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breathless22

Lucky Penny

Just another picture of President Lincoln
Not made of Gold but copper will have to do.
We hope for another shiny one to come our way.
We need a penny for just that time when mom pops
into a candy store. But then we reach and find that
Penny with the lucky clover on it and nope cannot use
that penny it is the lucky one floating around. Try again
and here is another just made out of copper nothing special
other than it takes more than a penny for that candy at
the candy store. So if you’re lucky the cashier may let
you go for just a simple penny to hope you will use your
last lucky clover penny and it will be his to. If I had
a penny I would use it for some candy too. Well I do not
have a penny but I have some candy will that do over
because I have your lucky penny that you lost to my
~~~~~~~~ candy ~~~~~~~~~
©breathless22
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
For the the ones who still have a lucky penny .
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endogirl78

The Little Things

I've taken each day for granted,
Knowing each night would bring a new dawn.
The axis has always been slanted,
Another innocence forever gone.

Thought I'd have time to tell all my loved ones,
Exactly how dear they're held in my heart.
Watching my heart and soul, my beloved sons,
Grow to men and their own families start.

Just knew down the road I'd be granny,
Baking cookes and making trips to the zoo.
Now the thought seems so damn uncanny,
That these things I may never do.

First I was calm and collected,
Assuring all that it's no big deal.
With this facade I have deflected,
The way that I truly feel.

I'm scared to death of dying,
Frightened at what lies ahead.
At first I only felt like crying,
Can't clear these thoughts from my head.

The trees emit a peaceful grace.
The grass, a deeper shade of green.
Delicate birds set a different pace,
I'm embraced by my Father unseen.

Appreciate the little things,
They make life seem oh so sweet.
Embrace all this life brings,
Smile at everyone you meet.

I realize now that my time is measured,
Each second that passes is lost.
See now the things I once treasured,
Had come with an unknown cost.

The stress of just trying to make it,
At times seems more than I can bare.
When I think I can no longer take it,
Strength comes to me from out of nowhere.

My world is gone, forever changed.
So confused about what I should do.
My life completely rearranged,
Everything feels brand new.

Pain so intense it deludes me.
Can't even focus my mind.
Clear thought completely eludes me,
Sanity impossible to find.

I pray for strength and clarity,
And the courage to face this fight.
For love and patience, such a rarity,
And guidance to do what is right.

Awareness of all of the little things,
Appreciation of everyone that I love.
Excitement of what tomorrow brings,
Is now my gift from above.
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
how we never know when our time will come and we should appreciate everything in our life EVERY DAY
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Lalinra

True Colours Of Autumn

The mighty wind
is blowing just
To prove it's powers
Waves crashes against
The rocky shores
Roaring in rage
The trees are bare
And it seems like
Despair has taken over


But for a little while
We can se the wonders
overflowing
The fresh air of
The first autumndays
Can make one who missed summer
Feel glad

When nature is sparkling
With vibrant images
When the trees are red
And yellow from every
Little leaf
And then when the leaves
Fall down making the ground
A soft carpet to walk on

The spirit of autumn
Tend to blend
The powers o nature
Calmness
Anger
Rage and beauty
'tis there all at
The same time

The blueness of an
Autmun sky is something to
Hold in sweet memory
The rays of sun shining
Upon the trees
Making them look golden
Is something to marvel o'er
Even when the sky is grey
You can be amazed
By the wonders that you see
'tis a marvel
This my friend
Is the true colors of autumn
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
An oldie but a goodie. I wrote this one when I was in my twenties!
