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View the details of this row. 6/29/2006 8:59 AM 
POEM FOR SENIOR CITIZENS!

A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...........
Is what tells each one where to go!
MSN Nickname»Błũêßįŕď_922«
View the details of this row. 6/29/2006 8:54 AM 

Grandma Shoes

When I was very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
All walked around this world
In ugly grandma shoes.

You know the ones I speak of,
those black clunky heeled kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,

For I knew, when I grew old .
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.

But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,

I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these teenage girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And they really think they're neat.

MSN Nickname»Błũêßįŕď_922«
View the details of this row. 2/15/2008 2:35 PM 
HONOR
 
I offered my honor,
 
She honored my offer,
 
And all night long,
 
It was honor and offer. ;-)
MSN NicknameAnalyst4u
View the details of this row. 7/18/2008 3:19 PM 

                        Wine for Two

 

I had just completed a ten page proposal to a multi-million dollar corporation,
attached it to an email and clicked"send". It was almost 3:00am,
I was tired and she had long since gone up to bed and was by now lightly snoring; deviated septum.

I peeked in on the girls who had earlier that day driven their mother crazy at the mall.
Seems they decided to play "ditch" on her and had her frantically searching every store,
nook and cranny of the mall for them while they followed her trhoughout giggling and laughing just out of earshot.
She finally went to security who were just about to put out a "Lost Child"
report over the intercom when the girls walked up with their
"Hi mom where did you go, we were looking all over for you" attitudes.
They were in their room when I got home from work,
their mother chopping salantro in the kitchen,
the look on her face said not to get to near with that knife in her hand.

I heard all about the girl's escapades at dinner,
admonished them and banned them to their room for the rest of the evening with no phone, video games or computer.
They weren't too happy about no computer because in this day and age it is the way youth tend to prefer to communicate with one another.
In my day it was the telephone.
Their mother, after tidying the kitchen and starting the dishwasher,retired to our room for the night with a book and a bottle of wine.
After watching the nightly news I retired to finish up the proposal a wine glass with me.

She was in the tub when I got there,
wine bottle on the floor, she in the tub soaking, glass in hand.
She acutally looked pretty comfy, and I commented that I wish I could join her.
She motioned to a spot next to her...ahhh but I had to decline.
That proposal needed to get there before they arrived at work next morning...
so she shrugged and handed me the bottle.

While she was reading and I was working we chatted about the day.
I told her about the proposed merger which would up my salary...and tax bracket,
she said she felt bad for coming down on the girls so hard but in this day and age...
a little while later she drifted off to sleep and now lied there softly snoring.

So I turned the computer monitor off,
walked to her side of the bed and planted a soft kiss on ther forehead
before banging my shin on the footboard yet again on my way to my side of the bed and cursing silently.
I crawled into bed and turned out the light.

MSN NicknameColleen_O_1953
View the details of this row. 6/27/2006 2:11 AM 
Just testing
MSN NicknameCompleteCheekyGirl
View the details of this row. 3/22/2007 1:55 AM 
Dawning of Spring
 
Tis the dawning of spring
A most beautiful time of year
When Mother Nature awakens
Bringing forth new life to bear
 
Tis been a long cold winter
Whilst Mother Nature was at rest
Tis the dawning of the spring
When she'll be at her best
 
Whilst april's showers
Shall bring forth may's flowers
And Mother Nature's fine art
Will,for a short time,be our's
 
So stop and gaze upon her beauty
If you will
For Mother Nature Performs this precious miracle
But once a year
 
                      Author : George A Bryant Jr.
                            April 4,2005
                            8:39pm EDT
                             Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 2/24/2007 3:40 AM 
One can, but wonder
 
Imagine a world of no diversity,life taken for granted,no curiosity
No thought of the past,no hope for tommorrow
A heart wrenching thought,a world full of sorrow
 
What would be the purpose,what the need
world dominated by hate,
ruled by greed
 
Does this sound familiar
Is this scene at task,the state of the world
which leads us to ask
 
From whence do we come,where are we headed
The seeds we have have sown,the climate
we've created
 
Is it too late,have the lines been drawn
as a society,have we failed
as a race,are we doomed
 
                               
                                     George A. Bryant Jr.
                                   2/23/07    
                               Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 2/12/2007 2:29 AM 
A  Special  "Someone"
 
From the day of one's birth,til the day of one's demise
A constant struggle for survival,a constant battle for one's life
This journey may be but a short one,this quest for life's lessons,which lie in store,a classroom for one's spirit,a special treasure to carry forth
 
If one may be so lucky,If  fate should be so kind
A special soul may greet you,a special "someone" for life's ride
A soulmate to accompany us,with whom life's accolades we may share,a friend to lighten our burdens,a love who really cares
 
