By a grove of ash slowly flows a stream,
Following me hauntingly even in dream.
The eddying of water surrounding the stones,
Soothing the aches and pains from out of my bones.... more »
Warming waters washing over me,
It was the time of my baptising.... more »
The nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.
Elizabethan houses built long years ago,
They had gracefully aged ever so slow.... more »
I watched the Sun slowly hiding its face.
It was in the year 'ninety-nine'.... more »
I've got Pills and Tablets, Lotions and Potions,
Some are used to calm the emotions.
The colours are lovely, All beautiful and bright,
I take a few in the morning others at night.... more »
I hear the whispers of the night,
Strange sounds are all around.
Huddled deep in my bed with fright,
Listening to my heart pound.... more »
On going to my local Church today,
I listened quietly to the congregation pray.
Then they sang a hymn of praise,
This old hymn did my spirits raise.... more »
They are singing my favourite Hymns again,
In the Chapel on top of the hill,
I quietly join in with each refrain,
And still feel the age-old thrill.... more »
Strolling over hills and dales,
Wandering through the land of Wales.... more »
Some are black and some are white,
Others are in between.
There are red and yellow, dark and light,
Many we have never seen.... more »
I listen to the beat of wings,
The birds are busy building nests.
This is a wondrous thing,
That birds can do the best.... more »
The pulley wheels are spinning fast,
Leather bands drive strange machines.
Lights flickering, shadows cast,
So it was in my dreams.... more »
So you cursed the cop that stopped you while speeding,
He spoiled your day with a monetary fine.... more »
I have great love for my Teddy Bear,
I take him with me everywhere.
He was well known at my school,
Being quiet and gentle he broke no rule.... more »
In my house there lives some ghosts,
Mischief is their second name.
They always seem to be drinking toasts,
Usually from my best champagne.... more »
What shall I write about today?
Nothing comes into my mind,
It seems that I do not have much to say,
Saying nothing is sometimes very kind.... more »
Barley, Oats, Wheat and Rye.
Four field fruits I hold very high.
Wheat for our bread and cakes,
and all of the delicacies that the Baker makes.... more »
Please slow down, Take things easy,
Going too fast makes one feel queasy.
No one can enjoy a life that is too fast,
Sometimes it is better to be late and come in last.... more »
On my bookshelf there is a book,
When I am in doubt I take a look.... more »
A rucksack on my back,
With automatic rifle at the ready.
Waiting for the next attack,
Steady Comrades, steady.... more »
A field of buttercups as far as the eye can see,
Should I walk across them, They had done no harm to me.... more »
Mine will be a watery grave,
I feel it in my bones.
Men will me in canvass sew,
And weigh me down with stones.... more »
Wings of dark evenly spread,
Flatter slowly around my head.
Everything is deepening gloom
A Foreboding of my very doom.... more »
Today it's raining cats and dogs,
Tomorrow it might be raining frogs.
If I should drink some syrup of figs,
perhaps tomorrow it will rain some pigs.... more »
Guide this my hand; guide it well,
Over virgin paper so pure and white.
Let me a story of love tell.
Love that is filled with delight... more »
I wrote a letter to Santa Claus,
Asking if there was room on his sleigh.... more »
I have listened to music from a gramophone,
It is somewhat tinny and false in tone.
I have also heard melodies from the radio,
That set my feet tapping I was rearing to go.... more »
While sailing across the wide Indian Ocean,
My stomach queasy, from the rolling motion.
I took a stroll along the upper deck,
A scarf tied loosely around my neck... more »
I will take a train and head for the sun,
Life at the moment is not much fun.
The sandy beach on a far away shore,
With Palm trees and Coconuts galore.... more »
In the silence of the night when all should be still,
I hear the loud roar of traffic going over the hill.
In the far distance I hear the sounds of a train,
All slowly builds up into a noisy loud...... more »
I really do not know what to do,
In fact I have not a clue.
There is something that needs to be done,
Not knowing what it is is certainly no fun.... more »
A window box full of flowers,
They are such a lovely treat.
I gaze at them for hours,
For they are extra sweet.... more »
Once upon a time long, long ago,
When life’s pace went ever so slow.
People had time to see life’s run,
No rush or hurry to get things done.... more »
Soldiers dug in, in the ground,
bullets flying all around.
The deadly machine gun’s rattle,
Men caught in the midst of battle.... more »
A place by the fire in my old arm chair,
I am alone with no one my fire to share.
The crackling of logs burning bright,
Consoling me in my weary plight.... more »
Round full Silvery Moon,
Lighting the darkest night.
Many a lover did swoon,
At such a glorious sight.... more »
Comments about Bernard Shaw
A Dream.
My spirits soar on high,
Inebriated with thoughts so pure.
I now can fly,
Nothing is obscure.
Spiritual healing is taking place,
As I rise to heavens realms.
Beams of joy cover my face,
Nothing can me overwhelm.
I have seen the heavens gates,
Beautiful light paves the way,
Music sweet to soul and ear,
I have nothing more to say.
Teddy Bear.
I have great love for my Teddy Bear,
I take him with me everywhere.
He was well known at my school,
Being quiet and gentle he broke no rule.
When I go to bed at night,
With him by my side I need no light.
We cuddle each other as I go to sleep,
When we are together no tears do I weep.
Together we have slowly grown old,
No. This is not George Bernard Shaw. If the author's name is Bernard Shaw, that's a tough bar to be measured by. If not, be yourself.
“Most people go to their grave with their music inside them.” (GBS for real) Be sure to claim your music.
I had classes until 3 o'clock.
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Yes, these poems are by George Bernard Shaw, the British/Irish playwright who is very well known.
Please can anyone confirm that these poems are by GEORGE Bernard Shaw, the Irish playwright, or is there another Bernard Shaw poet?
Do these dummies not realize that Shaw has been dead for over 60 years? This is called Comments ABOUT Bernard Shaw, not TO him. Jeez.
Hello Mr. Bernard Shaw,
I´m a pupil of the HLA Graz-Eggenberg. I have been reading your poem 'Teddy Bear' and for a moment I must think of feelings when I was a small girl. I believe this is for instance a feeling which the reader of a poem should have. I mean that you really have the ability to put many true feelings into your poems. And this is admirable. I hope you will always have fun to write poems. Good luck for your future.
In admiration,
Claudia Klotz
Dear Bernard Shaw
I'm convinced that you are a very good poemwriter. My favourite poems is 'Silvery Moon' because it is so wonderful. I also get every day a poem from your homepage to my e-mail adress and I'm always happy when I can read one of them.
Love,
Martina Kocher HLA Eggenberg