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Trapped in haite
Under ground i lay,buried traped all around decay
bodies motionless,the dead the dying the living
trapped we are motionless,help us trapped we are
cant anyone hear us
Exhusted are bodies cry out with hunger thirst trapped we are
wanting to be into the light we cry out for are freedom help us cure are thirst and hunger
Are cries of help not heard trapped we are
the day began as normal then the earth shock are bodies shock
buildings falling on top of us help help trapped in these small dark hollows in the ground buried to my waist in this tiny space
cant move my arms legs my bones racked with pain broken trapped am i in this tiny space freedom calls but am ignored help help free me form this space
bodies motionless,the dead the dying the living
trapped we are motionless,help us trapped we are
cant anyone hear us
Exhusted are bodies cry out with hunger thirst trapped we are
wanting to be into the light we cry out for are freedom help us cure are thirst and hunger
Are cries of help not heard trapped we are
the day began as normal then the earth shock are bodies shock
buildings falling on top of us help help trapped in these small dark hollows in the ground buried to my waist in this tiny space
cant move my arms legs my bones racked with pain broken trapped am i in this tiny space freedom calls but am ignored help help free me form this space
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
what it must be like to be trapped
Ode to a Friend
Here's to friends, both near and far,
Who brighten up our days,
With help and kindness bringing cheer,
In oh, so many ways.
Without these ones we hold so dear,
Life wouldn't be worth living.
With gentle grace they lift us with,
The sharing and the giving.
Where others seek to tear apart,
Life's fragile, frail existence.
Our friends repair the angry wounds,
With steady calm insistence.
It takes a special person to,
Stand by through thick and thin.
When things go badly they console,
And cheer us when we win.
So here's to you, my trusty friend,
And you know who you are.
In deepest, dark of blackest night,
You are a shining star!
Who brighten up our days,
With help and kindness bringing cheer,
In oh, so many ways.
Without these ones we hold so dear,
Life wouldn't be worth living.
With gentle grace they lift us with,
The sharing and the giving.
Where others seek to tear apart,
Life's fragile, frail existence.
Our friends repair the angry wounds,
With steady calm insistence.
It takes a special person to,
Stand by through thick and thin.
When things go badly they console,
And cheer us when we win.
So here's to you, my trusty friend,
And you know who you are.
In deepest, dark of blackest night,
You are a shining star!
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Though written with one in mind, actually applicable to many...LOVE
LOVE IS LIKE BOMBS DROPPED ON HIROSHIMA!!!! LOVE IS HARD TO FIND!!!! LOVE IS KIND!!!! LOVE IS LIKE THE MOST PRECIOUS GEM YOU CAN FIND!!!! LOVE IS LIKE THIN ICE!!!! LOVE IS SPECIAL IN EVERY WAY!!!! IT IS GOOD TO LOVE AND KNOW YOUR' BEING LOVED IN RETURN!!!! LOVE CONQUERS ALL!!!!
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this at 17 years of age when ADULTS always said to us at that age that we don't know what love is. lol Funny thing is I was single when I wrote it
Tarzan and Jane
I don't want a man that I can live with
I want a man that I cannot live without
I don't want a woman that I can live with
I want a woman that I cannot live without
Thus the legend of Tarzan and Jane is created
I want to be a free spirit
We don't have a lot of money
All we need is love
Free as we'll ever be
The elephants chimpanzees and eagles are expanding their horizons
Tarzan and Jane the free spirits are swinging from the trees
this is an interesting way of life
Natural beauty at its best
I want a man that I cannot live without
I don't want a woman that I can live with
I want a woman that I cannot live without
Thus the legend of Tarzan and Jane is created
I want to be a free spirit
We don't have a lot of money
All we need is love
Free as we'll ever be
The elephants chimpanzees and eagles are expanding their horizons
Tarzan and Jane the free spirits are swinging from the trees
this is an interesting way of life
Natural beauty at its best
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
the record was recorded a while backthe words are always important
freedom from the politics and hustle and bustle
rumble in the jungle
Tarzan and Jane
Beautiful Doris Day
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
The incomparable blonde beauty Doris Day
Such an elegant mannerism sophisticated way
She spoke softly sensitively touching your heart
It would happen whatever from beginning to start
The silver screen was designed for her
All walks of life sister parents and brother
A pleasure to watch her kindness ways
Looking back to all of this I am in a daze
For Doris Day touched my heart always
Onward Christian soldier for many days
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
The incomparable blonde beauty Doris Day
Such an elegant mannerism sophisticated way
She spoke softly sensitively touching your heart
It would happen whatever from beginning to start
The silver screen was designed for her
All walks of life sister parents and brother
A pleasure to watch her kindness ways
Looking back to all of this I am in a daze
For Doris Day touched my heart always
Onward Christian soldier for many days
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera sera
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I love Doris Day'She projected the girl next door image
A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman
Que sera sera
Blessings and Love to all
The Man In The...
