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Everyone chooses for itself Woman, religion, road; To serve a devil or the prophet, Everyone chooses for itself Everyone chooses on itself The word for love and for a prayer. Sword for duel, a sword for fight Everyone chooses on itself
The last hurricane is the same name as me!
See the little fawn, move too fast and she'll be gone. She knows to run away, when the hunter comes to spoil her play. Have Mercy on the Animals, they have feelings too. Have Mercy on the Animals, they feel just like we do. Mother Cow's out in
A simple poem of 2 souls meeting, the potential they share as one and how quick all can be lost.
This is about those women who allow themselves to be easily fooled, and abused, by their men….sadly.
I dream of you Do dreams come true I hope so Cos I dream of you Behind closed eyes Asleep at night I kiss you Behind my closed eyes When morning comes and starts a brand-new day It fills me more than words really say The love that grows
I went back to him again. How could I be that silly? Finally the love I had for him is gone. Since July 2019 I've moved 20 + times! Back and forth to him. I've learnt a lot, that's always a bonus... At last I've come to my senses...and I've forgiven him and myself, thank God...??
writing me some blues
How broad can bald eagle spread wings? Over Gag and Magog, to the east, and the place of morning calm When she is molting a spot is unclothed, New Orleans in the south Red China swelling in Asia with great sway An occult war manufact
I In this dizzy age, on Gaia’s strand True goodness raises barely a flutter While the fluffy things of rattle and flare Attract, but go not much further II But good is good and there’s a need For kindness, true words and honour For the eart
I am also on a Chinese match-making site and in the first week I received 150 plus admirer's letters. Poor women, they are so desperate to get married (again). I wrote this poem starting from the double meaning of people (lonely people vs. people's commune, an administrative unit in Mao's China).
Humorist mood
It happens when people just leave us and go, When sky turns to gray with cold rains, winds and snow. It happens when tears just cover our eyes And we feel that our hearts are becoming like ice. But any such period has and end and the reason
I think this poem explains itself ! After seeing a very close relative go through a very difficult patch, I was inspired to write this, as I also love her as dearly as my own.
What better a way to release emotion than to write it. Thank you foro aallowing me too.
They strayed below the greening hills to love. He'd show her how, When breezes raised her tumbling hair and kissed her fevered brow, to rise above and float the larks suspended in the air who'd sing the tune of wakening upon the lady fair. Th
For days we mount white stallion, going westward, far from the black stone path The beast pants, but carry on with fire in its eyes New shoots down-trodden in the channel I taste the straps on forerunners deep beyond their dermis, way
Yay!
Good morning...
From a light, occaisional user...
It's work but it's working...
Please..let me in to your tortured heart Where I can repair it from within. I'll mend your heart with threads of gold, So you can love again.
I wrote this poem, following a period of quiet inner reflection!September 2004.
I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME HAS MUCH I WOULD LOVE HER
A poem about an evening of trying to write a love poem to someone who's love is no longer.
Have you ever watched a crescent moon tiptoe cross the sky or sang in haunting harmony with the nightbird as she flies? Have you tasted every color of the rainbow's lofty hues or reveled in the raindrop's kiss? or drank of morning dew? Have y
Dedicated to the troops from all nations in jeopardy on American Independence Day.
Beautiful spot!
I saw suffering today. It was closed, quiet, curled up into a small ball, dressed in thin robes. I saw suffering today. His big eyes looked at me in silence were looking for help. I saw suffering today. When they reached out begging for hel
this may be getting a more added to it and slightly rearranged, but for now I'm done
I bought my first tickets to a Brewers game and spent about three hours trying to figure it out, cash is way, way easier!
If all the sharp stars, fell down from up high, from spaces beyond deep blue skies... Would you even try, to catch at least one, or stare glaring as each star dies?... Might you doubt that I, care not for my sight, I'd stare at the sky until you...
it talks about the vibes of a healthy relationship
You can write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, trying to stamp me to the dirt Still, like fire, I rise. Just like moon and sun, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes high springing I Still, like fire, Arise.
There's too much hate; show some love today.
chances are
When all that matters is no more and emotions lay bare on the floor when all that once was no longer is then life has surely lost its fizz but hope springs eternal, or so they say and maybe I'll find love again some day maybe not now, or even n
I have three days off till Monday, then four hours of work and another 14 days off, maybe I'll get lucky and have someone to play games with during the day, that would be nice!
A song from the heart Of Allwyn Marcher, ( My alter ego in an Game of D&D), on the subject of grief For any Interested below the song I have posted it again but the way other players would have seen it Verse by Verse in game, Every thing in (* *) are to emote the song he sings It's hard too convey feeling in a game when all *spoken* interaction between players is expressed in text. In the real world I know this is not fantastically good But Allwyn was an amazing bard , His performance score was 62 But In games terms the performance of song brought a whole town to tears Context He sang this song over his family's Graves. They were massacred in a Massive Orc and giant Uprising. A fantasy world is not all "they lived happily ever after" you know
just musing around, where are all our poets, winter hibernation?
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
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