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Earlgreytea

I love you…

Can I look into the eyes of a stranger and say,
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?

I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…

I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Note: [‘I love you…’,
All gurus, all religions, all of the spiritual paths tell us that this is the most transformative phrase in the universe…
Why then do we not use it every chance we get?
Recently, I came across a group of people who live, and I mean really live this dictum,
I love you…
They end their emails and telephone conversations with it, they hug and kiss strangers and tell them,
I love you…
I promise you, I’ll never forget the first time a guy said ‘I love you’ to me, and even more amazing, was that I reciprocated and meant it…
Wow, what an unparalleled experience…
I still find it very hard to say ‘I love you’ to a guy…, but, I’m practicing… I am Hellene(Greek), but born and bred outside of Hellas(Greece), I will never forget the first time a male fellow-Hellene kissed me on both cheeks as he greeted me, I broke out in an embarrassed cold sweat, it was always a warm glow and sheen, though, when an attractive young female Hellene greeted me that way…, so, yes, the concept is ancient, but, there’s something dramatically different about the way this group I referred to, does it. They do it from a place deep inside themselves, a place which recognizes that we’re all One! Further, they’ve come to this after a lot of study, meditation and discussion… And, no, they’re not the hippies and flower children of yesteryear constantly high on something,
No, they’re educated, somber, responsible family men and women and even children are picking up on the love vibe…]
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thesunandthesea

-- I don’t want to share YOU --

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I don’t want to share you
I want to keep you with me only
I want to put you in a safe box
And lock with a key!!!
I’ll keep the original key with me
And throw away a copy into the sea
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I will unlock the box whenever I want to…
See your face -- look into your bright eyes
I will unlock the box whenever I want to…
Kiss your lips -- rub your thighs
I will unlock the box whenever I want to…
Tickle you -- make you shy
I will unlock the box whenever I want to…
Tease you and make you mine
*.**.*.*.**.*.*.**.*.*.**.*
Or else I will not unlock the box until I die

Because…
I don’t want to share you.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
^__^
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kickit22

I want to die

I made mistakes all my life
now all I do is drive
open the window
burns my eye
but all I do is drive
so many cars with bright lights
cannot even see the road at night
all hot and sticky in the summers heat
too many blues not enough reason
I'm old and grey feeling the pain
ice on the window in a winters day
listening to a radio with frozen fingers
another year had just passed by
just want my search to end
so I can
die in her arms tonight
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
not literally die just find her and collapse in her arms for the night.
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cherryreggae

my crazy psyche.

There's a craziness inside me,
I'm afraid to let out.
It provokes & disturbs me,
Sometimes I need to scream, out loud.
It's not a danger to anyone,
It's just a voice, I hear.
A voice without reason,
That I cannot share.
Sometimes the voice tells me,
What I chose, not to hear.
I drown these thoughts &
Keep busy. Misplace & erase,
The fear...
Some call it crazy, without a
Reasonable doubt.
I prefer to call it normal, only turned
Inside out...
Maybe I'm confessing, that I am "crazy",
In a unusual way.
Because I'm not ashamed, it helps me
Cope each day...
Sometimes it warns me of danger,
That I need to stay away.
Other times it comforts me.
When it tells me, what to say...
Now I welcome & embrace these
Feelings, and everything I see.
Knowing it can be distorted,
By my own reality...
I can't get rid of it,
A constant presence,
In my mind.
No longer do I shun it,
My crazy psyche,
Is just fine!!!
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Posted: Jan 2013
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andrew149

THE HIGHWAYMAN

Outside,
Hostelry sign swings in the storm,
A creak….. The door opening,
Wick in tallow guttering,
Sputtering, as cold air greets warm.
Footsteps ‘cross a silent room,
Except for the old man in the corner,
Pulling on his clay pipe,
Muttering in the gloom.
First a whisper then two, then a laugh and talking,
Clump clump, as two flintlocks are laid on the bar,
Twas and will always be the same when he comes,
Looking alive, but almost, a dead man walking.
For he will likely one day be caught by the law,
And by the rope, and by the courts,
The gentry relieved,
A wigg'd hangin’ judge will even the score.
But for now a hearty meal, a whiskey dram,
A buxom wench,
A pipe with tobacco from the bottom draw
To satisfy the legend and the man.


