ONCE UPON A TIME
THERE WAS JAMINE3922
AND rara777 TOO
AND DONT FOR GET
CHE , WOW
JUST LOOK AND SEE
HOW MANY MORE MENDY2
FRIENDS ON
HERE THERE COULD BE
WOULD IT BE NICE IF WE
ALL COULD MEE AND
HAVE A CUP OF TEA

there was no sun
there was no moon
in my heart
there was no tune
with out you
it seem like the end
I hope you still
will remain
my friend
The sun will come out
the moon with shine
in darkness
with you in my
life
say you will be
mind

Well...
Perhaps someday,
Not too far away
We could actually meet
That would really be neat...
But first there must be
A winning ticket you see,
So I could share the wealth
Supposing we're all in good health,
And send a ticket to every good soul
On Mingle2, Oh, what a goal!
A dream this I know, but yet
I can dream, right..? What the heck!
I suppose I should at least buy a ticket, I say
Cause you can't win if... if you don't play!

...Ms Jaz I would just like to say
That your kind words surpise me today.
I never know what to expect,
Or what mood that you may get
But I always enjoy all your posts
Unless it's me you're mad at the most...
I thank you for making me smile
With your poem, for sharing your style.
Words are a powerful thing....
And so is the kindness you bring.
Thank you for including me...
In your prayers to the Lord Almighty! (smiles)

THE MYSTERY OF CHE_

The mystery of Che_ is the rest of the name.
Could it hide telling emotions or blame?
If it stood for Che_ese would it make her a cook?
If it stood for Che_esy would we demand a look?
If it stood for Che_er would we offer her a beer?
The possibilities are endless; the meaning not clear.

Perhaps it means Che_ap so she won't loan us money.
Or perhaps it is Che_ep with a bird voice like honey.
But whatever the ending we must consider the source.
Be she Che_ery or Che_rub there is no remorse.
One could ask if she acknowledged the query,
Or be thankful she is here to make merry.

Metalwing your quite a thing
you make my heart want to sing
I'm still waiting for the bling
that you once promised me.

The mind wanders like a rabbit.
What it produces is seldom a habit.
One could offer a ton of bling,
Which must surely come from a king.
The value of life starts with a friend,
It's non blinglike value will never end.
Trust your feelings to judge a soul,
Trust your friends to empty the bowl
Of snacks you provide and offer with cheer.
"More party mix please!" and "Got any beer?"

Metal is a master cook
I'm glad he's not a master crook!

He douses the site with food and laughter
To many on here, it's what they're after!

Jas is a playful girl,
Quick to join in a game.
She cooks an oyster with a pearl,
But dishes are seldom the same.

She has a fave,
That gets a rave.
But has no pig's feet.

Some menus are sane,
With healthy restrain,
But her peppers have no heat.

I met this guy.
He fed me pie,
and ribs and BBQ.
But jeans still fit
(praise God for it)
and for friendly Minglers, too!

Galend came to Texas
Looking for a job.
She ate a pile of BBQ ribs
Leaving the corn on the cob.

See spied a pie and took a bite
leaving the veggies alone.
She ate more pie and tons of ribs
Striping them to the bone.

A crawfish head she did suck
While cruising local wares.
Boudin sticks went down her throat
while having no more cares.

She discovered a quick fix for smiles
As fried pies slipped into her pockets.
"More ribs!" she exclaimed as she became
A fan of the Houston Rockets.

She shopped for cheese, amazing fruits
And Mexican piccadillo.
She smiled at the green and the peoples lack of mean
And made friends with the giant Hornadillo.

Metalwing is a kind man.
He fries my eggs in a frying pan.
He is sweet as can be.
Maybe he's the man for me?

Maybe Jlove is the best
We'll have to put her to the test!
Can she cook while wearing a smile?
Or does a cookbook fill her pile?

she cook with a smile
while she sit and
chat with you awhile
what else can she do
she cook be a best friend
to you
wow that great so she
the one, she looks like
fun

Mendy plays the game of rhyme
While having fun and killing time.
She spreads the word of kindly fun
While keeping others on the run
To match her poems with spurts of wit
That cause a burst or laughing fit
And brings the crowd back for more
And keeps their little tummies sore.

once up on a time
when the dating game came
in my younger times
I look so young
and had tight tummy
and buns
and dates come
all the time
I had beautiful eyes
and was alittle shy
I came easy to me
for my men
friends to see
what a kind person
I could be
but that was
once upon a time

oh lady with yellow wings
how Id like to hear you sing
the songs of poems
and youll never go wrong
oh lady of yellow wings
it shows the person you are
For you I WISH
upon a star
that you get all your
wishs where ever you are
oh lady with the yellow wings

As a guy with yellow wings
I never really learned to sing.
I studied math and geeky stuff
To earn my bread and pastry fluff.

But beauty is not from the eye,
It comes from deep inside (and pie).
Without the brain we would see not,
So memories are still true a lot.

I guess I should refrain from posting,
I killed the thread and deserve a roasting.

I love the humor of this feller
His cooking skills are quite stellar
He has knowledge to debate the best
He's from Texas which explains the rest