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Checkers Anyone?
While talking there online last night,
You found that we could play,
Some games while we were gabbing so,
To pass the time away.
Backgammon was too much for us.
At pool we took a shot.
That too proved beyond our ken,
So checkers was our lot.
We got into the game and then,
It turned into such glee,
As if we both were drunk as skunks,
Though not a drop had we.
My moves and jumps and strategies,
All proved to no avail.
Your kings and soldiers overcame.
You soundly whipped my tail.
The game was just a vehicle.
I lost, but did not care.
The fun we had was more than worth,
The beating I took there.
We laughed and giggled, talked some trash.
It really was a ball.
As we grew ever closer there,
While playing on that call.
We both had needed that relief,
From daily drudgery.
A game of checkers brought us both,
Together you and me.
You found that we could play,
Some games while we were gabbing so,
To pass the time away.
Backgammon was too much for us.
At pool we took a shot.
That too proved beyond our ken,
So checkers was our lot.
We got into the game and then,
It turned into such glee,
As if we both were drunk as skunks,
Though not a drop had we.
My moves and jumps and strategies,
All proved to no avail.
Your kings and soldiers overcame.
You soundly whipped my tail.
The game was just a vehicle.
I lost, but did not care.
The fun we had was more than worth,
The beating I took there.
We laughed and giggled, talked some trash.
It really was a ball.
As we grew ever closer there,
While playing on that call.
We both had needed that relief,
From daily drudgery.
A game of checkers brought us both,
Together you and me.
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Posted: Aug 2010
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She'll know who I'm talking to...Driving
Been car-less now for quite a while.
In fact, it's been a year.
I've had to hitch to get around,
Been quite a challenge here.
But now I've found a friend who has,
A pick-up truck to drive.
It's made a difference in my life,
This feeling, so alive.
Jump in the seat and turn the key,
The engine springs awake.
Now don't forget to click the belt,
No chances now to take.
Get it in gear and press the gas,
A simple little thing,
But having been without so long,
It makes my heart to sing.
The open road, the freedom to,
Just come and go at will.
A feeling so empowering,
It really is a thrill.
I thank my friend for bringing back,
This robust sensation.
Liberation! So much more than,
Basic transportation.
In fact, it's been a year.
I've had to hitch to get around,
Been quite a challenge here.
But now I've found a friend who has,
A pick-up truck to drive.
It's made a difference in my life,
This feeling, so alive.
Jump in the seat and turn the key,
The engine springs awake.
Now don't forget to click the belt,
No chances now to take.
Get it in gear and press the gas,
A simple little thing,
But having been without so long,
It makes my heart to sing.
The open road, the freedom to,
Just come and go at will.
A feeling so empowering,
It really is a thrill.
I thank my friend for bringing back,
This robust sensation.
Liberation! So much more than,
Basic transportation.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Dedicated to Miss Ellie, my liberator...Rain
Off in the distance to the west,
The thunderheads are gathering.
A blust'ring breeze foretells the tale,
Of what will soon be happening.
The smell of damp earth fills the air,
A storm is coming there's no doubt.
The first few drops explode in dust,
As wind is whipping trees about.
The lightning's flash and thunder's roar,
From clouds so dark and ominous,
Enthralling beauty holds in awe,
Stirs feelings deep in each of us.
And then the clouds burst open wide,
Start sending torrents to the earth.
Thus quenching, drenching, pouring down,
To give us all a glad rebirth.
The thunderheads are gathering.
A blust'ring breeze foretells the tale,
Of what will soon be happening.
The smell of damp earth fills the air,
A storm is coming there's no doubt.
The first few drops explode in dust,
As wind is whipping trees about.
The lightning's flash and thunder's roar,
From clouds so dark and ominous,
Enthralling beauty holds in awe,
Stirs feelings deep in each of us.
And then the clouds burst open wide,
Start sending torrents to the earth.
