wow. I really liked that poem..it was awsome..wow. Keep up your great work.


~Ashley

Beautiful, once again. I love when you write new poems.

*clings to her bubby* I'm glad that being around us and being on SS has reignited your poetry writing bug, because you're very gifted. Very. Gifted.

*loves you*

loves you too....thank you.......

That was so touching. I really loved the symbolism of life with light. It's used often but work so effectively. And I really liked the life stages. Go you, you snazzy writer you! *gives you a writer's cap*

okay, after some kinda serious poems....I promised to do a silly one so here's one I think most of us can relate too........


Hersheys Kiss




I'd love to eat the entire bag
no other treat's like this
wrapped in foil with that paper tag
A simple Hersheys Kiss

The moment the bag is opened up
Those old memories begin to swell
Where you were when your Mom or Dad
Introduced you to that smell.

As a reward for a job well done
Or an after dinner treat
You'd even clean your bedroom up
'cause the taste just couldn't be beat.

Unlike most other treats you got
You'd chew and swallow down
But you let the kiss melt in your mouth
And the chocolate linger 'round

How addictive is it's sweetness
As we open it with care
How we peek inside the wrapping
Just to see what's hidden there.

And when the bag's been emptied
And the scent hangs on the walls
You still have lots fun playing with
All those tiny foil balls.


..........spots

well since nobody liked my Hershey kiss poem, I'll try once more with the humor thing then it's back to doom and gloom.......

I wrote this tonight while "watching" my daughter's gymnastic practice.....well call it multi-tasking...lol

MEESE

A moose is a moose, and it rhymes with a goose

But the similarities end there,

While the moose can be found in a herd on the ground,

You’ll find geese in a flock in the air.



Now the funniest thing about more than one goose

Is, with gooses, we call them all geese,

But, yet when ten mooses gather for tea,

We still call them all moose and not meese.



So if mooses aren’t meese, even though gooses are geese,

Maybe we should say meese for two mouses,

But when a mouse meets a mouse, inside more than one house,

We use mice, but not hice, and say houses.



It’s not fishes it’s fish, but it’s wishes, not wish,

And there’s no way to keep it all clear,

We use lions, and tigers and bears, which we fear

But, with more than one deer, it’s still deer.



How silly a language we have with no rules,

Where the last cars on trains are cabooses,

Where three mice are not meese, three gooses are geese,

But a herd of ten moose isn’t mooses.

Hope you enjoy my twisted sense of humor.....it entertains me all of the time....lol...Spots

BRO! It's awesome!

a letter found in Sirius' cell after he escaped (boy what a difference it would have made it this had been found sooner......)


Dear Harry
I’m writing you this letter now to leave you with no doubt

That I’m not who they say I am, or to fear, when I break out.

You’ve heard of me, but all you know is their side of the attack

What you don’t know is the truth about me, your Godfather, Sirius Black.

Twelve years of living in this cell for what I didn’t do

Twelve years of running from the truth for Peter Petigrew.

You may not understand our world, the secrets that we hold

But magic can conceal us all, unless that trust be sold.

Your parent’s hearts were dear to me, your father James’ best man

To hide your family from their side as Secret Keep was the plan.

But Petigrew was in his debt, a debt he dared repay

To tell him where the Potters hid, would be his only way.

A worthless boy, not much a man, I feared he couldn’t keep it

But even though I knew it wrong, I gave to him, my secret.

How proud he must have been that day to give word to his Master

That he’d delivered you and cleared his debt forever after.

I feared that I had been mistaken but it was too late

For when I went to check on you, I froze at your front gate.

The house was nearly leveled, the walls crumbling to the ground

I searched the ashes for a sign, your cry, the only sound.

I picked you up and held you close, still looking for the others

A cry that someone else had lived, your Father’s or your Mother’s.

When none was heard I realized, what I had done to you

I’d killed your parents, my best friends, by trusting Petigrew.

When Hagrid came to take you out, I gave you without fight

And offered him the safest route on my magical motorbike.

And I set off for Petigrew to avenge what I had done

I found him in a nearby town still laughing, on the run.

I called him out into the street so witnesses would see

I raised my wand to kill him but he had one more trick for me.

His wand was hid behind his back, he used it to explode

Killing muggles all around him and escaping through the road.

All he left behind, a finger, as that rat scurried away

And the truth has been gone with him until just the other day.

