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ladygwen123

POETS

Who can they be?
Whomever they be
It includes you and me.
For poetry is the heart of our being
What we feel and what we are seeing..
It need'nt be real but does not make it false.
We can be naked wit,h no shame
light a fire with no flame
Be in love, never knowing who they are,
Wish upon a star.
A rpoet can hear the roaring of the sea
When the Sea is not around,
Hear the singing of a Whale
ause we know it by its sound.
We can dance on a cloud on a clouddless day,
slide on the snow on a summer;s day
we treat ourselves along with the world
In every word we write
For that is how we know
That all our words have might!
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Posted: Aug 2014
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poem tells all
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QuietStormF

Simpler Times..

I can still see my Grandmother in her old faded housedress
bent over the old wringer washer
lifting out piece by piece, each garment,
and running it through the wringer,
of her new washing machine..
Down in the musty cellar
Times were so much simpler then..
Folks were grateful then,for the little simplicities in life,
Which seemed to make life easier...
Now everything is rush rush and I just don't have the time...
No time to simply throw the clothes in the machine,
And toss them in the dryer...
Isn't it funny, how spoiled we've become..
Not as if we have to wash them on a rock at the river..
Now we rush off to the gym where we think we need to get our exercise..
Whatever happened, to everyday tasks, like cutting the grass, weeding the garden,
It used to be enough to keep us in shape...
Whatever happened to toiling away in the kitchen, to make a home cooked meal..
Instead of driving through the drive-thru..
Maybe if we all went back to a simpler time..
We'd be happier and healthier, and appreciate all that we have now..
Just a thought.. let's walk.. not run.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
Just something I thought about today, when a friend's kids were complaining about doing the laundry.. :D
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Unknown

Jobless Blues

Verse I

Was doin' good, my eagle flyin' high,
Yeah, doin' good, my eagle flew so high,
Then all at once that well it just ran dry.


Chorus

Can't find no work now, don't know what to do,
There ain't no work, what am I s'posed to do?
Just one more fool to sing these jobless blues.


Verse II

My unemployment lasted for a while,
Yeah, unemployment saved me for a while,
Now it's all gone an' bills are pilin' high.


Verse III

Not on the street but guess it won't be long,
Not homeless yet but can't be very long,
Til landlord say it's time for movin on.


Verse IV

Worked all my life, ain't never been this way,
I've worked so hard, how could it be this way?
With nothin' left to keep the wolves at bay.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Thirty years of computer programming experience... Anybody need a shoeshine?
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walRU

wrapped hands

all I was given was strength
a dull and blunted tool
I stare out at beauty
with the clarity of a fool

all I was given was ferocity
a rulebook without rules
a limited life vocabulary
an outdated set of tools

all you were given was beauty
intelligence and grace
a heart to dry my soul and boat
my lighthouse is your face

all I was given was physicality
an afterthought, a whim
I struggle in the mighty seas
the great minds often swim

all you were given was a kindness
wrapped around a true
all I was given was brutality
it stops me from loving you
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Posted: Aug 2019
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darkhorse555

star beau

been thinking of you
all day
my beautiful angel
you are the most
amazing woman
i am totally
bowled over by you

dreaming of spending
my life with you
was talking
to my mum and dad
today they said
i look a lot happier
just had to smile
you have made me
the happiest
man alive

you touch this
heart deeply into
the soul
in so many ways
just wish that i
could find
the words
to tell you

looking into
the stars tonight
thinking into myself
wishing i was sharing
lying under
the sky
with you

holding your hands
sweet love
smiling as one
a star shines
brightly in
these eyes
is you baby
the most beautiful
woman in my eyes
amazing you
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
dreams of something beautiful
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nightcrow

broken bones and great hearts

toys are bought n played till they break,
boys are made of sugar n spices to burn the hearts of their wifes,
girls are made from sweats and flowers to destroy the lifes of their men,
pets are made adorable only to eat their masters hands,
winds were created to destroy mankind ,
but most off them all is metal made to destruct the bones of men whom turn it to machinary,
cars bikes and trucks were made to creat a lesson to be learnt by each individual,
lessons of life that hurt but yet make a persons great heart whole.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
feelings of my motor cycle accident
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mcradloff

