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Post by roadrunner3 on Jan 5, 2008 7:43:25 GMT -6
Your brain panics Too much to do Too true, too true You'll never get through But you're Winnie the Pooh And in the midst of your stew You drink down a slew Of honey and choose To lay on the couch For a minute or two And before you know it You snooze, you snooze.  |
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Post by Sam on Jan 7, 2008 12:38:15 GMT -6
You snooze, you lose. For gifts given and refused are lost forever, floating away in the atmosphere... Bring them back!!! These gifts we share are too precious to live out eternity without them, or you, near me....  Sam |
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Post by Sam on Jan 9, 2008 14:23:52 GMT -6
Near me
is where
you need
to be......
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 10, 2008 9:23:03 GMT -6
You need
to be
right here
by my side.....
I need to feel
your body
next to mine.
all the time...
Every day
I wake
and before
I open my eyes...
my dreams,
they fade away
and I realize,
I am waiting,
waiting for you...
and I smile....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jan 12, 2008 21:30:59 GMT -6
I smile...
Calm in the knowledge
I know who I am...
Who I need in my life...
And who I don't need near me...
Those best kept at arm's length...
Possibly, even at a further distance...
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Post by Sam on Jan 15, 2008 11:40:41 GMT -6
Even at a further distance
I can see your face clearly.
You never change.
You never age.
You are pure perfection,
to these old eyes of mine....
Tear drops fall
and land on my chest,
as I again relive the past...
Even at a further distance
I choose you from all the rest.
My love, my heart, I wait....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jan 15, 2008 23:36:00 GMT -6
My love, my heart, I wait...
For the return of my soulmate...
Breath bated, caught in my throat...
A chill of lonliness shivering my flesh...
Longing for the warmth a coat
cannot provide for me...
Only being in your three feet of space,
your arms encircling me, tightly pressing,
flattening my breasts against your chest
can thaw me out, soothe my unrequitedness...
My love, my heart, I wait...
For the return of my soulmate...
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Post by Sam on Jan 16, 2008 13:17:57 GMT -6
My soulmate..
I fear I have simply
passed you by.
Walked right by you
somewhere in my life,
passed you on the street,
down the hall,
in an elevator,
or by the water's edge
on a springtime day.
Perhaps we sat
near each other
on a plane,
in a class,
at church,
or even a bar?
I may never know....
But I do know
I am waiting now
for you
and only you,
and I will know you
when I see you,
as I know you
will know me....
All of these other men
are imposters...
not seeing or interested
in the real me....
Filled with talk
about themselves
and not listening
to the words I say.
It should never
be that way
between lovers
or even friends...
So why pretend?
I can no longer
play the game.....
I wait....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jan 19, 2008 17:58:25 GMT -6
I wait...
And wait...
To wait some more...
For he that holds
my heart in his hands
to walk out those sliding
glassine airport doors
and into these waiting arms, again...
As I'd far rather...Wait...
And wait...To wait some more...
For him...Than to have another man
touch this woman in any way, shape, or fashion...
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Post by Sam on Jan 29, 2008 21:25:23 GMT -6
To have another man
touch this woman
in any way, shape, or fashion...
seems so alien and artificial
to this old heart and soul....
Perhaps I am growing old
and that part of me has died...
already gone away from me
for I can not feel anymore,
I don't care for the awkward
hands of any man upon me.
Strange hands feel like plastic
touching my skin.
Touching, yet not touching,
leaving me empty inside...
frigid comes to mind.
But, is it me or you?
Where is the hunger
of youth?
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 30, 2008 12:58:57 GMT -6
Where is the hunger
of youth?
The passion?
The enthusiasm?
The raw energy?
Is it gone from me
or merely locked up,
somewhere....waiting
to be set free?
Have I waited too long
in my search for a
true love that lasts?
I don't think so.....
For how could that be?
The time has flown.
How quick it has gone...
Living with regrets
too many maybes
and should haves.
Too many daydreams
about love and forevers,
to ever let love in.
Could be...
Good possibility....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 31, 2008 13:07:16 GMT -6
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Is there anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Is there anyone at home?
Hello
Hello!
Hello!
I need someone to talk too...
I need someone to hear me..
Is there anyone at home?
