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Post by Sam on Jan 13, 2009 23:22:41 GMT -6
(Thanks)  Writing is like breathing, coming so naturally... Like an unknown rhythm you carry in your head.. some inner melody... so close to your heart you want the world to see through your eyes the vision you carry inside. Hear the music smell the flowers feel the rain touch the softness embrace the heartbreak absorb the magic for just a moment. And then it is gone.... Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 15, 2009 0:38:07 GMT -6
*Lovely...Spoken as only a poet could speak it, about writing*
~*~
it is gone...
my confidence...
gone like the past summer...
or the day before yesterday...
once, I moved with assurance,
even surrounded by darkness
and total dysfunction...
sure of myself
and my belief,
that if you hang
on, eventually,
everything
gets better...
now, I believe,
perhaps not...
not everything
gets better...
some darkness
cloys our lives,
hangs on,
like walking
pneumonia,
or a fat tick,
head burrowed
under our skin,
refusing to let go,
long after
we leave
the forest
we picked
it up in...
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Post by aims on Jan 15, 2009 21:19:42 GMT -6
Refusing to let go,
long after
we leave
the forest
we picked
it up in...
it growls and claws at us
gnawing playfully at our hands,
and just generally sticking up the car. . .
"why the hell did you have to insist we bring big foot with us,anyway?"
I asked with full annoyance in my voice,
and your reply was evermore irksome,
"he seemed so cute and . . .well, helpless."
I said, "Cute and helpless!!. . . he is 9 feet tall I had to lay the back seat down so he could put his feet in the trunk, he has sharp claws and teeth, and he stinks to high heaven, and let's not even talk about his breath!!!!" |
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Post by Sam on Jan 15, 2009 22:23:48 GMT -6
Uhhh... He stinks to high heaven, and let's not even talk about his breath! But.... When he holds me close to him.. he makes me want to yell... "Take a bath you fucking slob!!! Take a bath you fucking slob!!! Do you need me to give you a hand? You make me want to yell.. Take a bath you fucking slob!!! Take a bath you fucking slob... 'Cause when you are standing next to me I just want to screammmmmm. " (Does anybody here know what song I am playing with?) Hint: Let's hear it for the boy?  Sam |
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Post by aims on Jan 20, 2009 18:02:41 GMT -6
I just want to screammmmmm.
yep I know that song!!
It's from one of my favorite movies too!
"Footloose"!
back when Kevin Bacon wad a lad,
now he looks like someones dad,
but I'm really really glad. . .
that I'm not the only old fart around
who remembers old sights and sound!!! |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 22, 2009 20:26:49 GMT -6
gigglegiggle...you two have me roflm*o...
I fain near fell out of my flight chair in front of the entity aka the computer...
~*~
old sights and sound
is what I find when I drive
through this little town...
over there,
is the water tower
you so adored...
down the street
is the restaurant
that serves up
our favorite
enchilada dish...
several blocks from here
is the theater where
we did share
popcorn
and laughter...
and right here,
in this apartment
often I am overwhelmed
with the sights and sound
of you filling the empty space...
longing washes over me
as I curl up in my bed,
where I swear,
I can still smell
your scent
wafting
from the pillows...
each day, I bolster
my spirit with the knowledge,
sooner or later, we shall
replace the old sights
and sounds
with new ones
we make together...
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Post by aims on Jan 27, 2009 19:15:35 GMT -6
New ones
we make together...
wish they could last forever
but alas they won't
not ever.
I only see you
a smidgen of your life
but I wish that you were my wife. |
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Post by aims on Feb 6, 2009 20:41:42 GMT -6
I wish that you were my wife.
Or rather I wish that I was yours,
Oh yeah, the tomboy wife of the more feminine woman.
but your career is quite demanding of you
and not just your time
If I was yours,
and you were mine
I would feel just fine
to be the background girl
the behind the scenes support
taking care of the woman
so many want something from
more than your time
you can have mine.
I'm an introvert
lived my life like a semi-loner
I really and truly don't need to be the center of attention,
and in fact I don't want to be
I just want to be there for you,
to support you in all you do
to soothe you when weary
an ear for your complaints,
while leaving you free from
restraints
in your line of work
you have a valid excuse
to keep plans loose
your job is more than the average job. |
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Post by aims on Mar 1, 2009 19:22:28 GMT -6
The average job
is not what I have
I do what I want
when I want
as long as I having overlooked some glaring need
no one assigns my work. |
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Post by Sam on Mar 10, 2009 11:56:07 GMT -6
No one assigns my work
it changes every day...
It is frightening to think
no one is secure
in the jobs we hold today.
I walk through the halls
every morning
silently holding my breath,
heart in hand....
wondering what to expect
and if my key still opens the door
to the cubicle I try to call mine...
There is no love lost
in this place cold as ice
where I continually
check for knives
stuck in my back...
