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Post by Sam on May 23, 2007 8:47:27 GMT -6
And warmth from the shining sun...
Soon, my work will be done
and I will search the horizon
for a glimpse
of what is yet to come
urgently waiting for a sign,
a mere token of suggestion....
Sam
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Post by Sam on May 25, 2007 9:14:54 GMT -6
A mere token of suggestion
if you please....
For you see,
I also have my wants and needs
but for some mysterious reason
I have this deep down longing
to try to understand
that unspoken difference
between this woman
and this man.....
Sam
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Post by amycando on May 26, 2007 15:39:31 GMT -6
Man.....
but it is also your home
since creation you have been given free will
to choose
what have you chosen. . .
it bears looking at!
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Post by Sam on Jun 1, 2007 9:32:03 GMT -6
Looking at life
through your eyes
every day a new adventure
for your path to cross.
Step lightly.....
Enjoy the beauty
of each new day...
Smell the flowers,
catch the rainbows
that come your way...
Make your wishes
with each falling star,
and never forget
what a unique gift
you truly are.....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jun 2, 2007 9:26:09 GMT -6
Are you listening to me, now?
This woman you've called cow and sow?
Before your intrepid meaness of spirit you wished me to bow...
You cannot help how you are...Difference is, I know that now...
Will no longer waste my energies trying to heal your emotional wounds...
No, not at all will I try...This is good-good-bye-bye not hello, hello, hello...
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Post by amycando on Jun 2, 2007 13:50:48 GMT -6
hello, hello, hello...
not too long to go
hang in there girl
as changes unfurl
He can insult the four walls when your gone
from dusk to dawn
as you drink lemonade on a long gone lawn.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 5, 2007 10:39:31 GMT -6
on a long gone lawn,
once southern ladies lolled in crinolines,
whilst they sipped at cool mint juleps,
and blathered on and on
about who had the best tulips,
whose cook was the best,
and whose husband
was the richest...
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Post by Sam on Jun 6, 2007 13:33:27 GMT -6
The richest lessons in life
are usually learned
the hard way,
unfortunately....
But sometimes,
every day of my life,
I feel them
beating into me.
Liers, cheaters,
thieves of the night...
Pushing and dealing,
all too revealing
in their deeds
of pure darkness...
But unfortunately,
too hard to see
for innocent people
like you and me....
They stand in front
of us and laugh
and we can not understand
their reasoning...
Can you not see them?
Can you not hear?
They feed off the tender
soft hearted people...
They rip and roar
and live their lives
at the expense of others...
Innocent victims
left holding the bags....
are too often the ones caught
with blood on their hands....
Sam
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Post by amycando on Jun 7, 2007 18:49:47 GMT -6
Hands....
but they are never used that way
we always use them either constructively
or destructively
of course,
the distinction
is clear in some instances
and obscure in others.
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Post by amycando on Jun 8, 2007 20:16:18 GMT -6
The distinction
is clear in some instances
and obscure in others,
just how it can be
that I can always find myself to be
part of any problem
that comes my way down the road of life,
but the truth is, it is still quite a simple matter,
even then,
Even if all would concur
that some external person or circumstance
had dealt me a nasty hand
a fortified stance of righteous indignation
in the aftermath
is the precise moment that can be pinpointed
where I stepped in and practiced the art
of self-imposed exacerbation.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2007 22:58:29 GMT -6
exacerbation,
like self-flaggelation,
can lead one to scream
with unwanted aggravation?
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Post by Sam on Jun 11, 2007 14:33:31 GMT -6
Unwanted aggravation,
like a downpour
of unscheduled rain
at my birthday party.
Life's little annoyances...
such brutality,
no respect given
and no pardon taken..
leaving me cold
and slightly shaken...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 11, 2007 14:56:52 GMT -6
shaken, by the breeze
and my sneeze,
the leaves
fell and flew
from the trees...
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Post by amycando on Jun 11, 2007 20:37:23 GMT -6
from the trees...
a rustling
it's just a breeze
yet for a second I freeze
eerie as if eyed
I decide
that angels abide
all is well
all is well.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 12, 2007 10:39:31 GMT -6
all is well
at least far more well
than it was...no longer
located in the dell of hell, I feel I can
move the ponderosity of mountains
and swim the wideness of oceans...
right after I get a job...
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Post by Sam on Jun 12, 2007 13:37:22 GMT -6
Right after I get a job...
I'm going to be rich!!
I'll be the envy of everyone,
the town's new "bitch".
"Set 'em up Joe,
I'm buying this round."
