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1.Not all male foreigners are bad, U have 4-flavors in these classes of men including the black and white American Males. You have the Good, The Bad, And The Ugly! And Those Men That Are Married To Evil.
Writing for magic or money One thing is clear Wish I had the magic to make money appear Writing for reason or rhyme Love could be a reason Love could be a never ending line Writing for thought or pleasure This is what I find It was a plea
Long time ago a girl caught my eye I was under a spell and to make matters worse I was also shy But one day when met Something happened I'll never forget She preferred a handshake to a hug And pulled the rug of love Out from under me it did
Don't ever give up on yourself.
Just having a little fun with 'rhymes'.??
Original lcbr poem (edited slightly)....from the blogs....(A bit of shameless self-promotion!)
Shameless self-promotion, but I think it's pretty good!... (mostly) the standard of poetry, here, is Excellent!
An original lcbr poem, (from the blogs)......
Don't knock the poet Who puts work here for free Just so you know it That poets me My words not obtuse Or like Dr Seuss I'll leave that to others To act like a goose! With wit and with flair Be real has been there The verse of Bereal T
I talk to the old codger But he's an old dodger As sly as a wisp of smoke In due proportions Not gross distortions I now beseech You old bloke To present the question (That's just a suggestion) In format that's not from Mars Or have y
The marvel of the Ancient Greeks.... The term pi, was not used by Pythagoras, at the time...(hence the inverted commas)....But it amounts to the SAME thing!....(The ratio of a circle's circumference/diameter), and he DID wonder rather a lot about that!
The many times crossroads have appeared in front of me daring me to choose, to pick one, only one but of course, I have choices, beyond any crossroad.
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
West, pushed them west, to the point where the sun hides push them so far away until no trace what damn race, evil they are Christians like us will set them on fire and our fire is war they have no land, gold, water, god is with us and god tol
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away, I know you, and you know me, so, remember Your part, go away, and take it to heart, And if you come back, look into my eyes, And see, that I will know your lies.
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today, Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard, No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain, Giving it up, t
When the knowing becomes true, I don’t Talk to you, When the knowing is real, we know How we feel, When the knowing flows free, when We can see, That you are me, and all of this is Our fantasy, That’s when you BECOME me, REALLY!
I used to go to Dubque, but got tired of the crowds and the unsafe conditions of that town, now I go here in Platteville, Wisconsin.
An ode to my Mother.
Brighten your day
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
When that moment comes, before sleep invades your space, Just for an instant, you can dictate tomorrow in this place, The star of this show will be someone you know, Where you can go, where you reside with nothing to hide, Tomorrow can be your sh
I’m like this because of you, I’m like this because you Never saw it through, I’m like this because the Winter Sun never shone! I’m like this because my flowers died and left me Traumatised, I’m like this because you were never here, to hold
Amazing is the way you can't get it for, it is to them to pick up the pieces of your shattered life indeed, mostly insane, cradle it important things are those to be collected from bottom, up...I do! but, still, I do not amazing, how thoughts
slice of life
pretty random but good to get a poem going on a cool day here
but the more we tried, the more we get hit could it be, not hard enough building this country and what's for well, to be slapped harder, to find places to go incognito detriment is at his best when you can't do it better...basta! canallas!
What better way to end your day than to smile and say ‘I did it my way, (thanks Frank) And when the day has begun, no better way but to smile and say ‘Here comes the Sun’ (thanks George)
There’s no script for life! but it seems to me it seems to be, Lights, camera action all of the time, The director is YOU, it makes no sense, no reason Or no rhyme , to fall in line all of the time. We are not actors in a stage play, we are crea
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
It is about Love
I have been complaining about this issue my whole life, from my nonexistent family members who don't want to be bothered, to the voters who vote for people like our current blunder, I hope he's ok after his fall on his nonpolluting bicycle.
I look, I see, what was meant to be, But nothing is divine, nothing here makes You mine, All of our creation, and all of what You can be, It’s decided by who?......you at the Back, you are me! Sometime in some way in someplace And somehow
Inspired by : https://youtu.be/MJueQ41gAFs (rendition by Violet Orlandi of Chris Isaak's song " Wicked Game ") And where my poem's title is an often repeated phrase in the song's lyrics ...
When will it end?
Faith is the victory....
If you get too lost in your own sense of importance You will lose it all, you WILL cease to exist like us all, And then it’s over, and all of your regrets will be lost To nothing, no one will care that you were even here, So, today, say to yours
Too many times we look outside, It’s the fire inside, that matters, Too many times that fire has died.
To detach oneself and be alone, Tis easier said than done, You can leave the crowd, You can leave the place, But still, you’re part of the Human race, To know oneself is to know The way, But to find that place, there’s A price to pay, Fir
Let me love you my Darling, so I can prove to you that the sun rises through the clouds and is still shining ... Let me love you my Dearest so I can show you, even when you are at your weakest , that I'll always be there ... L
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