A Poem for your Username

[Daisy]

Who'd like to play?

The challenge is to find a poem or song that relates to your Username on GRU.


Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.
In a big quarrelsome house like ours
They try it sometimes—but no,
I root them up because they’re my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;
Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.
Daisies, double red daisies for me,
The beautifulest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that’s my mark:
I paint it in all my books!
It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,
How neat and lovely it looks!
So don’t forget that it’s my trade mark;
Don’t copy it in your books.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;
Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.
Daisies, double red daisies for me,
The beautifulest flowers in the garden.

Robert Graves

[Bizzy Lizzy]

Lizzie, Lizzie,
I'm so busy,
Don't know what to do.
Goodbye dear, I'm off to the street.
Can't stop now,
I'm cornering wheat.
I shall keep on till I'm dizzy,
Till the deal goes through.
Lizzie, I'm so busy,
I'm making a pile for you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - --
Don't be deceived,
If you've ever believed
That my taste for hard labor is small.
Stifle the lurking
Idea that I'm shirking,
I never stop working at all.
I may have loafed in the past,
But I am busy at last,
I've found employment and I'm
Working away all the time.

Lizzie, Lizzie,
I'm so busy,
Busy loving you.
That's the job that suits me the best,
Though I never get any rest.
I shall keep on till I'm dizzy
But I shan't get through.
Lizzie, I'm so busy,
So won't you get busy too?
Put to music by Jerome Kern for the show Have A Heart 1917

[Nanto2girls]

Can't find one for me.

[Mimi]

Mimi...hold me
a little longer...
Rock me a little more.
Tell me another story...
(You've only told me four)
Let me sleep on
your shoulder...
I love your happy smile...
I'll always love you...
Mimi...so stay
with me a while

[Daisy]

BL and Mimi - both excellent choices.

Nanto - awww, I'll see if I can find one for you.

[Daisy]

Nanto - this is the best I can do at the moment - the last line being the significant one!




© Earline Brasher
June 2007
Grandchildren

Sometimes I really do wonder,
Why they are called grand?
Then I know A Loving Grandmother
Can always fully understand.
You get that important phone call
You have waited for so long,
Excitement really kicks in,
As you arrive and rush down the hall.
You see that precious baby,
Gender really doesn't matter at all.
It brings back many memories
Of when your children were so small.
You congratulate the parents,
As you see mother and baby are o.k.,
You know without a doubt,
This was done in own God's way.
Many sacrifices made along the way,
Are very much worthwhile,
When you see that sweet little face,
And that bright cheery smile.
Time rocks on as they grow and grow,
Then comes their future, rushing to and fro,
They will always be our babies,
If anyone should ask,
They are all very special,
From the first one to the last!!!!


Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poe...#ixzz3gpPxWXee
Family Friend Poems

[Gemini]

We Geminis

We Geminis are a curious lot and always on the go
We analyze and criticize while following our natural flow

Our childish personality is evident, that's why we like to play
The imagination is unlimited and leads our mind astray

Flitting from project to project, restless as a butterfly in May
We like intrigue, and excitement of the chase until we catch our prey

We are the chameleons of the zodiac and reflect every change
Our versatility makes us adaptable, situations we rearrange

Being attracted to the philosophical and the intellect of the mind
The Sagittarius holds our interest being loving and kind

Emotional and loving, excitement and variety we crave
Life with a Gemini is never dull, for a partner who is patient and brave


© amysticwriter,

[Oma]

Though I may be busy now,
And spreading my own wings,
Don't ever think you're off my mind,
There's always memories.

You were there for me when I first spoke,
You were there when I would cry,
Oma you were my best friend,
And perfect in my eyes,

Even though I may not get,
To see you all the time,
Or sit you down and reminisce,
You're always on my mind.

I never get so busy that,
I don't think of you and smile,
And remember all those times you made
My childhood worthwhile.

You taught me how to read my books,
You taught me how to care,
You showed me how the world went round,
And taught me how to share.

So now I'll take some time to sit,
And share my words with you,
And let you how much I care,
About the things you do.

I hope your birthday brings you treats,
And many big delights,
A present of the grandest type,
Would fit you just so right.

Thank you for all that you do,
And all you've ever done,
I appreciate my every day for,
You've filled my life with Sun.

[Nanto2girls]

Thanks for finding my poem Daisy. All these poems are lovely.

[Qwerty]

I'm Tech -NO Good source by Robert Broadbent


I don't seem to learn much
The way I really should
I always press the wrong keys
A techno I'm no good

I try to play those online games
But before I have begun
I find the race is over
And Candy Crush has won

I sit and stare at keyboards
My senses all desert me
I can never understand
Why the letters are in QWERTY

I googled into google
Just to see what google said
The computer told me no such word
It's messing wiv me ead

I've had enough, cant take no more
QWERTY has lost her thrill
I can fair better with
my parchment and my quill

[Guest]

It's a bit long!

This height a ministering angel might select:
For from the summit of Black Comb (dread name
Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest range
Of unobstructed prospect may be seen
That British ground commands:—low dusky tracts,
Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cambrian hills
To the southwest, a multitudinous show ;
And, in a line of eyesight linked with these,
The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birth
To Teviot's stream, to Annan, Tweed, and Clyde: —
Crowding the quarter whence the sun comes forth,
Gigantic mountains rough with crags; beneath,
Right at the imperial station's western base.
Main ocean, breaking audibly, and stretched
Far into silent regions blue and pale;—
And visibly engirding Mona's Isle,
That, as we left the plain, before our sight
Stood like a lofty mount, uplifting slowly
(Above the convex of the watery globe)
Into clear view the cultured fields that streak
Her habitable shores, but now appears
A dwindled object, and submits to lie
At the spectator's feet.—Yon azure ridge.
Is it a perishable cloud? or there
Do we behold the line of Erin's coast?
Land sometimes by the roving shepherd-swain
(Like the bright confines of another world)
Not doubtfully perceived.—Look homeward now!
In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene
The spectacle, how pure!—Of Nature's works,
In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea,
A revelation infinite it seems;
Display august of man's inheritance,
Of Britain's calm felicity and power!

[Guest]

It's by William Wordsworth

[Daisy]

Ladies - what an interesting variety of poems - and how resourceful of you all!

MS - I hope you enjoy the view from your ministering angel's lofty perch.

QWERTY - that made me laugh out loud - although I know your technical skills are up to scratch.

Oma - I think a lot of us can relate to that poem.

Gemini - that's me as well - same star sign!!!

[Grauntie Mag]

No chance !

[Grauntie Mag]

I can't find a poem for Grauntie Mag
Though I've looked and looked inside my bag
I found many things I thought I'd lost
Including a letter which missed the post!
I'm sure there must be one to find
But if there isn't I won't mind.
I'll just pretend, that's what I'll do,
Then I can be like all of you!