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A bad cop drove early,
From ground hit instant,
Jerk kick limply,
Manual neutral off side,
Pull quick resting stop,
This undeniable Van,
Wasted xerophyte your zip.

Its time for me to write again,
About a friend,sister and lovely girl,
Whose heart belongs to Jesus Christ,
His servant she is and always has,

Everyday without fail,
I see her poem appears.
To stop the shrieking wail,
And make the devil disappear.

I am glad to be her friend,
Someone who will stick with you to the end,
Her soul,mind and prayers too,
Are for the weak,poor,old and even you!

This is a tribute,
Especially contribute,
To one and only,
For you, dear Adeline!
Bless you!
In the name and blood,
of our Saviour,
Jesus Christ.
Amen.

Lizsar is a very good girl,
She loves God,nature and especially the Oceans.
I do believe she is a very holy person,
Don't be surprise if she used to play pranks on church sisters.

Her favourite colour is Pink,
She loves Jerry Lewis i think,
Her heroes are Herbie and Pink Panther,
And you can't find a more loyal daughter.

She writes for finishing college,
And also a Christian newsletter,
She's still got a half tank mileage,
She is our love bug not a street racer!

Steve Martin once acted with her in a small role,
She played as the Pink Poetress,
And him as her side kick toad!
With ballads, encore and a duet song.

Her youth was also illustrious,
She played quarterback for the Yankees!
And in soccer she was a goalkeeper,
And women basketball she was a point guard!

Ronald Macdonald,Colonel Kentucky, and Long John Silver are her friends,
John Travolta would take her for dance,
David Copperfield would always make a sudden appearance,
And Hulk Hogan bring her to sit at his ringside!
When Legion of Doom see her at their match,
They will always shout "WHAT A RUSH!"
Even Andre Agassi would pump his hand in the air to salute!
And the Queen of England would pay a visit for tea!

Lisa Stanfield would pass her a VIP concert ticket,
Michael Buble would sing for her the blues,
Lassie would bring for Xmas a new wishbone,
Because with her friends she's never home alone!

All her friends the ones she treasure most,
Are all the people of kingdom poets,
From Kathy,M.M,Madtat,Martina, Jk2,Phyllis n John ,Studecar,Beautifulyou,Paloma66,Jesse,Ladyjewel,Mike,Liam,John,Gnj4u,Kathy n Nu,Cafetwo2010,
Happygolucky4u,Odette67,
IvoryPetals,
Arteee,
Timotie,Stella,Ladybee42,Mcradloff,Marikia,Wildflower5555,Linda,Virgosign,Trurorob,
Bill,
Cameal6,
Dementia,Sophiasummer,LadyMorgana60,
Teemu,Leonpazy,
Cherryreggae,Ken,
EarlGreyTea,Jimee,Steve,
Macduff5, . . . . Etc
And not forgetting Ancient Bullman that's me.
We are here to share our prayers,love and words for a very special Lady,
Pinkpoetress aka Dejavu4u . . .that's YOU!

To just a few Men who I admire and think are kind of wonderful on here.

Bill(fellsman), gentle teacher and a Gentleman, someone to look up to and rely on, always there for people he respects, a wonderful guy.

John, my sweet man who inspires many, with knowlege and teachings he shares freely. my soul poet.

poetnumber1, sweet and sexy who many adore, a Man who I admire.

jesse james, a deep thinking Man who knows woman, and who is sexy and gentle.

cafe, what can i say, strong gentleman with a wicked streak woman love, your real life "bad boy" but for His lady he would always be there.

Morgan, just a darling who gets on with everyone and who one day will find true love and loves deeply.

darkhorse, Liam, a sweet heart and great friend, and I am soo glad he found someone amazing he can love.

Macduff, another great writer who is a gentleman, knows a lot about life but I feel will be butter in the right womans hands, has a heart of gold.

Greg (GMS75), sexy and another darling I am missing these days, hope its a good sign?

bard76, My amazing friend who is very hugable, and has a deep inner strength that is wonderful to see.

HelloGoodbye, a yound Man who has the soul of a great poet and writer, and the soul of someone who will be big one day.

Yankee4you, another sweet heart on here who makes me smile, missing him too.

Spartacus, a gentle man who would treat a woman like a Lady always.

jimEee, another lovely guy who has been missing lately.

Madtat29, a nice guy who if you got to know, would I think be a true friend.

timotie, one of the most gentle and loving Men who will always be a friend, and another who found love with a beautiful Lady here.