Thus quenching, drenching, pouring down,
To give us all a glad rebirth.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Just wishing for a little rain today...Three Fish
Three casts, three fish, now that's some fun,
Our supper caught at dawn,
Before the blazing summer sun,
Has come to beat upon.
It's my first time for fishing here,
This farmer's pond so clean.
The grass is lush, the sky is clear,
Ah, what a perfect scene.
But there are rules, this pond is his,
Attention I must pay.
So I head home, 'cause limit is,
Just three fish ev'ry day.
Three casts, three fish, I tell you true.
A fisherman I am.
You think that I would lie to you?
I'll prove it with my cam.
Our supper caught at dawn,
Before the blazing summer sun,
Has come to beat upon.
It's my first time for fishing here,
This farmer's pond so clean.
The grass is lush, the sky is clear,
Ah, what a perfect scene.
But there are rules, this pond is his,
Attention I must pay.
So I head home, 'cause limit is,
Just three fish ev'ry day.
Three casts, three fish, I tell you true.
A fisherman I am.
You think that I would lie to you?
I'll prove it with my cam.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Okay, so it was way more than three casts, and well past dawn before I got my limit... I caught two on the first two casts and got overly optimistic. It took hours to get that ever-elusive third fish. All fisherman are not necessarily liars, we just don't let the truth get in the way of a good fish story - or poem...Election Day
I'm honest, loyal, brave and true.
My opponent is a crook.
I've never cheated, lied or stole,
That other guy wrote the book.
He dislikes babies, jobs and rights,
And supports the terrorists.
I heard when he was back in school,
That he was a communist.
He voted for higher taxes,
When he cared to vote at all.
While my record is perfect and,
I have answered ev'ry call.
Just remember when at the polls,
I'm the best and he's all bad.
'Cause my name is Dudley Do-Right
And yes, I approved this ad.
My opponent is a crook.
I've never cheated, lied or stole,
That other guy wrote the book.
He dislikes babies, jobs and rights,
And supports the terrorists.
I heard when he was back in school,
That he was a communist.
He voted for higher taxes,
When he cared to vote at all.
While my record is perfect and,
I have answered ev'ry call.
Just remember when at the polls,
I'm the best and he's all bad.
'Cause my name is Dudley Do-Right
And yes, I approved this ad.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Tomorrow is election day around here and I'm so tired of the campaign ads I could just scream!On Religion
While I am not religious,
I have many friends who are.
I'm glad they have this comfort,
Through life's journies near and far.
I do believe in karma,
Seen it happen many times.
You get what you have given,
Be it good deeds, be it crimes.
It is not always instant,
And it can take many years.
Ev'ry smile comes back to you,
Right along with all your tears.
Sure the world's a better place,
Than it would be otherwise,
Because of folks believing,
They are watched by judging eyes.
I have not been blessed with faith,
But believe that I'm no fool.
Try at all times to be kind,
And obey the Golden Rule.
I have many friends who are.
I'm glad they have this comfort,
Through life's journies near and far.
I do believe in karma,
Seen it happen many times.
You get what you have given,
Be it good deeds, be it crimes.
It is not always instant,
And it can take many years.
Ev'ry smile comes back to you,
Right along with all your tears.
Sure the world's a better place,
Than it would be otherwise,
Because of folks believing,
They are watched by judging eyes.
I have not been blessed with faith,
But believe that I'm no fool.
Try at all times to be kind,
And obey the Golden Rule.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Just how I am.Love In Bloom
I've seen loves flower blossoming,
In poetry and prose.
As lovers reach across the seas,
I wish good luck to those.
Until you meet it's hard to tell,
Which way the wind will blow.
It's difficult to know just how,
The chemistry will go.
I've been accused of placing too,
Much weight upon these things.
But I know from experience,
The burden that it brings.
It's great to take a holiday,
To travel far and wide.
I say it's hard to count upon,
What's on the other side.
