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Edited by
Sitngrin
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In the sweltering, relentless heat, a glare reflects off of my red-cross shirt
So many starving children surround me; my soul is filled with hurt I offer all that I have to them, food, my heart, my soul, my word Their cries for help, just a helping hand, none will be unheard While passing out the food and giving positive words of advice A group of rebels ride up to our station, to my throat one holds a knife He says to me you think you can give out food because you’re good? Yes whispers from my mouth, then my head is covered with a hood So many had applied for this job, and so many had been turned away One needed to speak the language, understand the culture and how they pray Without a moment’s hesitation, with a machete my life would end that day The rebels continued to kill, to devastate and maim Until there were no more volunteers that had the talent, they all had been slain Little by little the quality of the volunteers decreased Many of those who needed help so bad would end up being deceased Eventually the rebels won out, because they those with talent they killed And millions died of starvation and raids because they destroyed the skilled *Frame this one, it is most likely to be my last poem I post here* © Copyright 2008 Den Wedding. All Rights Reserved by Author. |
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Edited by
zanne46
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I am so hurt that all ur poetry is gone... This is a good man with a heart of gold..who only wants to bring happiness.help and a smile, and to warm and help mend broken hearts... Thanks.... Thanks Den..You have my personal E.....even with my real name...
Semper FI..... To serve....Honor... To give....is love... Suzanne.... |
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 awwww hon gonna miss all your work you know i love reading them
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Let me be clear so this doesn't get deleted. I am not saying I'm leaving the site, just that I don't care to write my poetry here anymore. To say I was leaving the site would get this thread deleted......
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Let me be clear so this doesn't get deleted. I am not saying I'm leaving the site, just that I don't care to write my poetry here anymore. To say I was leaving the site would get this thread deleted...... ~D still gonna miss reading your work i look forward to a new post from you every day. makes me smile and laugh to see your poems 
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Den, This is all way to much for having been given a little cridicisen, from me or any here. I have said that I was just giving my thoughts. And I also told you that You didn't have to have the mods pull your posts, BUT YOU DID THAT.
I said YOU were a good gifted writter and to have fun here. Now THIS is just way over-board as to your work or to your postings here. I only spoke of YOUR recruiting writters,,,,,NOT ANYTHING about YOU as a regular poet and writter on these pages. I WANT YOU TO BE HERE, for you and for all your friends here. But you do what ever you feel good to do. And I do LIKE YOUR POEMS and the PERSON you show HERE!!
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In the sweltering, relentless heat, a glare reflects off of my red-cross shirt So many starving children surround me; my soul is filled with hurt I offer all that I have to them, food, my heart, my soul, my word Their cries for help, just a helping hand, none will be unheard While passing out the food and giving positive words of advice A group of rebels ride up to our station, to my throat one holds a knife He says to me you think you can give out food because you’re good? Yes whispers from my mouth, then my head is covered with a hood So many had applied for this job, and so many had been turned away One needed to speak the language, understand the culture and how they pray Without a moment’s hesitation, with a machete my life would end that day The rebels continued to kill, to devastate and maim Until there were no more volunteers that had the talent, they all had been slain Little by little the quality of the volunteers decreased Many of those who needed help so bad would end up being deceased Eventually the rebels won out, because they those with talent they killed And millions died of starvation and raids because they destroyed the skilled *Frame this one, it is most likely to be my last poem I post here* © Copyright 2008 Den Wedding. All Rights Reserved by Author. Upon my Heart came your words Sincere with depth a Shell so pure Friendship made the garden grows I searched your words saw thru the eyes A Soul so pure, rare to some Within my life blessings bestowed thru simple words you so behold So to you my Friend,, remember this Mom has your Back,,, Lets Kick some Assssssss I told you once long ago Melodies flowwwwwwww thru your Soul Misfortune has taken your song tonight Embrace the Sky,, lets take flight So sit down with me under the Willow Funny you see she's kinda Mellow Reminisce with me for a bit Now get off your Assssss Wipe off your Butttttttttttttttt Lets make some music Lets kick up some dust Here's to you Here's to them Lets throw some ****ttttttttttttttt into the Wind..... 
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In the sweltering, relentless heat, a glare reflects off of my red-cross shirt So many starving children surround me; my soul is filled with hurt I offer all that I have to them, food, my heart, my soul, my word Their cries for help, just a helping hand, none will be unheard While passing out the food and giving positive words of advice A group of rebels ride up to our station, to my throat one holds a knife He says to me you think you can give out food because you’re good? Yes whispers from my mouth, then my head is covered with a hood So many had applied for this job, and so many had been turned away One needed to speak the language, understand the culture and how they pray Without a moment’s hesitation, with a machete my life would end that day The rebels continued to kill, to devastate and maim Until there were no more volunteers that had the talent, they all had been slain Little by little the quality of the volunteers decreased Many of those who needed help so bad would end up being deceased Eventually the rebels won out, because they those with talent they killed And millions died of starvation and raids because they destroyed the skilled *Frame this one, it is most likely to be my last poem I post here* © Copyright 2008 Den Wedding. All Rights Reserved by Author. Upon my Heart came your words Sincere with depth a Shell so pure Friendship made the garden grows I searched your words saw thru the eyes A Soul so pure, rare to some Within my life blessings bestowed thru simple words you so behold So to you my Friend,, remember this Mom has your Back,,, Lets Kick some Assssssss I told you once long ago Melodies flowwwwwwww thru your Soul Misfortune has taken your song tonight Embrace the Sky,, lets take flight So sit down with me under the Willow Funny you see she's kinda Mellow Reminisce with me for a bit Now get off your Assssss Wipe off your Butttttttttttttttt Lets make some music Lets kick up some dust Here's to you Here's to them Lets throw some ****ttttttttttttttt into the Wind.....
