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I buy the ticket so I can dre-e-e-eam...
Blatantly pandering to prospective employers... :D
Dedicated to the troops from all nations in jeopardy on American Independence Day.
Apologies to the vegans...
Missing her...
A snowy owl in mid Missouri! Not something one sees every day...
I wish I was a fly on the wall Then I could hear what she was saying To my good friend Saul Does she even like me at all I sure wish I was a fly on the wall Everytime I hear the phone ring I hope its her call I would know,if only I was a fly on
I love money, I love cash. I’ve got to keep my money in a stash. ‘Cause money and me’s a spendin’ spree. A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck. I love money just for me. I love the moola jive that it gives me. My money and me, we’re curr
For...???
You have the sweetest smile and you have the warmest heart and I really miss your laughter whenever we're apart, Your photograph reminds me of the days when you are near, but it can never hold me close and kiss away each tear, And when at night the
When I saw the clouds in blue sky Rolling direction in the morning breeze My heart is always asking Where they then go later When I looked at the waves in the blue sky Nonstop romp over time What they're looking for Arriving on the beach sand
Many possibilities, same question stem: what if. Believe it or not, it's a love poem. Not much of one, but it was written in that mindset.
I wrote this poem when my wife told me she doesn't love me anymore and left me.
From poetry collection titled "Reflectionz" copyright 2005
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
it is about two girl friends and their relatonship, after reading my new poem A PHONE CALL, they met again......
I'm so proud of my grandaught.
Tiny drops, streaming down, So sad to see. Broken hearts, Broken dreams, Too bad for me. All I ever wanted was the best for you, But I was too wrong to be. I've caught hell, Caught up in those games, Caught up in my fear. I've laid it down
from the top of my head
Sometimes it's hard for me to say to you.. All of the things that I want to And it's not that I don't care.. Because you know I do.. Sometimes, I hold back maybe out of fear. But then I guess .. sometimes, Maybe we all do. And I w
a blast from the past...circa late 60's
You are here when I’m wrong. You’re my heart, you’re my mind… When I’m weak, you are strong. You're my eyes when I'm blind. When I fall, when I’m lost, You are here, you’re my way. When I’m hell, you are frost. When I’m coast, you are bay.
hmmm. what yah think folks
Got this never ending feeling Following me down every road i take Burning sun on my back Coming out in a cold sweat It leaves a bitter sweet taste on my tongue Got my finger wrapped around the trigger of a loaded gun Wrap me up in cotton wo
I wrote this poem early part of this month as a blog posted on my website. It's a common sense/lash out at the president's most harshest critics and haters. These people seem to criticize everything that he does. As an independent, but more over to the base of the conservative side of the political spectrum, I agree/disagree on certain things that the president have done but I'm willing to give him time and show him respect like I did with former president Bush. Bashing just to be bashing and engaging in double standards towards him and not with other past presidents is not constructive criticism. What these people need to understand that this type of behavior is Only making themselves look seriously misinformed and ignorant, not the president!
I took just one second to stand back and reflect To challenge my own sanity and emotional intellect With just one whisper, a promise forever true Through the Storms and Wars I've Fought, I still only fight for you A thousand miles in either d
...most hated thing lonliness...
A poem about an evening of trying to write a love poem to someone who's love is no longer.
A poem describing the coming of winter.
written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
every time we have to understand others felings too..
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.
This is my first poem in English. It's actually lyric for a song. I wrote it today.
WHEN YOU GOT THE MEANNING OF THIS POEM YOU WILL WIN A GIFT FROM ME SO DONT FORGET TO TELL ME...........!!! THAT YOU KNOW THE MEANNING OF THIS POEM
I decided to make impatience into a true-blue virtue, for it can come in really handy when, we aren't getting the desired results from patience, n it has gotten a bad rap for centuries. Who got to decide that anyway ? It is now one of my own special personal mottos ! aware3
Nearly all of the poems I have written are the product of inspiration. Most often from someone I loved or love's demise. Usually conceived in the dim light of depression on a napkin. This one's origin is obvious and is one of my first of my first love. I am however not a purveyor of unhappiness and have a few that are descriptive in nature, whimsical at a time, and compassionate at another.
My own perception of Divine Oneness, that I believe we all share. A oneness that does not see race, age, country, creed, or any of the self-imposed barriers, that we put between ourselves and others. And then we ask, "Why is there so much loneliness and suffering on this beautiful planet, that we inhabit"? We must somehow, find our way back to that sameness, and return to our true origin. To see beyond the exterior, which is only temporary-to the infinite Spirit, that created and connected all to it and to each other. As a Spiritual Advisor/Catalyst, it is part of a collection. I hope to soon complete them to share...
The terror is immense My heart's beating intense I never did anything this harsh It doesn't make any sense My life keeps on flashing My lungs keep on gasping I want to take action but my feet make no traction My hands and arms still Only pai
I wrote this poem, under the blissful spell of a cool breeze, on a beautiful spring day ! Some people call it Spring fever, and I don't know why ? I was feelin' really COOL !
no one can avoid waiting ....if yes..there is no life..
I wrote this poem, as a self-reminder of the importantance to value first n foremost the opinion we hold of ourselves, for it matters most ! I dedicate this poem to my very beautiful daughter Janadelina, n all the other beautiful strong women in my life, my mother, my grandmother, my sisters, nieces. I am so blessed ! aware3
its not good to live only for money...
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