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Portrait of the caribbean man!
He is hot, as he's tropic. His emotions swirls, like sea breeze. He's versed in many many topics, every given opportunity, he will seize. He's rated: the best amongst lovers. His mates do enjoy full ecstasy; Her whole body she re-discovers; "His lips" fulfills, all "her" fantasy. That's the nature of Mr. caribbean man. He explores a woman passionate-ly. He seldom stays with one woman. He is instinctive, acting randomly. He is a man of rhythm. Party is in the man's soul. There is non to curtail him. "He is out of this world"! He's for those that want more; Those with "pleasure" on their mind. Such are told: "welcome ashore." "let's give ourselves", a caribbean time!
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
hey meet the caribbean man.Liberty vs freedom.
It was french conned; the notion of liberty. Democracy's door they opened, chanting freedom liberty fraternity! Others did follow suite; Haiti joined the fray. Revolution though not cute, paved the "freedom way". Need to mention england; whose throne feared badly. America declared/won independence, her symbol, statue-of-liberty. Women wouldn't be denied; most are now "liberated". With salaries lagging behind, many still feel frustrated. Radical changes-throughout time; did it, "set people free"? Sure, freedom voices chimmes; is that the liberty? There are still needs; the political "powers" dictate. Many hungry mouths to feed, "welfare" in western states! Social unrest is brewing, egyptians on the streets. "People" still are pursuing, "percieved freedom" they seek. However the question remains: how free can we be? Democracy seems like gain, but, is that liberty? Sin enslaves mortal man, that's according to scripture. Bible makes us understand; life ísn't about pleasure. Christ died for us; he gave man liberty! Delivering belivers from lust and, setting captives free. Now, those seeking libety; he meets that need. Who-so- ever he sets free, gets "title", "free-in-deed"!
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
The question is how free can we be? we are free to do many things but without responsibility there are ccnsequences! also it my belief the scriptures are infallible, so i trust what it says.
The Perch
The mailbox lights up
When they are there
I stop to wonder
Who would care
Open the door
To someones life
Without regarding
Any strife
Trust the sender
Open your heart
Tho wary maybe
Might just start
From rome to spain
They do come
Wondering if
Your the one
Hopes an dreams
Carry their call
Opening up
Before the fall
Honesty prevails
Most of the time
Although some do
Spin you a line
Regards to all
Who enjoy the search
For the endearing qualities
Of the lovebirds perch
When they are there
I stop to wonder
Who would care
Open the door
To someones life
Without regarding
Any strife
Trust the sender
Open your heart
Tho wary maybe
Might just start
From rome to spain
They do come
Wondering if
Your the one
Hopes an dreams
Carry their call
Opening up
Before the fall
Honesty prevails
Most of the time
Although some do
Spin you a line
Regards to all
Who enjoy the search
For the endearing qualities
Of the lovebirds perch
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
in a crazy mood ha ha
If We Could Bring You Back Again
If We Could Bring You Back Again
If we could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
We’d express all our unspoken love;
We’d have countless things to say.
If we could bring you back again,
We’d say we treasured you,
And that your presence in our lives
Meant more than we ever knew.
If we could bring you back again,
To tell you what we should,
You’d know how much we miss you now,
And if we could, we would.
By Joanna Fuchs
If we could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
We’d express all our unspoken love;
We’d have countless things to say.
If we could bring you back again,
We’d say we treasured you,
And that your presence in our lives
Meant more than we ever knew.
If we could bring you back again,
To tell you what we should,
You’d know how much we miss you now,
And if we could, we would.
