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ORIGINAL WORKS: Romantic Sad Humorous Old Favorites Wish I'd Said That Nature Thoughtful Patriotic One-liners Limericks Friendship Life In General Happy Family First Love Dreams Dogs & Cats Memories Cowboy Poetry Paint a Word Picture Holiday Themes Nursery Rhymes Music Sports Political Religious Travel Collected Works Ballad Poems POET LAUREATES: Elizabeth Santos N.G. "Gary" Stapp FOR FUN: •NEW: Crossword Puzzle •Magnetic Poetry •Shakespearean Insults •What time is it where you are?  ABOUT US: From the Editor Favorite Links Copyright Info		PEEK-A-BOO Little monkey hiding low; Now where, oh where, did that monkey go? Under the basket or the kitchen chair? Little monkey found no where. Listen close, there goes a giggle And did I see that blanket wiggle? Little monkey, peek-a-boo, I think it's over, I found you! -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com POETRY AND COFFEE MAKE A GREAT MIX Went to my lil' coffee shop on the corner to read, sat down with my mug and set my mind at ease. Watched a small little boy speak with his mother, learning his thank you's and please.  Walked outside and smelled the air, a hint of oak, a dash of birch, saw a small black bird sit and perch. Walked to my seat at the book store in town, I walked in as I would normally do, on this Monday morning, without a frown.  Picked up the paper and read it to me, read the famous poet Poe, and his Annabel Lee. Time had passed, and the clock read noon, I would come back to this spot very soon.  -- Submitted by Jordan from Katy, Texas e-mail: DarkWaterTavern@aol.com WILD FAE Leave an empty spot in your garden, so that the fairies have a place to dance. Leave an empty spot in your mind, so that fairies may run and prance.  In the garden, they spread pixie dust all over the leaves. When the moon hits the garden just right, you can see it shimmer lightly, in the cool night breeze.  You can see them, too, if you just say please, they'll dance before you with relative ease.  -- Submitted by Jordan from Katy, Texas e-mail: DarkWaterTavern@aol.com Poems are crazy. Poems are sweet. Poems tell us a story, They go with a beat. Pick it up and never put it down, poems are great and always make silent sounds. Every word counts, they pounce on your face, slow down and enjoy them, it's not a race. Poems can be fun if you make them to be, poems are easy and so much fun, you see! Poems are like fruit. They are juicy and delicious. Have a piece won't you, come in and enjoy the words flow into your mind. Poems are great. Poems are kind. Poems are wacky, poems are mine. -- Submitted by Jordan from Katy, Texas e-mail: DarkWaterTavern@aol.com PEANUT BUTTER MOUNTAIN On peanut butter mountain topped with marshmallow goop, stands a little chocolate kiss dancing the loop-E-loop. Along came a hazel nut looking oh, so fine, he gave a wink to the kiss and asked, "will you be mine"? The little kiss gave him a sigh and said "I'm sorry, no can do, for you see, a chocolate kiss should never be seen with a nut like you." The dejected nut slid down the slope and found himself left quite aloof; like he had been one other time when peanut butter stuck him up on a roof. The kiss glanced down and said "I'm sorry, but chocolate is best with peanut butter". "I have a friend who may like you; her name is Carmel chewy chew and I've heard she goes for nuts like you." -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com IMAGINATION'S FUN Quiet I must be, can't let the monster find me It seeks me out and calls my name, I wish it would leave me alone, I'm not to blame. I feel the need, the need to peek, to get away I must sneak. In the hall I hear a sound then a bump, have I been found! With a squeal and a laugh I run, it sees me and asks if I'm having fun I run as fast as my legs will go, the monster jumps and starts to follow The monster catches me, laughs and says what a bother, you broke the vase and hide from your mother. -- Submitted by Zac Muse from Australia e-mail: zacmuse@hotmail.com Open your eyes and come with me To a place with dancing bumble bees A turtle flies, a dragon roars A catfish meows, and a lion snores We'll climb the steps, we'll take it slow We'll watch the elephant laugh and blow The kangaroo and joeys, too Will be a friend to me and you We will fly a kite and eat ice cream We'll travel far to explore our dreams Go where you like and really have fun We'll dance and play till the setting of the sun. -- Submitted by Susan Adams from Grand Forks, BC, Canada e-mail: abcsusan@hotmail.com GERTY This guy "Gerty" as they call him He's like a bright light never going dim I look up to this guy Sometimes I wonder why I learn from his mistakes He's only 19 for heaven's sake But I learn well, and so does he Lessons of life, if only he could see The good times, and the hard It's like a simple message on a card Can he not see that it will all be in place in the end? That he will have no enemies, but a great friend. This is my brother, he is the best "Gerty" -- he's like none of the rest! -- Submitted by Lacey A.K.A. - Nikkie from Windom, MN e-mail: nikkie_4eva@hotmail.com The teacher had an excercise for the class, Can anyone tell me how to use - The word "detail", in a sentence, without a clash? I know how teach, said little Bruce, He came to the front, his back to the chalk-rail, "When de rabbit jumps over de fence, The head goes over, before de tail!" -- Submitted by Rudy Hoedel from Nanaimo, B.C., Canada e-mail: WWW.RUDYRAH@HOTVOICE.COM SNOW  What is this wonder soft and white, That falls from the sky on this wintery night? Cool and sparkling, light as a feather, It makes its appearance in cold winter weather.  My hair is covered and it's all gray. From my shoulders I brush the crystals away. My tongue is out, to taste the flakes. On roofs it looks like frosting on cakes.  Here comes the plow, to push it aside, Children on sleds, down hillside they slide. Sweet little birds, they pop up their heads, They're awakened by snow,that falls on their beds.  Tree limbs are covered with shimmering white. That look like maidens, dressed with delight. Their limbs bending, under thick white snow. As if thanking God, for love He's bestowed.  I look out my window in wonderment. I know that this magic is heaven sent. I cannot imagine not seeing it fall. A winter without it, I want not to recall.  