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Post by anirbas on Jul 7, 2007 17:05:24 GMT -6
yellow loon
am offbeat I...
whistling
a tune...
but not in June...
as it's July...
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Post by amycando on Jul 7, 2007 19:41:20 GMT -6
It's July
and I wish I could put on the brakes
not let the summer fly.
Unfortunate, I don't have what it takes.
Adjusting the dial on the march of days
isn't my job
marching them is.
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Post by Sam on Jul 9, 2007 9:51:15 GMT -6
Adjusting the dial
on the march of days
isn't my job...
marching them is,
it would seem....
Just yesterday
the clothes
I was wearing,
were stored away
in the back of my closet,
and already the days
come closer...
to bringing
them out again.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2007 10:38:03 GMT -6
out again...
on my own...
no one to tell me...
there's something wrong...
I don't care if I'm part of the throng...
as I knew I didn't fit, all along...
each smile given me held
a hidden whim or wile...
every effectation
of phrasing
another way
of hiding,
those best
kept hidden...
reality and the things
done behind my back
have clawed my eyes open...
I no longer care if I'm honest
and aboveboard...what you've given
to this lady, is what you shall receive
in turn, in spades...so, if you're playing
around with me...remember, quite possibly
I'm pulling your leg, too...lying like a thief,
lying like a dog in wait, for the right
moment, to rip your throat out...
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Post by Sam on Jul 9, 2007 14:26:00 GMT -6
Lying like a thief,
lying like a dog in wait,
for the right moment,
to rip your throat out..
And who would be to blame
in this one sided love affair?
Who would be left longing,
filled with regret,
and heavy with despair?
Not me, my friend.
Not me....
Sam
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Post by amycando on Jul 9, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -6
Not me....
I'm really tame
I play no game
to keep how I treat others and how I want to be treated the same
that is my aim
and my claim.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2007 22:11:40 GMT -6
claim you do...
I don't know what happened...
why she left me...
I was the perfect husband...
the useless bitch, had it made...
claim what you want, everyone knows...
you took great pleasure in spirit killing and chopping off toes...
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Post by Sam on Jul 10, 2007 12:21:50 GMT -6
You took great pleasure
in spirit killing
and chopping off toes
Now look who is lonely
and left all alone...
For you can only take
and take and take
so much
before something
has to shake...
and I am all shuck up....
Before something
has to break
and I am broken....
but not for long,
color me gone.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 11, 2007 20:29:36 GMT -6
color me gone...
color me purple and red...
covered in bruises and scratches...
but, don't color me dead...
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Post by Sam on Jul 12, 2007 7:30:24 GMT -6
Don't color me dead. It is far from over... Can you not see the new me emerging? Yesterday is gone... I am weak, black and blue... But I am still standing and away from you. Sam  |
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Post by amycando on Jul 12, 2007 16:23:16 GMT -6
Away from you
that's what I need to get
what I don't need are declarations of love from
married bi-sexual women
who so enjoy the male of the species!
and the other thing i don't need
is not being understood when I try to tell her
she is with the one she should be with,
her husband.
Perhaps, "I shall be very busy" for a while
and hide out in here, at spiritual poetry,
and at melsweb and let the dialog group run itself
just post an email address (one of the 5000 that come with my webhosting account for my site) for complaints and problems to be addressed to.
Lastly, I am so very thankful that my ego is not so huge that I assume if I declare love for someone they must love me too and proceed on that assumption no matter what they say,
like some other people seem to.
P.S. I think ya'll can figure out who i'm talking about but please don't breathe a word of it i don't need anymore trouble than I've already got!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 12, 2007 17:57:39 GMT -6
hehehehehehehe...i love you, Amy....hahahahahahhahahaha....ohmystars....one should always be careful what they wish for, is what I've always heard...don't forget to hide out here, at the Seasons, too...okie dokie? now, I'm laughing so hard not at you, but with you...that I'm about to tinkle my britches and I have to try to make something of your last line...Evernir.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 12, 2007 18:01:20 GMT -6
other people seem to...
always know what to say and do...
ever seem to finish first not last...
never settle with the wrong partner...
and do not have to toil
as hard as I to make a dime...
other people seem to...unfortunately...
I'm not other people...but I am blessed
and surrounded by those whom always
find a way to make me giggle
or feel so good about myself,
I want to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle...
so, I'm pretty glad, I'm not...
other people, afterall...