The man in the...always wears his cruel frown
The man in the...is always dragging his feet upon the ground
The man in the...has a dull dank smell on his hide
The man in the...years ago had lost his one pride
I saw him...he saw me.
I saw him...I felt weak in the knees
I saw him...and shuddered in fear
I saw him...and shed a few tears
He saw me...and nodded with glee
He saw me...and had eyes that weren`t free
He saw me...and took my hand purposefully
The man in the...always smiles with love
The man in the...now lives up above
The man in the...looks down on me from time to time
The man in the...was gone in his prime
I didn`t see him...and I missed him
I didn`t see him...and I was sorry
The man in the...Nothing.
The man in the...is always dragging his feet upon the ground
The man in the...has a dull dank smell on his hide
The man in the...years ago had lost his one pride
I saw him...he saw me.
I saw him...I felt weak in the knees
I saw him...and shuddered in fear
I saw him...and shed a few tears
He saw me...and nodded with glee
He saw me...and had eyes that weren`t free
He saw me...and took my hand purposefully
The man in the...always smiles with love
The man in the...now lives up above
The man in the...looks down on me from time to time
The man in the...was gone in his prime
I didn`t see him...and I missed him
I didn`t see him...and I was sorry
The man in the...Nothing.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Written 8-22-00. This was a very inspirational piece from different ideas put together. The man signifies maybe a father who had lost a son in a war, a man who`d lost the love of his life, the homeless man who was down on his luck, so many different men could`ve been this man, but even if he`s hurting, don`t be afraid to lend a hand, and give some comfort so he can die with some peace.Portsalon
Sky's lilac edge met turquoise sea
where softened mists of splendour fled
to draw raw eyes from stoney-pitched
Knockalla's curves, to fanad Head.
The wounded spirit, shipwrecked, lost
to all but overflowing pain
and succor, found this blessed coast
and sought to find a home again.
Wild birds screeched out their joy
in updraft ecstacy
As hot air's forced momentum
made them soar.
They stopped my breath as
mother nature took me
on my long awaited journey to her door.
The whoosh and slap, the hiss and lash
of rocks, sea-licked and loved, undressed
by ocean, soft as liquid silk,
waves dancing round as they caressed
Soft nestled dunes with shadowed cleft,
enmeshed like breasts all proudly thrust
and mated with the bearded bent's
raw shifting greenery of trust.
While birds screeched out their
joy in updraft ecstacy,
as hot air's forced momentum
swept them free,
Then I screamed too, as
mother nature held me
in her many clustered bosoms
by the sea.....
where softened mists of splendour fled
to draw raw eyes from stoney-pitched
Knockalla's curves, to fanad Head.
The wounded spirit, shipwrecked, lost
to all but overflowing pain
and succor, found this blessed coast
and sought to find a home again.
Wild birds screeched out their joy
in updraft ecstacy
As hot air's forced momentum
made them soar.
They stopped my breath as
mother nature took me
on my long awaited journey to her door.
The whoosh and slap, the hiss and lash
of rocks, sea-licked and loved, undressed
by ocean, soft as liquid silk,
waves dancing round as they caressed
Soft nestled dunes with shadowed cleft,
enmeshed like breasts all proudly thrust
and mated with the bearded bent's
raw shifting greenery of trust.
While birds screeched out their
joy in updraft ecstacy,
as hot air's forced momentum
swept them free,
Then I screamed too, as
mother nature held me
in her many clustered bosoms
by the sea.....
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
This piece is about the first time I revisited a place called Portsalon. It is a place on the coast, with spectacular views, that I have always gone to visit, when life got to me.My Mom
She grew up in depression days,
But never was depressed.
Her mom was just fifteen when she,
Was with a daughter blessed.
