Topic:
what we do
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"What we think or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence.
The only thing of consequence is what we do. " |
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Topic:
trail*****************
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Do not follow where the path may lead.
Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail |
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I can't go to sleep;
My eyes won't stay shut. I've tried over and over And still again, but, My mind's not at ease And although I have prayed, My heart is troubled And very dismayed. Please give me peace And give me rest. May I wake up tomorrow And do my best. So now dear God I will try it again. I will go back to bed And lay down my pen. And hopefully this time Without further ado, I will fall right asleep And have dreams of You. |
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Topic:
I*************
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no wife for me lol
never have |
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Topic:
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Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches, here about, Do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, Do not you hear my woeful screams? Upon the meadows, touched with dew, Do not you see my hearts a'skew? Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, Do not you feel my jagged scars? Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees. It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. It's drifting o're the gentle rain, A symbol of my silent pain. It's buried 'neath the meadow fair, Conjoined with all the sorrow there. It's lost among the stars this night, Too far to ease my quiet fright. No gentle winds, seek not my heart, For simply ... it has torn apart. |
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My poetic checks are bouncing!
There are no funds in the bank I cannot borrow from anyone To refill my empty tank. So I went to the only place I know will loan me muse First National Bank of Inspiration Is the lender that I choose I drive up to the window And talk into the speaker The teller looks at my poems, Which rhymes are getting weaker I tell her that I've lost it I've spent my last notion I cannot write of mountains Of deserts, woods or ocean! She asked me ‘bout the last time I deposited any thought to Stretching my reflections As any poet ought to I confess that I still read, Perusing every written word To deposit into my account Each idea, sensible or absurd I feel I've overdrawn my muse Used the stockpile of imagination And now I'm bouncing poetry For lack of inspiration So all I ask Miss Teller, Is a loan or two from this bank I'd like to be prolific again And fill this awful blank. The teller turns to her boss Whispering words quite low Then answers through the speaker That a debt I certainly owe You're moderating a forum of perfect passionate poetry each poem contains some thoughtful inspiration you can get for free We recommend you read each verse Accrue mental stimulation For you have overdrawn your account At First National Bank of Inspiration |
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Topic:
A Poet's Soul
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waves of grain still sway, P lanted with seed from deep within. O ffered with love to the home of the brave, E ven for those who would still her pen. T imeless imagery for a proud nation still healing, S oothing our wounds extolling our brotherhood. S own upon people of great courage, revealing O ur foundation was sound our nation still stood U nless we lose sight of all that she said, L ong ago words will serve us in good stead. |
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Shufflin in the doorway hat in hand, silly smile askin fo forgivness - Been thinkin all day at work, couldn't stop thinkin I shore am sorry. Canna y'all forgive me, my sweethart? I shore be sorry. Donna know whys I acted da fool, iz zit ok, honey? Man, I be dyin fo one o your smiles maybe jus a teensy, baby. Mama, canna y'all give a yo Daddy jus a little sugar? I be tellin ya thata itz my own fault shouldnna hollered at you. Iz a right sorry now I a picked y'all some flowers juz fo you, Mama! Do y'all think I coulda juz get a bite maybe to hold me o're, baby? Shufflin in the doorway hat in hand, silly smile askin fo forgivness. |
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Topic:
I*************
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I rose this morn with much to do - Hopped in the car and off I flew. No time for breakfast, that I knew - Glad "Dunkin DoNuts" has Drive Thru. In need of dollars, quite a few - Went to the bank teller's Drive Thru. Then filled all my prescriptions too - At "Pharmacy's" brand new Drive Thru. Some bills to mail in box of blue - Off to the "Post Office" Drive Thru. Picked up the laundry cleaned anew - Just stopped at "Suds & Duds" Drive Thru. With lunchtime near, my tummy's queue - Got a "Big Mac" from the Drive Thru. The car by then was low on fuel - Full serve at "Shell", just Drive on Thru. And when they fill the tank for you - Your car's washed free - in their Drive Thru. Library books were overdue - The curbside slot is a Drive Thru. Then videos must go back too - "Blockbuster" has their own Drive Thru. In need of milk and bread, I knew - I stopped at "Dairymaid's" Drive Thru. The family asked "Please, can we do - The "Drive In" show when dinner's thru???" |
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Topic:
Off to bed with me....
