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WILL YOU CRY
Would you cry, feeling my scent
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
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Posted: Oct 2010
Post CommentWILL YOU CRY
Would you cry, feeling my scent
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
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Posted: Oct 2010
Post Comment
Always In Vain
Many a day I've wished, through the futility of time
That love's immortality would come one day to be mine,
But each day that I've wished brings ever the same,
For each day that I've wished has ended in vain!
O' for a love everlasting; O'for its heavenly grace,
Yet each day always begins with a vacant embrace;
O' I've wished and I've wished, but resultantly the same
Comes darker the day, for it has ended in vain!
Alone each day I remain, for nothing comes to redeem,
Tho' each tomorrow is kept by an amorous dream,
But as each day dawns the night falls ever the same,
For each day that I've wished has ended in vain!
O' in the firmament of love I am never to stand,
As inevitably thus my fate seems to demand,
Yet onward I wish through the darkness of pain
While seeking the day that has not ended in vain!
O' for one true love; O' for a love immortal of mine,
Then this I'd grace with each moment through time,
And then I'd wish no more for that everlasting flame,
Which has brought each day that has ended in vain!
Upon many a day I've wished for just one love to keep,
I've wished each night for this that haunts me in sleep;
O' I've wished for the love that will lighten my bane
Of seeing each day that has ended in vain!
That love's immortality would come one day to be mine,
But each day that I've wished brings ever the same,
For each day that I've wished has ended in vain!
O' for a love everlasting; O'for its heavenly grace,
Yet each day always begins with a vacant embrace;
O' I've wished and I've wished, but resultantly the same
Comes darker the day, for it has ended in vain!
Alone each day I remain, for nothing comes to redeem,
Tho' each tomorrow is kept by an amorous dream,
But as each day dawns the night falls ever the same,
For each day that I've wished has ended in vain!
O' in the firmament of love I am never to stand,
As inevitably thus my fate seems to demand,
Yet onward I wish through the darkness of pain
While seeking the day that has not ended in vain!
O' for one true love; O' for a love immortal of mine,
Then this I'd grace with each moment through time,
And then I'd wish no more for that everlasting flame,
Which has brought each day that has ended in vain!
Upon many a day I've wished for just one love to keep,
I've wished each night for this that haunts me in sleep;
O' I've wished for the love that will lighten my bane
Of seeing each day that has ended in vain!
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
This poem tells of a romantic who searches each day for his one true love, his immortal beloved, but only to find that futility ends each day and then leads him into another.
Illussive Dream
I searched the world over for you.
Knowing one day we would meet.
The mere thought of you takes my breath away.
You make me feel complete.
You take my hand in yours.
And tell me to search no more.
To close my eyes and see.
The life I want.
And it will be.
I trust you. I know it is what it should be.
And the search is ended for me.
So take my hand and lead me through the day.
For together we will stay.
Knowing one day we would meet.
The mere thought of you takes my breath away.
You make me feel complete.
You take my hand in yours.
And tell me to search no more.
To close my eyes and see.
The life I want.
And it will be.
I trust you. I know it is what it should be.
And the search is ended for me.
So take my hand and lead me through the day.
For together we will stay.
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Posted: May 2010
Post CommentMy Lovely Friend
A woman that I met on here's,
Become so very dear,
And though she lives so far away,
Sometimes feels like she's near.
She's working on her future,
While working out her past.
I really do admire how,
She shapes her lot to cast.
We email, chat and telephone,
It's comfort for our souls.
We help each other through the days,
While working towards our goals.
Whenever I am feeling down,
She gives me some good cheer,
It lifts me up in spirit so,
Her kindnesses to hear.
I try my best to give in turn,
Her fears and woes to mend.
And so today I had to say,
Here's to my lovely friend!
Become so very dear,
And though she lives so far away,
Sometimes feels like she's near.
She's working on her future,
While working out her past.
I really do admire how,
She shapes her lot to cast.
We email, chat and telephone,
It's comfort for our souls.
We help each other through the days,
While working towards our goals.
Whenever I am feeling down,
She gives me some good cheer,
It lifts me up in spirit so,
Her kindnesses to hear.
I try my best to give in turn,
Her fears and woes to mend.
And so today I had to say,
Here's to my lovely friend!
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
She'll know...The Whole Package
I want it all in one so sweet,
From flowing hair to dainty feet.
That one who'll be my closest friend,
To be with me until the end.
She'll be my lover too, of course,
Be truly wild with no remorse.
And love me with a love so true,
To lift me up when I feel blue.
We will be partners, even up,
Rejoicing as we share each cup.
And if we fight I will concede,
To never hurt this one I need.
Together, ev'rything we'll do,
The things she likes and I do too.
And when we go to bed at night,
We'll hold each other oh so tight.
To find this one I'll do my best,
I'll search and search and never rest.
I'll keep on looking til I see,
The one who's really right for me.
From flowing hair to dainty feet.
That one who'll be my closest friend,
To be with me until the end.
She'll be my lover too, of course,
Be truly wild with no remorse.
And love me with a love so true,
To lift me up when I feel blue.
We will be partners, even up,
Rejoicing as we share each cup.
And if we fight I will concede,
To never hurt this one I need.
Together, ev'rything we'll do,
The things she likes and I do too.
And when we go to bed at night,
We'll hold each other oh so tight.
To find this one I'll do my best,
I'll search and search and never rest.
