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A Me Day.
Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.
Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.
Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
We are so busy with work and life.We just need to be Us sometimes.
Having a Me Day.
XXX
Movie lines that made an impact.
"I sometimes dream of a love that the world would lay down and be still for '
*What wouldn't I do for the right guy"
"You might of wished for Me, but I wished for you to"
*I found a Man I just can't stop kissing "
From -' Practical Magic '
*What wouldn't I do for the right guy"
"You might of wished for Me, but I wished for you to"
*I found a Man I just can't stop kissing "
From -' Practical Magic '
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
Love this movie.
Childhood Memories
Sitting on the gate with Rose
waiting for the boys
Where are those lads with scruffy clothes
still playing with their toys.
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
as other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
what mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
on Farmer Giles land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
when the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
play hide and seek and track
I'd love to be alone in there
with Jimmy's brother Jack.
How time has flown since first we met
down by the garden gate
My own young one's now take my place
as down the path they wait.
waiting for the boys
Where are those lads with scruffy clothes
still playing with their toys.
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
as other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
what mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
on Farmer Giles land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
when the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
play hide and seek and track
I'd love to be alone in there
with Jimmy's brother Jack.
How time has flown since first we met
down by the garden gate
My own young one's now take my place
as down the path they wait.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
How easily we forget those days when we are now surrounded by so much technology our kids think a phone is fun.
Doirasi
I gave it all up,
Just to have it all again.
And if I had to start over,
I would still do the same.
Just to have it all again.
And if I had to start over,
I would still do the same.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
This is from a story of mine involving a Spartan who interacts with the world outside New Sparta, and though he realized that he is more than what he seems, he still keeps to what he always was.Bruised Lips.
To be kissed is such an intimate act.
He takes your face in both hands,
Gently leans in and brushes his lips over your mouth.
You feel His breath, warm and gentle as he watches you.
Just holding your face softly, leans in and crushes your lips, takes your moans into his mouth and tastes your soul.
Leans back and looks at your eye's, and softly parted lips, smile's right into you.
That's how to kiss a woman.
He takes your face in both hands,
Gently leans in and brushes his lips over your mouth.
You feel His breath, warm and gentle as he watches you.
Just holding your face softly, leans in and crushes your lips, takes your moans into his mouth and tastes your soul.
Leans back and looks at your eye's, and softly parted lips, smile's right into you.
That's how to kiss a woman.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
A perfect kiss.
Fearless
Waiting for the sunshine,
Someday it came but didn't shine,
Is it just you?,
Are you losing your mind?, -
You carelessly wonder,
In an abyss being the last climb,
What matters now?,
Make it the last time?, --
A townhouse in town,
The middle of the city of dead,
Life moves on,
As if you are not there, -
You go outside,
They cower,
They hide and they're scared, -
Perhaps they should be?, --
Fearless,
Maybe the scars you bear?,
Fearless,
Maybe the long hair?, --
You go out to eat,
They serve you right away,
Although others were there before you,
They still have to wait, -
You're a kind hearted man,
But not everyday,
Suppose they may know that?,
From the games that you play?, --
Waiting for the moon,
Someday it came but hid behind the clouds,
Is it just you?,
Are you feeling that down?, -
You ignore weather, pain, food,
Closest to the best they would call,
The best way to feel,
Is to feel nothing at all, --
Fearless,
Maybe your dream was born?
Fearless,
Maybe now all is gone?
Someday it came but didn't shine,
Is it just you?,
Are you losing your mind?, -
You carelessly wonder,
In an abyss being the last climb,
What matters now?,
Make it the last time?, --
A townhouse in town,
The middle of the city of dead,
Life moves on,
As if you are not there, -
You go outside,
They cower,
They hide and they're scared, -
Perhaps they should be?, --
Fearless,
Maybe the scars you bear?,
Fearless,
Maybe the long hair?, --
You go out to eat,
They serve you right away,
Although others were there before you,
They still have to wait, -
You're a kind hearted man,
But not everyday,
Suppose they may know that?,
From the games that you play?, --
Waiting for the moon,
Someday it came but hid behind the clouds,
Is it just you?,
Are you feeling that down?, -
You ignore weather, pain, food,
Closest to the best they would call,
The best way to feel,
Is to feel nothing at all, --
Fearless,
Maybe your dream was born?
Fearless,
Maybe now all is gone?
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
I wrote this 6-22-2023. I suppose in this write that you've done about everything (and gone everywhere), and now what? I'd say improvise, adapt, overcome, and write a madcap song like this! lol Until then
online today!Another sporatic poem
Stay off the drugs
As best as you can
Eat well and exercise
If you can. and also
Be the best you can be
Till death do you part.
cause a moment later will be your last fart.
As best as you can
Eat well and exercise
If you can. and also
Be the best you can be
Till death do you part.
cause a moment later will be your last fart.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
You can only make it so far so what IS the Contest.
"World's Head Honchos Playing Hide-n-Seek!"
"World's Head Honchos Playing Hide-n-Seek!"
Oh, look, what do I spy on the horizon, so sleek?
It seems the world's head honchos are playing hide-n-seek!
They hide behind curtains of power, grinning ear to ear,
Delighting in the grand theater we've come to hold dear.
Who's that behind the UN's tree, somewhat shy?
Could it be the Secretary-General, playing the sly guy?
He laughs cautiously, controlling the world's pulse,
But can't resist the game, deep into which he's immersed!
