Have you ever
heard, or said, "They should learn English!" Not so fast.
Kids have flexible brains and can somehow do it, but adults? Not
so easy. The Chaos...
Here is a touching poem
Charlie Chaplin wrote when he was 79
years old, which makes a good New Year's resolution too.
you remember your first love? Not just a childhood crush, but an
all consuming passion. Maybe it lasted; probably it didn't.
A great poem by Hilda Graham to enjoy, and to
read to your children or grandchildren at bedtime:
I Wonder Why
An answer to the age-old question? Found in
Tip du Jour's
great newsletter: What is Life?
Submitted by Dorcas McIntosh, age13:
A Glass Box.
From son Mark (Zog) Metcalf
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Tupperware manager Heidi Rosen
called our attention to this great inspirational poem by
Marv Hardin, entitled:
Train of Life.
- Hilda's Graham's
Thanksgiving Day - don't forget those far
away while you enjoy!
- Dr. Charles J. Kaiser of Miami has a new
take on the story of the Great Flood. Listen up, those of you with
flood problems.... or conversely, water shortages:
Bella Smith, who is a classical music conductor and poet has
forwarded a beautiful and interesting site:
- From frequent contributor
Sherry Benson this anonymous poem with "true" humor:
"I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and have a New Year filled with good
health, happiness and peace. Here is a poem I wrote regarding
New Years Resolutions."
Forwarded to us for Christmas by contributor
Greetings from Patrick Ginsbach - Ich
wŁnsche Euch allen ein frohes und gesegnetes
Weihnachtsfest und einen guten Rutsch ins
Jahr 2004 ! (German)
Hilda Graham wrote this poem
aboard ship while coming the the USA as a war bride in 1946.
great newsletter, this Thanksgiving
- One way to promote your health (mental and
physical) and live longer and happier is to maintain strong social and/or
family ties, and for those with religious beliefs, regular involvement and
attendance at a place of worship can make a big difference. Here's a
poem by Donna Moore about her beliefs; It's
- Granddaughter Jackie Metcalf and I have two
generations between us - one reason I can never claim to understand her way
of looking at things, our shared "bad genes" non-withstanding. Her
poetry since she was about nine years old leaves one thinking... and
Everywhere, In Everything. But
that's what poetry should do, provoke another point of view.
- From Contributor Hilda Graham: "It is
getting to be that time of year again. Time to take care of our yards. Here
is a little something I wrote."
Bless Our Lawn.
had a birthday yesterday, and received the best present a Mom could possibly
get from her daughter Julie. Read "WHAT MY MOM
MEANS TO ME!" Happy Birthday, Hilda, and many more to share
with your family and friends, and our readers.
Another poem from
Great-Aunt Amelia's scrapbook,
from an age when little boys wore dresses until a "certain age" and girls
NEVER wore trousers: Pockets!
When something so unexpected as the Columbia
disaster happens, we are all reminded how fragile life really is.
Here's a poem by Hilda Graham: God's
Here's some lovely
from Hilda about bygone times as a child in England, plus her Christmas poem
that we can take to heart throughout the coming year,
has written a poem; read it and let it rattle around your subconscious as
you work toward forming your New Year's Resolutions.
Mister Skunk from Hilda; a children's' poem and little story.
Happy Halloween, from Hilda,
dedicated to her grandchildren.
You Turned Away :
This poem expresses the pain still felt by someone who was
molested as a child.
Granddaughter Jackie found
this poem on a site for rape victims: Anger
Granddaughter Jackie sends
another poem she wrote, defining weather as an animal:
Alex Pettus, a fifth grader who
attends the Lutheran extended care where granddaughter Jackie volunteers,
wrote this poem, Tiger, Tiger.
After a quick search on the web
where I found the poem forwarded to me, "I'm
Glad You're in my Dash", published on various sites with no
attribution as to author, I posted it also. I have been notified that
this is a copyrighted item and the author is Linda Ellis. She has a
really great site; take a look and you can read the poem at
Hilda Graham sends another poem
with a timely comment on our kids in today's society. It asks:
Is This The Real World?
Part of my compulsive creativity stems from
insomnia. After a near-dawn cup of ginger tea and listening to Aaron
Neville's "A Change is Gonna Come", I went back to bed and composed this
Here's a great new poem from Hilda Graham:
My Red, Red Rose.
It's windstorm season again.
Hilda Graham has seen a major one first-hand - and has sent us another poem:
The Lubbock Tornado.
Hilda sends a poem,
The Years We've Shared. Beautiful
sentiments, which I share too.
From Aunt Amelia's Scrapbook -
How to be Happy
Rep Linda Mann forwards us Gentle Hugs.
Here's a poem from granddaughter Jackie:
Who am I ?
Headline Haiku? I can't believe this site, called to my
ChefAl of Great World Chefs. How do you find
these things, Chef Al, and still find time to cook?
Do you know what a haiku is? A
delectable morsel of food? A lovely object of art? A healing
inspiration? A lost child's lament? A subtle witticism?
A silent song in your mind? Take a look at Lark
on Phone Wires
and get ready to enjoy!
I'm inspired by Granddaughter Jackie's
English assignment about weather as compared to an animal. I jotted
this one down;
The Spider. Jackie will probably come
through with additional ones. Here's a summer assignment;
send me some more!
Granddaughter Jackie was asked in school to
write a poem comparing any animal with a weather phenomenon.
Forwarded from a
Fuller Brush customer, Patricia
I Went to a Party, Mom. Read it and
take positive action!
Discussion of a small squabble between far
relatives, fortunately now resolved, reminded me of Bob Eberth's great poem,
Tickling the Porcupine.
I Am A
Closed Box by granddaughter Jackie.
- It's hard enough when higher income women
are divorced, abandoned or widowed, but it's cruel indeed in the lower
income strata, where it seems to most often take place. I wrote this
poem. "Somebody Should Have Told
Me", in 1968 in sympathy with these mothers.
- An ode to March,
by my grandmother, Ellen Church Williamson, written in 1944.
Also an index to her poems
and stories about her.
- For anyone who has lost a beloved pet and
wonders if dogs go to heaven: a poem,
Waiting at the Gate.
- Reprinted with permission from Confidence in
a Can, a former site that provided low cost pre-formatted workbooks for
persons in the health care field:
It's Not My Fault You're Old by Ann McMillan.
- I wrote this poem,
Contrasts, many years ago with my great-aunt
Amelia Hine in mind.
Irish Blessing - and more - from Tara.
It isn't good luck to miss this one!
- A contribution from granddaughter Jackie:
School (Middle): some reasons for disliking
school, from both ends.
at Me from the head of our
distributorship. For those in contact with the elderly; we'll all be
Submit your poem (or your kid's or grandkid's with their
permission) to: Poetry.