ankaree: (*007 Yellow Flower)
It seems lately that my brain has decided to disappear to parts unknown, so I thought this poem would be a perfect one to share with you. I'm sure there are others out there on my flist who can sympathize with me. Hey, maybe we should form a 'forgetter's' club *g*... but then again, we'd probably forget where it is *snickers*.

And, yeah, sorry this is a few days late... I, ummmm, sort of forgot to post it on Monday. See what I mean, my brain is totally gone! *g*


My forgetter's getting better
but my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny
but, to me, it is no joke.

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
if I really should be "there".
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer.

Often times I walk into a room,
say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
a zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
where it is safe, but, gee!
the person it is safest from
is, generally, ME!

When shopping I may see someone,
say "Hi" and have a chat,
then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who the heck was that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
while my rememberer is broke,
and it's driving me plumb crazy
and that truly isn't any joke!

ankaree: (*007 Yellow Flower)
Happy Monday flist! For this week, I thought I'd share this cute little poem about smiling.



Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,
when someone smiled at me today, I stared smiling, too.
I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin,
when he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile, then realized its worth,
a single smile, just like mine, could travel 'round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected,
let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected!

ankaree: (*007 Yellow Flower)
I hope everyone on my flist had a great weekend! The weather here was gorgeous. The snow is finally all melted so I was able to get outside to do a bit of spring garden clean-up. After a long winter, it's always exciting to see my plants beginning to poke up through the soil. I thought for this week's 'Thought For The Week' it would be appropriate to share a little poem about gardens *g*.

Hugs, Chris


My garden is a tiny plot,
a mini-world,
a micro-dot.
A single rose,
a rustic chair,
a breath of lilac
lingering there.
My garden is a tiny plot,
a paradise,
a hallowed spot.

~by Karen Rene~

ankaree: (*007 Yellow Flower)
For ages now I've been collecting poems and verses. I thought that instead of keeping them to myself it would be nice to share them with you here on my LJ. On the Monday of each week I'll post a 'thought for the week' which will either be a verse or a poem. I had done this a while ago on a Yahoo group I had once belonged to and people seemed to enjoy them. I'm hoping that you will enjoy what I share with you as well.

To begin with, here's a little poem about friendship that I've always loved.

There's a miracle called friendship
that dwells within the heart,
And you don't know how it happened
or where it gets it start...
But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
And you realize that friendship
is a very precious gift.


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