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She emailed me out of the blue,
And claimed to look for love so true.
I was suspicious but I thought,
I'd play along, see what it brought.

I sent to her my alias,
Old throw-away email address.
We chatted for a little while,
I then saw through and had to smile.

Her profile said she's from the states,
Though this, in fact, was not the case.
While her page said California,
She's somewhere deep in Africa.

I've blocked her now from my I.M.,
The scammers, I've no time for them.
For ones like this there's no excuse,
Profile deleted for abuse!

Met her online, she seemed very nice.
As it turned out I should have thought twice.
Used and abused then left in the end,
My broken heart took a while to mend.

After some time another I met,
Perfect we seemed, at least on the net.
As it turned out I wasn't her man,
Though we're still friends, it's not what we planned.

Whirlwind romance sure can be a thrill,
But when it ends, it leaves you unfilled.
I have now learned the real value of,
Taking my time in matters of love.

So I still seek to find my true heart,
Could it be her, or will we soon part?
Guess time will tell and then we'll know,
But we've agreed, we're taking it slow.

So very glad my dear,
You overcame your fear,
And reaching out your hand,
You hit the send command.

From there the die was cast,
A milestone was passed.
The barriers broke down,
A common path was found.

The days and weeks went by,
Oh how they seemed to fly.
We heard each other's voice,
And then there was no choice.

There was no concealing,
Emotions we were feeling,
And thank the stars above,
We fin'lly spoke of love.

Oh, passion played its part,
But more came from the heart.
Surrender of the soul,
Then turned this love to gold.

We now await the time,
When we can intertwine.
In person as in heart,
As destined from the start.

My love you are the one,
Of which my dreams are spun,
And half-a-world away,
Gets closer every day.

To live, we have to see ourselves as good,
So brain takes over, saying,"I am great".
Our mind's-eye feeds the ego, sets the mood
To keep it self-sustaining, full of hate.

We truly hate each person not like "me"
And think of them a lesser sort of soul
Because they have not had our pain, you see.
They're not religious, have not been made "whole".

They do not love our saviour, are not "saved".
Their skin is not the colour of bleached kale.
Look at their politics, or how they've raved,
Or got what they are wearing in a sale.

He takes hard drugs, and she is much too fat.
They give their kids away to social care.
Still hearing mirror tell us " I'm all that"
We leave our social circle almost bare.

How 'bout the alcoholics that abuse,
Or ailing pro's who die out in the night?
We turn our backs and blindly just accuse
Drug-ridden kids who cannot help their plight.

The great unwashed, the posh, the rich, the dead,
We still come up with other titles, names,
While ego still plays "sicko" in our head
And makes us think we're perfect, plays more games.

Then what of all the ones that are depressed?
We wouldn't let ourselves get such as they.
The hypochondriacs, the ones repressed?
We wish the world would make them go away.

For we are perfect in our little world.
Our ego tells us that it must be thus.
How dare we leave our thoughts of hate unfurled
To keep us from what really defines us.

Compassion, smiles and love are all that count
When we seek to account for who we are.
To give and not to take in large amount
Gives purpose, helps make love instead of war.

It's not about religion, votes or "right",
Nor yet to have our neighbours praise our deeds.
It's all about reflecting to our sight
What future generations sow as seeds...

He'll pass gas at the table and laugh,
And then not even think it a gaff.
Cusses and spits and smokes cigarettes,
Not the least bit embarassed by half.

Table manners are truly a joke,
Shouldn't be allowed 'round gentle folk.
Tells dirty jokes in mixed company,
Never minds all the rules that he broke.

Yeah, his wardrobe is truly a mess,
Like it maybe was dark when he dressed.
Wears stripes with plaids, no problem with that,
Says, "Hey, who do I need to impress?"

He'll go out with a wide open fly,
There's soup stains on his only necktie.
Good for a fight each Saturday night,
He's the macho American guy.

Have you ever been with someone,
Who made you lose all sense of self,
Just made your ego run away,
Put all agendas on a shelf?

I have.

Have you known a love so tender,
That it took all your pain away,
Erased all thoughts of the danger,
And made forever seem a day?

I have.

Have you felt lightning in your loins,
As if you feel that you will burst,
From the storm raging inside you,
While in sweet passion you're immersed?

I have.

Have you bathed in the afterglow,
Your bodies quivering from lust,
And been so completely sated,
As all the love from you has gushed?

I have.

Before the storm a cold, cold breeze,
Begins to show its power.
The clouds all black and water filled,
Will burst within the hour.

And in the distant darkened sky,
There comes a flicker of flashing light.
And far off sounds that rumble and crack,
Thunder answers with all its might!

And that gray space between ground and black,
Too strong to call a shower,
Will soon be here to drench and soak,
The ground that now bears flower.

Now it nears and drops do fall,
First gentle then with full force.
The storm, it makes its pathway known,
Staying persistently on its course.

When all has past, all calm and clear,
And the sky is bright with sun,
A beautiful rainbow just might appear.
God's promise, 'tis all said and done!

Twas Saturday night at the local pub,
But not a smile could be seen on the lads.
A visitor came but there was a small rub,
That had the whole place feeling so sad.

A Clurichaun name of Patrick McGee,
Was the guest who had caused this depression.
He had a strange quirk of magic you see,
That caused all these frowning expressions.

Each time a glass was filled up at the bar,
All the booze vanished in just a twinkling.
Any man consuming that much by far,
Would have died from what Patrick was drinking.

Then a fine wit name of Willie O'Darr,
Found a way all this madness to stop.
"Draw one for McGee!" he called to the bar,
And the imp disappeared with a pop.

I have a friend who's very dear,
Though I've not known her long.
But still to me it's very clear,
She'd never do me wrong.

We started out to look for more,
But that was not to be.
You never know just what's in store,
Or if there's chemistry.

Still friendship means so much in life,
That you should never doubt.
Friends help you through your times of strife,
A helping hand reached out.

But I love her and she loves me
On that you may depend.
Though not romantic'lly you see,
The love of a true friend.

The street was packed with snow and ice,
The winter's night was cold and dark.
Two young women, stuck and spinning,
My friend and I helped them to park.

We went into the club and snagged,
The only table that remained.
Then they came in and looked around,
We offered and two chairs obtained.

A bluesman played the club that night,
He was one of the best around.
We drank and talked while listening,
And fin'lly closed that nightclub down.

We offered breakfast then to buy,
The closest place was pretty far.
My friend drove off with one of them,
The other one climbed in my car.

She yawned as she sat over there,
So far away across the seat.
"Lie down and rest your head right here."
And tapped my thigh a subtle beat.

She looked at me suspiciously,
I said, "It's okay, just to rest."
But then her hand slid up my leg,
In such a gentle, soft caress.

After we ate I drove her home,
I hoped a kiss there I might find.
She led the way up to her place,
And then she locked the door behind.

She welcomed me into her bed,
And oh so willingly I came.
But halfway through the night I woke,
And found I did not know her name.

I went into the bathroom then,
Searching in her medicine chest.
A prescription bottle told me,
Kathy, one of my very best.