I cannot say that I will not,
Find love in one afar.
But for right now, I'll stick with those,
That can be reached by car.
In poetry and prose.
As lovers reach across the seas,
I wish good luck to those.
Until you meet it's hard to tell,
Which way the wind will blow.
It's difficult to know just how,
The chemistry will go.
I've been accused of placing too,
Much weight upon these things.
But I know from experience,
The burden that it brings.
It's great to take a holiday,
To travel far and wide.
I say it's hard to count upon,
What's on the other side.
I cannot say that I will not,
Find love in one afar.
But for right now, I'll stick with those,
That can be reached by car.
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Just one opinion...Good Morning
It's six am the sun's first light,
Has crept into our room.
It's just enough to see your face,
There sleeping half in gloom.
We've half an hour before alarm's,
Insistent, buzzing blare.
You roll away, your back to me,
I reach and stroke your hair.
You murmur softly, half asleep,
A gentle message sent.
I know you well enough to tell,
And take it for consent.
Your dreams perhaps preparing you,
No need to mess around,
So quickly, we become as one.
Sometimes that's best we've found.
The urgency of you and me,
Brings matters to a head,
As mutual, our ecstacy,
Then fills our joyful bed.
When quietly you turn to me,
We hold each other tight,
And kiss so soft and tenderly,
There in the growing light.
Alarm goes off and breaks the mood,
You jump up out of bed.
The day's begun, there's things to do,
And not a word's been said.
Has crept into our room.
It's just enough to see your face,
There sleeping half in gloom.
We've half an hour before alarm's,
Insistent, buzzing blare.
You roll away, your back to me,
I reach and stroke your hair.
You murmur softly, half asleep,
A gentle message sent.
I know you well enough to tell,
And take it for consent.
Your dreams perhaps preparing you,
No need to mess around,
So quickly, we become as one.
Sometimes that's best we've found.
The urgency of you and me,
Brings matters to a head,
As mutual, our ecstacy,
Then fills our joyful bed.
When quietly you turn to me,
We hold each other tight,
And kiss so soft and tenderly,
There in the growing light.
Alarm goes off and breaks the mood,
You jump up out of bed.
The day's begun, there's things to do,
And not a word's been said.
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Good morning...Warning!
This medication should not be used,
Do not drive while you're dazed and confused,
It may cause deafness, blindness or death,
Constipation and shortness of breath.
May result in unsafe conditions,
Suicidal thoughts, deep depressions,
Discolored skin at injection site,
Rashes, tremors and seven year blight.
Think I'll just wait and see if I live,
Without whatever this drug might give.
Medication your symptoms may ease,
But is the cure worse than the disease?
Do not drive while you're dazed and confused,
It may cause deafness, blindness or death,
Constipation and shortness of breath.
May result in unsafe conditions,
Suicidal thoughts, deep depressions,
Discolored skin at injection site,
Rashes, tremors and seven year blight.
Think I'll just wait and see if I live,
Without whatever this drug might give.
Medication your symptoms may ease,
But is the cure worse than the disease?
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
The drug commercials!!!On Sensitivity
Being sensitive by nature's,
A blessing and a curse,
For to feel things very deeply,
Means pain can be much worse.
Being sensible about this,
I think you will agree,
That all the hurt is worth the joy,
Of sensitivity.
Insensitive means heartlessness,
And that we can't abide,
So we must take the bad with good,
From feelings deep inside.
If I should give my love to you,
Just so you are aware,
My heart is very sensitive,
Please handle it with care.
A blessing and a curse,
For to feel things very deeply,
Means pain can be much worse.
Being sensible about this,
I think you will agree,
That all the hurt is worth the joy,
Of sensitivity.
Insensitive means heartlessness,
And that we can't abide,
So we must take the bad with good,
From feelings deep inside.
If I should give my love to you,
Just so you are aware,
My heart is very sensitive,
Please handle it with care.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
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