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Hey there, Baby, I'm all alone now, the kids are tucked in bed.
When you left just a few days ago, I remember what you said.
You said, "Babe, I really love you, the time will go by fast.
Before you know it, I'll be back and the future will be the past.
So keep your chin up and hold the fort down, give the kids a kiss each day.
Tell them, I'll bring them back a special gift, from a land quite far away."
Well, I've tried to take these words to heart, but the time is going slow.
I know you think that I'm real strong, but there's something you don't know;
And that is,

Honey, I'm feeling lonely, Honey, I'm feeling blue.
I wish that you were here with me, or I were there with you,
But what can't be, can't be, me with you, you with me,
So take my love into your heart and hold it tenderly.

Well, now Baby, in the daytime, the loneliness hides away.
But when the sun goes down and the lights go out, that's the loneliest time of day.
I can't help but want you near me, your warm touch and gentle kiss,
The pillow talk that we'd have each night is what I mostly miss.
I overheard our children praying, saying bring my Daddy home.
So tonight I felt it right to just sit down and write this poem.
We can't wait for you to come home, it'll be a special day.
It seems to help to write it down, and to say what I have to say.
Except for tonight when,

Honey, I'm feeling lonely, Honey, I'm feeling blue.
I wish that you were here with me, or I were there with you,
But what can't be, can't be, me with you, you with me,
So take my love into your heart and hold it tenderly.

Please, God, Bring Them All Home Safely!

You used to make me feel beautiful,
You used to say I am wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you,
You say I look like a used broom.

You smile to everyone but me,
You praise the look of every girl but mine,
Because I'm already next to you
You let me down...

You do not treat me like a lady at all,
You do not let me feel I'm special,
You said "we are just friends", and wall,
That heavy wall apparted us at once.

I never be "just" somebody to anyone,
I know how unique I am,
I know every word or look of mine
Brings difference and makes a day.

You used to make me feel beautiful
You used to say I'm wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you
You let me down...

To you thank you that you nearby,
Even if nearby you are absent,
You virtual look
You grant to my soul light.
Thank you that has kissed,
But only it is a pity not in reality,
And that at the nights I embraced
It is a pity for a smile, not in reality.
You have presented me hope
And me not to spit any more,
What to me to wear clothes,
And what it isn't necessary to put on.
As it is good what is just possible
With you to speak about much.
And I didn't know, how difficult
Not to be darling, but to love.

If I boast about my skills,
It's not that I pay my bills.

My flaws are easy to see ,
If you hang around me.

I try to be kind to all,
But my mouth may be my fall.

If you check my under arms ,
You may have some alarms.

I'll have a bath today,
Last one was Wednesday.

But if you check my heart,
You'll have a surprising report.

Some say it's made of gold ,
It's formed by much untold.

Hardship and pain can create,
A lot of sympathy for the lame.

Everyone has their story,
Listen and you may feel sorry.

So if I'm gruff and crude,
It's not because I'm rude.

We are shaped by this world,
And a product of that mold.

Some are proud of being good,
Others just dream of the Could.

I thank God I'm alive today,
His divine protection, I say.

I won't deceive or trick,
But it's hard to be perfect.!

A chicken and an egg were lying in bed,
The chicken grinned and moved his head,
He was smoking a cigarette and had a satisfied smile,
The egg in contrast was frowning all the while,
The egg muttered with a forlorn expression,
“Well I guess we answered that old question!”

I love the beach
it's my most favorite place in the world
I love sit on the sand and watch the pretty girls
Dream my life away
Oh, I love the waves
The beach is my most favorite place in the world

The boulevard on a Friday night
Pop a brew and I'll be feeling all right
The job want be on my mind
I'm going to have a good time
The beach is my most favorite place in the world

I love the beach
it's my most favorite place in the world
I love sit on the sand and watch the pretty girls
Dream my life away
Oh, I love the waves
The beach is my most favorite place in the world


This weekend has gone by in a flash
I've had a good time but I spent all of my cash
I'll go back and earn a dime
But, I know what will be on my mind
The beach is my most favorite place in the world

I love the beach
it's my most favorite place in the world
I love sit on the sand and watch the pretty girls
Dream my life away
Oh, I love the waves
The beach is my most favorite place in the world

© 2012 Marcus Goodman

With no pockets in my garments
I am bound to leave this world.
I'm going to the Kingdom
where I'm the Kings wayward girl.
We've had a strong thing goin' on now
for a real long time.
Once and accountant to that Fiddler,
I am become His laughing Bride.

Well, I won't be goin' without you
because you know that ain't the way.
The King doth wait eternally
for all who've gone astray.
He's a real mench like no other:
His patience has no end.
He will lift you up on Eagle's wings;
Your broken heart He'll surely mend.

Now we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.

Don't need no pockets in my garments,
Love is all that with me flies.
It's only Real if its Eternal,
so Love is all I leave behind.
They can't tax it.
They can't steal it.
It doth not rot nor oxidize.
The more you give it,
the more you have it.
Love is the treasure of The Wise.

Yeah, we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.

Callaghan Grant 2010

My heart is as pure as that of a child

My passion is hot and my temper is mild

I do have love in abundance

To share it with you, I have no resistance

Then why can't I find someone to love me?

A special lady to set my emotions free

To open my eyes and let me see

How wonderful life could be

Am I destined to spend my life alone?

Waiting day and night beside my phone

Hoping a nice lady may give me a call

Asking me, in love with her, to fall

Inviting me to a dancing hall

Falling in love for me is nothing but an illusion

That is my only and final conclusion

Once upon a Christmas a long time ago,
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.

Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.

When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.


When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.

Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.


Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.


But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.

“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.

Blue sky, blue sky
she walked by my house
raindance in the road
never felt, never felt
so good

Walkin’ high, walkin’ high
she knocked my door
woah, diamond lights in my room
never felt, never felt
so good

Mmmm mmmm sweet girl
your purple ways
lovin’ days
raindance in the road
mmmm Lord
raindance in the road