PoB's Quotes, Poems, Rhyms, and Limmericks

😄 I love your stuff.. really good, and I find myself reading some of my own emotions/ situations in your poetry, like the one about your own world that no one else knows, yet people intrude with lies, etc.. I can relate. Really nice stuff. 😊

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo

Originally posted by Jesus
[b]My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you,
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

I guess 'The Lord' doesn't teach originality... [/B]

And I didn't know 'The Lord' was a member of KMC..😑 When did he start posting ? 😕

Yeah no kidding. But whatever, if OBLH trying to make people feel bad, its not working.

**snickers* God is probably laughing at the humans because we are all so freaking goofy.

😆 Oh probably!! 😄

Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.

and i mean that truly

Yes indeed. *snif* 😉 happy birthday Yo! ahhahha!

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.

omg! cry That was very beautiful dearest hug kisses

Originally posted by Coldfire
omg! cry That was very beautiful dearest hug kisses

yay!!!!💃

Lol 😄 kisses

HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Ahhh, DW. I haven't seen you in awhile. How has life been treating you?

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Lol, and what exactly did you find so goofy?? 😛

Life is good man, real good. Glad to still be breathin in O2. Just wanna get my residency up here so I can go to college without outta state tuition fees.

Goofy is the Saturday Night Fever (shouldnt it be saturnight? saturday night seems like an oxymoron...) Banana and all the smilies and just nice simple humor with a bit of care. Hahahaha... just is nice to see.

Hey, Prince, where is that poem you promised?? get crackin! hahaha! c ya!

Lol you just make me smile all the time DW, cuz you always seem to be happy 😊 Yes Prince, I would like another poem pleeeease

*grins* 😉 hey baby, you knooooowwwww what I like.... hahahaha! (chantilly lace by the big bopper i think...) yeah, too long depressed, got happy, and am really glad to be happy!!!

They were told that there was no hope.
The odds were pilled high.
These men and women with family.
Were all marching with guns to die.

But these soldiers were different.
The way they walked, and faught.
These soldiers looked at life differntly,
The way we should be taught.

Because not once did they ever feel sorry.
Not once did they ever cry.
Not once did they ever not give thanks.
On this terrible December nigh.

But these soldiers that I called brothers.
And sisters, who went to war.
Had died that very same evening.
So that I could live another morn.

And so in memory of those Soldiers.
Those brave and True Wild Geese.
You gave your Life for the FTA,
So that children could play again.

In memory of the Wild Geese who died during the tracker wars on June 6th 1999. I dedicate this poem to them and DW.

May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
May GOD hold you in the palm of his hand.~Motto of the Wild Geese.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
They were told that there was no hope.
The odds were pilled high.
These men and women with family.
Were all marching with guns to die.

But these soldiers were different.
The way they walked, and faught.
These soldiers looked at life differntly,
The way we should be taught.

Because not once did they ever feel sorry.
Not once did they ever cry.
Not once did they ever not give thanks.
On this terrible December nigh.

But these soldiers that I called brothers.
And sisters, who went to war.
Had died that very same evening.
So that I could live another morn.

And so in memory of those Soldiers.
Those brave and True Wild Geese.
You gave your Life for the FTA,
So that children could play again.

In memory of the Wild Geese who died during the tracker wars on June 6th 1999. I dedicate this poem to them and DW.

May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
May GOD hold you in the palm of his hand.~Motto of the Wild Geese.

great poem dude. and thanks. although i feel kinda stupid, cause i havent heard of the tracker wars.... what happened? (was in a comm blackout in 99)

no I think the years is right though. Anyway I pmed you the whole story. For those who wish to read it also, your just a tap away...

Nice poem 🙂