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I Was Prepared
In the beginning I had my premonition
So I made serious preparation
I knew it from the start
It was a game from the heart
It is a different course in cyberspace
Than when we relate face to face
Pretense is the rule of the game
Sometimes reality evaporates and wanes
I am not shocked or surprised by the silence
Because I have a free conscience
I expect the unexpected each day
So I was prepared for the game to be played
The writing was on the wall
So the unforgiving chips begin to fall
Don't worry;I wish you well
As you move on to the next damsel
In my face,you threw my past
The real you emerge at last
I smiled instead of shed a tear
Because I was prepared
So I made serious preparation
I knew it from the start
It was a game from the heart
It is a different course in cyberspace
Than when we relate face to face
Pretense is the rule of the game
Sometimes reality evaporates and wanes
I am not shocked or surprised by the silence
Because I have a free conscience
I expect the unexpected each day
So I was prepared for the game to be played
The writing was on the wall
So the unforgiving chips begin to fall
Don't worry;I wish you well
As you move on to the next damsel
In my face,you threw my past
The real you emerge at last
I smiled instead of shed a tear
Because I was prepared
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
I wrote it to capture the moods of relating to people on a personal level on the internet.I was prepared for the advantages and disadvantages but even outside of cyberspace we have to deal with them.
The Hands of God
He uphold me in the hollow of his mighty hands,
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.
I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.
He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.
I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.
He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.
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Posted: Jul 2011
Post CommentThe End of Humility
A Rather plain Jane she was,previously-married and all,
Working a great paying job,
Dating several a poor slob,
Needing approval for her drinking or selfish doings,
She killed-off her Ex-hero husband with kindness so to speak,
By overfeeding him and then taking his life's works to her bosom,
Then every man thereafter until finally finding me on a website,
Dating now became a challenge to acquire and overcome at large,
She reeled my loving trusting heart in and used me like a condom,
I (at one point) saved her life and raised her pets for her,
Life has it's twists and turns but this was twisted turn unrivaled.
for in the end after a double engagement and losing my home,
This wretch kicked me to the wolves and left me lost and dying,
Then she cheated and lied & she married in 2 months,
we were playing like kids in the snow traveling the world & all yet,
we were engaged and yet she said she could not marry me after 2 years?
In retrospect what doesn't kill you makes you stronger unto humiliation...one day dear Lord of all things,Karma may run over her Dogma and the charity of choice will prevail in true justice.
Working a great paying job,
Dating several a poor slob,
Needing approval for her drinking or selfish doings,
She killed-off her Ex-hero husband with kindness so to speak,
By overfeeding him and then taking his life's works to her bosom,
Then every man thereafter until finally finding me on a website,
Dating now became a challenge to acquire and overcome at large,
She reeled my loving trusting heart in and used me like a condom,
I (at one point) saved her life and raised her pets for her,
Life has it's twists and turns but this was twisted turn unrivaled.
for in the end after a double engagement and losing my home,
This wretch kicked me to the wolves and left me lost and dying,
Then she cheated and lied & she married in 2 months,
we were playing like kids in the snow traveling the world & all yet,
we were engaged and yet she said she could not marry me after 2 years?
In retrospect what doesn't kill you makes you stronger unto humiliation...one day dear Lord of all things,Karma may run over her Dogma and the charity of choice will prevail in true justice.
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
I was written to first by this woman...I thought that to be award winning in and of a woman on the web...now I see that because women remain silent it merely tells me that they are weary of all the lies of relationships and that all they really want is equality so that they can complain of what a man isn't and what he does-do or is.This is a dedication to my experiences.
online today!I CAN'T REMEMBER -- author unknown
I CAN'T REMEMBER
Just a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis.
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
But God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something,
Or have I just come down from there?
And before the 'fridge so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt;
Have I just put some food away, or
Have I come to take some out?
And there is time when it is dark
With nightcap on my head . . .
I don't know if I'm retiring, or
Just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you,
There's no need for getting sore.
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
Just, remember that I love you
And wish that you were near,
But now it's nearly mail time so,
I must say goodbye, My dear.
Here I stand beside the mailbox,
With a face so very red . . .
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I've opened it instead!
Just a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis.
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
But God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something,
Or have I just come down from there?
And before the 'fridge so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt;
Have I just put some food away, or
Have I come to take some out?
And there is time when it is dark
With nightcap on my head . . .
I don't know if I'm retiring, or
Just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you,
There's no need for getting sore.
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
Just, remember that I love you
And wish that you were near,
But now it's nearly mail time so,
I must say goodbye, My dear.
Here I stand beside the mailbox,
With a face so very red . . .
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I've opened it instead!
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
I'm 70years old, I read this poem for the first time when I was about 8, my mother had got it from a friend at work.
You
An angel came unto me whilst i slept.
A light sparkling upon a floating snowflake.
Caught between the ticking of a heart beat.
Time stood still like truth.
Like two ships passing each other in the dark foggy night .
From a distant you can hear the horns blaring.
A gambler throws his dice one last time upon the green table,
" snake eyes"! the crowd cries out.
Chances are fleeting moments pressed upon the pages of our fated story.
