| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 158 of 192 (152, 153, 154, 155, 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 192) | our whole season we'll be wasting
if the beach we won't be tasting
frolicking in the water
when the tide is high
feeling the saltiness
sting when hits the eye....
wanting to go in
but the water is freezing
so sitting here by the side
watching the beauty of life
reflected in the ocean
reflected in the sky | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 6:37:58 AM | reflected in the sky
the lights of our ancestors
little lumen's to guide us
like the stars that shine
hear them in the wind
whistling through walkways
singing sweet songs
upon the memories of old | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 2:25:58 PM | upon the memories of old
handed down as myths told
as jestured spirits stimulate
with early words to simulate
hunters gathered in grotto caverns
drinking grog in ancient taverns | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 2:44:18 PM | drinking grog in ancient taverns
only smog was smoking patterns
from the fires burning long
and the weed in every bong
while sweet music played all night
till the dawn would start to light... | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 2:59:34 PM | till the dawn would start to light
full setting moon seen last night
sure sign of the high Spring tide
swift ebb and flow the fish ride
searching along sandy seashore
as mermaids play in Ocean's roar | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 4:06:03 PM | As mermaids play in ocean's roar
The sirens sweetly singing
I know I should be somewhere else
My ears just won't quit ringing
The urgency is very real
so I shant take too long
The heart can quash the mind so I
will wait for one more song | |
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Posted: 7/3/2012 4:45:00 PM | I will wait for one more song
though my heart is afraid
the tatters are guarded
as I sew them carefully
I have no thread to lend
my needle is no longer sharp
fragments remain fragile
as I place them in my chest
no longer on my sleeve
hidden from myself at times
while I try to remember
those carefree days of youth
seldom does the magic escape
long enough to share it
but I do crave those feelings
only time can return to me | |
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Posted: 7/4/2012 2:17:17 AM | Only time can return to me
The jewels I long let go
To buy a murky life
And what are jewels
But coloured stones to the hungry
Clothes for other, better fingers
They would catch the best
The sun could offer
Give it back in brilliance
Oh, for such exchange! But
Only time can return to me
The jewels I long let go | |
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Posted: 7/4/2012 3:08:11 AM | The jewels I long let go
shine in their own right, elsewhere
with empty pockets I continue
peeking under each leaf and rock
new treasures to find | |
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Posted: 7/4/2012 6:01:41 AM | new treasures to find
in each feeling from behind
the lashes of your eyes...
reflections that are wise
with occasional surprise
to hear your laughter | |
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Posted: 7/4/2012 7:16:34 AM | to hear your laughter
echoed in the aithér
as it tickles the wind
who calls you friend
sweeping the beach
or trying to teach
rocks without ears
can not hear cheers
yet the wind chime
still rings every time
makes it quiet clear
your presence is near | |
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Posted: 7/4/2012 1:54:54 PM | your presence is near
so I open a beer
I look to the rear
when I someting I hear
perks up my ear
was that a good cheer
oh my dear
its so good that your here | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 6:27:37 AM | it so good that you are here
I have missed seeing your face,
as life makes us all too busy
I realize its not the race,
we all get to that finish line
so I must relax and smile,
work will always wait for us
in one life long heaping pile,
stopping to simply enjoy this time
having one thing I wish to say,
your company is pleasure
and I love you more every day | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 7:33:00 AM | I love you more every day
That is what my tomcat seems to say
Afte a night of frolicking out and about
Comes home early in the morning
Mewoing loudly and it's so annoying!
So I get up, open the screen door
Why do I feel like the early morning whore?
