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Alone in my stoop
SomeTime I Think
OtherTime I Sink
SomeTime I Drink
AnotherTime I Blink
SomeTime I Sink
SomeTime I Link
SomeTime
SomeTime
Some---
OtherTime I Sink
SomeTime I Drink
AnotherTime I Blink
SomeTime I Sink
SomeTime I Link
SomeTime
SomeTime
Some---
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
This is WHY I was canceled my membership last night that GREAT-MIND works under silence, they know whatever they do have NO IMPACT on the gentry as nobody accepts an WISER than that of them, this is so true and a proven fact, look at the "JESUS" , every body speaks of EXPERIENCE but, talks from the BOOKS that were written by others experienced !!!We everybody JUDGE every one without digging deep into it, we hurt unknowingly, we console to the extream.
And most amazing fact is, we come up with knowledge we have gathered in school days which we never apply in our own life, we all want to keep a NOBEL winer inside though !!!
What if all the GREAT-MIND goes behind the SILENCE ?!? ---it is not that far away when this planet will be filled with BLOGGERs only ---GUST A THOUGHT
How does it feel ?!?
Every time you see
A CROW
Who is said to be your
BRO
Every time you look
At a MAN(in CS)
He cuts your PC from
The LAN(net) !!!
A CROW
Who is said to be your
BRO
Every time you look
At a MAN(in CS)
He cuts your PC from
The LAN(net) !!!
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Posted: Oct 2018
Post CommentGoodbye my friend
Goodbye my friend
Until we meet again
We talked so much
of dreams that would
never end
We danced around
the tree of life
Often with joy
and strife
We watched mountains crumble
to the sea
We counted clouds drifting endlessly
We kissed among the flowers
Yours was the sweetest they could be
We cried many tears
and suffered many fears
We walked through darkness
for so many years
Now I hear the call of the angel
I see her gentle hand
She beckons me home
to make my final stand
I am going away to a place
I have never been
I wish you were with me
for I am shaking like a leaf
I never felt so much grief
I see shadows and images
faces and strange places
yet they seem somewhat familiar
but still they remain peculiar
If only you were with me my love
I wouldn't feel so cold and alone
The angel led me to a stone
carved upon it was a dove
Written upon the stone
were the names of everyone
I ever knew that I had to atone
All the pain all the strain
All the regrets and all things
I tried to forget
I had to let go so that love
could continue to flow
I had to forgive so that
I can once again live
Out of the ground came chains
of steel they were wrapping themselves
around the stone ever getting tighter
as if it was going to crush it
into pieces
I could hear the voices screaming of those listed
upon the stone praying in anguish as it tightens
then releases
They cried unto me to let them go and my
resentments to allow the flow of atonements
I set them free most urgently and prayerfully
Yet there is one which is you my love my guardian
angel in whom has been my friend to the end
How shall I look upon you knowing my ways?
Will I be able to let you go for the rest of my days?
Until we meet again
We talked so much
of dreams that would
never end
We danced around
the tree of life
Often with joy
and strife
We watched mountains crumble
to the sea
We counted clouds drifting endlessly
We kissed among the flowers
Yours was the sweetest they could be
We cried many tears
and suffered many fears
We walked through darkness
for so many years
Now I hear the call of the angel
I see her gentle hand
She beckons me home
to make my final stand
I am going away to a place
I have never been
I wish you were with me
for I am shaking like a leaf
I never felt so much grief
I see shadows and images
faces and strange places
yet they seem somewhat familiar
but still they remain peculiar
If only you were with me my love
I wouldn't feel so cold and alone
The angel led me to a stone
carved upon it was a dove
Written upon the stone
were the names of everyone
I ever knew that I had to atone
All the pain all the strain
All the regrets and all things
I tried to forget
I had to let go so that love
could continue to flow
I had to forgive so that
I can once again live
Out of the ground came chains
of steel they were wrapping themselves
around the stone ever getting tighter
as if it was going to crush it
into pieces
I could hear the voices screaming of those listed
upon the stone praying in anguish as it tightens
then releases
They cried unto me to let them go and my
resentments to allow the flow of atonements
I set them free most urgently and prayerfully
Yet there is one which is you my love my guardian
angel in whom has been my friend to the end
How shall I look upon you knowing my ways?