Her father was a careless sort,
Who merely walked away.
They grew up then together through,
Those harsh and trying days.
A singer with a big band while,
The war raged 'cross the sea.
Then married an enlisted man,
With Allied victory.
He was a mean, obnoxious drunk,
She loved him anyway,
So did her best to make a home,
And keep the beast at bay.
Five foot two with eyes of blue,
Described her to a tee.
Small pckages contain big things,
She'd love enough for three.
No fainting violet was she,
A scrapper through and through.
And fire shot out from those eyes,
If she was mad at you.
But mostly she was patient and,
A gentle, loving soul,
Who taught us well and raised us right,
And kept the family whole.
She's been gone 'most twenty years,
When cancer dropped its bomb.
But I still hold her deep inside,
She'll always be my Mom.
But never was depressed.
Her mom was just fifteen when she,
Was with a daughter blessed.
Her father was a careless sort,
Who merely walked away.
They grew up then together through,
Those harsh and trying days.
A singer with a big band while,
The war raged 'cross the sea.
Then married an enlisted man,
With Allied victory.
He was a mean, obnoxious drunk,
She loved him anyway,
So did her best to make a home,
And keep the beast at bay.
Five foot two with eyes of blue,
Described her to a tee.
Small pckages contain big things,
She'd love enough for three.
No fainting violet was she,
A scrapper through and through.
And fire shot out from those eyes,
If she was mad at you.
But mostly she was patient and,
A gentle, loving soul,
Who taught us well and raised us right,
And kept the family whole.
She's been gone 'most twenty years,
When cancer dropped its bomb.
But I still hold her deep inside,
She'll always be my Mom.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Took this long to get to the point where I could write this.She Sails In Beauty
She sails in beauty 'cross the seas,
Her flags so oft' misread.
At times a jib just barely furled,
At others all sheets spread.
She may hoist Jolly Rogers when,
The winds turn cold and bite.
Or fly a flag of peace and love,
When blossoms scent the night.
Though tempests howl and split the seas,
She rides upon the crests.
Crashing through in jagged troughs,
As she pursues her quest.
And when the harbor's loving arms,
Reach out at voyage end,
She sails serenly to her berth,
Horizon's only friend.
She plies the reefs in search of prey,
As nets, her limpid eyes.
No heart is safe among the stars,
When Luna stalks the skies.
Her flags so oft' misread.
At times a jib just barely furled,
At others all sheets spread.
She may hoist Jolly Rogers when,
The winds turn cold and bite.
Or fly a flag of peace and love,
When blossoms scent the night.
Though tempests howl and split the seas,
She rides upon the crests.
Crashing through in jagged troughs,
As she pursues her quest.
And when the harbor's loving arms,
Reach out at voyage end,
She sails serenly to her berth,
Horizon's only friend.
She plies the reefs in search of prey,
As nets, her limpid eyes.
No heart is safe among the stars,
When Luna stalks the skies.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Just had to write one from my lunacy.Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
To Lanagan
The house sits mid the greenery,
Protecting from the heat.
A garden growing in the yard,
Fresh veggies soon to eat.
Thie sleepy little town is just,
A wide spot in the street.
Five hundred souls or maybe less,
Dwell in this quiet retreat.
Indian Creek across the road,
Runs pure and clear and sweet,
And flows on through the valley floor,
Elk River for to meet.
The bluffs so high and beautiful,
Climb up the valley walls.
Carved out over centruies as,
The river floods and falls.
There's caves just right for crawling through,
And forests deep and tall.
The people here are friendly too,
They'll smile and wave at y'all.
I came here to escape the life,
That had me in its thrall.
But now I've found I love this place,
May never leave at all.
Protecting from the heat.
A garden growing in the yard,
Fresh veggies soon to eat.
Thie sleepy little town is just,
A wide spot in the street.
Five hundred souls or maybe less,
Dwell in this quiet retreat.
Indian Creek across the road,
Runs pure and clear and sweet,
And flows on through the valley floor,
Elk River for to meet.
The bluffs so high and beautiful,
Climb up the valley walls.
Carved out over centruies as,
The river floods and falls.
There's caves just right for crawling through,
And forests deep and tall.
The people here are friendly too,
They'll smile and wave at y'all.
I came here to escape the life,
That had me in its thrall.
But now I've found I love this place,
May never leave at all.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
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