I'll keep on looking til I see,
The one who's really right for me.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I'm determined...Dancing in the Graveyard
Miss Ellie told this tale to me,
Which I now relate to you.
She was a caregiver, you see,
To a vet from World War two.
Seems he had been a flying ace,
O'er the North Atlantic Sea.
But now a sickbed was his place,
At the age of eighty-three.
To walk again was all he craved,
So she did for him her best.
His freedom of motion she saved,
Miss Ellie had passed the test.
His wife was quite a piece of work,
To resent was all she knew.
This woman really was a jerk!
Ellie loathed her through and through.
And then one night Ellie came to sit,
With him while his wife went out.
She saw his pain was quite a bit,
Which she then asked him about.
Obstructed bowel he'd had for days,
Which the wife chose to ignore.
Was toxic in the final phase,
Swiftly to and through death's door.
She wailed as that man was interred,
While the wife sat grimly smug.
So Ellie screamed in rage at her,
As the old man's grave was dug.
For six more years the wife lived on,
And then her day fin'lly came.
Good or bad, we're all death's pawn,
Cause we all end up the same.
So this past Memorial Day,
Ellie was so bold and brave.
Took off her shoes and danced away,
Upon that old bitches grave.
Which I now relate to you.
She was a caregiver, you see,
To a vet from World War two.
Seems he had been a flying ace,
O'er the North Atlantic Sea.
But now a sickbed was his place,
At the age of eighty-three.
To walk again was all he craved,
So she did for him her best.
His freedom of motion she saved,
Miss Ellie had passed the test.
His wife was quite a piece of work,
To resent was all she knew.
This woman really was a jerk!
Ellie loathed her through and through.
And then one night Ellie came to sit,
With him while his wife went out.
She saw his pain was quite a bit,
Which she then asked him about.
Obstructed bowel he'd had for days,
Which the wife chose to ignore.
Was toxic in the final phase,
Swiftly to and through death's door.
She wailed as that man was interred,
While the wife sat grimly smug.
So Ellie screamed in rage at her,
As the old man's grave was dug.
For six more years the wife lived on,
And then her day fin'lly came.
Good or bad, we're all death's pawn,
Cause we all end up the same.
So this past Memorial Day,
Ellie was so bold and brave.
Took off her shoes and danced away,
Upon that old bitches grave.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
True story...Ah, Sweet Relief!
I was in pain, so off I went,
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.
I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.
The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.
And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.
I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.
The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.
And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...
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Posted: Sep 2010
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Yay!Sage Wisdom
An ancient, aging Chippewa,
Who's sage words were passed to me,
Did speak of knowledge, used for good.
With his wisdom I agree.
He said it is a sacred thing,
To use knowledge in this way,
And that is what true elders do.
His words are true, I must say.
But now that I an elder am,
Wonder if I'll stand the test,
And use what little I have learned,
Make this world come out its best.
Yes, I will try to do this thing.
Heading out, I set my jaw.
Out in the world, his words to bring,
That sagacious Chippewa.
"KNOWLEDGE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING, BUT THE USE OF KNOWLEDGE IN A GOOD WAY IS WHAT MAKES FOR WISDOM. LEARNING HOW TO USE KNOWLEDGE IN A SACRED MANNER, THAT'S WISDOM TO ME, AND TO ME, THAT'S WHAT A TRUE ELDER IS."
Who's sage words were passed to me,
Did speak of knowledge, used for good.
With his wisdom I agree.
He said it is a sacred thing,
To use knowledge in this way,
And that is what true elders do.
His words are true, I must say.
But now that I an elder am,
Wonder if I'll stand the test,
And use what little I have learned,
Make this world come out its best.
Yes, I will try to do this thing.
Heading out, I set my jaw.
Out in the world, his words to bring,
That sagacious Chippewa.
"KNOWLEDGE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING, BUT THE USE OF KNOWLEDGE IN A GOOD WAY IS WHAT MAKES FOR WISDOM. LEARNING HOW TO USE KNOWLEDGE IN A SACRED MANNER, THAT'S WISDOM TO ME, AND TO ME, THAT'S WHAT A TRUE ELDER IS."
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
The quote was sent to me by a dear friend up in northern Idaho who is a tribal elder and healer herself. Hear the drums?Matters of the Heart
One can never quite predict,
In matters of the heart,
At what point one should full commit,
When does the loving start?
If you lay it out too soon,
You run an awful risk,
Of singing love's unhappy tune,
A sad and aching twist.
But then, if you drag your feet,
There is an outside chance,
That you'll lose your love so sweet,
And miss out on romance.
I've heard it said that timing is,
Nine tenths of ev'rything.
But what time's right, this I quiz,
When should the lovebird sing?
Guess the thing is just to know,
Your partner down so deep,
Wait for certain signs to show,
Til then your heart just keep.
In matters of the heart,
At what point one should full commit,
When does the loving start?
If you lay it out too soon,
You run an awful risk,
Of singing love's unhappy tune,
A sad and aching twist.
But then, if you drag your feet,
There is an outside chance,
That you'll lose your love so sweet,
And miss out on romance.
I've heard it said that timing is,
Nine tenths of ev'rything.
But what time's right, this I quiz,
When should the lovebird sing?
Guess the thing is just to know,
Your partner down so deep,
Wait for certain signs to show,
Til then your heart just keep.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
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