And now that I'm older
I feel slightly bolder
and angry
with the way things
are done here today.
Peace,
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 16, 2009 7:50:47 GMT -6
Today I begin
where I left off...
I am starting over?
I can not wait
one minute longer...
to know you.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 20, 2009 10:18:55 GMT -6
You are the reason
I get up everyday,
place this smile
upon my weary face
and head out the door.
You are the only thing
that makes me stay here
in this cold, cold place
I have come to deplore,
try to ignore...
You....this face I see
every time I look in the mirror..
You...that finally mean
something more to me.
You...my only reason.
Sam
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Post by aims on Mar 27, 2009 17:36:45 GMT -6
You...my only reason
for my aching heart
I've loved you from the start.
Sad longings
lonely aches
while my heart slowly breaks. |
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Post by Sam on Apr 8, 2009 7:28:01 GMT -6
My heart slowly breaks
every time I turn the page
of the memory book
I keep in my mind..
Sometimes I wonder
if I will ever recapture
the magic I see
in your eyes.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 23, 2009 21:54:14 GMT -6
Lovely work, mi dos amigas! Your combined works are making this board shine!!!!!
Keep it up and write on! As for me, off to bed am I...Sweet dreams, sweet sweetings!
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Post by aims on Apr 25, 2009 19:06:35 GMT -6
The magic I see
in your eyes
is not really a surprise
the magic fairly oozes from you
no matter what you do
it's true
and I love you,
wish you loved me too.
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Post by aims on May 11, 2009 17:00:24 GMT -6
Too many people are ill
and too many without a job
it makes me want to sob
and pray their needs fill
pray for the worlds economy
and that of our nation
bless oh God, this generation
and each individuals autonomy. |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2009 0:02:23 GMT -6
autonomy
is a rare
commodity
these days...
it's enough
to make you
want to set
your hair on fire!
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Post by aims on Jun 13, 2009 17:54:33 GMT -6
Want to set
your hair on fire?!
nah i like you the way you are
I've liked a redhead or two
but much prefer you as you!! |
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Post by aims on Jun 18, 2009 14:23:32 GMT -6
"You again,"
she said as she looked in the mirror
"what did I do to deserve to be you?"
but even as she said it she knew. . .
she drew the short straw in heaven
to be bread on earth with no leaven,
never rising. |
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Post by Sam on Jun 19, 2009 15:11:51 GMT -6
Never rising in time to watch the sun come over the mountain would be a waste of beauty on earth... Sam (I am going to be a Memaw again) |
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Post by aims on Jun 20, 2009 21:10:36 GMT -6
Never rising in time to watch the sun come over the mountain would be a waste of beauty on earth... Sam (I am going to be a Memaw again) Congrats are in order then!!!! Amy |
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Post by aims on Jun 28, 2009 15:30:24 GMT -6
Beauty on earth...
has a name
and it is Catherine
but I can do naught but
admire this beauty from afar. |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2009 22:29:09 GMT -6
beauty from afar
I have adored
yet, it's not his face
or form that enthralls me
it is the loveliness
of his spirit,
mind and heart
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Post by aims on Jul 7, 2009 18:38:41 GMT -6
clap clap clap bravo my dear poet friend excellent offering!!!
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Spirit,
mind and heart
this is the important part
and so also what intangible embrace
passes between souls in this tangible place
but there is beauty in a voice
or in a face
but again
the invisible blowing spirit wind
animates each and every cherished friend.
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Post by aims on Jul 18, 2009 16:52:30 GMT -6
Each and every cherished friend
is like a refreshing bit of wind.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 19, 2009 17:32:56 GMT -6
*thanks, Aims!*
wind riffles
the crowns of the trees;
wraps my curls about my face
and leaves the taste of hair
tangled upon my tongue
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Post by aims on Aug 9, 2009 12:54:35 GMT -6
The taste of hair
tangled upon my tongue
a song too long unsung
but the melody is sour
in the anxiety laden hour
of trying to want someone I don't want
So I cling to the memory
and dream of the unreachable
and don't touch the impeachable.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 9, 2009 22:31:25 GMT -6
the impeachable
past that didn't last
holds me fast
in its tractor beams
reams of events
the outcome
of which I could not fix
leaving me feeling useless
why cannot a human play god?
because gods do not exist
anymore than easy solutions
save for those with the money to buy them...
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Post by aims on Aug 24, 2009 19:49:06 GMT -6
For those with the money to buy them...
we have these artificial breasts
or perhaps some gluteal enhancements
if not that then we can pump your lips full of collagen
if additions are not your thing we can always take something away
for a price
lax skin perhaps in the face, breasts, buttocks, belly
or there is smart lipo if they are all full of jelly
how much will you pay to be rid of the jiggles
we'll leave enough flexibility so that it barely wiggles. |
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