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Post by Sam on Feb 23, 2007 14:27:50 GMT -6
Until tomorrow's light...
throws me right back
in the middle...
waiting to be free....
I feel like sometimes
I'm just living
for the weekends now
that's just no way to feel.....
Days come and go
weeks turn into months
and before I turn around
another year has flown....
My hands are shaking,
my poor heart is aching,
and there is no remedy...
Not for folks like me....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2007 13:02:08 GMT -6
Folks like me.... take a little bit of coaxing and a whole lot of charm... We like to be treasured and pampered by those that we love..... You can't win us with lemons (too tart to eat) but with just a little bit of pure honey, everything seems sweet! Sam  |
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Post by dawness on Feb 28, 2007 9:29:30 GMT -6
backside,
sad raindrops fill the bucket
of unbroken promises made in melodic strings,
violets sings
front way,
spinlrs of sunsand dial
the ringlets in full circle.
" there is hope"
in a single blade of rain
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Post by Sam on Feb 28, 2007 15:03:50 GMT -6
(Ah! You have lost me here!) Backside? though it is wonderful verse, as usual, I am scratching my head! Sam |
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 28, 2007 15:42:17 GMT -6
single blade of rain
slices through the air
pelting against tin roof
enticing, hypnotic spell
a true musicians
pure acoustic harmony
beautifully echoed soundings
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Post by anirbas on Mar 2, 2007 22:58:45 GMT -6
ah, Soul...i could hear it...
~*~
surroundings sometimes reverberate echoes
of alarm that are felt but not there...circumstances
and past experiences can make one silly and daft
with needless, unmitigated anxiety...
worry can make one sleepless and ugly to behold the next day...
circles and bags of circles beneath our blear riddled eyes...
tears can give us eyes a frog would treasure and prize...
and with one smile, one laugh, one gesture
from another, all is wiped away...
and one is inspired to make it
through another day,
come what may...
because a friend said,
hang in there and don't
forget to dare to be yourself...
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Post by amycando on Mar 5, 2007 20:04:20 GMT -6
Dare to be yourself...
on the most risky
and most important occasions
with the people you love
and therefore want to be loved by.
The iportance of being yourself in such situations
cannot be overstated,
the reason, if you will ponder for a moment,
is quite clear:
if you are not yourself
then you are not loved
the person you are pretending to be is.
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Post by Sam on Mar 8, 2007 16:11:55 GMT -6
If you are not yourself
then you are not loved
the person you are pretending to be is.
And that is a shame
for you only have youself to blame
when the time of awakening comes.
When you are standing naked,
revealed as the imposter, you have been....
Who will know your name?
Will you then speak the truth
or try to refrain,
at least for one more day....
frightened of being alone
and afraid of the tangled web
slowly unraveling...
Sam
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Post by amycando on Mar 11, 2007 18:22:58 GMT -6
Slowly unraveling...
the knots of complexity in my life
at least the ones of my own making that are a result
of my disorganized ADHD approach to life.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 12, 2007 12:03:31 GMT -6
To life...
And dancing on one's tippy-toes, spewing glowing words
of kindnesses and laughter I don't feel,
as though one's inner shores are lit
only with the blandness of goodness and lightness from within...
To life, and learning to pretend I'm somebody I'm not...
A happy person with my head screwed on straight
tripping through a happy life because I say it's hap, hap, happy...
And denying the honest truth that it's not, not, not
no matter what, what, what I say...
To life...And being a character
in an awfully scripted screenplay
where I am the monster.
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Post by dawness on Mar 12, 2007 13:16:27 GMT -6
the monster of day
is not time's call for toil
tis the beggar's cry for alms
this monster of lack
dry their very bones
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Post by Sam on Mar 12, 2007 13:58:14 GMT -6
The beggar's cry for alms..
this monster of lack...
dry their very bones,
I'm under attack...
I heard the rooster's crow
in my left ear today,
as I sat here at my desk...
What is now to follow?
I just don't know..
I should be frightened,
but somehow,
I am just ready to go....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 13, 2007 7:23:15 GMT -6
Ready to go....now!
Don't want to stay.
Wasn't happy here,
anyway.
Don't belong,
never fit in,
tired of pretending,
tired of blending..
My place is elsewhere,
far from here...
and I am waiting...
anticipating the joy
of going home.....
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 14:16:40 GMT -6
going home...
the march of angels
gives peace to my worrisome heart,
finally afer so many hours
alone and wondering
going home...
those two words which
brang resolution, the slow
start too healing
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Post by Sam on Mar 13, 2007 14:41:43 GMT -6
Healing must begin inside
and work it way outward,
there is no other way....
For I have tried and tried
and everytime I do I find
I am just pretending...
Making believe I really see
some kind of change in me
when in reality,
I am hiding from the truth
and it is buried deep inside
and for some unknown
I keep choking it down...
willing it to hide.....
smiling at a world
who doesn't even notice me
and my pretending anyway...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Mar 13, 2007 21:32:36 GMT -6
Pretending...
Anyway, why pretend?
I am what I am...In a rough situation...
Independant and helpless...
Lippy and subserviant...
Smart and dumb
as a box of rocks
at the exact
same time...
Oxymoronically...
