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gnj4u

Empty

smile, no shade to share
good talker, good listener
found porch, vacated
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Posted: Sep 2010
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Nuwahri61

Is the Doctor in.............

A mirrored sea called out to me
I tried very hard to resist
For time was not on my side
And the tide did its best to persist
I buckled with temptation
Drifted out amongst the waves
A loner in my salvation
Gives me meaning to the haze
Waiting .......appreciating
Taking it all in
From the clarity of the water
To the line of the horizon
A gentle breeze calls by
Creating hackles on the sea
Just a moment in time
Amid my destiny .....
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Posted: May 2020
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The ocean has a way of healing ....... whether you are in it on it or just watching it ......:.
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suebitu1968

I Am The Escaped One

I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Israelis122

CROOKED CHURCH HEADS MAKE CROOKED BEDS! Part - 1

1. Crooked church heads make crooked beds!
I knew a male gentile pastor who had a wife & kids
and had a girlfriend & kids from her in the same church.
Crooked church heads make crooked beds!

2. Solomon had 700-wives, princesses, 300-concubines,
that is a 1000-women.
I'm just voting for one,
that's the Old Testament we don't live in those days any more,
Players that aren't done playing sin love 2 have their fun.
1 Kings 11:3

3. Lots of men love that one night stand,
especially if she knows you're a millionaire,
she stays awake waiting for that drug induced
drink she gave you Mr. Man to put u to sleep,
when he begins 2 roar,
with his loud snore.

4. Because Mr. Man 2 bed u touched her hand,
as he's in his deep forest of sleep
she searches his wallet,
this man went 2 bed with a she shark,
he doesn't know while he's asleep
she's busy sinking him in 2 that robbers quicksand.

5. A lot of men love that one night stand,
remember U let her in, into your inn
when you're finished with her Mr. Man.
She can't wait 4 U 2 begin your deep snore,
then next she finds his debit card pin
remember Mr. Man U had let her in your inn.
His bank tells him, "U have no more funds
2 cover your door,
but he didn't know he got robbed while he snored.

6. I remember walking in 2 this church,
I had sat down 2 listen 2 this church head,
what U are in your heart
will be heard & shown 2 her in your bed!

7. The number one Life style:
Most men live a double-standard life style,
within the same man he loves his double life style,
she hears how much of an angel U are working out there
in the general public, she's heard all those comments
about her husbands reputation.

8. The number 2 life style within the same man:
She will hear & see what U are
behind the closed doors of your home with her.
She will judge if have within U, 'Force,'
she's expecting 2 hear & see this angel
everyone's been talking about your reputation
when he was out on his working jobs course.

9. I remember walking in 2 this church,
I sat down 2 listen 2 this church head,
what U are in your heart,
will be heard & shown 2 her in your bed!

10. He said horrible things about TBN:
meaning Trinity Broadcasting Network.
Said horrible things about the 700-Club.
I quoted his own bible back 2 him
the Song of Solomon 8:6 tells U,
"Jealousy is as cruel as the grave."
"When your favorite sport is Lazy-Lynching
the work away from your hands."
"U would rather preach a sermon
that mirrors your own new-born-babies scream,
when you're no-longer a baby any more,
being grown-up u can be a doer,
instead of crying & screaming like a new-born-babies scream."

11. His preaching everyone calls him a church head,
his message, "we must serve jealousy & angers head!"
I said, "I see why U don't get any sleep at night,
U love your crooked bed!"

12. Not all men of the Cloth are chosen:
The first class of men are good, they're Dolphins,
they've chosen 2 be done playing in sin.

13. The second class of men are evil, they're Sharks,
they've decided in their heart they love serving 2 masters,
they've also had decided they're won't be done playing in sin
as long as they say so.
U can't hear & see this until their actions
show & tell on them,
then after this they get reported!

14. Man that is born of a woman is of a few days
& full of trouble! Job 14:1. Men all over the world
have gone out of their way 2 make a mess
out of God's Church!!

15. Women's Recovery Home:
Here's proof found in scripture that men 4 hundreds
& hundreds of years have been living a double-standard
double life style all in the same one man.
Before a man can show & tell his double life style,
it starts at the seat of his emotions his heart. Psalms 12:1-2.(KJV)

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Posted: May 17
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12qw34er56tyonline today!

