ross_73 Poetry (6)

Love is hard love i find love is the beauty of your mind! Love is special love has strength love u dont find under a kitchen sink? love takes practice love is two love is like the color blue!love keeps smiles on your face , love will make your heart race! love is the ability to be strong love will keep you moving on?love is young love is old love is like a heart of gold! love is solid love so strong , two to keep it burning hot with out love theres a broken heart!love will conquer love will prevail. love is stronger than e_mail with out our fathers guidance and strength love is like a mixed drink , a little sweet a little sour but words of wisdom will make the hour? love is the best of both worlds without love our world would tumble so be sure your heart is humble.. tell someone you love them

I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do what it takes to give great satisfaction, but that isn't have the fraction, with to many chief;s and not enough indian's this place can be crazy not to mention! go stock frozen, do a carry -out, push in some cart's that's what its about, retail! retail! make that dollar, but do it nice we need not to hollar! everyone together we need team work, but that never happen's it's just get to work, with weiry legs and slow moving people, there driving me crazy these strange people, everyone wants money especially the top, so let's stay in our departments and get to the stock, with no product on the floor we cannot make sales, and the dc need's to stock up their shelves so we can get freight to improve our sales, come on folks we know what to do a little less panic we can improve, so lace up your boot's put a smile on your face because yes this is the wal- mart way

As i sit here and write, and think of the nite, i dream of of a thought, such a beautiful sight,with a walk so soft and skin like rose petal's and a warm touching heart that can make my stomach settle, with dreamy eyes and long black hair, i awake myself from a deep in love stare, i awake on a beach ,somewere in mexico, were i do not know, with white powdry beaches and ice cold beer, i know that my senorita is somewere near,so i clear my grin and start a new search, as i write me a poem and have some dessert,Is this what they call love, or just a pipe dream ,somewere my heart is left between, searching through life for that someone out there, i hope she will love me for the person i am .

september 11th, would be a day of work, a day of heat leaving your home in the suburbs, a day of finance, a day of trade, a day of business in the n,y. stock exchange, a day of happiness a day of pride until 5;45 am a plane collides, twin tower's a tower of fire a tower of fear, america's hit it's a terrorist scare, people are running people are yelling people in fear as the tower's are falling, just minutes later another plane grounded, american's crying on the fence that suround's it, the pentagon's been hit cracked to the ground as the fires burn hot on this horrible meltdown.the president in florida giving a speech to recieve a phone call of panic in n.y. streets this is true americas been hit check air force one this is no trick, the president got on his plane headed for nebraska america what a disaster shut down all dams airports and bridges americas safety is are only success

a true fisherman is a decent lad, one who can fish across the land... for any size fish and pole in hand..from early morning to late at night,hoping to get a atroscious fight. whether it be a catfish or trout... god bless it to be a nice wall mount..fishing the warmth or fishing the cold... fishing in knee deep snow, i grab my rod for a challenging fight and look for my lantern, to verify the sight is it my dinner for the next nite's fare or is it my lantern's horrible glare, .... i reel in my pole to find my soul just a little old bass with a big black mole, thats not a bass a young lad said thats my dad's old fish fred we were using him for bait we found him dead, i fished and fished until my heart content, to realize that this is what fishing meant, a way to a fisherman's heart is through his fly this i must tell you is no lye

the terrorist are loose and on the run,the question in general what country's the one,some say lebanon ,iran, or iraq, but the truth comes from a small country called afganistan, a group of terrorist call themselves the taliban, with a leader osama bin laden not even a man,new york's hero's fire fighter's on hand with america helping from across the land, america will take control of the taliban, america proud, america strong, america has troops in osama's back yard america hates terrorism , america will defeat america is people, power and unity, america will bring terrorism to it's knees, osama bin laden come out and pray allah's not happy for what you did to us this day. oh statue of liberty our lady of freedom shine your torch! brite! as we pray for our nation.