Tis rare to see such natural beauty,
that captures one's full attention,
much less a sight so marvelous,
it's glory maintains full retention.
When such experience as this I've said,
finds it's place within fertile mental soil,
a seed of vision grows within one's head,
saving that memory from forgot'n spoil.
Some find this rare and treasured jewel,
of visions etched upon memories wall,
in 'artsy clothing' of silk, yarn and wool,
while another might dwell on a waterfall.
There's pets & things, people & places too,
that find their way into memories domain,
and if only 'fond' memories we could 'view'
those we love most tis where we'd remain.
All this was said to bring to a conclusion,
that a wonderful memory for 'ME' twas made,
when upon fertile soil of 'my' mental illusion,
An image of a Lily named 'Liliane' was laid.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
This poem was specifically written to (and for) a beautiful Brazilian Woman whom I've been blessed to share a bit of correspondence.
With her permission, I'm sharing this poem with the family and friends of poets corner.
She asked me to write a poem using a 'Lily' as part of the poem, being as her name 'Liliane' is derived from a Latin word meaning Lily.
This is what I came up with. Hope you all enjoyed it. Swade777
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Author: Unknown
To see us walking side by side down country lanes or city streets.
You would feel the love between us both you’d see it in our eyes.
I’d smile a knowing smile at you as you glanced when passing by.
And she would then look back at you as she does with all she meets.
We walk past all the folk we know I say hello she nods her head.
Sometimes we stop and chat a while I chat she just stands there.
But all the time she’s looking round for someone she may know.
Until I’ve finished chatting she’ll be listening to me instead.
Then off we go along our way until it’s time to venture home.
We’re both worn out and tired now it’s been a long old walk.
Past the village grocer’s shop the old school then the farm.
Home at last she rushes past exhausted but still grabs her bone.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
This is about Velsi (my dog).
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Greetings to all in the poets corner;
I want to thank everyone that has read my works and made wonderful
comments them. You have made me feel better about myself than I have in years!
As I told a friend I've met in CS, I've been writing for as long I've been able to put words into sentences. But there were but a small handful of people that knew that I wrote. I kept everything, except one story, to myself.
I never expected the warmth, appreciation or support you all have given and shown me. Thank you so very much!!!
There are so many brilliant, talented writers in CS, and I'm pleased, and proud to be able to participate as reader and author.
Thank you with all my heart
Dave
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Posted: Aug 2010
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seems it's a century since you met me, perhaps you may think so venusly.....i fixed what was wrong in your house pay checkly thats where it started us friends you n me.....now crystal she loved her morning coffee if it sat on the ground an was fresh it was free, imagine a dog that was high on caffiene, keep your cup in your hand crystals mean till caffiene.....my best friend she's Jan an her Dave is her man when we spend time together we know where we stand, shared respect.... no demand.....she'll give you the heart thats worn on her sleeve in return nothing asked is true friends she believes,she knows when ur down in your voice she sees frown....thats where good friends will truly always stick around... it's a hug or cheecked kiss that you need Jan she's there, she's your friend to the end always real no pretend!
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Posted: Sep 2009
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best friends
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~drafting tables under arm from time to time, most thought scaled to design clickin the mouse of parallel lines, precise measured thought in preliminary draft, millimeter bore equality ensured, vision imaginative to the extreme from this set of blue prints I'll help with your dream, I cross all my t's an dot every i my work is my passion an will always be so, formulated safety security tensile structural sound, on paper it works start the hole in the ground. . . . ~
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Written for poetengineer, one of the most kind gentleman I've met. Cheers my friend.
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have you ever met them, never keep track a deed's in faith done, givin a help or hand up's them, face in gleam of their treasured life, a door with no lock, a heart of silk gold couraged excitement bubbled within, stories of life so willing to tell purvey'd with conviction an smilin day don'd strife, finger's worked raw to the bone to do what it takes to get it all done, salt of the earth truly they are, their doors always open, silk gold knocker's the sleeved heart that they wear ~
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
:)
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Author: Unknown
Gossip what a waste of my time.
Let's talk about you.
I don't want to know about your neighbours life
I want to know about you
Please don't tell me what your neighbour did
I'm only interested in you
Please don't tell me what your neighbour eats
I want to know what you eat too
Gossip is like Cancer, it spreads and is destructive
Don't you want to live your life,
In a way that is constructive?
I shy away from Gossip as much as I can
For if I have nothing good to say about another
Then my life is truly damned
How sad to live a pathetic life through the life of another
I would rather live a life of a hermit,than live your life of pretence
Where my only consolation
Is what my neighbour regrets
So go away and leave me alone, because I will not give my ears to you
Until you realise and understand that without Gossip you can live too
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Posted: Aug 2010
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I'm alllergic to pple that gossip....
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I helped.
She thanked.
I felt.
Thank you.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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My mum was right the giver recieves the best gift of all. :-)
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Author: Unknown
I have a friend who's very dear,
Though I've not known her long.
But still to me it's very clear,
She'd never do me wrong.
We started out to look for more,
But that was not to be.
You never know just what's in store,
Or if there's chemistry.
Still friendship means so much in life,
That you should never doubt.
Friends help you through your times of strife,
A helping hand reached out.
But I love her and she loves me
On that you may depend.
Though not romantic'lly you see,
The love of a true friend.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Thinking of her...
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Author: Unknown
Your Perfect Smile
Lights up our day
In CS we met you
And we wanna be Friends
All the way
I think you're a God sent
Where have you been
All of our life !
You're Cute , You're sexy !
I wish if I could be
Half of what you are !
Always be sure
That we all love you
Cuz you're our Angel
And we'll always
Take Care of You
^__________________^
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
This is to my special friend in CS that i met months ago in here .. and she has been nothing but an angel to me and to everyone in here !!
You're the best hun !! keep doin what you doin !
Luv u sis ^___^
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