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Post by drakkoby on Jul 26, 2007 5:26:41 GMT -6
hot, hot, hot! but made of tofu a hotdog is not  |
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Post by Sam on Jul 26, 2007 8:59:17 GMT -6
a hotdog is not a thing of beauty to the common on-looker...yet... once the aroma hits the senses every mouth seems to water... sam |
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Post by Sam on Jul 31, 2007 9:11:27 GMT -6
Water, cool clear water...
soothing to the spirit,
calming to the soul...
Lifegiving balm...
Needed so...
desperately by all..
Some day soon,
I fear...
the shortage will
hit us so suddenly
we will stagger
with cold fear,
remembering the
waste, the terrible,
terrible waste,
year after year
as our thirst
gets harder
to contain....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 31, 2007 10:20:33 GMT -6
*yes, when the well runs dry we shall all be very, very thirsty*
harder to contain
this need inside I have
only he whom holds
my heart within
his very human
hands, can assuage
with his entirely
mortal touch
harder to contain
but, contain and quarantine
this need I must...
as not just any man
can calm this need
it gets harder and harder
to contain...
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Post by Sam on Aug 1, 2007 7:28:29 GMT -6
it gets harder and harder
to contain...
reality sets in
as I realize another day is ending
nothing stays the same
and I am just pretending
I stand here a mere child
left longing...
Sam
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Post by roadrunner3 on Aug 1, 2007 21:49:42 GMT -6
A mere child left longing looks into the sky
Amazed at the light streaming down from on high,
Orion the hunter is poised with his bow while
Taurus the bull has his head way down low,
The night skies are full of suspense, quite enthralling,
Now senses are waked to God softly calling,
An old man's gaze lowers while thankful tears flow,
His inner child touched by the heavenly show.
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Post by Bronwyn on Aug 3, 2007 10:13:18 GMT -6
His inner child touched by the heavenly show
makes peaceful his walk, wherever he should go
no longer looking at the hurting and pain
caused by others who gave him their disdain
Now he is counting on the stars up above
to circle and travel, and shine as a dove --
the symbol of peace, snowy and steel blue
the whitest white of St. Andrew's hue.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 5, 2007 21:15:20 GMT -6
*beautiful stuff, the three of you...it all just is and flowed seamlessly,
one poem into another...thanks for sharing Sammy, Runner and Bronwyn.
I can't even begin to frame a replying poem using the last line...to tired...
just wanted ya'll to know, I got a kick out of ya'lls creative flow and go...
before I head to the Land of Nods and Snores...ggglgggl...nightie night,
sweet dreams, crew...and doncha let the bedbugs bite...Sabrina*
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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2007 13:48:35 GMT -6
the symbol of peace, snowy and steel blue
the whitest white of St. Andrew's hue.
The brightest yellows,
kissed by these sun glowed
golden moments,
join in this on-lookers show...
The slightest touch
a new creation of inner joy,
a peaceful time...
inner child smiles and sleeps on.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Aug 10, 2007 18:41:25 GMT -6
on...
on...onward...
up...
up...upward...
out...
out...outward...
my favorite words
chanted like a mantra
when I feel a loss of dharma
or lambasted by bad karma
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Post by Bronwyn on Aug 11, 2007 13:14:53 GMT -6
great poems, guys  ~~~ lambasted by bad karma I think again to instill words of comfort to upraise my delicate sense of worth. |
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Post by Sam on Aug 13, 2007 15:11:06 GMT -6
My delicate sense of worth
must be balanced
on a teeter totter.
Play or run...
Go or stay..
Take a chance
and be hurt today!
Will not do this anymore,
just not strong like before...
Though things might seem perfect
that is just for today!
I feel myself break away.
I can't take the chance.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Aug 13, 2007 16:33:59 GMT -6
Take the chance...
The chance I took...
At first I trembled
and then I shook...
Now, I'm still in shock...
I'm re-writing
the most important
story I've ever compiled...
The book of my life...
And no one can
rip the pages
out, time and again...
Unless it's me
doing the ripping,
of course...
In a fit
of editing!!!!
ggglgggl...
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Post by Sam on Aug 20, 2007 13:43:12 GMT -6
Editing, changing,
always rearranging
the dark spots
showing in my life....
Keep up the good work
and maybe someday
you will finally see
just a vacant spot
where I used to be....
Sam
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Post by roadrunner3 on Aug 20, 2007 19:08:34 GMT -6
just a vacant spot where I used to be before I took the name "new retiree" it's just not the same being away from "the guys" but I'm sorta gettin used to my hammock under blue skies  eating moon pies chocolate double size  |
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Post by anirbas on Aug 20, 2007 20:16:54 GMT -6
double size it, pretty please...
my ability to adapt, to overcome
all the obstacles that lie in my path...
I'd like supersize quantities of patience,
empathy and sympathy with that order,
Heavenly Father, Celestial Mother...
but, please, always, always may I be...
an entirely different breed...
as I don't want nor wish
to be like anyone
but who I am...just me...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Aug 24, 2007 18:03:52 GMT -6
who I am...just me
is who I will be
though earth, sky and sea
all enter a plea
for me to flee.
