Nursery Rhymes and Poems

Don’t Go Into The Basement

tdomf_67f5c — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 14:05:45 +0000

Why don’t they ever learn?
To stay put and stay alive,
when nasty things lurk,
It’s not a good idea,wont they realise?
Don’t go into the basement fool,
there’s a bad man down there.
stay in the house where it’s safe,
he could be anywhere?
ignore the spooky noises,
“no don’t”investigate,
hide under the bed you idiot,
before it’s too late.
call the police,be stealthful,
stay silent,in one place,
you’re causing my palms to sweat,
my heart to palpitate.
morning will come,it will be over,
it arrives everyday.
bide your time,and wait it out,
or there’ll be hell to pay.
take my advice see reason,it wont do any good,
have a drink and calm yourself,
please don’t go in the woods!
well,I did warn you ,you could have saved the grief,
why ,oh why,didn’t you listen?you’d still be in one piece.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.

True Love

tdomf_67f5c — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 04:06:20 +0000

You are the sunshine of my heart
give me your hand and we will never be apart

touch my soul and hold me tight
it´s just you and me tonight
To wake up next to you at morning light
I look at you and enjoy this sight

and there is nothing more I like to do
then to watch you sleep – just looking at you
you are my paradise here on earth this I know
your tender touch for me that you show

your passion in your eyes
I can see Love and not any lies
hold me always and forever
and I promise you – I leave never

just look deep into my eyes
and you´ll know – I speak no lies

This poem was written/submitted by Sara.

Secret Of My Heart

tdomf_67f5c — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 04:05:34 +0000

I look in the mirror and try to find my reflection
I can´t see and I need to take immidiate action
I found the reflection only in my heart
its my soul- breaking slowly apart

you are my dream come true
and I will always love you
Every night when the world is dreaming
I am silently weeping

I close my eyes and my heart beats
I need your Love . I need good deeds
you are the light in the darknes, you see?
what I need is for you to caress me

If our Love was a flame
I must tell you without any shame
Thunder and Lightning I give to you in passion
my heart is in your posession

As long as you love me- I can do anything -I flow
no dream is impossible- don´t you know?
I spread my wings and fly to you
cause if tomorrow never comes- how would you know?

So much I like to tell you
cause my Love to you is true

This poem was written/submitted by Sara witt.

Oh I Wish I Was Your Cat

tdomf_67f5c — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 04:05:02 +0000

Oh ,I wish I was your cat,
curled up cosy on your lap.
I’d stretch and contently purr…
lick my sleek,smooth ,silky fur.
Rub my face along your cheek,
relish every moment at your feet.
When It’s time to put me out for the night.
I wont go without a fight.
With cunning stealth I’ll slyly creep,
to lay beside you as you sleep.
I’ll watch you as you slip into dreams,
And feel like the cat that got the cream.

This poem was written/submitted by Lynne Hannah Cannon.

Give Me Strength

tdomf_67f5c — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 23:35:40 +0000

“Give me strength To be patience
when Rival smack me down!
Give me strength to walk
Where others scare to walk!
Give me strength to lead sightless
When others do fail and ignore to do so!
Give me strength to clothe the naked on platform,
while others do watch simply!
Give me strength to forgive when my closest
Pal hurts me though I am blameless and innocent!
Give me strength to stretch my hand for weak and tiny!
Give me strength to encourage the discouraged one,
Though I am in discouragement!
Give me strength to love and forgive the
One who hates and hurts me constantly!
Give me strength to deny myself and sacrifice
My one and only life for someone who is in life struggle”!

This poem was written/submitted by Anandan S..

Swan Lake

tdomf_67f5c — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 18:35:52 +0000

The moon shines on the lake like a dime;
trees move gently
as the wind whispers its secret.
Yellow and red flash
as a gentle being emerges from the path.
Brown tangled mess flows from the head,
the face dirty from
mud, hate and madness, but
her eyes show kindness and affection,
the color of the silver moon.

Stepping into the lake
ripples ran wild
making the moon shimmer on the black water.
Moving to the moon, she stares up,
tears falling, burning her cheeks.
‘It is time,’ she whispers softly.
Sparks fly as the black engulfs her,
the water decreases,
she emerges, hanging her head, sulking.
The moon sparkles on her white body.
There isnt’ a woman on the lake,
there is an embellished swan
sitting on the reflection of,
the silver moon.

This poem was written/submitted by Brooke Smith.

Happy Halloween

tdomf_67f5c — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 07:41:41 +0000

I love,and can’t wait for good old halloween.
Better than any other occasion in between,
the hollowed out pumpkins,even though they smell.
I get all artistic,if I must say so myself.
Scaring small kids ,who could ask for more?
wait in anticipation for them to knock on my door!
disappointment,with no imagination?or vision?
Sweets?no way you’re not going to get them.

A bin bag?dirty face?cheap plastic mask?
satan would be disgusted,are you having a laugh?
Oh,the thrill,the excitement,the devil may care.
In my mind,cackling witches take over the air!
Cauldrons on the boil,waiting to be filled .
Toads,bats and the essential annoying child
though I’ve never tried one I bet they are nice roasted?
Not too sure if it’s legal I might get arrested?
Please scare me some one I need a good fright!
Not a werewolf or vampire or zombie in sight.
so transport me quickly to a time machine.
Back to a time,I’ve missed,never seen.
Gingerbread houses,dark woods and curses.
Spells,possesed mirrors,they all had their uses.
Evil ,and spooky I wont want to come back.
Give me a broom let me soar through the black!
well I can dream?will make do with the day.
The poor misunderstood witches get burnt anyway.
I’ll watch a horror,a d.v.d.I suppose?
fed up with chain saws,prefer a menacing ghost.

Am I sick and twisted?no don’t answer that.
with my undead desires,potions?black cats.

Am I a wanna be sourceress?you are probably right.
want to be the thing that goes bump! in the night?
Well,of course,I’d love it,do it with pleasure.
throw in some chains and then “oooooohs”
for good measure
If I’m a bad girl,I’ll go straight to hell,
I’ll find excitement,it’s warm as well!
Are you wondering could I be a potential crone?
Performing rituals ,evoking visions to chill to the bone?
That’s a secret I can’t tell you I’m afraid.
something I will take to my damp,earthy grave.
(cackle!cackle!)

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.

The Dog

tdomf_67f5c — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 07:41:04 +0000

Our dog must the strangest dog that ever lived?
But he keeps me amused,as well as the kids.
He must wiegh a hundred pounds or more?
and he still looks good in my knickers and bra.
Especially loves,lipstick,hats, fairy wings.
Enjoys dressing up in well?anything.
Seems proud ,struts about,really quite vain.
I have to chase him to undress him again!
“Leave that poor dog alone”I hear myself repeat.
They’ve gone too far he’s got ballet shoes on his feet!
but he’s not bothered,in fact he’s in bliss.
who’d ever think a cross dressing dog would exist?

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.

One Star

tdomf_67f5c — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 07:40:47 +0000

The stars shone bright tonight.
One star shone brighter than the rest.
That star reminded me of you darling.
The brightest star in my life.

One star stood apart from the rest.
One star made my heart pound like a jackhammer.
One star excited my soul.
Giving me tingles from my head to toes.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.

Fireplace

tdomf_67f5c — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 07:39:49 +0000

Flames dancing,
Wood popping,
Satin and lace,
Love by the fireplace.

Soft rug,
Tender hugs,
Sweet kisses,
Lovers’ wishes.

Hot desire,
Bodies on fire,
Ecstasy and passion,
Complete satisfaction.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.