The Top Row

At work there is a wall with all the employees on it
The person who has been there the longest started in October 1974
He has worked there for 43 years 2 months and 15 days
He is beyond the age of retirement as he is 63 years old
He works for the health insurance and to pay for dental care
His wife does not take care of herself and needs constant care
Then there are the rest of the them, all men
1977 - 2
1978 - 5
1979 - 9
1984 - 2
1986 - 1
1987 - 4
1988 - 3
I worked with a guy who has three years left to work
Then he is going to save up his five weeks of vacation
And roll it over to the next year in 2021
Then he will have 10 weeks of vacation
Including whatever sick time he has left
So he should retire some time in March 2021
He will be celebrating his 40 years of working there in July
He has only voluteered to work on Saturday twice in the last five years
He is one of the smart ones
He only has to work at this place 235 days a year
While anyone with less than 30 years has to work all Saturdays
Some volunteer for every day they can get
So it's around 300 days a year if you just work the mandatory overtime
If you volunteer it may be months before you have any time off
But at least you'll have some extra cash
To pay all those medical bills from working too much
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
I really wished I had stuck it out with teaching, at least I got every weekend off, even if the kids drove me crazy!
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mcradloff

Quick Ways to Make Money

1. Picking up aluminum cans. I made 400 dollars in 7th grade doing this when the price of aluminum per pound was 28 cents.

2. Mowing grass. I did this for 25 years and made some good extra money doing it.

3. Robbing a bank. Stealing is probably one of the fastest ways to make some extra cash. It does carry some moral baggage for some, so this one hasn't been one of mine, plus if you get caught it's some guaranteed jail time.

4. Prostitution. This is another one that I haven't tried, and I haven't paid for either. There are many who make some extra cash tax free this way, but the dangers of picking up a disease plus possibly being hurt or killed make this one a risky way to score some extra loot.

5. Murder for hire. This one is a problem for me as I worry about that whole burning in hell for eternity consequence, but those who don't mind the bad afterlife results can really make some extra cash really quick, or about as long as it take for the bullet to come out of the gun and hit your target.

6. Begging. This one can be done with some old clothes and a cardboard sign with some catchy phrase on it. There are some who pretend to be homeless and do pretty well with this one, but here again I have to pass as I feel the really needy need the handouts more than I do.
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
Just bumming once again about work and the possible jobs out there, if I got really desperate, so far I'm just gonna suck it up!
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agoodguy2have

trade ya

the container sits on a dock portside
just waiting to be taken for a ride

I always try to think inside the box
what's there, bound where, be lamps or locks

commerce of manufacture from nation to nation
a whole community's labors creation

sits in steel boxes stacked six high
multi-colored presents for people to buy

the container ship sinks lower in the port
as the boxed goods are stacked of every sort

green boxes, blue boxes, yellow and red
electronics, wheels, maybe cheese spread

from my neighborhood to yours and back
then onto a truck or maybe train track

stuff circles the globe every day of the year
on container ships bound for some faraway pier

eventually boxes are stacked in some store
and people buy things from your distant shore

the global economy keeps spinning around
as nation to nation we are all bound

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-26
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
ok it's definitely not Pulitzer material but ... I live pretty near a really large port. I was riding home and this was just lying there beside the road so I stopped and picked it up. I'll take it to the vet and get its' shots later... ;-)
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Unknown

Vendors' Rat Race

The wheels turn and spin
See them go round and round
They wear a silly plastic grin
From sun up to sun down with noses pointed to the ground

Eyes turned upward
To catch a sign of curiosity
From those that walk in a perfumed cloud
Of Animosity

Three for twenty,
Two for a hundred
This their song
This their reality
All day long

Sun has set
See how the wheels still turn
Slowly now with thoughts of needs unmet
And little hearts that for a treat do yearn

Boxes come out
The goods go in
And away with a shout
Tomorrow's another day...
Yet still with the plastic grin.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Looking at our roadside vendors and thinking of their daily grind to make a living... Random thoughts of their rat race.
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