When I feel bored I like to read
My hungry mind it wants to feed
I guess I could just twiddle my thumbs
Or perhaps start a poem game with some of my chums!

Your turn TVSAT...make a rhyme pal!

Let's play!

Hmm... Roses are Red
Violets Are Blue
BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU!



hahahahahah

Jokiing Love ya'll .. <3

ESP told me that's what you would do,
The "roses are red and violets are blue",
But I don't care, as long as you'll try
Even if your words make me cry!

Ahhh, the fun that you want is satellite TV chat
That's where your mind and your heart's really at!
You don't want rhyming games and all of that tat
After all that's why you've taken the name TVSAT.

It seems there's a shortage of rhyming ability
Among the folk that may use this facility.
Or maybe they're shy, or just hiding away,
Keeping their talents from light of the day.

Alisa, my friend, the gauntlet is thrown
So rise to the challenge, type fingers to bone
And see who will be, when all's said and done,
The Queen of the Couplet. It's bound to be fun!

Birdy birdy in the sky
He drop whitewash in my eye
Me no laugh
Me no cry
Me just glad that cows don't fly

First I'll start with a bone I'd like to pick,
Yes with you TVSAT
don't worry I'll be quick.
You made Alisa cry and that's not nice,
Be good from now on
don't make me tell you twice.

Now on to you Dragonwyst my dear,
Your words are like music
to my sweet ear.
Your verses they flow with such magical ease,
Leave your words on this thread
as much as you please.

And last but not least I haven't forgotten,
To leave out Alisa
now that would be rotten.
Her childlike games bring laughter for all,
I love her to pieces
the girl's a damn ball.

Now I must go farewell everyone,
Dishes are calling
chores to be done.
When I turn on the faucet I start to cry,
'Cause when water hits them
THEY MULTIPLY!

Y'all are VERY Good!

Now let's see , can I hope to compare...

Sometimes poetry flows with ease
As if adrift on gentle breeze
The words appear and are so clear
I let them flow with ne'er a fear

But sometimes my mental tongue's in knots
The flowing stops with clogs and clots
I worried this might be one of those times
When I couldn't produce a string that rhymes

Oh, and I have been to Dragonwyst's site
And read poems there with great delight
With silver tongue her words are strung
I love the ones done for the young

And Jimjam your poems tickled me pink
Cute and clever, that's what I think
I loved the last bit about chores to be done
Like Dr. Suess, you made it almost sound fun!

Why, thank you both for such kind praise.
It's clear you both can turn each phrase
Into a rhyme, and rhythmic fun
shall now abound for everyone.

And yes, Alisa, there are times
when words won't flow and nothing rhymes
And muses seem to disappear
To anywhere that isn't here!

My friends, my friends
my glorious friends
Your well chosen words
amuse me to no end
How I wish we all lived
close enough to hang out
Good friends, love and laughter
that's what life's all about
We'd giggle, we'd cook out
a bonfire or two
Then I'd hand you a beer
and say "This Bud's for you!"

I so agree we would all get together
And make a gorgeous flock of birds-of-a-feather
Though I must admit my fortune is good
That at least Dragonwyst's in my neck of wood

But I remain so thankful for my friends on-line
Better friends in person I would never find
Because I get to know you all soul-to-soul
And for me there is no greater goal



I'd like to say more, but it's one of those days
When my brain is experiencing patches of haze
But pass me the beer maybe that will help
It probably can't hurt...ha ha ha

I've spent four long years growing roots in this town
and had nought but acquaintances - you'd think I'd be down.
But the solitude time is for growing - it's good.
And now friends are appearing as fast as they should.
I treasure the friends I have all round the earth
and delight in our sharing of wisdom and mirth.


Aarrggh - couldn't rhyme decently with world or globe!!thank heavens for earth!

Spirit, spirit everywhere, but do you want to see it?
It’s scary if you let fear in and then you’re apt to flee it.

If it’s denied then it will hide and seem not to be seen,
Until the heart and mind are freed and inner eyes are keen.

But if you can embrace it will show you awesome sights.
It opens doors to ladders that you climb to higher heights!

Not quite in the same the vein, but a poem anyway....


Aussie Frogs aren't at home
That is why I have composed this poem
Aus-City forums, Dave and Alisa
Have worked very hard to make Froggers lives easier
Sooner or later the 'Frogs must must go
Auscity Forum members will be the first to know
So to when we go, heaven knows when
From time to time expect a few of us to visit again!