He rubs himself against me
His way of telling he loves me
Yet, he smells like he's just been bathed
And he's been groomed by an other babe
I got me a two timing cat
Looks like we have an open relashionship
There he is staring expecting to be fed
While all I want to do is go back to bed
His stare tells me that he'll annoy me
Until I take out his food out of the pantry
He's a handsome fellow
He helps me feel mellow
Our relashionship is a work in progress
But for now it's all good, I must confess | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 9:36:26 AM | But for now it's all good, I must confess
Well, let's not mention ill acts of Congress
Seeing our stars and stripes waved above
Merchant puppets schilling packaged love
So skillfully wrapped to avoid detection
Words of the wise repeated in deception
Written and read on an electric etch&sketch
That ole hound dog smells but jest won't fetch | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 3:23:58 PM | that ole hound dog smells, but jest won't fetch
but i'm not gonna talk any more politics
when one never knows how others get their kicks
and poetry's not the place for such antics
since one can get caught up in semantics.... | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 7:07:22 PM | since one can get caught up in semantics
poet's mead is not just for Romantics
fairy tales of olde, tell of Silver Bells
growing in rows with Couckle Shells
Yet your words are wise sound advice
So I'll ask my monkey if he'll be nice | |
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Posted: 7/5/2012 9:03:10 PM | So I'll ask my monkey if he'll be nice
to my my brother my sister my kids and my wife
Otherwise the sacrifice will be his life
but leaving the choice up to him at best is a role of the dice. | |
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Bezoa
| | Joined: 7/2/2012
Msg: 3944 | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 1:54:02 AM | Leaving the choice up to him at best is a role of the dice
I mean sure, he's apparently all knowing, very able, and very nice
And yet one does have to fend for their own
After all, if he is a part of me
How can I deny to my self
The power to exercise my own light | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 4:20:47 AM | the power to exercise my own light
is the same power i see in all with delight
for you are not really so different from me
breaking the illusion of a separate energy
breaking the illusion of a different reality
when all is inter-connected permanently
with everyone else and all that we see
and even those things beyond duality | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 6:09:20 AM | and even those things beyond duality
perhaps Plato's philoSophy of plurality
have you seen his two winged horses
pulling my empty chariot off courses
that big mudder Clydesdale I call Tarzan
acts like an ape & thinks he's the man
or maybe Monk the one who flies
like a boomerang when he tries
always looking for a roll in the hay
never listenin to what I say
so I hit'em with my long stick
learned how hard they can kick
sittin here all sore on the ground
best get carrots next time around | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 6:23:05 AM | best get carrots next time around
and start eating healthy,
working out is a great resource
to make my body wealthy,
at least I'll be in really good shape
to match along with my head,
hard as it is to survive in this world
I'll be working until Im dead | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 6:48:22 AM | I'll be working until Im dead
Trying to get her in this bed
Busy beavers never seem to rest
Always cleaning my messy nest
Washing windows and the floor
Just dream'n of the girl next door
Make'n reservations for dinner
Seems my wallet jest gets thinner | |
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Posted: 7/6/2012 7:55:53 AM | seems my wallet jest(just?) got thinner
I pay for my friends my kin my foes even for tea just out to dinner
even to strangers but I pay only for me but I stay though
I wish to go and stay at another With such tremors bring me ill
I wish to not regret and not think at least not think strategically at first beforehand
but like windowshopping we must mind and mind not
But even adults can be fun
look theres a steal
I see each detailed flaw
we search for more but you only take so much time
I try. I can share as well
maybe we are not fitted
where ever is a simple merchant
there are fights there is bad blood then a moment of peace & sound advice
all whom I hate & love apart & at sight whether invited or no
Even as I had less
if I could work I can stop some existing negatives
I cannot determine true if I wanted to discover that is
if its fine you saying what I want
They say they pay they offer it twice
I am glad they do..but its slowly going
but I grew up and saw how the ways work
I end it thrice but hope that they'll see not even labour is free of sin
I do want them to pay & pay gladly
even if a help on the change or by kind words
I don't want to be owed persay nor owe
Just give me my happiness and then lets go
tis like the lending & borrowing
to a Devils greed who laughs & treats
My decree is to get a degree
no matter how long, and to do by myself
to avoid a life period of lesser aches & nowhere strokes
but I cannot
I'm just a horse eating the hay
still looking healthy but
who knows what they see
Even I see potential
But we all can't live
Our appearances lie
tomorrow you may be blessed with two twin straight scars
did love scratch
Let it all heal, forever
No more hurt
and curse the bracelet which is nice
but is beauty worth the impression
it may be old its tarnished
I fret alone & to others
we all want to be private an we enjoy being alone..I think
an have company the same
Be it to the world who sees no remarkable knowledge
even if we time travelled
to save the rich
Is that know how remarkable
Don't you believ, that a remark can be
the last penny
Save the pennies
we are gaining matters of worse shocks
Just turn on the radio
then tune out your turmoil
brief it is & just as much
it all comes back
But if we can agree..what would we be
our world a pour of strengths
like a hot blu bowl of chinese porridge
we spend to gain we save to earn
we may be to hesitant
But if we cant afford
who would be willing
to trade to barter to haggle
to compromise..to be easy
Fair equity..we don't know where any of us is going
we receive good news yet we must face the dark
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&Etcs ToBCont | |
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Bezoa
| | Joined: 7/2/2012
Msg: 3950 | |
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Posted: 7/7/2012 12:31:19 AM | We receive good news yet we must face the dark
And yet we stay hopeful that one day
One mind
With the face of poker to be kind
With a heart of gold to never lead astray
Oh how we wish for a goodness in serenity
To never again feel that anxiety
Of having been something we dislike
And yes, we know
We know that noon is perfect
But the thing of it is
That noon isn't always high enough
That noon as often been only the beginning
Put a smile on your face
Let the chips fall where they may
Put a smile on your face
For after all
The darkness is here to stay
And then, well
Neutrality as it's way
Rolling and rolling
Giving and taking
I can not keep it all inside
Perhaps to say it all in strides
**** it!
Noon is perfect
With the rolling and rolling of the ball
And no one deserves it all... | |
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