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Post by Sam on Jul 13, 2007 14:47:45 GMT -6
After all you put me through
my life can now blend
with the changing
of the coming seasons,
time and time again...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 17, 2007 17:24:06 GMT -6
time and time again, your chuckles blended with my giggles make the most pleasing duet to the ears of this coquette... for you I'd wear stockings and a tophat... but, not and never a chastity belt...  |
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Post by amycando on Jul 17, 2007 19:23:31 GMT -6
Not and never a chastity belt...
it's just that I have always had to be true
to what I felt
if love and desire do not start a fire
then I cannot carry a torch
without a flame
it creeps me out and fills me with shame.
as the saying goes:
"you can't make something from nothing"
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Post by anirbas on Jul 18, 2007 1:53:43 GMT -6
From Nothing,
a country of desolation-
I have crawled,
walked and ran from...
Literally ridden
hell for leather
away from...
Left a land
of pure cursedness
and not much else...
No longer hostage
nor a prisoner...
I am something more...
Free...To be me...
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Post by amycando on Jul 18, 2007 20:15:08 GMT -6
No longer hostage
nor a prisoner...
I am something more...
Free...To be me...
and quite un-inclined to allow anyone
to erect an oppresive monument to self
around me and demand I live within it's confines.
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Post by amycando on Jul 20, 2007 19:26:28 GMT -6
Within it's confines
A poem can only contain as much meaning
as the writer cares to reach for.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 20, 2007 19:50:04 GMT -6
reach for this...
good riddance and goodbye...
once thought the world of you...
I must have been high...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 20, 2007 19:51:11 GMT -6
high as a kite
I could fly...
if I were a kite...
I would try...
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Post by Sam on Jul 24, 2007 8:32:18 GMT -6
if I were a kite...
I would try...
to fly as far away
as humanly possible
from all the bull shit
I have to live with
every single day
of my boring "little" life.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 24, 2007 8:55:04 GMT -6
my boring "little" life...
used to be filled with emotional
and mental strife...
then I changed my point of location
on any given map...
and now my quieter, happier life
is kicking my butt into the dirt
with tiredness and I just
want to curl up
and take
a catnap...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 24, 2007 8:56:31 GMT -6
*ggglgggl and hehehello, Sammy! gooooood and grrrrreat to c u, darlin'!!!!!*
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Post by Sam on Jul 24, 2007 9:23:53 GMT -6
my quieter, happier life
is kicking my butt into the dirt
with tiredness and I just
want to curl up
and take
a catnap...
with a big smile
on my face!!
Enjoying this day
and the freedom
I now see in my life.
I am me! And every
single sore muscle
lets me know it clearly
and in defiance I say,
"Bring on another day."
I'll be here...waiting...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 24, 2007 17:04:57 GMT -6
I'll be here...Waiting...
For the next moment...
The quiet exhalation
of breath of the present now...
Await...Wait...Waiting...
The dawning of a new day...
The dusking of the same day...
The eventide following...
Free and at peace...
And as always,
still standing
in defiance...
As compliance
to me, is a curse...
And complicity
is even worse...
Here shall I stand...
Kicking and fighting,
sore muscles and all...
Til this body gives out
and does in the traces fall...
And someone makes the phonecall
for the mortuary
to send
a hearse
for what's left
of me...Nothing...
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Post by Sam on Jul 25, 2007 8:16:08 GMT -6
(You are so funny!) Welcome to the working world!! Now, in a couple more weeks, you should drop by that country western place there on 35 and have youa nice cold draw beer on your way home!!! Make you feel like a real cow girl!!! Girly, girl!! Yee haw!!! Love, Sam (zip....outta here) |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 8:39:24 GMT -6
hehehe...You beautiful goose...I was thinking to myself the other day...
"Welcome to the Land of the Living...Prepare to work yourself to death..."
Might have to turn it into a poem...And...um...er...35 is a long way for me to go
for a beer these days...REmember, I left that dot on the map? I'm at least an hour's
drive from that point on 35...ggglgggl...Perhaps the abandoned gov could drink
a beer there? I shouldn't gloat...But, from what I understand, he spends
a lot of time guzzling libations, these days...No one to abuse really depresses him, I guess...
DRat...Gloating, again so shutting up...Blessed be, you!!!! Sabrina
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 8:41:32 GMT -6
Of me...Nothing
is left to be depressed
about...I overcame...
I survived...I was one
of the lucky ones...
Once more, I slipped
out of hell, alive...
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Post by Sam on Jul 25, 2007 12:49:43 GMT -6
Once more, I slipped
out of hell, alive...
But it seems
I shinged my ass again!!
Would it be
too much to ask
for a jug of water?
Perhaps a cool drink?
A wet rag?
Get my drift, yet?
This girl is hot, hot, hot!!
(?) ok it is me....Sam
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