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Love
To be loved liked you love...
A true heart sent from the stars above....
A hug a kiss we all miss this...
to feel real and to belong sticking TOGETHER like the words to a song....
where does my heart belong...
who sings that sweetest song to whom my heart holds dear...
Be you far or be you near..
where is this love gone I fear...
in the night I think of you a love so true my heart was on fire...
and now the fire burns no more because now I know I'll never walk inside your heart again.
A true heart sent from the stars above....
A hug a kiss we all miss this...
to feel real and to belong sticking TOGETHER like the words to a song....
where does my heart belong...
who sings that sweetest song to whom my heart holds dear...
Be you far or be you near..
where is this love gone I fear...
in the night I think of you a love so true my heart was on fire...
and now the fire burns no more because now I know I'll never walk inside your heart again.
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Posted: Jul 2021
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July 4
My last two karaoke songs were sung by George Michael
Freedom and Freedom 90
When I think of the fourth of July I think of freedom
Free to be who I am without judgement
Free to go outside without fearing for my safety from thugs and cops
Free to see a doctor or a dentist without financial ruin
Free to live in a house
Free to sleep without waking up too early
The songs deal with relationships
The first doesn't want freedom, all he wants is that special lady
The other freedom to have equal give and take in a relationship
Not always have to be the one always giving while the other just takes
When I was a kid it was about the fireworks
I am going to buy some today
I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about fireworks too
But as I have gotten older from 1976 when I was only six
It is about a good relationship
Where you can always look forward to some sky rockets in flight
Freedom and Freedom 90
When I think of the fourth of July I think of freedom
Free to be who I am without judgement
Free to go outside without fearing for my safety from thugs and cops
Free to see a doctor or a dentist without financial ruin
Free to live in a house
Free to sleep without waking up too early
The songs deal with relationships
The first doesn't want freedom, all he wants is that special lady
The other freedom to have equal give and take in a relationship
Not always have to be the one always giving while the other just takes
When I was a kid it was about the fireworks
I am going to buy some today
I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about fireworks too
But as I have gotten older from 1976 when I was only six
It is about a good relationship
Where you can always look forward to some sky rockets in flight
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
I listen to many songs related to the Fourth of July, Voices That Care from the 91 Iraq and Kuwait War, and God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood, American Pie by Don McLean is another good one.
All shook up
White tiles
well examined
blue shift spray
fortitude in clocks
time dimensions
weighing in
cobalt cartesian
fully entrained
we make homage
dead players revolt
live satellite dawn
angel hair, down
slipping existence
fruit melee
peel for peel
gainful resistance
meta juice boy
we're all shook up
well examined
blue shift spray
fortitude in clocks
time dimensions
weighing in
cobalt cartesian
fully entrained
we make homage
dead players revolt
live satellite dawn
angel hair, down
slipping existence
fruit melee
peel for peel
gainful resistance
meta juice boy
we're all shook up
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Posted: Jul 2023
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When white tiles isn't enough lets go more :)
Oh My Love,Where are you
When I am with you,the only place I want to be is closer …
Where are you my love?
I need the star shine of your heavenly eyes,after the day's great sun
Where are you my love?
Snow has fallen,and the ground has disappeared & I feel your nowhere near
Where are you my love?
I think of thee,oh I think of thee
'This all that I can say
It is my vision in the night
My dreamy in the day.....
~Redmorning sun~
Where are you my love?
I need the star shine of your heavenly eyes,after the day's great sun
Where are you my love?
Snow has fallen,and the ground has disappeared & I feel your nowhere near
Where are you my love?
I think of thee,oh I think of thee
'This all that I can say
It is my vision in the night
My dreamy in the day.....
