Poems

I recently read a poem by Kefka on this forum & got inspired. 

Please add your own poems, or ones by others that you like.

This one below is inspired by the posts on this forum and the thoughts it might provoke - it's meant to be humorous Slight smile

Saying hello, in this welcoming place
(We like meeting new people, in cyberspace)

What are you watching, what books have you read?
(While turning your phone off and staying in bed?)

Clothes & shoe shopping, should we wear slippers?
(Wear robes with bare feet? - but not on big dippers!)

Changing schools & starting a job
(New people that seem like a big noisy mob!)

Here is a Rebel with too many causes
(Thinks: " should I join in? " - Thinks of crowds, and then pauses...)

Thoughts on masking, and not talking
(Though we might be as clever as Stephen Hawking)

"You aren't really autistic coz you can do this..."
(What?! Is that " expert" taking the p...s?)

Late diagnosis, finding your true self
(No one else can find it, but we can all help)

3 good things - that made us smile
(One of our favourite threads, by a mile!)

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  • Not particularly cheerful, but I've always liked this one by Stevie Smith

    Not Waving But Drowning

    Nobody heard him, the dead man,   
    But still he lay moaning:
    I was much further out than you thought   
    And not waving but drowning.

    Poor chap, he always loved larking
    And now he’s dead
    It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
    They said.

    Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   
    (Still the dead one lay moaning)   
    I was much too far out all my life   
    And not waving but drowning

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  • Not particularly cheerful, but I've always liked this one by Stevie Smith

    Not Waving But Drowning

    Nobody heard him, the dead man,   
    But still he lay moaning:
    I was much further out than you thought   
    And not waving but drowning.

    Poor chap, he always loved larking
    And now he’s dead
    It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
    They said.

    Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   
    (Still the dead one lay moaning)   
    I was much too far out all my life   
    And not waving but drowning

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