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We are mired by routine , tangled in between duties and responibuilities, desperate for that moment to come and live life. Precious times when we connect and feel alive , no longer trapped by the trappings of the everyday life.Precious times , may be minutes or weeks , when lifes perfect moments make us complete. We join humanity in the celebration , I offer my thanks for the times I gain , precious and few , to live life again.....

The mystery beneath
where you can look but not touch;
curiosity seekers want more,
but there’s not much.

A missing WWII plane
found off the Florida coast
has generated much interest
in learning about it's ghost.

Who was on this plane and when did it crash?
The Navy is trying to find the answers
with fingers pointing to a September 1944 splash.

The Sunken Military Act of 2004
is preventing further exploration
on the ocean floor.

There’s a lot of speculation from many it appears;
In search of their long lost loved ones missing for years.

Truth be told in 2012
there’s more to the history
and more to delve.

I'm up at dawn and the mental gears are engaged,
the day will be long, my schedules been staged.

I've loaded my gear, trailer's ready to roll,
When sun dial hits 7:00, tis my cue to go.

Today is mowing, weed-eating, trimming and blowing
discarded leaves from trees that have been sowing.

Flower beds, homes and yards needing TLC,
assigned by their owners trustingly to me.

Like unmade beds and left over dirty dishes,
where a maid is hired to fulfill their wishes.

My services are rendered in the same intended way
to improve that which is neglected day after day.

The gift of good health to do all my work,
is a blessing from God, and not just a quirk.

To have this job at a time of economic strife,
Pleases me well, but I'd also like a wife!

I've no time to test the waters, to seek, to search
for a beautiful young gal to go with me to church.

So it's here to this site that I turn my attention
to publicly announce that I'm seeking her affection.

I'm a hard worker, fit, reliable and strong,
but to no-one that I'm in love with, do I belong.

'RICH' - I'm NOT!, (but neither am I shamefully poor),
Debt free I am, and 'DEBT' is something I want - NO MORE!

So excuse the attempt I've thrown out in poetic form,
to introduce myself as being available for your charm.

If preferences can be mentioned without insult or pain,
tis a younger, dark haired, slender beauty I hope to gain!

"OK ladies, your turn - I'm waiting!" :-)

My soul searches often , as my feet start to travel the endless miles they tread. I wonder , I wander , to view what compells me. Insatiable desire , for to journey I must , boundless desire , to quell my wander lust. Faces ,places , they come and fade to dust , grains of sand in my jar , I must fill till it busts , no cure for this wondering , wanderers lust.....

The poet cries
Fly words fly!
From the paper on which they are wrote.
And into the hearts of
All who read.
May they be touch with
Smiles and frowns.
Laughter and crying.
The past, present and future.
The poet cries
Fly words fly!


Copyright 2011 John Yona

Some nights I don't get any sleep at all.
The words come and I must write.
I fit them together.
I hope they touch,
reach deep into ones soul,
And heart.
And make a
Small yet profound difference.
My words are created from within and
waiting to be born.
The words come and I must write.

Copyright 2011 John Yona

PLEASE READ CAREFULLY................
A 21 year old guy had worn a pair of contact lenses during a barbecue party.(An event or meal at which food is cooked outdoors over an open grill or fire)
While barbecuing he stared at the fire charcoals continuously for 2-3 minutes.
After a few minutes, he started to scream for help and moved rapidly, jumping up and down.
No one in the party knew why he was doing this?

Then he admitted into the Hospital, the doctor said he'll be blind permanently because of the contact lenses that he had worn.
Contact lenses are made by plastics, and the heat from the charcoal melted
his contact lenses.

DO NOT WEAR CONTACT LENSES WHERE OVERHEATING AND FLAMES ARE CONCERNED.... OR
WHILE COOKING...!

Refrence: Statas of the day on facebook

'Whisper Man'

Hello, you whisper in my ear
Come to me Darling,i am over here
Where are you when i need you
I am always very near
No need to say you are Sorry
For it was not your fault
You are such a Gentle Giant
A Caring man at that
You bring the light in through my Window
The Sun to my Soul
The Laughfter to my mouth
You are such a gentle Soul
Hello,You Whisper in my ear
I wish we were on a Desert Island
Where no one else could go
Just the two of us together
Touching each other slow
I know i can't be with you at the moment
You are far away form me now
Accross the sunny Ocean
Amoung the Mountains High
I will never say Goodbye
Because i will only Cry
You are such a sentitive man
God could only Give you that
Hello,You Whisper in my ear
Come to me Darling
Hold my hand like that
I Love your warm Touch
Your Pale Face against my Chest
Wrap yourself around me
So i can feel your Bodies Warmth
Now i am going to Whisper
Goodnight my Friend,Goodnight.

Now is the time to seize the day
No matter what, come what may,
To think too long would be a crime!
Do you really have the time?
The clock is ticking, It will not stop!
Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Tick Tock!
To make this choice to change your life,
Just like the moment you chose your wife,
To have a dream you can make true,
Is possible here for all to view,
So take this moment and find the way,
To a better life right now TODAY!

I used to be a writer; a little poetry by hand. A poet without the glitter; no audiance did i command. My messages were solely mine; a cummulation of my thoughts. Here and there little lines, and whatever comfort it brought. I was not the shakespear; i am who i am. These my writings, i shared, hoping if "one" would understand. Then my time was past; i wrote poems no more. Not even good poets last, muchless me, this simple bore. Yet you can make me great, reading my work through and through. Do so for this poet's sake; one who is infamous as you. Become a well known critic-: debate my work and its value. With comments from good to derelict; such helps my work shine-through. I am not the immortal; my body dead and gone. Make my work-:a living portal and byfaith a legend lives:- on!