Will I be able to let you go for the rest of my days?
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Posted: Aug 2018
Post Comment
(Emotional Highway)
(Emotional Highway)
Traveling down emotional highway
Trying to escape
Never looking back on all the hurt
Have no room for pain
Avoiding heart ache curve
On into the night I go
Gotta get away
Roaming aimlessly
No time to check into heart break hotel
Getting that divorce you cause me
No room for cheating liars
You misused my heart way too long
Now traveling down emotional highway
Into the sunset I go
Putting it all behind me
No time for sad smiles
Clear sky’s ahead
So you can’t rain on my parade
Don’t need disappointment as my passenger
Here I go pass heart attack lane
Never stopping till I reach
New horizons
Traveling down emotional highway
Trying to escape
Never looking back on all the hurt
Have no room for pain
Avoiding heart ache curve
On into the night I go
Gotta get away
Roaming aimlessly
No time to check into heart break hotel
Getting that divorce you cause me
No room for cheating liars
You misused my heart way too long
Now traveling down emotional highway
Into the sunset I go
Putting it all behind me
No time for sad smiles
Clear sky’s ahead
So you can’t rain on my parade
Don’t need disappointment as my passenger
Here I go pass heart attack lane
Never stopping till I reach
New horizons
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
just about my life and journey on finding love again
Visiting Plainfield
Ed Gein
One of the most famous people from Wisconsin
I went to visit his grave on my vacation from work
It's a drive that takes you through Madison
Then you go straight up on Interstate 39 from there
All together it's about 160 miles
I find the grave yard right away
So I see a guy mowing the grass
I ask him where Ed Gein is buried
He tells me Ed used to babysit him when he was a kid
Ed was a good guy, hard worker
But when his mom did he went off the rails
So he tells me his son would know where he is buried
I ask his son if he knows where Ed is buried
He says, yes I know where he is buried, but I'm not gonna tell ya
I'm getting tired of people coming here
And disturbing his mom's rest, she needs to be left alone in peace
So I didn't want to upset the man
And decided it would be best if I left
I go back to his dad and he tells me how to find Ed Gein's property
As his house was burned down shortly after his arrest
I look for it, but I can't remember how exactly to find it
So I stop at a few businesses, got a Reese's pumpkin
A Badger tshirt, as they didn't have any Plainfield shirts
I also discovered a new snack at a wayside on the way there
Herr's Deep Dish Pizza Curls
One of the most famous people from Wisconsin
I went to visit his grave on my vacation from work
It's a drive that takes you through Madison
Then you go straight up on Interstate 39 from there
All together it's about 160 miles
I find the grave yard right away
So I see a guy mowing the grass
I ask him where Ed Gein is buried
He tells me Ed used to babysit him when he was a kid
Ed was a good guy, hard worker
But when his mom did he went off the rails
So he tells me his son would know where he is buried
I ask his son if he knows where Ed is buried
He says, yes I know where he is buried, but I'm not gonna tell ya
I'm getting tired of people coming here
And disturbing his mom's rest, she needs to be left alone in peace
So I didn't want to upset the man
And decided it would be best if I left
I go back to his dad and he tells me how to find Ed Gein's property
As his house was burned down shortly after his arrest
I look for it, but I can't remember how exactly to find it
So I stop at a few businesses, got a Reese's pumpkin
A Badger tshirt, as they didn't have any Plainfield shirts
I also discovered a new snack at a wayside on the way there
Herr's Deep Dish Pizza Curls
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Ed Gein is one of the most iconic figures around the Halloween season, which the stores are already promoting since it is the second most decorated holiday after Christmas.
