Author: Unknown
A wind-mill,no motion lost Ships sail,to empty docks. Mice that run,but not up clocks. , Ladies to harbour with lost desires Lows,no highs burned in midnight fires And broken men in crooked spires. . Strangers dance,in beggars shoes Black ravens sing,Of white dove blues Poor men fight,women to lose, . Loves before,with pains no less Burdens are washed,laid to rest, Heavens are bleak,for souls un-rest...!
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Posted: Sep 2009
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This is my early morning thought,, Hope you enjoy, Its early morning and we all say whats there, I read lots of the members writting, a community for all,,..1111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!Thank-you
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In the moonlight she enters the mersey
Her big bowwave and propellers silently turning
there three little tugs pulling as she pushes forward into the narrowing river banks
majesticly she enters are QUE2 QUEEN
Smoke rising from her ships funnels she slowly glides to her destination
her enginies now fall silent all white livery shining so bright in the moonlite sky the queens at rest motionless anchors deep silent not moving her lights glitter bright music playing on her pomanade deck
what a majestic sight she looks floating motionlesss on the mersey people from far and wide coming to visit wondering whats inside
luxury and pleasure, food fit for kings and queens algatherd inside
entertaining she does best oh what joy the life at see thats what she shows best
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Posted: Sep 2009
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viewing of the que2 at liverpool on the mersey
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Author: Unknown
what heart hath she that taketh me
'twixt here and her will never be
but her heart i heareth in the night
and i may never know why this feels so right
what soul hath she to save mine now
i cannot smile but she's teaching me how
how to trust, to touch but most of all to feel
feel whatever 'tis in thy heart a heart that she may heal
but teacher she's so far away and a mystery to me
then again she knew about my cerulean blue eyes to see
but see her never will i in how ever many passing years
but i'll always be grateful for stemming the tide from my cerulean blue eyes
so taketh from me everything i own
torture me in body and bone
the only way i ever connected to her was whenever we wrote
so Lord, when you plan to end a friend at least spare me one last note
WHY? WHAT IS THIS? IS IT SO CLOSE TO BE SO FAR?
DON'T KNOW IF U KNEW THIS OR IF I ALREADY TOLD YOU BUT IT BEARS
REPEATING....U R NICE AND I LIKE U SO THANK U FOR BEING
YOU
~ME!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
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AKIN TO THE BIBLE I DIDN'T WRITE THIS...SHE DID AS SHE WHIPERED A BREEZE IN MY EAR,
AND SO I JUST JOTTED DOWN WHAT HER SOUL DICTATED FOR ME TO HEAR
AND SHE BETTER BE REAL
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One phrase Poem
(C) By Owner ( that 's me ;-) )
Better an empty wallet than broken guitar strings
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Posted: Jan 2018
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it is allways a phrase I use when I am feeling not quit fine ...it boosts up my moral
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