Poetry Pages

I like this...I can really relate to it!
Shopping...arrrggghhh!!! Definitely not one of my favorite activities!

Thanks Moonflower!
I checked out your Poetry Page and I must say I really like your poem "That was then...This is now". It made me giggle...it's so true!

Thanks Nekot for taking the time to leave a little comment on my story!
I've been writing Little Johnny stories for a while now....so I've got a few more up my sleeve...

Greed

Feed me words,
And all the love I deserve.
Feed me with tenderness,
Feed me till I am whole.
Come feed,
My dirty black soul.

So sweet!
I love this one...just like your poem November!

Thanks moonflower!
Glad you enjoyed my little poem!

Thanks Graeme for reading and commenting!
I must of read my story a least a hundred times...and a little mistake still got through...
Thanks for pointing it out!

The Chronicles Of Johnny. Snap, crackle and pop! Ah! Breakfast! The best time of the day, Thought little Johnny, Munching away. Listening to the cereal, Joyously sing, Snap, crackle and pop! Little Johnny chomped, To their happy little tune. The rhythm, Gave him inspiration, Snap, crackle and pop! ...

Beautiful...and really sweet
A poem that I much enjoyed...

I hope you don't mind me pointing out just a little detail that jumped to my eyes...

Your a friend, a love beyond déjà vu.

Isn't it meant to be "you're a friend, a love beyond déjà vu."

A very, very moving write that brought tears to my eyes...

Just simply lovely...
That is exactly what I like the most about the winter months, being in the street and smelling the lovely smell of smoke coming from the cosy fireplaces.

Yes!!! beautifully sweet!
Love can lift our feet from the ground...
You have worded it perfectly

Very, very funny...
can't stop laughing...
Every story has a moral...so I suppose this one would be "Don't mess with weasels, take bags123 word of advise, he knows how it feels"

I know the feeling...I've got a bit of a habit of saying silly things!
It's funny though that once kids hit 12/13 they seem to be embarrassed by whatever their parents say or do! Luckly for us they grow out of it...

Your poem made me think...Life should be lived to the full, so if ever the worst did happen at least you will know that you have appreciated every second of it...
Nice write...