(Ok...I can add a poem all day!!)
If I only had a little inspiration........
And that book...
And that lamp....
and that's all I need....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 1, 2008 12:36:11 GMT -6
Good possibility,
I will make it
through this day!
Good possibility,
I'll stay immune
to the words you say....
Good possibility,
it was meant
to be this way...
Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2008 9:31:12 GMT -6
It was meant to be this way, I know it's true. You loving me, me loving you. Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Feb 7, 2008 19:57:42 GMT -6
Me loving you...
You loving me...
Happened long before
we met in net or real time...
We were always in each
other's heads, hearts,
spirits, dreams and fantasies...
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Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2008 12:31:54 GMT -6
Dreams and fantasies
come alive within me
and my heart soars
with more happiness
than mere words
can ever express,
whenever you are near.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 14, 2008 12:56:05 GMT -6
Whenever you are near, (I hear a symphony)....Just kidding!! (I have been watching too much Idol) Where is everyone?  ?? Peace! Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2008 22:06:10 GMT -6
where...
where is...
where is everyone?
perhaps...
perhaps Sweeney
Todd has opened
a barbershop
on the forum?
anyone
for a meat pie?
(can you say, Nir watched Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman and Timothy Spall doing up Sweeney Todd in high style? LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!)
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Post by Sam on Feb 28, 2008 12:38:31 GMT -6
Anyone for a meat pie? A tasty scone perhaps? A spot of tea to ease the pain of this weary neverending Thursday? Sam  |
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Post by amnacar on Feb 28, 2008 13:28:25 GMT -6
neverending Thursday?
Well, of course not...
for Thursdays are prone to ending
although they seem to extend themselves
into wormholes
where time stretches taunt
like rubber bands ready to snap
with impatience for Fridays
(thank God for)
but neverending?
Thursday ends wistfully,
worthy of an Emily Dickinson poem
of an ordinary day.
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Post by Sam on Mar 3, 2008 22:40:44 GMT -6
Thursday ends wistfully,
worthy of an Emily Dickinson poem
of an ordinary day...
Nothing extraordinary,
yet, perfect in every way.
For humble hearts
and tender spirits
can still find the simple magic
in an ordinary day...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Mar 4, 2008 21:27:39 GMT -6
in an ordinary day...
we lay about
doing nothing...
and yet, everything...
everything we dreamed
of doing we did...
in an ordinary day...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Mar 18, 2008 21:20:58 GMT -6
in an ordinary day...
seek accord in every way
with the values that give sway
to the person you portray
then when your day is done
all your moments in the sun
with congruence build upon
what had already begun.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 24, 2008 19:42:50 GMT -6
what has already begun
was meant to happen...
why, it was set into motion
long before it gatecrashed
into your three feet
of individual space...
destiny rushes to meet us all
many times, when we least expect it--
in an ordinary day...
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 7:07:00 GMT -6
An ordinary day...
has suddenly been changed
into something magical...
made just for me!!
Though the air is crisp
the sun shine overhead
warms my tender soul
and I am blessed.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 1, 2008 7:21:27 GMT -6
I am blessed...
Surrounded by loved ones
and a cornecopia of friends...
And when the darkness of depression
prevades my spirit, I remember this--
I am blessed far, far more
than I am cursed...
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 11:39:34 GMT -6
I am blessed far, far more
than I am cursed...
I will keep repeating
and repeating this thought
until all else leaves my mind
and I am finally filled
with only peaceful thoughts...
of you, and yesterdays long past,
of tomorrows yet to come,
and of todays warmth
filling and rejuvenating my spirit...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 1, 2008 16:54:20 GMT -6
my spirit has a mind of it's own...
given it's choice, it would opt
for an out of body experience...
and most likely never return
home to this worthless vessel...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Apr 1, 2008 21:02:55 GMT -6
this worthless vessel
battered and tossed
scorched, then frozen,
now covered with moss
needs certain credit
for staying the course
for plowing through waves
of grief and remorse
for carrying me on
to sunnier climes
so on your sweet shores
I daily can dine.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 6, 2008 19:21:16 GMT -6
I can daily dine
on sunshine,
moonshine
and starshine...
Instead,
I get a daily plate
of a job I really hate!
[ggglggglgggl]
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