Pretending...
I can keep standing here,
taking this to survive...
I don't know how
you can't hear the screams
reverberating about my inner
cranium...I don't know how
you sleep at night,
with me,
in this house...
Knowing I know everything
you've done...And I am the one...
That can't unsee what she's seen...
Much less, unknow, what she knows...
Word to the wise, General. Shut up and sleep light...
Sleep very, very light...Tonight, may be the night...
Any one given night of the week may be the night...
The stupid bitch with the memory of an elephant
awakens, slips off her chain and into the night,
never to be seen by you or anyone else
in the circus, again...
If your lucky, I'll just leave...
Tip-toing away in the night,
with nothing but the clothes
on my back, a sprig of ivy
clutched tightly in my hand
and a broad grin spread across
my tightlipped face...
Pretending...
Anyway, why pretend?
I am what I am...In a rough situation...
Independant and helpless...
Lippy and subserviant...
Smart and dumb
as a box of rocks
at the exact
same time...
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 21:38:30 GMT -6
at the exact
same time,
every day of that month
the watch seems to grind
too a stop -
counting each breath,
pointless as the minute
grows into the hour ..
the hour into the day,
until I feel you here,
touching soul -
turning so I may see you,
perhaps be let that one ..
last touch ?
it is not too be,
so i am again,
left waiting, painfully healing
past the hour
at the exact
same time,
on each of your anniversaries
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Post by anirbas on Mar 13, 2007 22:03:12 GMT -6
Anniversaries of years in bondage
come and go, come and go...
I await the anniversary of my freedom...
My first step out of hell and into the unknown...
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Post by Sam on Mar 14, 2007 10:20:38 GMT -6
The unknown... starts
with one baby step...
Step out, close the door
and quietly walk away...
No "ifs, ands, or buts"
just the closing of the door
faint yet firm,
in morning's early silence
as if waiting for a rebirth
to start the first page
in your new book of memories.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 15, 2007 13:13:30 GMT -6
In your new
book of memories
look for me....
I'll be there
as surely as
you now read
these lines,
you'll see...
Don't ever worry
I might leave
for only time
will ever tell
that tale
for you and I
might just be
meant for history...
Sam
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 15, 2007 20:35:17 GMT -6
(Ihaven't read any of what has brought me here but Anirbas' last line...)
Said the cowboy turned auctioneer rubbing at his cowhorned and gored backside.
Yep,what a fine ride,but I have to caution you,she's no ordinary hyde.
She's strong,smells good too,and has all the right grain.
A belt or a boot might sound a bit moot
But a hundred if you take her'll get some choice cuts too.
So she's yours,I surrender,here to fore yours to render.
Just remember,I feel just a little behooved,
now on with the next,cause she needs to be moved.
So where will we start with this next luscious specimen
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 15, 2007 20:41:43 GMT -6
Very sorry lol,this was to be for Anirbas'on page one,so with all due respect Sam I will continue this thread with you last line...again,I will pay better attention next time ..
PB
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 15, 2007 21:26:29 GMT -6
Meant for history
to record,
an event so special,
that it should not be ignored.
It rings with revelation,
written down for all nations
for all peoples
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 15, 2007 21:28:31 GMT -6
Oops!
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Post by poeticbytes on Mar 15, 2007 21:29:10 GMT -6
Meant for history,
a record,
an event so special,
that it should not be ignored.
Rings with revelation,
written for all nations,
for all peoples,
all persons,
all function,
all creation,
Alpha,
Omega,
Omega,
Alpha.
All creation.
all function,
all persons,
for all peoples,
written for all nations,
rings with revelation,
that it should not be ignored.
An event so special,
a record,
meant for history,
So lovingly adored.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 16, 2007 4:54:36 GMT -6
So lovingly adored
those hand brushed imprints
on shabby cuts of paper
lining my refridgerator
like a stage of proud soldiers
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Post by Sam on Mar 16, 2007 9:55:46 GMT -6
(Who can top that? I have my first one on my frig now!!! I am so proud of the little pieces of yarn he glued on it with his own little fingers! HA)
Proud soldiers
off to fight
not knowing
whether or not
it is wrong or right
but sworn to obey
and protect.
There has to be
some other way
to reach peace,
than to offer
these proud soldiers
in sacrifice.
Sam
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Post by amycando on Mar 16, 2007 17:56:03 GMT -6
Sacrifice
is not a word I call my friend
but I'm a fool to regard it an enemy
because if it is
I shall find myself a prisoner of war
at various times in my life
all at once suffering and angry
and. . . looking to escape,
instead of making my peace with it
to learn the footholds to surpass it.
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Post by amycando on Mar 17, 2007 8:49:57 GMT -6
To surpass it,
The plateau that illusion seems to suggest
there is no going beyond,
sometimes God sends confusion,
that has you accidentally leaping high and far beyond
the place you were stuck
without realizing it until it is done
lest unbelief cause you to stumble and fail once again.
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Post by Sam on Mar 19, 2007 15:27:46 GMT -6
Once again I am blessed. My child is blessing me with another grandchild this November!! I am overjoyed and have looked all day for a special way to share this with you all! So......here it is!!! I am going to have another grandchild!!! Sam |
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