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The Corner
Hangin' out on the corner is,
A fine pastime that educates.
With poems from all walks of life,
It sometimes even leads to dates.
The subjects too are varied wide,
From love to hate and all between.
From flow'rs and trees to cars and boats,
It really is a happ'nin' scene.
It teaches and it entertains,
From minds and hearts around the globe.
With worlds of words that cross the seas,
To hit you in the frontal lobe.
Community, comraderie,
With comments kind in thoughtful prose.
Emoticons add style and flash,
Usually add some of those.
Sometimes our tears are brought to eyes,
From verses touching from the heart.
And others make us laugh out loud,
With silly lines from some ol' fart.
A fine pastime that educates.
With poems from all walks of life,
It sometimes even leads to dates.
The subjects too are varied wide,
From love to hate and all between.
From flow'rs and trees to cars and boats,
It really is a happ'nin' scene.
It teaches and it entertains,
From minds and hearts around the globe.
With worlds of words that cross the seas,
To hit you in the frontal lobe.
Community, comraderie,
With comments kind in thoughtful prose.
Emoticons add style and flash,
Usually add some of those.
Sometimes our tears are brought to eyes,
From verses touching from the heart.
And others make us laugh out loud,
With silly lines from some ol' fart.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Well, everybody else was writing one, so I thought I'd put my two cents in...
Why me?
I was tried before, without a just cause. Slandered to the core, they broke all laws. Justice naturally being denied, i seen as a nerd. Summarily i was tried, i was never heard. My character being defamed, with strange accusations. Misuse of my name, with libellous defamations. This not so unusual, good people know it. your name in scandal, gossip being the culprit. But i no longer, take it to heart. My mind is stronger, now expecting these darts. Hatred anger and jealousy, govern the wicked's heart. Good people their enemy, we all play our parts.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
i have often being the victim of slander and gossip. and boy it does hurts. but i learning to hold my head high and walk-on by it!911
Boom! a tower on fire! Boom boom, plane hits another! Looking in shock and disbelief, anger sadness anguish grief. Loss of so many souls, thousands the death toll. But who caused such pain? Egos enflamed for political gains. Religious and political ideology, middle/east rhetoric western democracy. Wars with unknown directions, propaganda fed to nations. Talk of missiles of mass/distruction. America with it's burning bush, bin laden fighting from ancient cush. But does this really matter; to the man in the street? Issues of bread and butter, hungry souls, no food to eat. We are now so weiry, we need a long break. God lend us a hand, no more, we can't take!
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
politics! you know the rest."I" am the anti-chist!
When "I" am god, so "I" need none. "I" live by the sword and rule by the gun. When love is passed, my feelings are numb. My neighbour is outcasted, everyone is "soooo-dumb!" When "I" now first, in the dictionary. When everyone is cursed, and the world "needs me". When dad and mom, they now obey me. Demanding glory and honour, "I" feel like almighty. When my heart is cynicial, and arrogant in-tone. Acting as the "immortals", ready for "my" throne. Is this you above? Here's afool's advice: you're void of love; that's the anti-christ!
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
i is the pride word. it is the suttle word of the devil, that really constitutes pride. pride is the false self! it's purpose is to be like a god!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.
To my fellow poets on CS
I have cut across border,
I have traveled a lot,
And with ten humble poems
I have passed Rubicon.
Tucked nicely in corner
Of the Poets' Abode,
I have placed them for comments,
Always lavish and prone.
In remarks you would make
And in comments austere,
You are driving to point
In a style most sincere.
I am placed at your mercy
Awaiting my lot.
Here's to my fellow poets,
Here's to our great goal!
I have traveled a lot,
And with ten humble poems
I have passed Rubicon.
Tucked nicely in corner
Of the Poets' Abode,
I have placed them for comments,
Always lavish and prone.
In remarks you would make
And in comments austere,
You are driving to point
In a style most sincere.
I am placed at your mercy
Awaiting my lot.
Here's to my fellow poets,
Here's to our great goal!
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
In recognition of our poets' kind, sincere attitude towards newcomers.How do hearts meet?
She dreams of romance, him that special find. He sees her breastplate, but only his mind. Great tales of wonder, both so often tell. Just finding the other, and all will be well. Is it by chance or design they meet? A party or dance, a frolic or feast? A casual evening walk or is it at noon? A long distance talk or trip to the moon? Others i can't know, mine i will define. Byfaith i will go, to find love divine. Though we may dwell, a great distance apart. Destiny has it's sequels, for joining of hearts. The seas gathers waters, from the whole earth. Two souls comes together, being ordained from birth!
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Posted: Dec 2010
Post Comment
Wake Me Slowly......
Wake me slowly,
let me float here,
anchored inside myself,
gently abandoning my dreams from the rim of sleep.
All night I have swum in deep pools,
catching the moon in my mouth,
and letting it go,
darting with fishes in two directions and following their drift.
So "slowly"
wake me slowly.
Do not stir the water yet...
let me float here,
anchored inside myself,
gently abandoning my dreams from the rim of sleep.
All night I have swum in deep pools,
catching the moon in my mouth,
and letting it go,
darting with fishes in two directions and following their drift.
So "slowly"
wake me slowly.
Do not stir the water yet...
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Posted: Dec 2010
Post CommentLove Lets Me.
LOVE LETS ME
Ride on the wings of a butterfly
Float on the breath of a breeze
Follow the path of a rainbow
Sing to the humming of bees
Sway to the rhythm of raindrops
Dance in the warmth of the sun
Reach out to touch a moonbeam
See beauty in everyone
Bask in the glory of starlight
Walk on an ocean so blue
Wake everyday with a song in my heart
Thanking god for the wonder of you........
Ride on the wings of a butterfly
Float on the breath of a breeze
Follow the path of a rainbow
Sing to the humming of bees
Sway to the rhythm of raindrops
Dance in the warmth of the sun
Reach out to touch a moonbeam
See beauty in everyone
Bask in the glory of starlight
Walk on an ocean so blue
Wake everyday with a song in my heart
Thanking god for the wonder of you........
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Posted: Dec 2010
Post CommentInsomnia...
Its long long way past midnight,
Yet still I'm wide awake,
My mind is working overtime,
About doing things to make..
Me Sleep......
Shall I do a crossword,
Shall I listen to a song,
Shall I go and potter round "that" shop,
Thats open all night long,
Shall I try and write a sonnett,
For all the world to read,
Or do one hundred sit ups,
At twice the average speed,
Shall I knit a woolly bobble hat,
In the palest shade of blue,
And if theres wool left over,
Shall I knit some mittens too,
Or, shall I just go back to bed,
For I know without a doubt,
That in forty minutes, when my alarm goes off,
I'll have suddenly flaked right out....
Yet still I'm wide awake,
My mind is working overtime,
About doing things to make..
Me Sleep......
Shall I do a crossword,
Shall I listen to a song,
Shall I go and potter round "that" shop,
Thats open all night long,
Shall I try and write a sonnett,
For all the world to read,
Or do one hundred sit ups,
At twice the average speed,
Shall I knit a woolly bobble hat,
In the palest shade of blue,
And if theres wool left over,
Shall I knit some mittens too,
Or, shall I just go back to bed,
For I know without a doubt,
That in forty minutes, when my alarm goes off,
I'll have suddenly flaked right out....
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Posted: Dec 2010
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