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Rough Nights.

ROUGH NIGHTS.

Now do you think that this is right,
I have to get up in the middle of the night.
There is no reason why I shouldn't.
But my poor wife, wishes that I wouldn't.
Now what do you think that I should do.
Should I come and talk to you.
I once talked things over with the Sand Man.
If he can't help me, then who can.
There are many things to discuss with you,
Such as why my Pyjamas are not new.
Or we could talk about my pillow case,
And the reason why it frames my face.
Now about my sheets so gleaming white.
Must they crumple at my sight.
Then of course there is the bed.
Never a tear for me it's shed.
And on the floor the chamber pot.
Should I use it, should I not.
As you may see, I have problems galore.
The Wife is blessed with a very loud snore.
Its enough you know to make me weep,
How can she have such a wonderful sleep?
I must get up, I'm fully awake,
I think I'll go and have some cake.
I might even make a cup of tea,
And wake the wife to share it with me.
My life at night is never a bore,
Not with the Wife's very loud snore.
So just bear with me for tonight,
As the Wife snores with all her might.

 

Bernard Shaw.
 

— Bernard Shaw, Mar 20, 2010

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weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

who do you think might value from reading this?

As a piece of humourous verse at least break it into stanxas to help the demographic you seem to be reaching for. Maybe ad some Benny Hill jokes, oh, you did. Cheers, Jess, As Salman Rushdie said, (and it is on the back of the Neopoet tshirts) “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep”
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Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Wierdelf

Please enlighten me, who or what is Benny Hill? What has Salman Rushdie to do with my poem? The poem is an attempt at some humour, Up till now many have found the poem funny and that is what I was aiming at. Salman Rushdie as far as I know is the man that has upset millions of Muslims around the world by writing about a religion that is different to the Christian Religion. By the way the Christian religion has very much bloodshed on its hands just read back through History. I am looking for some of your work perhaps I will be able to be a little more positive on what you have written. Bern
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

Forget Benny hill, an english TV comedian,

I am only human and sometimes review more harshly than deserved, dictated by my mood. This is fun and amusing but really would improve in my opinion by breaking it into verses. The Rushdie quote is just my tagline, I love Rushdie as a writer and poet and honestly don't think "The Satanic Verses" were grounds for a death fatwa. And I totally agree with you that far too much Muslim bashing goes on, Christian history up to and including the present has a great deal to answer for. You can add or edit your tagline at My Account * Advanced Settings Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie
xena465

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

This is great Bern. I love

This is great Bern. I love the content the rhyme and the flow...I love it very much. Rosina xena465
BS

Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Rosina.

Thank you Rosina, May I ask you a question? Are you really so sad as your picture shows or is it deep concentration on your part? Her is a poem that might cheer you up if you are down. Love bern Puppy Dog. I gazed into those deep brown eyes, And was immediately mesmerised. A two-month-old puppy just for me alone, I knew that I must groom him and give him a home As he grew I taught him some tricks, I was the one that got the most kicks. I would get him to lie down and die for the Queen, That is a trick that most people have not seen. Every day we went for long walks, He listened carefully to all of my long-winded talks. Sleeping by the side of my bed, On his two front paws his wonderful head. A wagging tail told me that he was at ease, Just a wonderful dog that did me please. Food was no problem he ate what I gave, At the edge of my plate titbits I did save When my meal was finished I placed them in his nap, He gobbled them down as if to say there’s a good chap. We were together for many a long year. To me he was someone very dear. If you get the chance to look into a Puppy’s eyes, I just know that you are in for a surprise. It might be that you too will have found a true friend, Some one to help you your time to spend. © Bernard Shaw
xena465

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Lovely poem just for

Lovely poem just for me...Gee Bern I'm really touched. Yes I do look rather sad in this photo. I try to pretend that it's my thinking face. I took this one, via WebCam, a few weeks before Christmas when my wee pet rat, Xena, had just had an operation for Breast Cancer. Sadly, she had to be put to sleep 2 weeks later, as the Cancer returned. She lived her full life, which for pet rats is 2/3 years. She was 3 years old I bought her when she was 10 weeks old. But I have a new pet rat called Zak, and he's filled part of the hole that she left behind. I am considering posting a new photo soon, with a smile. How can I not smile with such a thoughtful poem from you. Rosina xena465
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magics02

16 years 2 months ago

This is a cute poem Bern

I liked this Bern and just reading the mechanics so I am not considering addressing them at your request. I see you have a fairy tale book, how nice and good for you. As you know we are all poets here and no one can constitute who is a poet or who is not, it is just one's own personal opinion. Do not stear from yourself and your work as we know we only write from the heart and mind and soul, whichever comes first or last is something that is our choice and rightfully so Love Mona
BS

Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Mona.

Thank you Mona for your comment. My fairy tales I wrote for children it was something for me to do to help combat my Parkinson illness. I strarted by writing poems about fairies thenit came to my first little story. Here is one of my fairy poems. Greetings from bern. Fairy Lights. I took the Fairies to town to see the Christmas lights. They were all so happy they gave small cries of delight. The next day they excitedly told this to The Fairy Queen. Now lighting was something she had never before seen. Fairyland in winter is dark when the moon does not shine. A well-lit Fairyland on winter nights would be nearly divine. Her Majesty asked me if I myself could install such light. I said, “I could but they would not be quite so bright.” Her Majesty gave me some pots of Leprechauns gold. I took this to the bank where it was quickly all sold. With the money I bought light bulbs and wires. Fittings and switches and four small electric fires. I placed a fitting and wiring every fifty yards or so. The little folk all helped me I kept them on the go. The main switch for the lights I built in my old house. I placed it in the care of a responsible young mouse. Each and every day in winter at seven o’clock at night. It was the mouse’s job to switch on the electric light. The four electric fires were for the railway stations. To keep the fairies warm from other hot nations. In one long week all the lights and fires were installed. From all over Fairyland the Little Folk were called. When all were gathered for this great occasion. It was as if there had been a peaceful invasion. Pixies, Imps, Trolls, Fairies and all of the Leprechauns. Heralded this great event by playing on their Fairy horns. I then sent a message to my responsible young mouse. He excitedly tripped the electric switch in my old house. Fairyland for the very first time was lit at night. Applause and cries from the little folk showing their delight. Her Royal Majesty The Most Gracious Fairy Queen. Rewarded me with the biggest diamond I had ever seen. A feast was held it was to be remembered for years. I went back to my home with a loud chorus of cheers. As I laid myself down in my comfy four-poster bed. Dreams of electric bills went flashing through my head. In my Fairyland all is done by ancient magic. Those electric bills are not really so very tragic. © Bernard Shaw
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magics02

16 years 2 months ago

Wonderful story here Bern and greaat job again

You know you inspire me to write my childrens poems into a book such as yours andnow how can I get a copy of your wonderful book? Just a lovely person you are Love Mona Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.
BS

Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Mona.

Mona my book is in most good book shops all over the globe, five hundred and four fairy tales.I thought that perhaps Mums and Dads and Grandparent could read a fairy tale each evening there would be enough stories to last well over a a year. Keep smiling greetings love bern.
BS

Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Mona.

Mona I would love to sign one of my books for you but alas I cannot get out and about because of my illness. Have you any ideas of how I can manage to sign a book for you. Love bern
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magics02

16 years 2 months ago

I would say

I could buy one and send it to you for signing but that would probably take a while. I will pm you aabout it as I would love to have it to read to all the little kids that love these stories. Love it Mona xoxo