By Joanna Fuchs
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
sympatic
MICHEAL MULRYAN
I ALWAYS LOVED KERRY
AND U DID YOUR BEST WE HAD A HOLIDAY EVERY YEAR
I USED TO BE SCARED TO SLEEP
BUT YOU HELD MY SMALL HAND
THERE WERE SIXX OF US DUNNO HOW WE GOT INTO THE ANGELA
I KNOW THIS DOESN'T RYME BUT NOTHING IN LIFE DOES
I GAVE U A KISS BUT SENSED SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN
YOU KNOW LIKE IN YOUR GUT THAT LAST TIME
YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME YOU WERE DRIVING FROOM 14 YEARS
BUT I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED YOU TAKEN UR KEYS OR SOMETHING
YOU WERE HANDY AT EVERYTHING
BUILT SHEDS AND TURNED IT FROM YOUR GREEN HOUSE TO YOUR WORK SHED
YOU MADE ALL THE WOOD TURNING SAWS OUTTA BITS AND PIECES
THEY WERE TAKEN CICULAR SAW BY YOUR GRANDCHILDREN
DADDY I LOVVED YOU U GOT CANCER OF THE EYE AND THAT HAD TO REMOVE UR EYE
THEN CATARACT ON OTHER EYE
BOTH MYSELF AND MY SISTER BREEDA BLAME OURSELVES
SHE GOES IN TO MUM ON FRIDAY AND DOES DIY
SHE SAYS DADDY TELLS HER TO DO IT
DADDY CAN YOU SEE AND HEAR WHATS GOING ON
OR HAS DEATH LEFT YOU ASLEEP OBLIVIOUS TO EVERY THING
OKAY YOU WERE 80 YEARS BUT A FIT MAN AND THE ESB VAN HAD TO
GO OVER THE CAR
IN RENARD POINT
COUNTY KERRY
I DIDN'T GO TO THHE FUNERAL WAS TOO SELFISH PLUS WAS DIAGNOIED AN ACHOLIC
ITS FUNNY NOW BECAUSE I WS TOLD I COULD DRINK AGAIN
ON ALOT OF PRESCRIBED DRUGS NOW
REMEMBER BEING IN ST ITAS AND ASKED DO I CARE AND I SAID NO
SINCE YOU GONE I ENDED IN HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD NIGHT MARES OF U WAKING UP IN THAT COFFIN AND BLAMING ME
OKAY GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE COS I KNOW PART OF YOU IS HERE
I HATE BEING PSYCHIC BUT MAYBE IT WAS A GIFT LIKE BREEDA
PEOPLE THIS MAN HAD SIX KIDS ALWAYS WORKED EVEN AFTER RETIRMENT AND WE HAD A COTTAGE GORTNAGREE KELLS CO KERRY IRELAND AND THATS WHEN
ON THE 7TH OCTOBER WENT TO LOCK COTTAGE UP FOR THE WINTER
I WANT TO GO BACK DOWN TO WERE IT HAPPENED BUT MY HUSBAND WON'T ALSO
THEY HAVE A VIDEO OR CLOSING THE COFFIN IN MUMS HOUSE
THEY WON'T LET ME SEE THAT.
HE ALWAYS GAVE OUT TO MMY HUSBAND ABOUT CARE OF HIS CCARS
MY HUSBAND JUST MENTIONED IT
ANYWAY MAYBE YOUR IN A DREAMLESS SLEEP
I WANT THIS SLEEP TOO DAD
I HAVE SHAMED YOU WITH PROSTUTION
BUT SOME HOW I AMENDED IT WITH MY HUSBAND
DAD I NEED SLEEP LIKE YOU
WAS KILLED RENARD POINT CO KERRY VISITING A NEIGHBOUR ESB VAN WENT OVER TO OF CAR 3.07PM DAD GOT OUT THEN TAKEN TRALEE GENERAL DIED THREE DAYS LATER TALKING ABOUT HIS GRANCHILDREN
HE WAS HALF COLD KISSED HIS FOREHEAD FELT PEACEFUL
THEN DID YOU EVER SEE A COFFIN WITH SOMEONES NAME ON IT
MICHEAL MULRYAN 7 TH OCTOBER 2007
TO HIS HOUSE IN GLASNEVEN
I WAS USELESS JUST AS THE WAKE HAPPENED
I SAT USELLESS BESIDE THE COFFIN IN SISTING HE NEEDED HIS BASE BALL CAP
THEN ROSERARY BEADS.
