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Ice dancer
cold ice dancer
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped
no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form
carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real
judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped
no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form
carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real
judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
Really enjoyed the ice dancing in Beijing, and those guys are strong holding up partners with one hand, even if they weigh only 50 kg its amazing to see. I'd struggle with 10kg over my head!!
The Old Bait And Switch
Just because you’re thinking
You might outsmart us all
This has got to be riddling
Cause it ain't likely so
Just because were still friends
Doesn’t always mean you know
They’re ain’t gonna be much killing
When we all don't get along
So where does that leave us
Amoung the mighty and the strong
Just ain’t square...Just don’t belong
You might outsmart us all
This has got to be riddling
Cause it ain't likely so
Just because were still friends
Doesn’t always mean you know
They’re ain’t gonna be much killing
When we all don't get along
So where does that leave us
Amoung the mighty and the strong
Just ain’t square...Just don’t belong
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Posted: Jan 2023
About this poem:
We all know what i’m talking about here friends……
Borrowed Money
Can I borrow some money?
I will pay it right back
Just right now I lack
The funds to pay my bills
Seems I spent too much money on too many thrills
I ate out every meal
I smoked a pack a day
I forgot to save for a rainy day
You see I believe in living in the here and now
The past and future, I don't know how
You can worry about such things and take away from the fun
Of living in the moment and life on the run
So it seems I'm in a pickle
I don't even have a nickel
So please don't think it's a crime
If I borrow a dime
Or more because of the wisdom I lack
And don't be surprised if I don't pay it right back
So call if you want cause it's no use
I will just make up an excuse
I will pay it right back
Just right now I lack
The funds to pay my bills
Seems I spent too much money on too many thrills
I ate out every meal
I smoked a pack a day
I forgot to save for a rainy day
You see I believe in living in the here and now
The past and future, I don't know how
You can worry about such things and take away from the fun
Of living in the moment and life on the run
So it seems I'm in a pickle
I don't even have a nickel
So please don't think it's a crime
If I borrow a dime
Or more because of the wisdom I lack
And don't be surprised if I don't pay it right back
So call if you want cause it's no use
I will just make up an excuse
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
I got a call from a family member wanting to borrow some money. I don't lend money to anyone for the trouble it causes and the peace I get to have not worrying about unpaid loans.Golf
I have gotten birdies
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Love that frustrating game of golf, though I have to admit I love to drive the golf cart!
success
It is natural to feel disappointed
When things don’t go your way
It’s easy to think ....
"I can’t do it, so why try ? "
But no matter how scared you are of making mistakes
Or discouraged you may become
Never give up
Because if you don’t try and
If you don’t go after what you want in life
It won’t come to you
And you’ll be forced to accept
Things that you know could be better
Success is not measured by
Whether you win or you fail
There is always a little bit of success
Even if things don’t go your way
What’s important is that
You’ll feel better about yourself
When things don’t go your way
It’s easy to think ....
"I can’t do it, so why try ? "
But no matter how scared you are of making mistakes
Or discouraged you may become
Never give up
Because if you don’t try and
If you don’t go after what you want in life
It won’t come to you
And you’ll be forced to accept
Things that you know could be better
Success is not measured by
Whether you win or you fail
There is always a little bit of success
Even if things don’t go your way
What’s important is that
You’ll feel better about yourself
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Language
Language is a wrecking ball
undoing silence, sweetness and song
blasting out peaceful ancient cities living
along nature's hillside
Language is a hold-up
a stop in your face
violating your contentment
and sneering on your race
Language is a possession of
the once well tongue
that becomes sick with lust
Roaring out through the eyes
of its holder's soul
language is ego
hanging out of unzipped pant
growing like a weed
in a bed of down
undoing silence, sweetness and song
blasting out peaceful ancient cities living
along nature's hillside
Language is a hold-up
a stop in your face
violating your contentment
and sneering on your race
Language is a possession of
the once well tongue
that becomes sick with lust
Roaring out through the eyes
of its holder's soul
language is ego
hanging out of unzipped pant
growing like a weed
in a bed of down
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
This is awful!Well, hope you have a good end-of-the-weekend anyway, folks!
...
Nothing...
Everything...
Nothing...
Everything...
“What?”
“Don’t change the subject...”
...
Everything...
Nothing...
Everything...
“What?”
“Don’t change the subject...”
...
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
...
300
We are sucked into the toe
a creeping silent body
We were stolen
Girls, Nigeria
Stolen
We cry
We know
We are alone
Is any body out there!
a creeping silent body
We were stolen
Girls, Nigeria
Stolen
We cry
We know
We are alone
Is any body out there!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
300 Lost
Form-idable
take note all the asterisked fields
are absolutely positively required
want more information soon revealed
of your further actions to be mired
you must supply your date of birth
and the maiden name of your mother
data collected of calculable worth
reasoning behind is for none other
than heartfelt insatiable ongoing need
to know any and every minutia of you
it's not just on your wealth we feed
your very soul we want to see through
fill out the form, go ahead and let go
can't get to the next screen, next step
without filling out all that you know
no trivial points or secrets are unkept
supply the query of your first pet
be sure we'll get your Lat and Long
the more we desire the more we get
keep it flowing and we'll all get along
don't feel that the need is systemic
or you're wrongfully taken to task
everyone's details are purely academic
just ignore that man behind the mask
the feeding of our databases pandemic
I'll double-down wager with any bookie
that digital-land data mining is endemic
like the Cookie Monster "feed me cookie!"
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09
are absolutely positively required
want more information soon revealed
of your further actions to be mired
you must supply your date of birth
and the maiden name of your mother
data collected of calculable worth
reasoning behind is for none other
than heartfelt insatiable ongoing need
to know any and every minutia of you
it's not just on your wealth we feed
your very soul we want to see through
fill out the form, go ahead and let go
can't get to the next screen, next step
without filling out all that you know
no trivial points or secrets are unkept
supply the query of your first pet
be sure we'll get your Lat and Long
the more we desire the more we get
keep it flowing and we'll all get along
don't feel that the need is systemic
or you're wrongfully taken to task
everyone's details are purely academic
just ignore that man behind the mask
the feeding of our databases pandemic
I'll double-down wager with any bookie
that digital-land data mining is endemic
like the Cookie Monster "feed me cookie!"
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09
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Posted: Mar 2011
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"Unforgiven lost lamb"
Perhaps i am a lost case...
Always being crucified...
Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze
And so i am never satisfied...
Keep on being rejected and refused
My worthy heart is usually confused and abused
Why i can not sleep????
Because i am a freak "black sheep"...
Always being crucified...
Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze
And so i am never satisfied...
Keep on being rejected and refused
My worthy heart is usually confused and abused
Why i can not sleep????
Because i am a freak "black sheep"...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i am living my "personal exile" where i dwell nowadays and people from here don´t understand my "foreign culture"(i was born in another State at my country)... i am facing people full of prejudices and ordinary misconceptions... i seem a wanderer here to most of them...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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