My Michael, weemike, the Man who wrote me a poem one day instead of a message and won my heart, he then sang me a song and stole my soul, his gentle ways and loving arms are all I need in life, I found love because he remembered my soul from before time, I heard his call and climbed into his arms, its where I belong.

Words succinctly remind us tonight
it is, after all, a no-cost dating site
no more, and certainly, no less
on this defense my argument will rest.

This much, too, I must, dutifully, confess
It is not Forums, nor Blogs to address
nor Videos viewed, nor Games played
not Flowerbox planted nor Photos displayed

nor eCards or Mailbox to receive or to send
or Polls to take or Groups to jump in
No Articles of import inserted to share
nor Online Now to see who is there.

Not one of the Tags, colored, small, large
that shout how different or alike we each are
Nor a post or review of one’s favorite CD
Music categorized for enjoyment by you, by me.

Nor one of the 248 pages of Movies, so far, shared
to see what others watch and get to know who cared.
Nor your favorite Books list complete with fans
where The Secret reigns, so at the top it lands.

But rather Poetry, a corner where poets reside
to share with the reader what lives and dies inside
that pours onto paper from the sweat of the pen
risks being judged “mediocre”, beginning to end

thoughts, hopes, ideas, what appears in vivid dreams
captured in rhyming or un-rhyming verse that streams
byte-by-byte through the internet ether, with hope on wing
to resonate, a tear or smile to each reader might bring.

As words succinctly remind us tonight
we’re connected through this no-cost site
so, by now you can, in good humor, guess,
my “mediocre” poem finds a quiet place to rest.

They come from different lands
All have been dealt a different hands
every poem I seem to see 
Whether its warm sad about love or life or fear 
They are all good to hear 
They come from the hearts of people
We are all in some way equal 
Whether your a talent or not 
The poems in here I enjoy a lot 
I'd just like to say thanks to all
the cs poets whether girls boys young tall or small 
For making me smile 
Your poems are all worth while 
As I get older there's something I notice more and more 
No matter what your life or where your born 
We all want similar things 
To be loved and have good friends 
To surround us I see this again and again 
Thanks again to the cs poets 
Your all great I hope you know It 
Beachy

she picked a flower growing near the river and placed it in her hair, it was a beautiful red, it showed so well in her dark hair, she trailed her hand in the cool water and the spray from the waterfall felt cool on her face.

He walked out of the water as if he was part of it and smiled at the girl who sat waiting, his skin glistened and the water fell in rivers down his body making it seem like he was a part of the river.

He held out his hand and she placed hers into his, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her high swinging her around, she laughed and kissed him, then they seemed to disappear into the water falling softly over the rocks.

The tour guild walked into the clearing and turned to the people there, he had been bringing people here for years and he still felt the two souls of the lovers who drowned so long ago as if it was yesterday.

What i wrote tonight,
It's already forgotten.
Whom i met and befriend,
To me they are worth a fortune.

A zero is just plain nothing,
Add a one to it and it is something.
I am really a nobody,
Unless i have you on my friend list.

Flowers and messages that you've sent,
Makes my day a little bit better.
To hear from you with words of honey,
Is a blessing to be among the living.

He sits watching at the kitchen table,
The woman breaks the eggs into the bowl of ingredients,
Her hair flowing freely down her back,
His shirt she is wearing reaching to her knees,
Her bare legs and feet teasing him.

She reaches for the milk and beats the mixture,
Pours it out into the pan and turns with a smile,
Holding out the pan for him to help her put it into the oven.

He takes in how she looks, flour coats her cheek, and milk stains the front of his shirt, he smiles at the picture she makes.

Stands up and takes the pan from her, and the soft round mound of his child comes into his view, he leans down and kisses the woman he loves, walks over and places the cake into the hot oven.

I mixed something so savory sweet,
And cooked it in a baking sheet,
I took delicious THC
and put it up in everything,
Melted chocolate and poured in kief,
Couldn't taste a single thing,
Probably more than I'd really need,
Soaked some nugs up in the milk,
Gave it a slightly greenish tilt,
Manufactured some ganja butter
Make you wanna slap your mother,
Even cracked a couple eggs
that a loaded chicken laid,
Flour, sugar , dash of salt,
This batch would be over the top!,
A few walnuts for added crunch
Not too many, not too much,
Nothing wrong in the world all day,
Have to say,
Best damn brownies I ever made...