When the day comes and we are together

When the day comes and we are together
You will always know and feel this
I will always hug kiss and love you
Every moment of the day and night
I want to taste your love for me
By kissing your sweet lips
I want to feel your body next to me
I just want you to know
That I really do love you

Have I told you yet
How much you mean to me
Have I told you yet
For all the happiness it brings
Have I told you yet
You mean the world to me
Just in case I don t
I want you to know this
You are the best thing that happened to me
I love you let me kiss you deeply Let me move my hands along your body and experience every inch of you I want to kiss your neck I want to kiss your belly I want to kiss your thighs I want to leave marks on everything in between I just want you to know that I adore everything about you
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Posted: May 12
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When the day comes and we are together
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Unknown

an uNKIND KIND OF KINDLING

A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING

I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still had the sweet aroma of your perfume
Here are the figures and figurines that once posed the query, “Can love get any better than this?
Figures and images we hung in the front room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night she took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings
Further food for a fire fueled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing what which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

She knew I had to go as her face betrayed a frigid frown
It hadn’t been easy letting her down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and leaving town”
And Scout is getting restless so I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
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Posted: Aug 2011
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REMEMBER THE HOKEY-POKEY....WASN' THAT YOU PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN
THEN YOU PUT YOUR FOOT IN YOUR MOUTH
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Unknown

all TOO soon I'll forget YOUR NAME

ALL TOO SOON I’LL FORGET YOUR NAME

Has anyone heard from the woman of words and winsome ways?
I haven’t heard from or about her for days
She’s the one who made six in the morning not seem too rough
And climbing out of bed didn’t seem quite as tough

Has anyone spoken to the lady who made me smile although it hurt?
She’s the one that made my personality seem not so curt
When we conversed it was as if a bird was home resting in his nest
And each of us was each other’s guest

Has anyone laid eyes on a lady who glows in the dark like the moon?
And makes the end of every evening sadly come too soon
It’s strange but not hearing from her is like a cup without some tea
And the only thing I’m petrified of is she might not give a damn about me

Has anyone read the words this woman spouts out with delight
Making the darkest of subjects suddenly seem bright
I know she’s very far from me but her writing was enough for me
And now six a.m. is tougher than it ever seemed to be
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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because i don't know what happened to her maybe some of you do but last i heard is we were working sort of together and it was working out...sister and brother...now i'm an only child again
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Unknown

I WISH I DIDN'T HOWEVER I DO

I WISH I DIDN’T HOWEVER I DO

The flowers bloomed earlier and taller that spring
Everyone commented on the reds and the green
It seemed as if that held true for everything
People said “oh my, what a lovely scene”

There were bigger leaves and much stronger stalks
The pansies stood proud and welcomed every bee around
For bees are not threats no matter how much one gawks
simply let them pollinate each bud grown from the ground

mid-spring was welcomed by the garden with praise
Making warmth from what four months ago almost froze
For a man ever on the move I lose track of the days
As a league of eyes gazed at the beauty only love grows

I swear I heard a hummingbird sing a soul song
Or it may have been a sparrow sipping on early morning dew
The lyrics were regarding how the plants stayed so strong
And my sweetness, it all began when I was blessed by meeting you
(don’t ask me where this mush is coming from)
© 2011.…free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
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Unknown

the golfer

One could sense the trepidation
and the feel of wonderment
in the voice the commentator
upper class english gent
a man stood tall
with his stick and ball
poised positioned
and ever pensive
firm resolve and ready
as he stood at the 18th hole
hands firm and steady
as he gripped
the stick (or iron)
looking a the ball
round and small
all eyes upon him
the world as well
so he got himself
to the ready
his shoulders moving just so
he swung and hit
that little ball
up in the air just
see it go
one could sense the trepidation
and the feel of wonderment
in the voice the commentator
upper class english gent
as the ball shot
through the air
two ducks were flying near
and pop pop
hit them for six
diverting the ball into a stream
while ducks
now were dropping in -concused
so goodbye birdie and boogie
ornotholoy and the spooks too
aint it a shame
end of the 18th hole
but the pure consolation
is that you got duck for tea
times 2....



aww theres a terrible pity
if you dont love golf today
but if you do
its just a thought
when a golfer
simply gets-an off day
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Posted: Oct 2010
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bard76

I. T.

I got sky, I have catch up.,
A Sony TV with all the gadgets,
Got a ps4 with Psn plus,
Show me lost love,
I have broadband,
WiFi, Bluetooth,
How can't I get in touch,
It's cold, heartless,
I want warmth, a body to hold,
Caress, my beautiful,
Everything means nothing,
Without you...
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
What's left without my woman
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