The end of time
Till the day comes prepare for battle and gather the cattle to the safest spot
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Just stangeMean People
They are everywhere
I am so glad when 3 PM arrives
To get away from all these mean people
They just are so happy to say mean thing to you
Even though you have done nothing to deserve this treatment
They are probably destined to go to hell
Where they will get to spend eternity hearing all the mean things they said
Said back to them
Hell is not just hot
But also a place where the people get to feel all the pain they caused others
I don't wish anyone to go there
I really don't
But I also know Satan isn't hanging out down there all by himself
I am so glad when 3 PM arrives
To get away from all these mean people
They just are so happy to say mean thing to you
Even though you have done nothing to deserve this treatment
They are probably destined to go to hell
Where they will get to spend eternity hearing all the mean things they said
Said back to them
Hell is not just hot
But also a place where the people get to feel all the pain they caused others
I don't wish anyone to go there
I really don't
But I also know Satan isn't hanging out down there all by himself
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Just pissed off at some of my coworkers, nothing new here.Sharks
I'm just a shark
Yes, I'm only a shark
And I'm swimming here in the Pacific
Well it's a long time since I ate a swimmer
The sun's going down and it's gettin really dimmer
I know I'll be in a bowl of shark fin soup someday
Oh, I know it's just a lark
But today I am still just a shark
-It sure must be hard being a shark
Well I'm one of the lucky ones
Even though shark fin soup consumption in China has fallen 80%
It's gaining popularity in countries like Thailand, Vietnam, and Indonesia
And it's still really popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan
-Oh No!
Oh Yeah!
Oh I know it's a lark
But today I am still just a shark
"I caught you shark, now you're a bowl of soup!"
OH NO!!
Yes, I'm only a shark
And I'm swimming here in the Pacific
Well it's a long time since I ate a swimmer
The sun's going down and it's gettin really dimmer
I know I'll be in a bowl of shark fin soup someday
Oh, I know it's just a lark
But today I am still just a shark
-It sure must be hard being a shark
Well I'm one of the lucky ones
Even though shark fin soup consumption in China has fallen 80%
It's gaining popularity in countries like Thailand, Vietnam, and Indonesia
And it's still really popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan
-Oh No!
Oh Yeah!
Oh I know it's a lark
But today I am still just a shark
"I caught you shark, now you're a bowl of soup!"
OH NO!!
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
Going to The Meg tonight again. This is a parody of I'm Just A Bill from School House Rock I used to watch in the 70's and 80's. I love sharks, though I am afraid of them.
Cold Reserve
Days ago I died and froze and in the cold my life was lost, but down below beneath the snow my soul was bound by frost. And they're laid and there it stayed until the devil pulled it in. Which goes to show that good will grow, but all is killed by sin.
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this one when I was 15 years old
What is Haunting Me?
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear..... what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Like Dracula's cloak... a silence floats... Crawling in the black night air
Mystic rush from my lips.... what is haunting me?
My hand stretched out to test the fear... This should I dare?
Deepest fog clutch my senses.... Such a strange nightly air
The night time is calling..... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Each illusion spinning round.... sounds inside sounds
Spinning on for--e---ver mooore
Hallucinations have their place..... not where to haunt the mind
This darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine.... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
Darkness breath to my ear..... what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Like Dracula's cloak... a silence floats... Crawling in the black night air
Mystic rush from my lips.... what is haunting me?
My hand stretched out to test the fear... This should I dare?
Deepest fog clutch my senses.... Such a strange nightly air
The night time is calling..... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Each illusion spinning round.... sounds inside sounds
Spinning on for--e---ver mooore
Hallucinations have their place..... not where to haunt the mind
This darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine.... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
What may haunt us inside or outside of ourselves? This is one that just ‘came to me’- you know, the muse came to visit for a while. The setting is ‘walking through the spooky ole woods alone’ but I think there’s more to the story. What do you think? And this also evolved to become a song.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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