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In the sweltering, relentless heat, a glare reflects off of my red-cross shirt So many starving children surround me; my soul is filled with hurt I offer all that I have to them, food, my heart, my soul, my word Their cries for help, just a helping hand, none will be unheard While passing out the food and giving positive words of advice A group of rebels ride up to our station, to my throat one holds a knife He says to me you think you can give out food because you’re good? Yes whispers from my mouth, then my head is covered with a hood So many had applied for this job, and so many had been turned away One needed to speak the language, understand the culture and how they pray Without a moment’s hesitation, with a machete my life would end that day The rebels continued to kill, to devastate and maim Until there were no more volunteers that had the talent, they all had been slain Little by little the quality of the volunteers decreased Many of those who needed help so bad would end up being deceased Eventually the rebels won out, because they those with talent they killed And millions died of starvation and raids because they destroyed the skilled *Frame this one, it is most likely to be my last poem I post here* © Copyright 2008 Den Wedding. All Rights Reserved by Author. Upon my Heart came your words Sincere with depth a Shell so pure Friendship made the garden grows I searched your words saw thru the eyes A Soul so pure, rare to some Within my life blessings bestowed thru simple words you so behold So to you my Friend,, remember this Mom has your Back,,, Lets Kick some Assssssss I told you once long ago Melodies flowwwwwwww thru your Soul Misfortune has taken your song tonight Embrace the Sky,, lets take flight So sit down with me under the Willow Funny you see she's kinda Mellow Reminisce with me for a bit Now get off your Assssss Wipe off your Butttttttttttttttt Lets make some music Lets kick up some dust Here's to you Here's to them Lets throw some ****ttttttttttttttt into the Wind.....
LOL! Den's gonna love thi Denise!!! Well said!!
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Yeah Den, you're Country enough to make sure which way the winds blowin for ya toss any ch'it into it!!!!!!
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as the edifice falls, like a toppling brick wave, to the uneven ground, the crash shakes the foundation of the thundering soul, the last ruins cracked the whip of time... as the dust eddies and slowly unwinds it's momentum, to gently fade back into the earth among the twisted, fallen citadel that stood for years, onlookers waited, last crumbling bricks subsided and to rest, then quiet....the dust translucent now, a crackle is heard... bricks displacing but where? slowly rising, almost a bubble breaking away, appearring supernatural...breath-away...for just a moment's notice-FEAR!! then realization.....something lived!!! close to the wall to not crush, alas possible!!! broken and bruised, arising, dust covered, and coughing, the soul lives on, an example is given, a hero's re-welcome, as for mixed feelings and a parting he feels, for no one see's the true toll, as growth moves forward in the soul, and the years pass, a life looked back to see the community a stronger and better place, for not just him, but all learned............that fateful day, to each one something different--
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as the edifice falls, like a toppling brick wave, to the uneven ground, the crash shakes the foundation of the thundering soul, the last ruins cracked the whip of time... as the dust eddies and slowly unwinds it's momentum, to gently fade back into the earth among the twisted, fallen citadel that stood for years, onlookers waited, last crumbling bricks subsided and to rest, then quiet....the dust translucent now, a crackle is heard... bricks displacing but where? slowly rising, almost a bubble breaking away, appearring supernatural...breath-away...for just a moment's notice-FEAR!! then realization.....something lived!!! close to the wall to not crush, alas possible!!! broken and bruised, arising, dust covered, and coughing, the soul lives on, an example is given, a hero's re-welcome, as for mixed feelings and a parting he feels, for no one see's the true toll, as growth moves forward in the soul, and the years pass, a life looked back to see the community a stronger and better place, for not just him, but all learned............that fateful day, to each one something different--
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ooooo, dark owl!!!
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Edited by
darkowl1
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Thu 03/27/08 03:37 PM
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thank you, this is for den, a friend met through a personal misunderstanding, that turned out to be what a true friendship should be.... a support when neccessary, and understanding that never goes away, reguardless of surrounding factors in life. we meet some really great people of the finest grade, of which den is. and this is a dedication to hardship and the learning that comes with it,..good, and the reflective as well.
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Upon my Heart came your words Sincere with depth a Shell so pure Friendship made the garden grows I searched your words saw thru the eyes A Soul so pure, rare to some Within my life blessings bestowed thru simple words you so behold So to you my Friend,, remember this Mom has your Back,,, Lets Kick some Assssssss I told you once long ago Melodies flowwwwwwww thru your Soul Misfortune has taken your song tonight Embrace the Sky,, lets take flight So sit down with me under the Willow Funny you see she's kinda Mellow Reminisce with me for a bit Now get off your Assssss Wipe off your Butttttttttttttttt Lets make some music Lets kick up some dust Here's to you Here's to them Lets throw some ****ttttttttttttttt into the Wind.....
Ha ha ha... LaMom's stuff never rhymes... this is pretty kick! |
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Thank all you guys, YOU were my motivation to find a resolution to the issue, I appreciate you all more than even *I* (HOWS THAT FOR EGO???) can put into words. Love ya all!
~Den |
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