But love is forever, if it is truly ever found.
Sincerely DEN aka strangelove
A light sparkling upon a floating snowflake.
Caught between the ticking of a heart beat.
Time stood still like truth.
Like two ships passing each other in the dark foggy night .
From a distant you can hear the horns blaring.
A gambler throws his dice one last time upon the green table,
" snake eyes"! the crowd cries out.
Chances are fleeting moments pressed upon the pages of our fated story.
But love is forever, if it is truly ever found.
Sincerely DEN aka strangelove
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
You know what its about.
L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
A luxury's being close to you
When I know it just can't be true
Falling deeply in love again
Is welcoming another pain.
Creating sweet dreams and illusions
That will turn to bitter delusions
It's a decision to waste a life
Letting a heart break by a knife.
Dancing solo in the raindrops
Can't hide sadness, sincere teardrops
But the sun comes, bringing hope and cheers
And light shines through, melting sighs and fears.
When I know it just can't be true
Falling deeply in love again
Is welcoming another pain.
Creating sweet dreams and illusions
That will turn to bitter delusions
It's a decision to waste a life
Letting a heart break by a knife.
Dancing solo in the raindrops
Can't hide sadness, sincere teardrops
But the sun comes, bringing hope and cheers
And light shines through, melting sighs and fears.
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
Simple love lines, the folly of falling in love.A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
It’s on it’s way headed directly this way
Actually it should have arrived yesterday
I can sense the aromatic aroma of aristocracy
And the smell of smugness which demands its arrival
With all the senselessness of salacious survival
It has no pungent nor odorous taste other than sour
And from a plush pulpit does it demand undiluted power
Whenever it shows up I am helpless against such a stern and tightly clenched fist
As I am held hostage in a mill and I am its grist
It doesn’t ask for a task to be done with a grin but rather clutches a riding crop
As I do its bidding sweat drop to tear drop
It arrives often and usually at night
When the marauding moon crosses the threshold of the sun
It bears no weapons for war upon
And all there is for us is to wait until its gone
As I fear too greatly to take up and readily run
But quiver in a corner fearing for everyone
Yet it sneaks in and declares its supremacy supreme
as i advise all whom i see that we are all going to scream
For it knows the secret that they need no weapons to kill
And as I said, all I am is more grist for the mill
In the middle of a cloud and sleeping on a dream
Scream!
That’s all I can do
And submit and be subservient to the sinfulness akin to every born again sinner
While each and every time it is determined the winner
I……….slave to a maudlin and murdering master
Warn I today, for everyone, of disaster
That is all I have to say
And I swear now, at this crucial hour, wickedness is on its way
© 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
It bears no weapons forward upon
It’s on it’s way headed directly this way
Actually it should have arrived yesterday
I can sense the aromatic aroma of aristocracy
And the smell of smugness which demands its arrival
With all the senselessness of salacious survival
It has no pungent nor odorous taste other than sour
And from a plush pulpit does it demand undiluted power
Whenever it shows up I am helpless against such a stern and tightly clenched fist
As I am held hostage in a mill and I am its grist
It doesn’t ask for a task to be done with a grin but rather clutches a riding crop
As I do its bidding sweat drop to tear drop
It arrives often and usually at night
When the marauding moon crosses the threshold of the sun
It bears no weapons for war upon
And all there is for us is to wait until its gone
As I fear too greatly to take up and readily run
But quiver in a corner fearing for everyone
Yet it sneaks in and declares its supremacy supreme
as i advise all whom i see that we are all going to scream
For it knows the secret that they need no weapons to kill
And as I said, all I am is more grist for the mill
In the middle of a cloud and sleeping on a dream
Scream!
That’s all I can do
And submit and be subservient to the sinfulness akin to every born again sinner
While each and every time it is determined the winner
I……….slave to a maudlin and murdering master
Warn I today, for everyone, of disaster
That is all I have to say
And I swear now, at this crucial hour, wickedness is on its way
© 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
It bears no weapons forward upon
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
i don't have the energy anymore to click my heelsso i weep for the innocents dead
instead
all dreams are gone
They took off in the wind.
Just like all the songs no one finished.
Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.
Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.
I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.
I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.
There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.
Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.
I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more
Just like all the songs no one finished.
Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.
Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.
I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.
I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.
There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.
Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.
I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Silence Molds the Clouds All day
Silent shadows
running thru the fields,
Silence molds the clouds
all-day
Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake
Yet
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks
oh Lord
how it breaks
in the most tender way.
Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru
the gate
Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my heart
away.
running thru the fields,
Silence molds the clouds
all-day
Silent moonlight
bounces thru the trees,
Silence two-steps across
the lake
Yet
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks
oh Lord
how it breaks
in the most tender way.
Silent snowflake
falling like a ghost
Silence swings low thru
the gate
Silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence gives my heart
away.
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia -Julia,
sleeping sand,
silent cloud,
Touch me,
So I sing a song of love,
Julia
veretable soup
DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expedient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck abound
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could make it to one and bring with themten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food ©2011...~free cee!~
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expedient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck abound
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could make it to one and bring with themten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food ©2011...~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
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