"So here’s to the free wind as it crosses the moor,
Here’s to you and here’s to me,
To the damned taxman and the Royalty,
Two yards of rope on the hangin’ tree,
And to the day I don’t come through that door".
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
inspired by a flickering candle.......lol.....Andrew.....xxx
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Unknown

That Pain

That pain,
It was not even pain
Yet

...Just...
Love touched my throat...
With a blade.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
translation
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mcradloff

The Really Really Short Version of the Bible

God created the world in six 24 hour days
Then on the Sunday he rested
Then God caught Adam and Eve eating apples
And he threw them out of the garden of Eden
Then Cain killed Abel because God likes lamb chops more than broccoli
Then Noah road on an ark with two of each animal
Everyone else drowned because they were wicked
Then Moses freed the slaves, parted the Red Sea
And got the 10 Commandments
Later on in a town called Sodam and Gomorrah
They anally raped strangers to death and wanted to rape angels too
So God destroyed them and turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt
David then killed Goliath with a slingshot
Jonah gets swallowed by a whale and lives inside it for a few days
The devil bets God Job will stop praising him
If God kills off his servants, family, and livestock
God proves Satan wrong and gives Job back his abundance
Jesus is born in a stable
Because in olden times you couldn't make reservations
Mary and Joesph take Jesus to Egypt
Because King Herod would have Jesus killed if they stayed
Thirty years later we find Jesus performing miracles
Turning water into wine
Healing the sick, blind, lepers, bring dead people to life
Walking on water
Turning a few fishes and loaves into many more fishes and loaves
Driving out demons, washing feet, and telling inspirations stories
Then Jesus gets betrayed by one of his disciples named Judas
Jesus gets crucified, Judas gets some gold coins and kills himself
Jesus then comes back from the dead three days later
Then he hangs out with his other disciples and then goes up to heaven
Then a long time after that the world will end
There will be four horsemen, a lot of angels blowing on trumpets
The dead will be judged
Satan will be chained up for a thousand years
And Jesus will come back to rule the Earth
The End
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
I tried to write this as a cliff notes version for someone who had never heard of the bible. I left out one of my favorite stories. The one where the little girl asks for the head of John the Baptist on a platter. Mark 6:14-30
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Unknown

your rugged soulful face

Your rugged and soulful face
Captivated my broken heart
I see it in the wilderness
Among the pastures and the rocks
Yet for now meeting my eyes.

I decipher the silhouette
While sitting in the dark
Your thoughts I decoded
And your heartbeat I felt
As you were gazing at the stars.

Even after you hid it
So blank and I can't see
It left a potent mark
On my imagination
Darker, stronger than reality.

Goodbyes are sad and easy exit
Farewell I might expect
Yet hoping you won't forget
That rugged intriguing face
Will dwell forever in my heart.

Forever as forever is.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
just a thought
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lindsyjonesonline today!

redemption

don't pretend
like you never felt
the depth and sting
of my pain

you painted my sorrows
in bleeding colors
with your raw hands
and dig in my flesh
like sheared talons

I begged all the angels
to redeem me
but even them looked
too drugged in your vanity

stark naked in the shadow
even the moon lit up
your punitive piercing eyes
crushing my pride

and as the night bathed
in my shattered soul
redemption, you laughed
is but a figment
of the mind of a fool

I will remain shackled
in the claw of your
cold and unforgiving world

but giving up
is no longer my choice
I will find my way out
I will.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
What a memory. Only I will know.

thanks for all your read and comments
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trurorob

Three

There are no challenges
Where I reside
For deserted by myself
Then this island
Is home
It is where I scream
It is a choice
Of finding myself
It holds no terrors
Or deems to me
That this is fate
And where I belong

I took that choice
For only one
Can abandon themselves
Yet you gave me
The chance to live
By choosing
Things that would
Comfort me
And bring me hope
But I abandoned hope
As one challenge
Far too far

So I must choose
And it is true love
That most glorious
Of depth
And may I find compassion
For a heart
That bears none
Is truly a lost soul
And finally
I choose you
It matters not
Who you are
That like me
You are a soul
That made the choices
Of abandoning
Yourself
For the sake
Of others
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Posted: Sep 2013
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