SO THAT'S MY STORY BY THE WAY MUM WAS IN ACCIDENT TOO AND SHE RECOVERED HEAD OF THE MULRYANS THE BOSS AT 83 YEARS HUGS MUM
AND U DID YOUR BEST WE HAD A HOLIDAY EVERY YEAR
I USED TO BE SCARED TO SLEEP
BUT YOU HELD MY SMALL HAND
THERE WERE SIXX OF US DUNNO HOW WE GOT INTO THE ANGELA
I KNOW THIS DOESN'T RYME BUT NOTHING IN LIFE DOES
I GAVE U A KISS BUT SENSED SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN
YOU KNOW LIKE IN YOUR GUT THAT LAST TIME
YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME YOU WERE DRIVING FROOM 14 YEARS
BUT I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED YOU TAKEN UR KEYS OR SOMETHING
YOU WERE HANDY AT EVERYTHING
BUILT SHEDS AND TURNED IT FROM YOUR GREEN HOUSE TO YOUR WORK SHED
YOU MADE ALL THE WOOD TURNING SAWS OUTTA BITS AND PIECES
THEY WERE TAKEN CICULAR SAW BY YOUR GRANDCHILDREN
DADDY I LOVVED YOU U GOT CANCER OF THE EYE AND THAT HAD TO REMOVE UR EYE
THEN CATARACT ON OTHER EYE
BOTH MYSELF AND MY SISTER BREEDA BLAME OURSELVES
SHE GOES IN TO MUM ON FRIDAY AND DOES DIY
SHE SAYS DADDY TELLS HER TO DO IT
DADDY CAN YOU SEE AND HEAR WHATS GOING ON
OR HAS DEATH LEFT YOU ASLEEP OBLIVIOUS TO EVERY THING
OKAY YOU WERE 80 YEARS BUT A FIT MAN AND THE ESB VAN HAD TO
GO OVER THE CAR
IN RENARD POINT
COUNTY KERRY
I DIDN'T GO TO THHE FUNERAL WAS TOO SELFISH PLUS WAS DIAGNOIED AN ACHOLIC
ITS FUNNY NOW BECAUSE I WS TOLD I COULD DRINK AGAIN
ON ALOT OF PRESCRIBED DRUGS NOW
REMEMBER BEING IN ST ITAS AND ASKED DO I CARE AND I SAID NO
SINCE YOU GONE I ENDED IN HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD NIGHT MARES OF U WAKING UP IN THAT COFFIN AND BLAMING ME
OKAY GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE COS I KNOW PART OF YOU IS HERE
I HATE BEING PSYCHIC BUT MAYBE IT WAS A GIFT LIKE BREEDA
PEOPLE THIS MAN HAD SIX KIDS ALWAYS WORKED EVEN AFTER RETIRMENT AND WE HAD A COTTAGE GORTNAGREE KELLS CO KERRY IRELAND AND THATS WHEN
ON THE 7TH OCTOBER WENT TO LOCK COTTAGE UP FOR THE WINTER
I WANT TO GO BACK DOWN TO WERE IT HAPPENED BUT MY HUSBAND WON'T ALSO
THEY HAVE A VIDEO OR CLOSING THE COFFIN IN MUMS HOUSE
THEY WON'T LET ME SEE THAT.
HE ALWAYS GAVE OUT TO MMY HUSBAND ABOUT CARE OF HIS CCARS
MY HUSBAND JUST MENTIONED IT
ANYWAY MAYBE YOUR IN A DREAMLESS SLEEP
I WANT THIS SLEEP TOO DAD
I HAVE SHAMED YOU WITH PROSTUTION
BUT SOME HOW I AMENDED IT WITH MY HUSBAND
DAD I NEED SLEEP LIKE YOU
WAS KILLED RENARD POINT CO KERRY VISITING A NEIGHBOUR ESB VAN WENT OVER TO OF CAR 3.07PM DAD GOT OUT THEN TAKEN TRALEE GENERAL DIED THREE DAYS LATER TALKING ABOUT HIS GRANCHILDREN
HE WAS HALF COLD KISSED HIS FOREHEAD FELT PEACEFUL
THEN DID YOU EVER SEE A COFFIN WITH SOMEONES NAME ON IT
MICHEAL MULRYAN 7 TH OCTOBER 2007
TO HIS HOUSE IN GLASNEVEN
I WAS USELESS JUST AS THE WAKE HAPPENED
I SAT USELLESS BESIDE THE COFFIN IN SISTING HE NEEDED HIS BASE BALL CAP
THEN ROSERARY BEADS.
SO THAT'S MY STORY BY THE WAY MUM WAS IN ACCIDENT TOO AND SHE RECOVERED HEAD OF THE MULRYANS THE BOSS AT 83 YEARS HUGS MUM
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
NEW GROUPTHIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD, DID YOU SAY SHE'S RICH?
‘TWIXT A TWERP AND A TWIN
are you the one who is trying to come ‘twixt she and me?
Are you the one who makes her blush like the roses we Are blessed to see?
Couldst you be the one to split up a couple alegedly laden with love?
And are you the one who promised to gather and grant her every star above?
Wouldst thou presume to have the power
At any second, minute or hour
To make me fade like a fireplace and its smoke
And then try to rekindle the embers she came to stoke
Must you be taught about her ample lust?
