Oh dear lady where might you be
The girl in question
Is the answer I need
Does she exist or just in my head
Every time I write about her the ink keeps turning red
The girl in question knows nothing I have said
Looking at letters on typewriter keys
There's a margin of hope but only on paper for me
The girl in question is still a mystery
I don't know her name or where she's from
I don't know if her eyes are blue or gray
A few more words to write and I'll call it a day
Oh dear lady I wish you knew
And if you are the girl in question
Could you give someone like me a clue
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Posted: Apr 2019
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Author: Unknown
Today is in the sunset
Tonight is in the past
The days go by so slowly
Though the years go by so fast
So believe me when I tell you
Nothing at all can last
The problems of tomorrow
Will quickly pass you by
There is no point of worrying
No reason for you to cry.
Now wont be around for long
As sure as all things die.
Paint your dreams with colour
And tomorrow will be fun
Give your soul to today
For a new place in the sun
Time will give you all you need
And Karma will be done.
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Posted: Apr 2019
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Author: Unknown
I need some Synchronicity
To have the possibility
Of finding out how I can see the light
The ones I want to talk to most
Are the father son and Holy Ghost
I need to know where I should be tonight.
So Christine take us by the hand
and lead us to the promised land
Of milk and honey love and light
So Nancy, Gina, Darren and Paul
Come with me I need you all
I need your energy to feed my sight.
But if you take my sanity
I'l be not where I want to be
I don't want anxiety and strife,
I want you all to take me there
I need you all, I know you care
And that's the bare necessities of life.
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Posted: Apr 2019
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Standing at the praying window
Looking up at the blue sky
Oh heaven can you help me
Standing at the praying window as I cry
I only ask for a love that's true
I hope I'm not acting selfishly
Sometimes when we pray it may take two
So heaven could you agree with me
Soon clouds will be on the way
The rain is surely at hand
Do you see the church where I pray
Standing at the praying window again
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Posted: May 2019
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The biggest garage sale has to be EBAY
I am waiting for a greatest hits CD by Talking Heads
My last purchase was a greatest hits CD by The Eurythmics
I have gotten tshirts, but most of my purchases have been music
Either CDs, records, and a few tapes
I am going to garage sales in Lancaster, Wisconsin on Saturday
My purchases are usually music or books
I got a boombox I still use to listen to tapes I got for five bucks about 10 years ago
Sometimes I get chocolate chip cookies or lemonade
It's meeting new people and mostly just looking at huge collections of stuff
And of course listening to my music in my car which is my favorite part
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
Getting stuff is fun and you never know what you might find out there.
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Devoted shadow writer never said who he was
It's a mystery if the lady ever knew ever had a clue
How much he wrote about love
Devoted shadow writer always behind the scene
How could anyone tell if he was writing something real
What did he feel or was he writing about a dream
On a fast horse around midnight he went to steal her away
Beams od moonlight fell through the trees and the drama plays
Devoted shadow writer her castle is surrounded by a maze
Was it all a work of fiction a novel without an end
Who was the devoted shadow writer
Will he ever write again
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Posted: May 2019
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Author: Unknown
Dance with me, my s*xual Goddess
under the soft moon shining
on the wide open fields
far beyond the toil an trouble
of my busy mind
Dance with me, my Divine Lady
before the night grows old
while the winds of Your Love
still bow the grasses
and the Coyotes are howling
for You to step their way
Dance with me, my Dearest
while the Mystery's Edge
still flirts in the shadows
of Your Radiant Light Shining
and Life still Runs deeply in Our Veins
~Written with Love, Denny D
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Posted: Nov 2018
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Author: Unknown
~ Heaven’s Delight ~
To touch you is heaven’s delight
and when you respond it’s beyond reality
The feel of you, the divine feel of your silken skin
next to mine is incredible
To caress and massage your exotic body
brings feelings of ecstasy to my fingers
I desire you beyond belief, if I could only tell you how I want to caress every part of your sensuous body
As I caress you, I wander with sheer abandonment
kissing the nape of your neck, the cleavage of your breasts
You have enraptured me, I am yours ~
When you are not within my arms,
I long for you so ~
Tell me of your feelings
Does your heart throb as mine does ~
Am I the only one for you
& you for me ~
Come to me tonight
I need you ~
The Romantic Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
Tis a fantasy story
How many women like such
a massage ~ Lol
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The brush did not say a word
Not sure how I remembered
To let it out
From the abandoned prison
Of the desk drawer.
"Do not forget the water colors"
A voice whispered softly
And off we went
I was not fast enough to catch
The shifting outlines of the objects
And nail them flat on paper
Until the brush took full control
It mixed and shaped and splashed
And gently pushed me
To join the dance of colors
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
Giving up control is the only option we have sometimes
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online today!
Missing you
By Ramaking
Due to your departure
Thousand leagues
I rode so far away
Among country roads;
Thousand herds
Of cattle I touched;
Thousand colts I tamed ;
But the longing for you,
The missing of you,
In a framework of feelings
I did not tame
Because I am busted,
Lost among ghost buildings.
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
In the poem Missing You, the poet Ramaking follows the tradition of the minstrels, the poets wanderers, belonging to the Middle Age in France, Portugal and Spain. This tradition was brought later to Brazil with the Portugueses in the colonial period. As a rule, in a dramatic tone, the minstrel describes the loss or departure of a loved one. This tendency was incorporated in the center of Brazil by the "caipiras" , regional country singers that ended up becoming a popular phenomenon of the Brazilian music. Truly speaking, the roots of the minstrels can be traced to the Classical Antiquity and in epics like Iliad and Odyssey from Homer.
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