I'm so high right now
I may never come down.
Yee Haaaw!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jun 12, 2007 16:00:17 GMT -6
Yee Haw!
My baby done bought
me a shiny new gee gaw!
To go along with the baubles
he's already done gone and given me...
Don't my baby know, all I need is him
to chase my troubles away?
(yes, I'm well aware I'm using double negatives...t-he)
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Post by amycando on Jun 12, 2007 18:37:46 GMT -6
To chase my troubles away
is really quite simple
first I must stop running from them
second
turn and stare them down
calling their bluff
while the love
of the almighty's got my back.
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2007 12:48:58 GMT -6
While the love of the Almighty's got my back might be the time to move that one stubborn mountain... You know, the one that seems to always stand in my way.... The one thing keeping me from finding peace and living out my life with grace and quiet dignity. Sam  |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 15, 2007 0:29:55 GMT -6
quiet dignity...
is found in quiet moments...
quiet moments are found in...
procuring peace of mind,
no matter the cost...
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Post by Sam on Jun 15, 2007 8:43:21 GMT -6
Procuring peace of mind,
no matter the cost...
Or stepping out in protest
of a life just lost?
A love given over
to pain and doubt,
one woman,
one man,
never meeting again
always living such
a great life of pretense..
Eyes closed tightly
in the night,
ears listening intently
for tender words
that never come.
They've gone too far
to turn around...
It's over now,
this peaceful dream...
the silence now left
between them...
deafening.
Sam
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Post by amycando on Jun 15, 2007 20:25:54 GMT -6
The silence now left
between them...
deafening.
but I suppose that is better
than anguished cries from one
and condescending chatter from the other,. . .
perhaps in the silence
the one can hear the comforting shush from the almighty
that speaks without words
of the rainbow after the storm
and the other can be so alone
with their thoughts
that they can see how ugly and unkind they are,
and perhaps be sorry,
and resolve to be kinder.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 19, 2007 2:25:46 GMT -6
to be kinder...
to do nothing to another hinder...
to be a spendthrift not a spender...
to be true to my genus and more so, to my gender...
to speak with honest candor...
to have a pet that hasn't any dander...
to never flop even if I flounder...
to never stare but take a secretive gander...
to my language, out the curse words, launder...
to set my thoughts free to meander...
to fools to never again pander...
and always view life with wonder...
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Post by amycando on Jun 19, 2007 18:11:31 GMT -6
Always view life with wonder...
because it is worthy of our wonder,
and oh,. . . is it so much more awesome
than any words we devise
to define and describe it.
We may study it,
dissect it,
generate it,
and yes, even copy it,
but of our own,
I don't think we could have designed it.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 21, 2007 0:46:14 GMT -6
We could have designed it...
Christian and Muslim, alike...
A blueprint for peace...
Instead we crafted
a world disaster...
That should be
called WW III...
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Post by Sam on Jun 22, 2007 14:56:36 GMT -6
OK, but right now I am stuck on "to have a pet that hasn't any dander"... Who would have ever thunk it?  ? Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 23, 2007 21:36:26 GMT -6
...ggglgggl, Sammy...I don't know where that line
came from either...it popped up and so it stayed...
going to use your last line to start this ride, again...
~*~
Who would have ever thunk it?
That we'd fly to the moon in the late sixties,
only to have it bandied about in the new millenium,
the entire mission was a fiasco...Something akin
to Star Wars, directed and produced
by the government...
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Post by Sam on Jul 2, 2007 11:35:53 GMT -6
The government!
(What can I say nice about the government?)
Not a damn thing comes to mind.....
The government?
It is time they got off our ass,
and got off theirs
and got a job working
for a living
the same way
as you and I....
The government!
I spit!
We would be better
off if the Indians
had won the war......
Much, much better off,
for when I look around
at the total destruction
now surrounding me...
I cry......
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jul 5, 2007 12:49:05 GMT -6
I cry......
for a world
grown cold,
for myself
growing old..
Sam
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jul 5, 2007 15:40:09 GMT -6
growing old
adjusting
feeling cold
encrusting
may even need
dusting
oiled and tuned
my best years
behind me
the little dears
remind me
could someone here
rewind me
before I swoon
memories of the ocean
sand and skin and lotion
engaged in constant motion
beneath a summer moon
WAIT!
I'm not dead yet
FATE!
has let me tread yet
SATE!
while you have bread yet
escape that old cocoon
now fly like the butterfly
who never asks if death is nigh
and let's all find out just how high
we'll reach 'neath yellow lune.
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer."
--Albert Camus
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