A Poem
BrokenHearted
by Russell Dumka
Here I sit broken hearted
Mind and Soul, feel like they've departed
Wounded deeply, an open sore
Seeking vengance she evens the score
of a relationship that aught not have started
So here I sit broken hearted.
by Russell Dumka
Here I sit broken hearted
Mind and Soul, feel like they've departed
Wounded deeply, an open sore
Seeking vengance she evens the score
of a relationship that aught not have started
So here I sit broken hearted.
Hey I know that was pretty lame, but if you think you can do better feel free to send in your poems and I'll post them here!
The Death Clock
Ever wonder how time you have left on your ticker.
For the curious, check out this site,
but be warned, you may not like the results.
For the curious, check out this site,
but be warned, you may not like the results.
I Gets Stranger
By Russell Dumka
I gets stranger
Life on the web just gets stranger and stranger.
Life in general is pretty strange.
My life is strange
The future is stranger still
Until, to God I can give my will
On my own I just can't make it,
All I can do is pretend and or fake it
Life sucks, then you get old,
Now you know, my story has been told
By Russell Dumka
I gets stranger
Life on the web just gets stranger and stranger.
Life in general is pretty strange.
My life is strange
The future is stranger still
Until, to God I can give my will
On my own I just can't make it,
All I can do is pretend and or fake it
Life sucks, then you get old,
Now you know, my story has been told
Rhyme Time
By Russell A Dumka
I've got stories to tell and events to relate
But I have no one with whom
to communicate.
My new, to be landlord really has the blues,
I'm sure glad
I'm not in his shoes.
I too was so blue for such a long time,
Now, I can be happy
just making things rhyme.
By Russell A Dumka
I've got stories to tell and events to relate
But I have no one with whom
to communicate.
My new, to be landlord really has the blues,
I'm sure glad
I'm not in his shoes.
I too was so blue for such a long time,
Now, I can be happy
just making things rhyme.
A Pretty Picture
by Russell Dumka
You are a woman of many words and I have but a few.
Your picture was so
pretty I thought I'd take a chance,
I am but a simple man, simple through
and through.
If I could but finish this line I'd have a poem for you!
Your picture was so
pretty I thought I'd take a chance,
I am but a simple man, simple through
and through.
If I could but finish this line I'd have a poem for you!
The Life of my Beard by Gord Shultz
The life of my beard: After a slow start, it came in fairly quickly.
It stayed for awhile, even though, it was quite prickly.
I grew to love the beard like no other,
I even showed it to my mother.
I kept waxing the beard, just like it needed.
That's a stupid looking beard someone tweeted.
I kept the beard anyway,that guy was just jealous.
Everyday I had the beard,I felt more and more rebellious.
So,I get the idea to give it a trim.
What do I do,but mess up. My face looked horribly grim.
I'm going to miss that beard.Now my face feels soft and weird.
Until we meet again my beard!
It stayed for awhile, even though, it was quite prickly.
I grew to love the beard like no other,
I even showed it to my mother.
I kept waxing the beard, just like it needed.
That's a stupid looking beard someone tweeted.
I kept the beard anyway,that guy was just jealous.
Everyday I had the beard,I felt more and more rebellious.
So,I get the idea to give it a trim.
What do I do,but mess up. My face looked horribly grim.
I'm going to miss that beard.Now my face feels soft and weird.
Until we meet again my beard!