So vigilance  upon one's journey,patience upon life's path
Many challenges shall confront you,many filled with life's rath
Still,be open to this gift,be open to this chance,through this special "someone"
Upon you,God's favor hath been cast
 
      George A. Bryant Jr.
2/12/07
Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 2/2/2007 8:39 AM 
 Mighty River
 
From high upon mighty mountains,to lucious valleys below
Curves the mighty river,in search of banks to over flow
To look upon mighty river,so soft,does she seem
Oh,but it be a ruse,with mighty power,does she scream
 
The mighty oak, has she broken,as she bores out her rath
The terror that reigns,as she rolls upon her destructive path
Her beauty can turn to fury,with but a drenching storm
An the land shall change its form,as over banks she swarms
 
So respect this beauty of nature,when so peaceful,she may seem
Remember,despite her beauty,the horror she maybe
She is but a mighty force,as before you ,the river screams
Oh,but to think,she was once a little stream
 
                                 Author : George A Bryant Jr.
                                        September 2,2004
                                        2:51 AM  EDT 
                                         Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 1/28/2007 10:51 PM 
That Last "Goodnight"
 
From the day of one's birth
There's no concept of time,one know's not where they're headed,nor what they'll leave behind
 
Their journey is but a brief one,with no guarantees in life
  From  the dawn of their beginning,
Til that last "goodnight"
 
Tis an existence
Of many hills and valleys,many lessons
for one's soul
Til that last "goodnight",a struggle,of which  one has no control 
 
Life is never fair,neither unfair
You should know,tis but a lesson for our spirit
Enabling us to grow
 
So rejoice with your hills,take your valleys with stride
Remember, life's a gift
Where  no guarantees abide
 
                  George A Bryant Jr.
               1/27/07       
           Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 1/24/2007 2:44 AM 
Mother Earth
Winds o'er the meadows,which bristles in the bright sunshine
          Wild flowers blowing,joining this beautifully windy chime
              New life is flourishing,a gorgously new creation
        Mother earth is so inspired,as we watch with great anticipation
        Though man has harmed her greatly,as for his selfish needs,he explores
           With disdain for her beauty,does he destroy
Whilst earth's climate is changing.
 
Man's damage is wide ranging,the profit he so desires
Burning his world,maybe much beyond repair
Can there be,but a new day dawning
Where man ,with all his "genus",in his faults, he may soon be drowning
When mother earth retaliates,man's fate  may be at stake
His world,he has so damaged
The ability to sustain life,mother earth may soon,be unable to manage.
 
                                  George A. Bryant Jr.
                            1/23/07
                            Copyright ©
 
tis only
 
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 1/15/2007 12:35 PM 
This Question of Life
 
This Question of life
A need of which,one must suffice
A longing,a seeking of knowledge
This quest by man
A need,he cannot admonish
 
Man's search for purpose
His need to know,the powers of life
From whence do they flow
 
Is there such a power
An all "knowing - being"
A great master plan,giving life meaning
 
As man has purged
Through the portals of time
A search,seeming futile
A life,he cannot define
 
Is this knowledge not his destiny
Is he not to know
This beauty of life
Of which,he has no control
 
I say,accept this great gift
Treasure it so
There may be but one chance
Of this,we may never know
 
                 George A.Bryant Jr.
                  1/15/07
                    01:47
                  Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 11/15/2006 10:36 PM 
 Death,A journey of life 
 
Death appears so ominous
An ending to a life,as we now know
The thoughts of it all passing
The earthly treasures,we adore
 
Yet,could it not be a new beginning
A new challenge for our soul
Another notch in our "belt" 
A new lesson,allowing us to grow
 
For life is but a stage
For our spirit to expand
To prepare us for death's journey
So vital to the soul of man
 
                   Auth: George A Bryant Jr.
                         November 13,2005      
                          Copyright ©
 
                 
                       
                            
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 10/12/2006 1:24 AM 
    Life's Lessons
 
When one embarks upon this journey of life
One shall, through out theyears, encounter much strife
The obstacles  will be many more,than one at times can bear
But the rewards will be plentiful,if one would, but not despair
 
Life is but a classroom for our souls to retrieve 
The many lessons in this world,our soul shall receive
And there shall be good,as well as the bad,as will the times we shall also be sad
Thus shall come the times upon which we may grieve
As well as the lessons of love,our souls shall so desperately need
 
We must accept this precious gift of life
As well, the lessons that shall accompany the strife
Tis lessons so important to ones's soul,as upon its journey,it must go
As it continues on its restless path,when our time on earth shall end ,at last
 
                                                    Author : George A Bryant Jr.
                                                              9/11/04
                                                         10:41pm EDT 
                                                          Copyright ©
MSN NicknameGroundhogTaxi5
View the details of this row. 1/15/2007 10:49 AM 
All these poems are beautiful, THANK YOU BOTH.
MSN NicknameMaxine¹1