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hedistuff

suffering

we are not well
breast cancer has taken another

my dear wife's daughter's life has ended
...Addie

she lived thirty two years
...and never wasted a moment

not even when the darker days threatened
did she give up
...nor give an inch

an inspiration for us all
Addie fought
and never lost sight of those she loved

she was only more determined
to protect and do her absolute best
for her sweet son...Dominic
her loving partner...Louie
brothers Josh and Jimmy and sister April
all her wonderful friends and family
and her mom, Geralyn
...who loved her so
everyone loved her so

Addie was my wife Lyn's first born
she came into this world with a twinkle in her eye
and always an extra spring in her step
melt in your mouth gorgeous
that could never begin to approach the beauty in her heart

I never met her in person
I had yet to experience that pleasure
yet...in phone conversation
even I, could feel and realize such a calm and unyielding spirit
that this special woman
exhibited with every waking moment
and she was always so happy

it was never easy for Addie
to compete in such a pressure filled world
of high-end women's fashion clothing
in which, through the years,
she managed several top name distibutors
...maybe, it was easy for her
or maybe, she just made it look easy
for, to strive forward with such success
in such an industry
could never be...easy
at least, not for the average person
but as I have mentioned
Addie was never...an average person

we cry for Addie
too awful

I cry for my family
I cry for my dear Lyn
...I love her so much

I pray for everyone
..with a special prayer for Adilena
keep smiling over your loved ones, Addie
for we will always need you with us
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Yankee4you

Loss

So much is loss in a dream awoken
Fading away like little torn swatches
Trying to recall her soft words spoken
A Dali painting of melting watches

Sadly how thoughts mired into the lonely
As the morning sun wisps away her face
In thin air escapes my one and only
Vanishes as consciousness takes its place

Me alone into this world to survive
Being torn away from her flesh and blood
As only happens when death does deprive
Feelings washed away in a rising flood

A good memory better than a dream
Is what only the spirit can redeem
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
Written in surreal remembrance to my late mother on a cold and wet April morning in the New England countryside.
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optimisticme

Wisdom takes time!

I was very clever when I was younger,
about 21, the world was my oyster,
now those years are gone,

I knew everything there was to know,
I knew all about the world and people
Yes, I did, that was so,

Something happened between then
and now, I lost my knowledge,
I dont know where, when or how,

Somewhere along the line, somewhere
in space and time, without asking
my permission, without hope of
remission, all knowledge deserted
me, for no apparant reason
well, that I could see.

I'm no lamb, but, here I am
accepting the fact, in the final act,
I'm not soo smart, life played its part,
and made me see, there's more to life
than there appears to be.
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Unknown

The Story of Sad

The Story of Sad - Aug 27, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to Lost Love

A man fell in love with a beautiful girl
It was clear that he'd made a mistake
When the first time he needed her
She had no time in her world
How much more proof does it take?

The poor fool fell in love, with the girl, one sad day
"Head over heels" don't you know
It's strange just how quickly, good luck fades away
Summer breezes become winter snow

He gave up his heart, his love, and his money
Lonely can drive a man mad
He doesn't blame her, but it's just not that funny
In fact - it's the "Story of Sad"

The story of sad is a tale about woe
A time to sit back and reflect
For the bad things you've done in your life, now you know
Why you simply can't get no respect
The Story of Sad would bring tears to your eyes
If you had any tears left to cry
But somehow you just keep on trying again
It seems that you'll never know why

He thought she was the reason he'd been brought over here
To help them both mend broken hearts
The sooner he faces the facts he will see
He's just got to make a new start

He gave up his heart, his love and his money
Lonely damn near drove him mad
He doesn't blame her, but it's still not that funny
In-fact - it's the "Story of Sad"
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
A whiner wrote this - I'm over it!
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Staff

His Thoughts

His thoughts swirl around his vision of me
that he holds close to his heart eternally
as he reveals the depth of his love and desire
unwilling to let go lest he perish in fire.

He tries to hold true to his knightly beliefs
Though this is difficult as he weeps and he weeps
For the pain is too strong and it clasps him in grief
Though the time I’m away is so short and so brief.

Each kiss was momentous and full of the thrill
of new love and desire with a lover’s fresh will.
Each day was a song when we were together
for no problems existed that our love couldn’t weather.

I long for my lover, my friend and my knight ever true
I know that he longs for me each day and night too,
but the truth is that all he has are his thoughts and his dreams
and the vision he has of me and mementoes it seems.

For I have gone to another place without my love you see
And it pains his heart that as a couple we will no longer be
Yet his thoughts keep him sane though enshrouded in pain
Our love for each other is strong and true just the same.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
A look is taken at two lovers who have been parted by the death of one.
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Oceanzest

Pigeon-hearted

from a youth
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
loss of youth
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nightcrow

ancestors are current

young is old whilst old be young , we marched the deserts suffered the cold starved to win we are old , we survived lack of food when budgets tight we walked for miles when the car broke down we worked in cold or hot to pay the bills we are young , ancestors to current both endure the same at different times in lifes fate, yet share a tomb or the pillow at night as tommorow will bring a new light
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
rerading a book on my gg grandfather and the resemlance of his life to mine and how much we are alike but in different times
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