I never shall leave this wondrous season. For loving it so is the only reason, I live in this region where it snows. As in winter time, my small world glows. -- Submitted by Floria Kelderhouse from New Lenox, Illinois EMAIL: snnipp7@aol.com SPRING UPON WINTER'S DAY This moment amidst a winters day, trees so bare and stark. I smelt that scent upon the breeze that lifts a winter's heart It was that scent , that special scent of spring so near at last Caught in the rain of a blustery shower which passes by so fast What a scent, so fresh so bright to a lift a February day To know that 'ere too long much more will come our way. -- Submitted by Dai Wynne-Jones from UK e-mail: dai.wynne-jones@virgin.net RAINBOWS AND ROSES If I could wish you Spring in December, if I could wish you Christmas in May, if I could wish that you'd always remember, how much you are loved in each and every way. If I could give you life without pain, if I could give you more sun and less rain, if I could give you roses in Winter, prevent every bad thing in your life to enter. If I could put a rainbow in your sky, if I could put angels to dance before your eyes, if I could put always love in your heart, these things, my darling, would only be a start. None of these things I have in my power, I cannot keep you free from all sorrow, but I can love you and always be there, you are my little one so sweet and so fair. -- Submitted by Gloria Lee Sarasin from Trinity, NC e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com THANK YOU Thank you for the moments; Thank you for the years Thanks for always cushioning my worries and my fears Thank you for the inspiration; Thank you for the hope Thank you for making it so effortless to cope Thank you for the conversations; Thank you for the love And for taking me to special places I've been dreaming of Thank you for supporting love, whether near of far Thank you just for being the sister that you are My heart is just rejoicing, it's jumping up and down It's dancing in the meadows and it's spinning all around My heart is doing somersaults, and flip-flops in the air It's doing rolling cartwheels and jumping jacks with flair My heart is doing little swirling spirals in the breeze It's fluttering and twirling and it's tumbling with ease My heart is doing wheelies, it's relishing in fun So grateful is my little heart for all that you have done -- Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA e-mail: escheffey@aol.com THAT'S WHAT I LIKE She's got a hot white body with a black fading top. Older, but not shoddy, she goes be-bop, be-bop. That's how she makes you feel when you're all settled in You gotta take the wheel. Gotta take her for a spin. I love my Ford Mustang with all her gold trim And to see the kids all lusting has me busting to the brim. Conveyed by my sweet girl, I convey that when I drive I'm immune to all the world, and we're ANDIE55. -- Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove, Utah e-mail: Pandie55@hotmail.com CRACK A SMILE Whenever you are feeling sad Your eyes fixed upon the ground You need someone to cheer you up To turn your frown upside down When times can get real rough You need someone to lift your chin Or tickle you 'till you can't breathe Or 'till you simply grin A kiss is just a kiss A hug a mere embrace But nothing beats the worldly known A smile upon the face -- Submitted by Stephanie Inman from New Brighton, PA e-mail: nephyangel@yahoo.com AND HE LISTENED As the lovely bride and the handsome groom Entered the doors of the reception room After their vows were said in the outdoor grandeur Where they prayed the skies would keep their candor, Blue belles walking down the path, Candles lit in the aftermath -- AND HE LISTENED. The bride elegant in her satin gown, Hair piled high upon her crown, Could now relax and enjoy the fun Of family, friends and food; well done! A prayer was said in thanksgiving For blessings of love and blessings for living -- AND HE LISTENED. Guests enjoyed appetizers and dinner, Stuffed mushrooms, chicken on a stick the winners, Roast beef, pasta, veggies, stir fry Succulent taste makes the world go by. The bride hoped for a perfect reception, Everything pointed in the right direction -- AND HE LISTENED. The DJ, the music, the dancing, The hugs and kisses of each romancing, Fathers, mothers, siblings, friends, Dance of life and love that never ends. Happiness wished for the newlyweds, Good health, good fortune, all had said -- AND HE LISTENED. -- Submitted by Floriana Hall from Akron, OHIO e-mail: Floriana102@aol.com The rocks have teeth I do believe As I've been bitten once or twice Betrayed by stone is not so strange For their heart is that of ice. Where are those warm rocks that I search I've heard some have been found I'll find one soon that I am sure If I can just get my head above ground -- Submitted by Joe Lenhardt from Corning, NY e-mail: spacecowboy9@stny.rr.com BIRTHDAYS Birthdays are a loads of fun, I like them a ton. With games, gifts, and a whole bunch of suprises, a time where everyone's heart rises. There's ponies, pirates, and a lot more. I swear to you it is not a bore. But out of all birthdays, your own is the best it isn't as much fun being the guest! -- Submitted by Alissa Manning from Henderson, Nevada BESIDE YOU May they come true, your fondest wishes. May you fulfill your fondest dreams. Please be happy and ambitious no matter how the world seems. Through every single passing year thou shalt not shed one tear, for I will be there right beside you to give you strength and to guide you. -- Submitted by Julia Grace Vogel from Citrus Hieghts, CA e-mail: Frieda Vogel@aol.com LEAVES Fall, leaves fall. Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. Its leaves are fragrant, feathery, showy in their colors beckoning with sexy shrug to come over. Wreaths of leaves blossom and glow in the Indian summer sun. Streams are trilling and frothing in a mad dash to escape the summer calm taunting the leaves for their climax of color, a shade of red caught in the act. Fall, leaves fall. When night's away ushers in a dreamier Autumn day. -- Submitted by Carol Merolla from Johnston, Rhode Island e-mail: AFD10@home.com
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