~Redmorning sun~
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Posted: Feb 2015
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Memory of Regret
Time goes by so quickly
Here I sit with a glass of wine
And the memory of you
Memories of the past
Can soothe the soul
But memories of regret
Can make you numb
All possibilities are left
Only in your mind
Here I sit with a glass of wine
And the memory of you
Memories of the past
Can soothe the soul
But memories of regret
Can make you numb
All possibilities are left
Only in your mind
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Posted: Jun 2023
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Not Hung Upon Anything
When we were young we were not hung upon anything
We could be young and discover
The goodness of life as a song to sing
And then one day the world gave us a pill
And we became ill with so many broken dreams
Instead of today we went in the way of what tomorrow brings
And when we got old we tried to hold
To a glimpse of remembering
Of when we were young and not hung upon anything
We could be young and discover
The goodness of life as a song to sing
And then one day the world gave us a pill
And we became ill with so many broken dreams
Instead of today we went in the way of what tomorrow brings
And when we got old we tried to hold
To a glimpse of remembering
Of when we were young and not hung upon anything
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Posted: Jun 2023
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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
She may seem timid, innocent and naïve
Trying to let on she will do nothing but please
But other women can tell what is going on
She’s trolling for her next victim not dating fun
Sweetly passive she may seem to be
A switch from women who don’t give free
From other countries exotic beauties call to thee
Beware for things may not be what they seem to be
I know someone who married one of these
Dark exotic beauties as innocent as can be
After a year she emptied the bank account and left
Went home to her boyfriend after her theft
They had a baby together and lived on the money
Of her loving gullible American honey
The moral of this story is as plain as can be
If she seems too good to be true – this I can believe
Trying to let on she will do nothing but please
But other women can tell what is going on
She’s trolling for her next victim not dating fun
Sweetly passive she may seem to be
A switch from women who don’t give free
From other countries exotic beauties call to thee
Beware for things may not be what they seem to be
I know someone who married one of these
Dark exotic beauties as innocent as can be
After a year she emptied the bank account and left
Went home to her boyfriend after her theft
They had a baby together and lived on the money
Of her loving gullible American honey
The moral of this story is as plain as can be
If she seems too good to be true – this I can believe
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
This happened to a cousin of mine who married a dark haired beauty from South America - she wanted to come to America and live like a Queen. Took all his money and went back to South America and now living like a Queen with her boyfriend and their baby. True story. Beware! American women may not be all honey and pie - but at least some of us are honest.WAITING
She sat in her chair
Staring straight ahead
Her faded blue eyes
Appearing glazed and red
Not moving a muscle
No view outside to see
Just a brick wall ahead
Not even a green tree
Tears running down her cheeks
Dripping down to her lap
Only her memories to see
Her old body now a trap
Remembering the times past
Love, laughter and family
Now all alone and no hope
Just waiting for life’s finale
Written by: Kathy © June 27, 2021
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
Update: A dear friend of mine was just told last week that she only has 6-8 months left to live because she has Lung Cancer. She never smoked a day in her life!! I originally wrote when entering period of time when my Mom passed away. Towards the end she sat in her chair staring at the wall and remembering memories. I thought it was my memories coming to me - however, possibly it was meant for my friend instead. KathyMario Brothers 3
I finally did it!
After months of playing this game
I defeated Bowser
He kept trying to stomp on me
I got out of the way
He then fell through the floor
I then rescued the princess
I like the old style video games
The newest system I have is an XBox from 2001
I just can't see spending all that money on the new
When I love the old
Same thing goes for my music
Taylor Swift
Nah
Cyndi Lauper
Yeah!
After months of playing this game
I defeated Bowser
He kept trying to stomp on me
I got out of the way
He then fell through the floor
I then rescued the princess
I like the old style video games
The newest system I have is an XBox from 2001
I just can't see spending all that money on the new
When I love the old
Same thing goes for my music
Taylor Swift
Nah
Cyndi Lauper
Yeah!
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Posted: Jun 2023
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My last song I listened to is If I Can't Have You by Yvonne Elliman from 1977 on the Bee Gees Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
Childhood Memories
Sitting on the gate with Rose
waiting for the boys
Where are those lads with scruffy clothes
still playing with their toys.
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
as other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
what mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
on Farmer Giles land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
when the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
play hide and seek and track
I'd love to be alone in there
with Jimmy's brother Jack.
How time has flown since first we met
down by the garden gate
My own young one's now take my place
as down the path they wait.
waiting for the boys
Where are those lads with scruffy clothes
still playing with their toys.
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
as other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
what mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
on Farmer Giles land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
when the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
play hide and seek and track
I'd love to be alone in there
with Jimmy's brother Jack.
How time has flown since first we met
down by the garden gate
My own young one's now take my place
as down the path they wait.
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Posted: Jun 2023
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