And the pies she bakes with a buttery crust?
Will you be the one, the weed and the wedge?
But take heed when she’s tries to lead you the edge
So, you must be the one who thinks himself suave and urbane
Okay, I say, go learn about the intricacies of the lady’s brain
Then strike up a conversation about being handsome and rich
Do all that because I certainly don’t want the ignorant b*tch
© 2011.….free cee! PHREEPOETREE
are you the one who is trying to come ‘twixt she and me?
Are you the one who makes her blush like the roses we Are blessed to see?
Couldst you be the one to split up a couple alegedly laden with love?
And are you the one who promised to gather and grant her every star above?
Wouldst thou presume to have the power
At any second, minute or hour
To make me fade like a fireplace and its smoke
And then try to rekindle the embers she came to stoke
Must you be taught about her ample lust?
And the pies she bakes with a buttery crust?
Will you be the one, the weed and the wedge?
But take heed when she’s tries to lead you the edge
So, you must be the one who thinks himself suave and urbane
Okay, I say, go learn about the intricacies of the lady’s brain
Then strike up a conversation about being handsome and rich
Do all that because I certainly don’t want the ignorant b*tch
© 2011.….free cee! PHREEPOETREE
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
THE MUSIC MADE ME DO ITi'm not kidding, the ghost of Lawrece Welk compelled me to write this so i did...i do everything larry tells me to do
As one
I sit with you on top of me
Hold you close
Slow at first
One.... Two.... Three
Close my eyes
Hear you cry
Faster we get
Harder we try
Listen to you carefully
Making sure you respond to my touch
I want to hear you talk to me
In that way I love so much
Love to go on forever
But I have to let you go
Realising we've been here hours
My hands begin to slow
It creates a feeling within me
Like nothing else can do
In a moment of ecstasy
As I sit as one with you
Hold you close
Slow at first
One.... Two.... Three
Close my eyes
Hear you cry
Faster we get
Harder we try
Listen to you carefully
Making sure you respond to my touch
I want to hear you talk to me
In that way I love so much
Love to go on forever
But I have to let you go
Realising we've been here hours
My hands begin to slow
It creates a feeling within me
Like nothing else can do
In a moment of ecstasy
As I sit as one with you
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
About my guitar :PRabid Dogs of Blog
It can be risky
Posting a blog
Flaying myself open
Like a sardine can
Or a lid off a can of
Soup
Many rabid dogs
Wait
White foamy bubbles
Collecting in the corners of
Their "smiles"
It is the freedom of
Speach
The freedom to insult
The freedom to make light
And so it goes
I protect myself against
The angry rabid dogs
Of Blog
I pull on my heavy
Jeans that sing the blues
I slip my arms
Into my leather
Armor
And I lace up my
Steel-toed boots
Ready to take a walk
In the land of Blog
But that's not all
I have my Glock that
Rocks
In hand and safety off
And I am ready to
Defend myself
The Right to Bear Arms
The right to stare a
Bully in their narrow eyes
I am ready to swing my arm
Around
Halt, with open sight
Resting between the eyes
Of those rabid smiling dogs of Blog
Posting a blog
Flaying myself open
Like a sardine can
Or a lid off a can of
Soup
Many rabid dogs
Wait
White foamy bubbles
Collecting in the corners of
Their "smiles"
It is the freedom of
Speach
The freedom to insult
The freedom to make light
And so it goes
I protect myself against
The angry rabid dogs
Of Blog
I pull on my heavy
Jeans that sing the blues
I slip my arms
Into my leather
Armor
And I lace up my
Steel-toed boots
Ready to take a walk
In the land of Blog
But that's not all
I have my Glock that
Rocks
In hand and safety off
And I am ready to
Defend myself
The Right to Bear Arms
The right to stare a
Bully in their narrow eyes
I am ready to swing my arm
Around
Halt, with open sight
Resting between the eyes
Of those rabid smiling dogs of Blog
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
dedicated to the nasty commenters of the blogs, xxx
life...
when i dont know about what is the life...i asked my mom...
she said you will see it all the time
but i was too young to understand that...
but i thought i know everything..
truth is i still didnt find what life is really..
maybe not till i die..
she said you will see it all the time
but i was too young to understand that...
but i thought i know everything..
truth is i still didnt find what life is really..
maybe not till i die..
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Posted: Feb 2012
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