Just me I say,
not running away,
not letting them sway
my decision to stay.
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Post by Sam on Aug 27, 2007 9:26:32 GMT -6
My decision to stay
could only be based
on temporary insanity.
If I had my wish
I would raise my wings
and simply fly away....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Aug 27, 2007 17:57:40 GMT -6
simply fly away...
yes, that would be one avenue
of escape from the problems
that beset one, on any
given day of the week
and tweak one's patience...
or, one can dig in
and hang on,
with all ten
fingers, toes
and all the teeth
left in one's head...
either way,
there isn't any rest
for the good or the wicked,
til we are all simply dead...
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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2007 14:03:49 GMT -6
We are all simply dead...
walking around
like big zombies
with webbed shoes
on our soggy feet.
Heads bobbing
up and down...
simply nodding
some unknown reply...
to some unasked question
as you pass by...
Who's listening?
Who cares anymore,
what is wrong or right?
Does it matter anyway
at the end of the day
when you turn out the light?
Can you close your eyes
and sleep in peace tonight?
Then, you have done
the best you can today,
but tomorrow waits...
Sam
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Post by roadrunner3 on Sept 1, 2007 4:50:14 GMT -6
tomorrow waits
today abates
the present glistens
if we will listen
for subtle sounds
with eager ear
as hope surrounds
and purges fear
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Post by anirbas on Sept 1, 2007 20:15:06 GMT -6
fear
fetters...
hampers
and hinders...
fear incapacitates
one's ability to think logically...
hope is the christening name
of some girls at birth
and ships at berth
before they are launched
I prefer to make things happen...
instead of hoping that they will...
but, the power of prayer
fascinates me...
amazes me
with it's ability
to defy logicallity...
and to stay fear
and inspire hope...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Sept 2, 2007 5:46:27 GMT -6
to stay fear
and inspire hope
could dry a tear
and help us cope
as life across the book is written
revealing tales of how we're bitten
by fate and hate
and insults thrown
and sometimes
hurting to the bone
but clearer skies await the brave
who fate and ugly insults stave
believing that the peace they crave
can pierce the most benighted cave.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 3, 2007 20:50:55 GMT -6
*good one, Rnnr*
cave and be a slave...
or fight with all of one's might...
to drive away fear and insecurity...
to live in the present and look toward
what might yet come to be...or not...
but cave and be a slave...or fight, fight, fight...
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Post by drakkoby on Sept 3, 2007 23:41:07 GMT -6
fight fight fight
breaking curses bawled off the alley walls
tap-tap of a hooker's heels
rain hissing gently to wash the pee off these desperate streets
the sky misted up like an angel descending
I slap the soil from my pants having rescued a sunflower
from the 99 cent ignominy bin
and smile at the smell of pumpkin scones
I'm trying to make like those at Starbucks
to drink with chocolate coffee
She loves you yeah yeah yeah
it's the Goddess of the Sea reaching around this ferry
rocking us and making us sneak glances
at the life-jacket instructions - nervous, who me?
an old Beatles tune makes me smile
the windows are washed by the horizon like a wiper
the pine forests rise and fall and the sun glows
my town, pretty and smug
and pee in the streets as well
curses and blessings
and all is well
or at least,
beautifully complicated
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Post by anirbas on Sept 5, 2007 10:51:06 GMT -6
*clap! clap! clap! clap! clap! great one, Drak! imho...should be in a thread of it's own, too*
beautifully complicated...
an apt description
of an given life
in living motion...
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Post by magpie on Sept 7, 2007 18:08:31 GMT -6
Motion for promotion forwarded
Motion me to you
Let me whisper in your ear
The things I’d like to do
Let me get a little closer
Motion me to you
Let me be your lover now
Call me over do
Let me forward some suggestions
Things that we could do
Let me get a little closer
Call me over do
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Post by anirbas on Sept 7, 2007 19:40:02 GMT -6
*ooh-la-la...good one, Mags! * call me over do, girlfriend! we can dish about this and that and remember when so and so, did such and such? we can dine on fudge as we exclaim over the more than one drudge we've met in our lives since last we saw one another... we can share our dreams, again... talk about our children and plan more than one girls night out, to escape from hearing another, "oh, Mom...that's so uncool" from either of them... because, we remember when we were the coolest gals around...painting the town red, green and then brown for the fun of it and just because we could and get away with it, at the same time... so, call me over do, girlfriend... |
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Post by Sam on Sept 10, 2007 13:28:39 GMT -6
So, call me over do, girlfriend...
and remind me again
of the times when
we laughed and laughed
the whole night through'
with nothing better to do
than plan a life
neither of us ever
really imagined
would ever come true....
But, the times
we had together
are so priceless to me,
sometimes I feel
they are all I have left
to keep me
from sinking down
into some deep
dark place
I don't want to be...
So, I keep you close...
in my memories....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Sept 11, 2007 9:12:45 GMT -6
I keep you close...
in my memories....
Safe, and secure
right next to me...
Unharmed, untouched,
by a world gone cold.
Never changing,
never hurting,
never growing old.
Smiling, glistening
in the morning
like a piece
of polished gold.
Sam
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