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good night ;]
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Topic:
unicorn
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You ask me how we got from there to here,
And you tell me you can't remember, And so I'll answer it for you, Though perhaps not the way you want me to. We got from here to there on the back of a unicorn racing through our dreams, We got from here to there when night's silence thundered between us, We got from here to there believing a song to be stronger than the worlds pulling us apart. And we were right. We stood in good relation to the earth, We stood in good relation to the gods, We stood in good relation to all that was beautiful, You see, we were Alive We got from there to here when we believed reality to be stronger than love, We got from there to here when we forgot to look up and believe that gravity held no hold on our souls, We got from there to here when we left our storybooks for some other distracting play, And now I do not know my world, And I cannot find my God, And beauty dies, Shut out in the cold. And I believe we can get from here to there if we just believe, And I believe we can get from here to there if you'll take my hand, And I believe we can get from here to there - if only in our dreams, And when you're dancing across the sky, Somewhere between the stars and the moon, Look for me by your side, I'll meet you with hands outstretched, We'll go - from here to there, there to here, and back again. |
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Topic:
holding it together
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I still see your face in my dreams
It hurts and it doesn't help at all I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems I want you to catch me when I fall I still remember the first time we met There was something so different about you Your friendship was something I wanted to get That smile when you said hi to me was so new Out of no where you called me on the phone I wanted to sit there and talk to you forever You were so new, so crazy and unknown I just knew that our friendship would never sever Two years and we are barely holding it together What happened to the way this all used to be I never wanted you out of my like ever I sat there for a long time pretending not to see We decided to go out and make it all all right It didn't work out of course we knew it couldn't We couldn't even really stand each others sight It shouldn't end this way but it did and I shouldn't I miss you and everything you were to me Ten years from now we will look back on it all We will be older and finally be able to see That love will stand the test of time and never fall |
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A warm sensation fills my body
My heart races with every touch The softness of your voice soothes My soul As I lay there hoping the moment Will never end Calling out for you Praying that you'll never let me go The sensation so strong I can no longer feel my body Slowly I fade in and out of reality In an instant the warm sensation Fades away My heart empty My soul torn apart Lying there; wondering where I went Wrong Calling out for you, only to find there is no answer My mind invaded with thoughts So cruel and unrefined The sensation of fear of what's to come Slowly the reality over powering The lust and fantasy Leaving me empty Confused on how to think or feel The loneliness I feel So wretched and compelled Betrayal to myself Revealing the terrors of my love |
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Topic:
slowly
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I look up as a tear rolls slowly down my cheek I think about better days and wonder if I'll feel that way again you look at me with those eyes I know so well always serious, so deep and insightful as though you're always in control But not today not now Now you look so scared like for once you don't have the answer I gaze at you looking deep into those hazel eyes Hoping to understand why you've said those things you did I wonder for a moment if this is all a dream if I shall wake in the morning and be relieved you look at me with a confusion I have never seen slowly pull me towards you and wipe the tears from my cheek |
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Topic:
Can't stop thinking
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Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day. That dream was mine. A utopian dream. Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree. Pointy, like a star, you shone. So bright, yet not shining as a star would, But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard. You would not show off like a star. Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively - you were a star in my eyes. But like all stars, you died. That gas was gone. No pull between us. The atmosphere was dry and I began to choke. I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor, drunken mother - I did not know what was happening. Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat. Wondering. The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning. just for you all to read, |
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Topic:
lost.
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just Poems
something to read for you all |
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Topic:
lost.
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They had been together for many a year,
Now all she can feel is fear. She gave all that she could give, It just wasn't the way he wanted to live. He left without a backward glance, Not even giving their love a chance. She often wonders what she could have done, To keep him from going on the run. Now she is living all alone, With nothing she can call her own. She can barely make herself eat, Wondering if her life will again be complete. This woman is now moving along, Building her courage, and becoming strong. Time will heal her broken pride, Toward the sunrise her heart will glide. |
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Topic:
lost.
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Love is a Universal emotion, the goal we all seek, the prize that can make our lives complete and whole. Love is both timeless and, in too many instances, transient. These poems are about those times.
We all believe, if only because we must, that love can be found. Some of us - maybe most of us - have discovered it can also be lost. |
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Topic:
which strike with a force
Edited by
otherhalf
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Mon 05/19/08 09:12 PM
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Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit;
Never a flicker of flame, but with Arching bolts which strike with a force That disturbs my equilibrium. My mind races as waves of passion flush over My pale skin, causing me to gaze upon visions Of impossible romantic possibilities. Pathetic is this woman who anticipates the True rhythm of love, with a man she will never hold. My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering, As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak to hers: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world." |
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Topic:
cooperation of computers
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I am trying lol atm
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