Hear that, what's that noise? A whisper from NATO's fort!
The game entices even the strongest, no matter their sort.
With each resolution, each pact, they hide a smile,
Ah, this game promises to be quite worthwhile!
There, behind WHO's shield, can you see that playful shadow?
In the battle for global health, there's a boss echoing a meadow,
A song to this jolly game, though it seems unorthodox,
Indeed, this cosmic hide-n-seek has us all in a paradox!
From the IMF's headquarters, the echo of laughter thunders,
Despite economic crises, here no one blunders.
They play hide-n-seek with coins, such a clever game!
Truly, this is a play filled with much acclaim!
But let's not deceive ourselves, not all is fun and laughter,
This hide-n-seek of the powerful can have its own disaster.
Every round plays with destinies, each turn a nation,
And though the game is comical, we cannot ignore its equation.
Oh, world's head honchos, in your power seats hidden,
Could we, perhaps, ask for a game less midden?
We could play at building, creating, and sharing,
Together, making this world a better place for living.
Oh, look, what do I spy on the horizon, so sleek?
It seems the world's head honchos are playing hide-n-seek!
They hide behind curtains of power, grinning ear to ear,
Delighting in the grand theater we've come to hold dear.
Who's that behind the UN's tree, somewhat shy?
Could it be the Secretary-General, playing the sly guy?
He laughs cautiously, controlling the world's pulse,
But can't resist the game, deep into which he's immersed!
Hear that, what's that noise? A whisper from NATO's fort!
The game entices even the strongest, no matter their sort.
With each resolution, each pact, they hide a smile,
Ah, this game promises to be quite worthwhile!
There, behind WHO's shield, can you see that playful shadow?
In the battle for global health, there's a boss echoing a meadow,
A song to this jolly game, though it seems unorthodox,
Indeed, this cosmic hide-n-seek has us all in a paradox!
From the IMF's headquarters, the echo of laughter thunders,
Despite economic crises, here no one blunders.
They play hide-n-seek with coins, such a clever game!
Truly, this is a play filled with much acclaim!
But let's not deceive ourselves, not all is fun and laughter,
This hide-n-seek of the powerful can have its own disaster.
Every round plays with destinies, each turn a nation,
And though the game is comical, we cannot ignore its equation.
Oh, world's head honchos, in your power seats hidden,
Could we, perhaps, ask for a game less midden?
We could play at building, creating, and sharing,
Together, making this world a better place for living.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
This whimsical poem anthropomorphizes global organizations as players in a game of hide-and-seek, symbolizing the complexities and hidden actions of global politics and economics. It playfully critiques the elites who navigate these institutions, subtly wielding power. Despite its light-hearted tone, it acknowledges the grave consequences of their decisions. The poem aims to make the abstract concept of global governance relatable, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. The poem was written with a spirit of light-hearted cynicism, highlighting the absurdity of these power dynamics, yet it carries an underlying hope for a more transparent, shared global governance.This ode falls under the category of "Satirical Poetry." Satirical poetry uses humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues. In this case, the ode humorously critiques the often unseen actions of global elites, symbolized by leaders of major international organizations, and their effect on world affairs.
online today!Beauty and Truth
Within the depths of my being
I feel a love for Beauty
Beauty is awe inspiring
and praise invoking
During a quiet moment
on some deserted spot of nature
my soul rises
from this earthly plane
to celestial heights
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming
that to me
it is absolute
In such moments
I feel
so helpless
so insignificant
my soul is lost
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for now I am just a part
of this mysterious consciousness
In such moments
I probe my logical mind
-my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless
Feelings reign supreme then
-such intense feelings:
peace generating
and beauty creating
that self is overwhelmed
by its magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
-completely free
from every thing
that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
-a paradox in itself
Is this truth
-Absolute Truth?
I feel a love for Beauty
Beauty is awe inspiring
and praise invoking
During a quiet moment
on some deserted spot of nature
my soul rises
from this earthly plane
to celestial heights
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming
that to me
it is absolute
In such moments
I feel
so helpless
so insignificant
my soul is lost
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for now I am just a part
of this mysterious consciousness
In such moments
I probe my logical mind
-my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless
Feelings reign supreme then
-such intense feelings:
peace generating
and beauty creating
that self is overwhelmed
by its magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
-completely free
from every thing
that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
-a paradox in itself
Is this truth
-Absolute Truth?
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"- that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.tw
-John Keats (Ode on a Grecian Urn)
(I wrote this piece in my mid-twenties)
My Dad
My Dad was my Hero,
Though Him I look for this in a Man.
Quiet Strength
Hard working hand's
A dry, naughty sense of humour
Arm's that will always catch you
Kindness and patience
Pride and Respect
Safe place to fall apart, and know that's okay.
I believe ever Man is capable of this and I know I am worth it because of Him.
He was taken from us in a War when I was 13 but what He left Me was Priceless.
Happy father's Day Dad,
I love you.
Though Him I look for this in a Man.
Quiet Strength
Hard working hand's
A dry, naughty sense of humour
Arm's that will always catch you
Kindness and patience
Pride and Respect
Safe place to fall apart, and know that's okay.
I believe ever Man is capable of this and I know I am worth it because of Him.
He was taken from us in a War when I was 13 but what He left Me was Priceless.
Happy father's Day Dad,
I love you.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
To my strength today.To all the amazing Men here.
Happy father's Day.
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