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I might not be the kind of boy everyone would call a perfect boyfriend. I might not have everything and might not be able to make you smile every time I was an alcoholic, a gangster, a jerk, but from the day I met you, I could never stop thinking about you. And from the day you accepted me and when you became the love of my life I changed. I never felt this happy with any other girl. Whenever I see you smile, there's always a happiness in me. I might not have been much of anything, but believe me, I loved you more than anyone. I loved you more than me.
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Posted: Apr 2021
About this poem:
missing my late wifeVanity
"Money can't buy back your youth when you're old, a friend when you're lonely or peace to your soul " Johnny cash
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Posted: Nov 30
About this poem:
It talks about inevitability of death and old age
Contemplation
Was there a time before time began? Was there a place before the human race?
Where were you before you were here? Up? Down? Over there? Where will you go when you cease to be? Nothing or something? A thought that's free?
The end.
Or the beginning.
Where were you before you were here? Up? Down? Over there? Where will you go when you cease to be? Nothing or something? A thought that's free?
The end.
Or the beginning.
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Just thinking
online today!MAKE LOVE
MAKE LOVE
Making love is more than sex
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
Undress a soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It is a divine act
infinite enjoyment
is to make the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where desire flows like water from a hot bath
and the words sound like poems
that the lips describe
and the hands print
for anatomy
sliding like foams
exhaling sensual odors
that numb the senses
chanting sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lustful tremor
of total enjoyment ...
Making love is more than sex
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
Undress a soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It is a divine act
infinite enjoyment
is to make the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where desire flows like water from a hot bath
and the words sound like poems
that the lips describe
and the hands print
for anatomy
sliding like foams
exhaling sensual odors
that numb the senses
chanting sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lustful tremor
of total enjoyment ...
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Posted: Feb 2020
About this poem:
MAKE LOVE
Epitaph
Here I lay
Dead and buried
Wanted to stay
But thrust was parried
Sword went through
My time had come
Women pursue
Hell bound become
Dead and buried
Wanted to stay
But thrust was parried
Sword went through
My time had come
Women pursue
Hell bound become
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Unless there is a Good Friday in your life,
There can be No Easter Sunday !
Rev. Fulton Sheen
Rev. Fulton Sheen
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Posted: Apr 2023
Post CommentPoem Of Ascension
If I could 'die' before I die, then when I die, I shall not die.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Actually, MY desired epitaph poem dedicated to those who relentlessly strive to realize their spiritual aim while sojourning in this existence.
Learning poetry III - Carnival Carousel (Roundel)
Carousel inn on highest peak,
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
The ROUNDEL is a deritaveof rondeau and rondine... It has
eleven lines constructed from two
quatrains, and a triplet.
The rhyme scheme only has two
rhymes and a refrain from the first
phrase of first line, thus, the second
line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b.
a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B..
example:
If he could know my songs are all
for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening
glow,
Would he not smile and think it but
a whim,
If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and
overflow,
As happy brooks that break their
icy rim
When April's horns along the
hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is
dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would
seem less grim
If he could know. --- Sara Teasdale
Completions of Sayings feel free to contribute your own in the comments. I'd like to see others too
To Love, is to know.....
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Literally at least a 1000 sayings are in several journals in the house. Intend to reflect at certain moments of my life. Predominately spoke "words" in any language don't reach into ourselves intrinsically enough to be used alone just in conversation.These days this is when I need to create art or write creatively, short stories, animations, short film scripts and a challenge put myself in was contacting a playwright on a 2 person stage play. Pitched a script concept, now we are logistically moving through a narrative thread of how to present on stage.
I don't work in the arts anymore I'm too busy with my newly formed company needing me behind the wheel so to accelerate the opportunities in corporate australia, minimising the Pain point that we could statistically be joining the majority of people who enter business and fail in the first 3 years.
My Dad
He would pick me up when i fall
He would pick me up when i was feelin low
In his hearth is when I knew I belonged..
He thought me how 2 sing Danny Boy,
My dad my Hero
till the end of time
xxx
He would pick me up when i was feelin low
In his hearth is when I knew I belonged..
He thought me how 2 sing Danny Boy,
My dad my Hero
till the end of time
xxx
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
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