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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 22:19:13 GMT -6
could we learn too speak
with the ease and tranquility
which brought us to our meeting point
until negetivity and belittlement broke us apart |
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 15, 2007 17:30:18 GMT -6
live to dream
a dream worth living
until dusk settles over the land
giving us visions for tomorrow |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 15, 2007 21:40:18 GMT -6
i feel like an accidental inanimate object...
a needle...a straightpin used for tacking
butterflies to boards...a butcher knife...
a daggar...a thorn in someone's side...
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Post by Sam on Jan 16, 2007 10:56:22 GMT -6
Come Spring!
We wait in silence
for your return to us
again and again....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Jan 16, 2007 12:40:25 GMT -6
just saw your message, sabs.. peeing ! so funny.... could you buy me new fingers for typing??? LOL
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Post by dawness on Jan 16, 2007 12:44:58 GMT -6
strong are the arms of your trees
bending to encircle
that which separates
our groping necks
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 17, 2007 1:03:07 GMT -6
soft are the branches of the new oak
velvet leaves begging to be stroked
summer comes, praises oak
with it's warming sun
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Post by dawness on Jan 17, 2007 10:16:47 GMT -6
why, tell me
where, show me
how tender and fragile
is this feeling gathering around me
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Post by dawness on Jan 18, 2007 8:27:56 GMT -6
it was like shangrila
sprinkeld with magical dust
night after night after night
of splashing into your soul.
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Post by Sam on Jan 18, 2007 13:14:23 GMT -6
It is a sad, sad day
here in paradise.....
People keep slipping and sliding
in the unmelting ice.....
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 18, 2007 21:28:36 GMT -6
I cry
because you do not
hear my pleas for oblivion from
the hurt |
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 18, 2007 21:29:43 GMT -6
shelter me,
from raging storm
so that I do not
become lost within the thunder |
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Post by dawness on Jan 19, 2007 8:04:34 GMT -6
nourish the homecoming
of a heart that
journeyed through winter's trails.
bleak, beautiful,barren
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Post by dawness on Jan 19, 2007 8:06:06 GMT -6
friday melts the velocity
of a week never tempered
by heated waves
i long for nothingness
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Post by Sam on Jan 19, 2007 10:59:52 GMT -6
I bring to you a gift of love,
as sweet as a summer's day.
A simple ray of sunshine
to guide you on your way.
Sam
(Are you feeling better?)
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 20, 2007 5:34:11 GMT -6
my anger is not without cause
it comes from selfish heart and callous mind
a father, who cares for only himself
numero uno, number one
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Post by poe on Jan 20, 2007 8:12:11 GMT -6
It's another scorcher down in hell
the earth is ravaged by global warming
I'm glad I live up here in
heaven ;D
POE
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Post by anirbas on Jan 21, 2007 21:34:35 GMT -6
butter colored sun shone softly on a quiet day
spent walking in the company of a twittering angel
as around our circle street we did off and on amble
I, flatfooted, as usual; she, dancing on her toes
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 21, 2007 23:07:30 GMT -6
children laughing with shrieks of delight
as rain fell from the sky, surely a gift from God
so long we have waited for this
swollen rivers and mud, as far as the eye can see
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Post by dawness on Jan 22, 2007 9:05:10 GMT -6
raindrops
spilling on jumping ropes
hearty shrieks make mother sky
cradle babies from floating kites
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 22, 2007 13:55:52 GMT -6
my imagination has hit a stumbling block
as i try to write, the words seem to stop
looking for new inspiration hasn't seemed to work
so i peruse and enjoy, other poet's journeys
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2007 15:04:40 GMT -6
Write about anything....
Write about nothing at all!
Write when you think there are no words
to explain the emotions you feel.
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2007 15:06:40 GMT -6
Shout it from the mountain tops.
Scream it from the hill...
Tell that mangy son of a bitch
exactly how you feel!!!!!!!!
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Post by dawness on Jan 23, 2007 0:33:44 GMT -6
yes, to just explode in a million splinters
to cry, laugh, wail and beat the breast
that needs only one thing.
love.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 23, 2007 4:15:20 GMT -6
hugs and kisses
flowers and smiles
is all i wish for
for once, from a guy
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 23, 2007 13:38:40 GMT -6
He sniffs ladies panties he receives in the post then beats at his meat like an old pot roast  |
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Post by Sam on Jan 23, 2007 14:17:24 GMT -6
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Post by anirbas on Jan 24, 2007 8:36:42 GMT -6
Well...I was reading along, really enjoying the beauty and the feminine rants...
Then, I hit...Oh, my stars...DMcC's offering...Dude, that's just wrong...
And wronger still, is me snickering at it, roflmao...It's national
belly laugh day...I just had one heck of a bellylaugh...
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 24, 2007 8:59:48 GMT -6
I was inspired by a scene in a recent movie I watched called 'Little Children'
Personally I much prefer the real thing ;D
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Post by anirbas on Jan 24, 2007 9:06:41 GMT -6
ggglgggl...reading the poem, cracked me up, as it made me think of my dog, Kitty...
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Drat! Forget drat, damn it! What's up with this?
This is the umpteenth pair of panties I've found murdered
this week...Chewed to pieces...Wrecked...Beyond resusitation...
Oh, bother and aggravation...More money out of my pocket...I hate you, dog!
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Another four liner, about HER!
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She goes on panty patrol...She has a plan you know...
When she hears the shower water running...She's cunning...
She knows panties have been left, vulnerable, alone on the floor...
She sneaks in the door, jacks them and runs and hides in her kennel with her prize. Bitch!
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