in North Dakota." BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH! Author Anon.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 04-18-2004 10:48 AM                        Rated G Lorraine A peanut sat on a railroad track, His heart was all a flutter, A train came racing down the track, Toot, toot - peanut butter!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 10-10-2004 08:50 AM                        Rated G Michele 'Twas The Night Before Frances 'Twas the night before Frances When all through the state Not a gas pump was pumping Not a store open late All the plywood was hung On the windows with care Knowing that a hurricane Soon would be there The children were ready With flashlights in hand While bands from the hurricane Covered over the land And mamma with her Mag-Lite And I in my cap Had just filled the bath tub For flushing our crap When out on the lawn There arose such a clatter I sprang from the closet To see what was the matter The trees on the fence And the neighbor's roof torn Gave the fear of us dying In this terrible storm With a little wind gust So lively and quick I remembered quite clearly Our walls weren't brick More rapid than eagles Her courses they came And she whistled, and wafted And surged all the same Off shingles! Off sidings! Off rooftops! Off power! Down trees! Down fences! Down trailers! Down towers! In the center of Florida She continued to maul Screaming Blow Away! Blow Away! Blow Away All! As wind ripped and tossed The debris through the sky I peeked out the shutters At cars floating by So go to the safe-room My family did do With a portable radio And batteries too And then, in a twinkling I heard on the set The end was not coming For a few hours yet! As I calmed down the kids And was turning around Through the window it came With a huge crashing sound A tree branch it was All covered in soot The wind blew it smack-dab On top of my foot A bundle of twigs Now lay in a stack And my living room looks Like it was under attack The wind - how it howled! The storm - very scary! Myself and the family Were all too unwary The dangers of hurricanes Are serious, you know They are taken for granted As Frances did show With the winds dying down And the danger beneath I noticed my tool shed Was missing its sheath So I grabbed my last tarp And nailed it on down Then I got in my car And I headed to town The traffic was awful And stores had no ice My five gallon cooler Would have to suffice Generators were scarce Not one left in town There were trees on the roads And power lines down FEMA was ready With people to work Electrical companies Came in from New York And in the midst of This peculiar routine Another storm emerged Named Hurricane Jeanne I sprang to the car And gave my family a whistle Then away we all went Like a Tomahawk missile You could hear us exclaim As we drove out of sight "The hell with this place, Vermont seems just right!"  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 11-15-2004 01:06 PM                        Rated G HOW TRUE IT IS Another year has passed and we're all a little older. Last summer felt hotter and winter seems much colder. I rack my brain for happy thoughts, to put down on my pad, But lots of things that come to mind that make me kind of sad. There was a time not long ago when life was quite a blast. Now I fully understand about "Living in the Past" We used to go to weddings, football games and lunches. Now we go to funeral homes, and after-funeral brunches. We used to have hangovers, from parties that were gay. Now we suffer body aches and while the night away. We used to go out dining, and couldn't get our fill. Now we ask for doggie bags, come home and take a pill. We used to often travel to places near and far. Now we get sore asses from riding in the car. We used to go out shopping for new clothing at the Mall But, now we never bother... all the sizes are too small. We used to go to nightclubs and drink a little booze. Now we stay at home at night and watch the evening news. That, my friend is how life is, and now my tale is told. So, enjoy each day and live it up... before you're too damned old!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 11-17-2004 12:57 PM                        Rated G Michele When a man climbs on a woman, he hasn't long to stay, His mind is full of nonsense, his ass is full of play. He climbs on like a lion, and rolls off like a lamb. And when he buttons up his pants he isn't worth a damn. His sporting days are over, his light is burning out, What used to be his sex appeal, is now a water spout  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 12-09-2004 10:25 AM                        Rated G CHRISTMAS POEM TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.Make people stop and think of our heroes,living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please,do your small part to plant this small seed.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-06-2005 10:00 AM                        Rated G Tsunami Prayer Out of the blue, the monster came, And began its merciless attack, Its watery claws snatched up everyone, That dared to cross its path. God bless the mother whose tiny babe, Was wrestled out of her hands, Whose lifeless form was tossed and turned, Upon the churning sands. God bless the father who fought the water, To save his baby boy, Yet the greedy sea claimed victory, And stole his pride and joy. God bless the children who ran with glee, To see the massive waves. They could not know nor comprehend, They were racing to their graves. God bless the loved ones washed out to sea, And those battered and left on the shore, And God bless those who watched from the heights, Until they could watch no more. We have no right to question God, Yet we cannot help but wonder why So many folks were lost and hurt, And why so many had to die. Innocence, now gone forever. Earth, shaken to its very core, This world, forsaken by mankind, Soon may exist no more. God help those in their misery, And forgive them of their sins, Protect and cherish each soul lost, And help us all. Amen! Virginia (Ginny) Ellis Copyright December 2004  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-14-2005 10:58 AM                        Rated G For some reason, lately I've been thinking about that poem that forecasts what kind of person you'll be based on the day of the week you were born. What day were you born? Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for its living, But the child that's born on the Sabbath day, Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay. ~Unknown  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-20-2005 10:53 AM                        Rated G Soldier On Watch I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear "Come in here this moment, it's freezing out there! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your arm, you should be at home, this cold could do harm!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts, to the window that danced with a warm fire's light then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night" "Its my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam and now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red white and blue... the American flag. "I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home, I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat, I can carry the weight of killing another or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget to fight for our rights back at home while we're gone. To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust. That we mattered to you as you mattered to us Anon.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 02-15-2005 12:55 PM                        Rated G As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish, I wish he'd go away --Ogden Nash  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 03-23-2005 10:46 AM                        Rated PG Quirk The Middle-Aged Teapot Song: I'm a middle-aged man, short and stout. Here is my beer gut, here is my pouch. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout: "Where's my remote? It was on the couch!" ~Jim Rosenberg  |  IP: Logged

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