My Own Special Place.............

[rosylady]

All are http://www.uselessgraphics.com/welcome-18.gif to come and join me here.


It is a place for love and laughter. It is a place for games, jokes, riddles, poems and stories.


So post if you like. Post what you like a favorite picture perhaps?


Just have fun.

 

[rosylady]

This Poem is For All My Friends......

How Many Friends?


The old man turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends have I,
And named off just a few...

He rose quite slow with effort
And sadly shook his head
"A lucky child you are
To have so many friends," he said


But think of what you're saying
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"


A friends a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high


A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there


A true friend is an ally
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot


But most of all a friend is a heart
A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!!!


So think of what I've spoken
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you???


And then he stood and faced me
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered
"If lucky...... one have "I"

"You!!!!"

Author Unknown

 

[rosylady]

This is for everyone........

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[rosylady]

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to OLD LADY

 

[rosylady]

A Riddle..........

"The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place."


Hint: It's in front of you right now

 

[tonitits]

Re: A Riddle..........

"The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place."


Hint: It's in front of you right now

Nice thready Rosylady, don't have anything to post right now. But I will be back.

 

[rosylady]

A song ...........

When You Love Someone by Bryan Adams


When you love someone
You'll do anything
You'll do all the crazy things
That you can't explain
You'll shoot the moon
Put out the sun
When you love someone

You'll deny the truth
Believe a lie
There'll be times that you'll believe
You can really fly
But your lonely nights
Have just begun
When you love someone

When you love someone
You'll feel it deep inside
And nothin' else
Can ever change your mind
When you want someone
When you need someone
When you love someone

When you love someone
You'll sacrifice
You'd give it everything you got
And you won't think twice
You'd risk it all
No matter what may come
When you love someone, hey
You'll shoot the moon
Put out the sun
When you love someone

 

[rosylady]

Re: Re: A Riddle..........

Nice thready Rosylady, don't have anything to post right now. But I will be back.

Thanks Toni, I knew I had a few friends out there.

 

[Slick]

Happy New Year Rosy !!

 

[saltandsand]

hmm

 

[rosylady]

Happy New Year Rosy !!

Happy New Year Slick!!


sorry I missed you.

 

[Old Lady]

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to OLD LADY

[color=dark-blue]TY HONEY.....HOW ARE YOU SWEETY??[/color]



OLD LADY

 

[fallin_snow]

Re: This is for everyone........

http://sscorer.co.uk/Gifs/Hugs.gif

oh i LOVE teddy bears.. and that is just to damn cute!!!!

 

[cookiejar]

Hi Rosy......I love this song....it has special significance to me......

Don Quixote
Gordon Lightfoot

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more

I have come o'er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more

See the jailor with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

 

[rosylady]

hmm

thanks saltandsand for posting.

 

[cookiejar]

Rosy when I was a little girl my grandad used to recite this poem to me.....he knew it by heart.....I love it as I love him......


THE CREAMATION OF SAM McGEE
Robert W. Service


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead--it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

 

[rosylady]

[color=dark-blue]TY HONEY.....HOW ARE YOU SWEETY??[/color]



OLD LADY

Oh, your very welcome.

 

[rosylady]

Re: Re: This is for everyone........

oh i LOVE teddy bears.. and that is just to damn cute!!!!

Isn't it just adorable?

 

[rosylady]

Thanks for the song and the poem Cookie.

I remember the poem.

 

[rosylady]

Re: A Riddle..........

"The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place."


Hint: It's in front of you right now

Does anyone want to try this riddle? Going to give the answer this afternoon.

 

[rosylady]

A new Riddle.........

"I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball."


Hint: It never comes

 

[rosylady]

A joke........

A man dies and goes to Hell. The devil greets him, "You may choose which room you wish to enter. Whichever you choose, the person in that room will switch with you. They'll go to heaven and you'll take over until somebody switches with you. So go on, pick a room."

The devil leads him to the first room where someone is tied to a wall and is being whipped. The second room has someone being burned by a torch. The third has a man getting blown by a naked woman.

"I choose this room!" the man says.

"Very well," the devil says. He walks up to the woman and taps her on the shoulder.

"You can go now. I've found you're replacement."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Re: A joke........

A man dies and goes to Hell. The devil greets him, "You may choose which room you wish to enter. Whichever you choose, the person in that room will switch with you. They'll go to heaven and you'll take over until somebody switches with you. So go on, pick a room."

The devil leads him to the first room where someone is tied to a wall and is being whipped. The second room has someone being burned by a torch. The third has a man getting blown by a naked woman.

"I choose this room!" the man says.

"Very well," the devil says. He walks up to the woman and taps her on the shoulder.

"You can go now. I've found you're replacement."

Laffin
love it Rosy
nice thread love
will post here soon
BD

 

[STUDDOG]

HI ROSY........

Rosy.....I'm sending a poem I like and a big hug for you.


Things I wish for you....

The road of your life to be paved with roses
Your footstep never to encounter a thorn
Your dreams never forgotten
Your sense of wonder never lost
When you stumble, a gentle hand to stay you
When you fall, a loving hand to lift you up
Never to hear words spoken in anger
A beacon of light in the darkness
Tears of joy, not anger or despair
An angel to guard you
A lover to hold you

May you walk the path of your dreams
And never look back with regret.


STUDDOG

 

[rosylady]

Re: HI ROSY........

Rosy.....I'm sending a poem I like and a big hug for you.


Things I wish for you....

The road of your life to be paved with roses
Your footstep never to encounter a thorn
Your dreams never forgotten
Your sense of wonder never lost
When you stumble, a gentle hand to stay you
When you fall, a loving hand to lift you up
Never to hear words spoken in anger
A beacon of light in the darkness
Tears of joy, not anger or despair
An angel to guard you
A lover to hold you

May you walk the path of your dreams
And never look back with regret.


STUDDOG

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, that is so sweet.

Thank you my friend, Stud.







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