Posted on 07 September 2007 by Latest Movie
She whispered “will it hurt me?”
“Of course not” answered he
“It’s a very simple process,
You can rely on me.”
She said “I’m very frightened,
I’ve not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore.”
It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.
“Calm yourself” he whispered
“His face filled with a grin
“Try and open wider
So I can get it in.”
“It’s coming now” he whispered
“I know” she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said “I am glad I’m having this.”
And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.
She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said “I’m glad I came now
You made it worth my while.”
Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It’s just your dirty mind!!
BY Author Unknown
Posted on 30 August 2007 by Latest Movie
While the clock is steadily ticking
My eye is steadily twitching
And the ticking, tocking clock that’s ticking
Can’t take the hint that I am hinting
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.
But when I sock the clock a mighty wack
The infernal clock just socks me back!
And the swaying ticker that makes me bitter
Mocks and mocks with its never ceasing ticks and tocks
The day goes on with that ticking sound
And upon my face is a mighty frown
That deepens and deepens as the clock ticks more
Ever more insistent than it was before
The night comes yet still I sit,
For who can sleep with that tocking twit
Ticking and tocking until who knows when
But back to the matter, I’ll say it again;
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.
By Nurah M. Rasheed
Posted on 19 August 2007 by Latest Movie
I don’t have an ego problem I’m just a handsome brute
I can drive fast cars, bare back ride and even clay pigeon shoot
I am James Dean and Russell Crowe all rolled into one
I’m just your all round perfect guy, the original sun of a gun.
I have a gentle personality, and can dance like Fred Astaire
My skin has not a blemish and I have the perfect head of hair,
I can speak six different languages and it’s quiet plain to see
That every man who has ever walked wishes he were me.
The life I lead is one of bliss, like the wind I am carefree
I don’t have to look for love, woman fall all over me,
I ‘d like to find the perfect one, have her cradled in my arms
And give her never ending love and she could share my charm.
I hear you ask “Who is this guy” the THOR of the modern era
Would you like to meet this man one day to get the picture clearer,
Would you be humbled in his presence and bow at his command
And wait upon him hand and foot, fulfill all his demands?
The answer is found deep within all those who hear this story
The question is, “Does this man exist, this man of solemn glory”
Some women will say, “this is the man” the dream they long and hanker
I hear a chorus of men cry out, AS IF!………what a bloody wanker.
By Lindsay Steinhardt
Posted on 11 August 2007 by Latest Movie
This just made me think and it’s a serious matter so before you do something stupid make sure that 75% of innocent people aren’t getting hurt! 
The Truth About Drink Driving
I read this in the paper,
And it really made me think;
That a quarter of all road accidents
Can be blamed… directly… on drink.
Now statistics, they tell you, will never lie,
But be wary of how they’re used;
You need your wits about you,
It’s easy to get confused.
If a quarter of accidents are had by drunks,
Then sober people have all the rest;
That’s 75% if I’m not mistaken,
… (My maths never were the best).
But I’m not entirely stupid,
And I plan to stay alive;
So I’m gonna start driving drunk,
I’m three times more likely to survive.
BY Ian Mackay
Posted on 04 August 2007 by Latest Movie
Sick of pick up lines older than your grandma?? Have some fun with this poem!
Are You Talking to Me?“Are you talking to me?” she said passing by
“Yes, you … you … next to the bald-headed guy,
“I think you’re real gorgeous … that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.
“I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies.”
She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
“If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead.”
By Pat Cannard
Posted on 26 July 2007 by Latest Movie
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!
BY Robert Browning
Posted on 12 July 2007 by Latest Movie
First i would like to thank everyone for the inspirational comments when i was feeling so down these past days!! That’s when i remember why i blog and thank you to keep on visiting me and commenting!!
Today i had to deal with the cable TV company guy, as always he put me on hold for like hours and hours and at the end he didn’t fix my problem some of my channels are still missing so I’m dedicating this little poem to that guy!!
The Costumer
Good morning! Thanks for calling us!
We’re pleased to hear from you!
Your call’s important to us
So we’ve placed you in a queue.
Please find your account number and
Be sure it is correct..
It’s twenty digits long and if you
Mis-type, I’ll reject.
I’ll lead you through the whole routine
Please use your touch type phone.
Press eight and follow with the hash
After you hear the tone.
If you are a new client here..
Press two, ..if old, press three.
Press four in case we’ve done something
With which you disagree!
You have pressed four, please wait a moment
While I transfer you..
And please enjoy, while we play you
A symphony or two!
Our staff are all too busy now
To talk to such as you
Your call is so important that
We’ve placed you in a queue.”
Time passes and the music lingers
On, and bye and bye..
My cheek and ear go fast asleep,
My wrist gets R.S.I. But wait!
It may be there is hope!
I hear a ringing sound,
At last a human voice is heard
After the runaround!
“Good morning, this is Ladies wear
And may we help somehow?
Complaints?.. Oh! Just hang on a tick
I’ll transfer you right now!…”
“Good morning! Thanks for calling us!
We’re pleased to hear from you!
Your call’s important to us
So we’ve placed you in a queue.”
by Frank Halliwell
Posted on 29 June 2007 by Latest Movie
I’m thinking of getting back on the dating scene but it’s soo complicated i don’t know if i can play that game right now … so i leave you with a poem that reminds me why i’m single now…
MEN No need to fear a growling bear
Or a dark forboding stranger.
But all you women on this earth
Beware of one grave danger!
Times have changed from years ago
But still it’s just as then.
Be on your guard and on the watch
For our enemy is…. MEN!
There are many of them in the world,
Different, yet they’re all the same.
How often has one said “I love you”,
Then next week forgets your name?!
Where do they get the lines they use?
“Do you come here often?” “Beautiful eyes!”
It may sound good to hear them talk
But we know they’re full of lies.
Make sure to watch for subtle tricks
Like “Loosen up, have a drink.”
You’ll know what his true motives are,
If you have the time to think.
You’d think they’d change as they mature,
Since wisdom comes with age.
But truthfully they never do
Outgrow that youthful stage.
The world would be a better place.
Without men. But still I doubt
That I would be much happier because
“Can’t live with them….or without.
By Anita MacGillis
Posted on 17 June 2007 by Latest Movie
ALWAYS AND EVER
That tall, handsome man who held me before I could walkHe with strong hands that applauded just as I learned to talkWho held my bike seat and ran along side meHis strides far wider than I could even see?Once, with a pencil, he drew the boat he rode inside…when war came and he left with the tide.His smile was kind; his workday long; his whistle always warbled a mellow song.Sharp was his mind; gentle his ways; kind was his heart all of his days!I’d only known him since I arrived on this earthHe was there…loving me from the day of my birth.Somehow, even now, I can feel him aroundAnd I know that someday when I leave this groundI’ll see him again and he’ll guide me as beforeToward our Father’s heavenly home and the open door.My Dad!
By Barbara J. Crisco
Posted on 11 June 2007 by Latest Movie
I have to confess this to you, today i feel sooo romantic, i don’t know why i swear i don’t have a crush on anyone (besides the postman!)… it’s like i’m surrounded by a love feeling… ah it must be spring!! The birds singing…. everything is so beautiful these days!
Ok i’m over it but i’ll leave you with a poem!
At LastAt last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life’s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time’s remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover’s vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
by Elizabeth Akers Allen
