Author: Unknown
There comes a time in ones life when its about truth and happiness forget the strife, I've been just exhisting waiting for the sign, as always there is nothing is it that I'm blind, I don't want to believe it could be true its just of all the colours my soul chose blue,I ponder how could this be afterall I'm the one who holds the key.
And now the clouds are starting to part "what is this warmth I feel? could it be my heart?" Its been so long I just don't know all I know is I want it to grow, Feeling like sunshine with its warmth and its light encouraging my soul to stand upright, I feel it growing and coming alive buzzing and working its magic like bee's in a hive.
What is it that has opened my heart and mind? It is you my dear with your smile and thoughts so kind, no one is perfect we know this to be true but this gift for my heart has come from you...
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Pretty self explanatory...
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Author: Unknown
I walk by you, dare you to see me
I stand by you, dare you to touch me
I kiss you - I dare you to love me
I leave you, and dare you to miss me
My mind it travels, it skips, it runs
My heart it follows - it chases the sun
It soars to the sky, where indeed it may fall..
But tis better to love, than never at all
I walk by you, dare you to see me
I stand by you, dare you to touch me
I kiss you - I dare you to love me
I leave you, and I dare you...
to miss me.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Author: Unknown
The time has come for us my friend, we know the end is near but we should feel no fear cause its been along time on its way, we've worked and played the days away and always had some fun, the finish line is here and yet my feeling s of fear have disappeared like a setting sun, tomorrow is another day as they say and I'm sure I'll find a way, to work out why my eyes are dry when my heart feels so low, soon you go to a place I don't know but for you its as good as home with familiar faces and happy places I can see your smile show.
I don't regret the time we spent because it was fate that brought us together but now we part and its like the start of a brand new adventure, Which path will my journey take me? only fate knows the answer, but know this to be true the time spent with you will be a time I'll always remember :)
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Posted: Oct 2009
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A goodbye note....
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I want to fall asleep in your arms at night
And wake up next to you every day
With dreams of you in the meantime
Knowing- with me you?ll stay
I want to do all the little things
Happy couples do
From holding hands to making love
-I want to get used to you-
Pancakes in the morning
While there?s still sleep in your eyes
Reading the paper on Sunday morning
Stay up talking late in the night
I want to know you?re there for me
And you can count on me, too
Good times or hard times
-I want to get used to you-
I want folks to want what we have
I don?t need money, cars or rings
I don?t want it all- I just want you
Not much... just everything!
I want to hear all your stories
I want you to know all mine, too
Like breathing out and breathing in
-I want to get used to you-
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Author: Unknown
I sat and watched a rainbow, arch in the sky
Its many beautiful colours were pleasing on the eye
The rain came down, the sun shone bright
Picking up the coloured spectrum, with its golden light
They say their is a crock of gold, at the rainbows end
But i'm not sure about that, my multicoloured friend
So when you see a rainbow climbing in the sky
Go look at its band of colours one day, before it fades away
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Just watching the world go by
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I am languishing in a sailboat with no wind,
between the sea of self pity and the bay of dispair.
My only companions the half empty wine bottles.
I have no energy as I know not what course
to take and have no chart to guide my way.
My only Destination is the golden haired girl
and I know not how to plot a path to her inner shore.
I angonize and think with shattered heart and
blurred vision that I took a wrong direction.
Perhaps I steered by the stars and misread
the Constellations in the night sky.
Perhaps I steered blindly towards her not
seeing the reefs and other obstacles as
I was blinded by her beauty and hastened
with undo care or forethought.
I think endlessly of going back and planning
my journey to her heart with safety and care
but know I can not retrace my passage and
actually start again to find the golden haired girl.
In my haste I have lost my bearings, lost my
oars, compass and have almost lost my mind.
I languish in my sorrow and will do so tomorrow
for I can not yet forge an escape plan that
will get me to the island of the golden haired girl
or to the far reaches of her kind and lovely heart.
I must endure this forever or until I can
wonder thru the storms and waves and finally
find that foolproff plan for all else is folly
I even furiously look for a floating bottle that
has the solution in note such is my desperation..
My good friends the half empty wine bottles
give me advice as I slowly savour their
ideas and inspirations. I can only wonder
what will happen once their ability to advise
is done .As a mortal man with all my wits
I was not able to attain my one and only
true love :The beautiful golden haired girl.
I will never be able to live in peace or
harmony without her.
Without her there is no reason to sail
Without her there is no reason to seek land
Without her there is Nothing but a black
empty void which once was my soul.
I must float untethered in this sea of remorse
hoping for a guiding gale that will never come.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Lost Love
The sailing is a metaphor
Should never have wine while sailing.!!!
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Author: Unknown
Melt your life in a rain
No memories remain
Evaporate it in a cloud
No doubts are allowed
Put it gently in a mist
Watch that nothing ever missed.
Now all your life is new.
Wake it up!
You are a Dew.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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My recepy...wanted to share...xxx
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Author: Unknown
You think it is a talent? It is not.
It's hell
Behind every word.
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Posted: Oct 2009
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In my eyes, You can be anything,
a Poet or a King.
And though yet a Babe, so very small,
You are the very center of it all.
In my eyes, the sun surely rises-up through you,
as you greet a world so new.
And with each passing day, as I watch you grow,
I pray somehow, you will always know,
In my eyes, you shall forever be,
a most amazing, accomplishment to me.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
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What'll it be comin right up, burger an fries, coffee an shake, here's some pepto, stop the belly ache, sub on the run, thin slice roast beef with gravy tween bun, onion rings soda dog an spiced chicken, donut an salad feta on the side, menu's right there will you stop with your hmmm an your haw n decide . . . . what'll it be. . . it's comin right up. . now don't honk in line it's a drive thru ya know. . .
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Posted: Oct 2009
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:) who's hungry again tonight, for the empty bellie'd cheers, Andrew an Ama:)
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