In a picture, on the shoulder of a redhead in a hat

Was the unmistakable figure of the missing-fingered rat.

"He’s alive!" I told myself, and I’ve sworn now to break free

So the world will know the truth that it was him, it wasn’t me.

So Harry please take caution for Petigrew is near

But don’t reveal what I have said until I catch him there.

So all can see what he really is and then they’ll know the truth

But I’m destined to this cell in Azkaban without the proof.

And when this all is over and I’m free once again

You can come and live with me, your Godfather, as it should have been.

Sirius

Okay, in the spirit of the season and giving total credit to the orginal author once again I have borrowed the theme of this next poem to inject some HP humor......enjoy


Twas the Night before NEWTs (not N. E. W. T.)


'Twas the night before NEWTs, and in all Common Rooms,

All the students were snoring, asleep next to their brooms.

Their robes were all hung by the chimney with care,

Scents of parchment and ink quills still hung in the air.

The children were nestled in their beds with four posts,

While visions of Chocolate Frogs danced round like ghosts.

With Ron in his blankets, and I in my cap,

We’d all settled down for a short pre-test nap,

When out on the grounds there arose such a noise,

I sprang from my bed and I woke up the boys.

Away to the window we went like a group,

We all crowded to see, as we leaned on the stoop.

The cloud-covered moon shed no light down below,

And they wouldn’t have been seen it if it weren’t for the snow.

When, what we all saw making jingles and jangles,

Was an oversized sleigh, being towed by eight thestrals,

With a monstrous old driver, so lively and vivid,

We knew in a moment it had to be Hagrid.

More rapid than owls his charges they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and he called each by name;

"Now, Draco! now, Goyle!, Zabini! and Bletchley!

On, Montague!, Parkinson!, Crabbe and Finch-Fletchley!

To the top o’ the towers! You mangy ole lot!,

Now dash away quickly, before I get hot!"

As the Willow reached desperately trying to wallop,

To the sky and beyond did the spectacle gallop,

So up to the castle-top turrets they flew,

With the sleigh full of notes and ole Rubeus too.

And then, with a crashing that made for a crisis

"Well they’re Slytherin," we all said, "so that noise shouldn’t surprise us."

As I drew out my wand hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney ole Rubeus came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, that was dingy and ashen,

We just knew his coat’s source, would become next week’s new lesson,

A bundle of things he had strapped to both arms,

And he looked like a giant with the goods from two farms.

His eyes -- how glossed over!, his dimples were blazing!

His cheeks were all flushed, that he walked, was amazing!

His gargantuan mouth was just humming a song,

And the beard on his chin was three parchment rolls long,

The pipe that he smoked was a big as a tree,

It’s smoke circled his head like a wreath…. times three;

His broad face and round belly, though enormous, were soothing,

And they shook, when he laughed, like a fresh Yorkshire pudding.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old git,

And we laughed when we saw him, in spite of our wit;

But a wink of his eye and a twist of his beard,

Soon gave us to know, it was not what we feared;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,

He passed notes all around and I just had to ask.

"Why these notes about hippogryffs?, blast-ended skrewts?"
He said they’re to help us all study for NEWTs.

We offered him pumpkin juice, "Hagrid, have some?"

But he answered us, "Naw…got any red currant rum?"

We didn’t, so he finished passing out all his notes,

Then he turned and he gathered up both of his totes.

And laying his finger aside of his face,

He amazingly disappeared back up that space.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,

And away they all flew like bat out of ….um, heck….lol

But I heard him exclaim, as we went back to rest,

"Happy Christmas to all, and good luck with your tests!"



Spots

Hi Spots.... er Fang is it now?! I saw your name and had to take a peek!! These are absolutely fabulous!!! My favorite is the cheer!!! I too was a cheerleader for years!! And a fellow Gryffindor of course!!

You can't help but love him anyway!!!

You are extremely talented... and I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!! to see the Snape one!!! You are more than welcome to do more than one on him! You won't hear complaints from us!

well thanks serena, (and you can use, Spots or eric) I actually already did one on Snape you can see it in the middle of this page
Snape I'm glad you liked them, I'll try and keep things going this term.......

Boy, have I got egg on my face!!! I thought there was only one page! I've definitely been missing out!! The internet has been acting up on SS today and yesterday afternoon, but still! And, it is Friday, and almost time to lea