| | 8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First LinePage 109 of 134 (94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134) | rooted firmly on earth, just loving this place
the memories we share shall never be erased
still day dreaming of the day we all get to dance
under the stars as we get lost in a trance
sometimes as friends we forget how to say
just how special friends are from day to day
so let me say this before we depart
theres always a place for you inside my heart... | |
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Posted: 8/2/2012 1:07:26 AM | theres always a place for you inside my heart
bittersweet this human journey
as each comes close then spins away
alone from birth to gurney
I hear your song so familiar
as time softens its lullaby
this mix of pleasure and pain remains
useless the question of why | |
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Posted: 8/2/2012 2:04:53 AM | Useless the question of why
tears weep silently from the sky.
Never could answer nor know what is wrong
attempting to join up the threads of this song.
Thought adrift upon the stream
of conciousness, and yet are we...
Sadness is full of wonder
matters not, merely a ponder. | |
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Posted: 8/2/2012 8:58:38 AM | matters not, merely a ponder
sailing on the wild blue yonder
never know what we'll see today
pick and choose at brunch buffet
playing shuffle board on a pitching deck
more fun wearing roller skates, What The Heck
we could fly a kite if you brought some string
when I pack my bags always forget something | |
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Posted: 8/2/2012 10:40:23 AM | -When I pack my bags always forget something
-Breathe too late to soon changes.Whats trivial matters.Pay the fees get on your way.You had wasted existing enough or some other thing you are no one not even a thing.
-my head my heart lost,I have no home something always breaking failing losing Im at a loss.Can you come with
-With my grips in my grasp as I move down an up dance aside fighting back indiff.astride
-Clean the souls.a goodbye a sweet wish goodluck a proper kiss none grants me but a slap to the face &laughs at back
-as I push off the edge an into the abyss
-Im avoided like blood as I limp center &fold
-my treasures I still kept are gone to trash whats important is still not unpacked..life is like burning stale ash of winter
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Posted: 8/2/2012 8:46:00 PM | | burning stale ash of winter,upon my hearts once nectared vine,i draw you in like eyelet curtains,soon you recite my souls forgotten lines,with no need to rehearse,as the sunrise rests upon the lips of mornings sweet rebirth | |
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Posted: 8/3/2012 7:17:02 AM | -as the sunrise rests upon the lips of mornings sweet rebirth
-Chances are a gift as is rare the taking of away.No pain but a pleasant sound.Our Life imagines again.Our living creates again. Our existing again.&light &colours wrap around light&shade, shadows fade.Trees rustle from their bed of clouds tossing sky as each breath flies.&Gently& firmly pressing in our silent hearths like a butterfly softly flirt
-Our hearts that were gone, return without dirt of mirth
-as we begin to pick ourselves up from our lay singing a song to help us along an stay
-Summer yawns &begins our day dying throughout the way.No single path come what may
-Falling leaves scatter the ash as we try to lead &follow each
-Each moment on hold we feel it ache in our bone &soul
-ugliness yet acceptance yet fear strikes repeatedly can we be strong &weak in strange memory
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Posted: 8/3/2012 5:00:52 PM | the loss of dust we hold dear
panned gravel in waters clear
gold flour glistens against black sand
swirl sifted gently by gravity's hand
seperated like chaffe in the wind
stone ground whole grains to blend
mixed with eggs and sugar to bake
oatmeal cookies and carrot cake | |
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Posted: 8/3/2012 5:08:09 PM | Oatmeal cookies and carrot cake
things I really love to make.
Shephards pie and rhubarb crumble
drop them on floor and they do tumble.
Squished underfoot and slipped on too
cleaning for ages
what a to do.
Clumsy here but seriously... I like and enjoy cooking I do. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2012 4:22:30 AM | i like and enjoy cooking i do
just wish a few more recipes i knew
and a cooker would be so helpful too
but my mini kitchen i am used to....
moved to where the kitchen was beautiful
granite counters and stainless too
but the cost of the rent was beyond my means
getting desperately poor while living as kings | |
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Posted: 8/4/2012 9:42:34 AM | -getting desperately poor while living as kings
-The Queen is gone but soaps live on.ohmeohmy tis a choice you alone bring on a board an knittin silly dryputty an sounds of plucked string
-dont lie you have power to reverse opposite effect dont counter you havenot time to stop polar mirrored effects for does sun have energy to raise a flower
-sleepin on a piece of foam so flimsy atop this slab of petrified wood an you the meat use to the chill not the heat who is your splintered dowager
-travellin land an water beatin back buggers with drinks an shrill laughter
-stop with smokes in your hand let off drug in your mind just open way to you
-a common leap in sense, knowledge an pretense what do we realize is gone next throw to a rose
-we may be poor but we can still be good people with life that we want even if just a feeling like a frog an its pond of turtles
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Posted: 8/5/2012 8:27:49 AM | A frog an its pont of turtles
Co habitating gently
As days drift by
Carefree and fancy free
Sometimes jumping hurdles
For the comfort
Of a secluded water lily
Resting comfortably | |
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Posted: 8/5/2012 11:07:11 AM | -Resting comfortably
-In shade an light so elopes.I am home before night casts its shadows an stays.I fade slow an am in warm sands touching air.We reassured safely there is no struggling in my lord and our world we cannot despair it does not exist thus compare not no sense of lost we are found an gained perfection at last to begin
-Hidden an appearing in my temple shell and once in a while when the moon turns bliss upon a turn of its beam am I coming out once in a spell like a drawn an worn kiss like a glow to a worm insist in catching an releasing you to hug every matter that originates or do we set free to forever have
-Like a cat arching to meet an greet time like an anteloupe nosing a melon an touch of past an future songs.One or more are drowsy an cheered by a sigh of spared deer the sight of new an old grass moves me nearly to fresh born tears an new memoirs not fears make me more ready to live an go
-sharing this view eating a closed flower an gliding in sweet clam water is a mix of falling Autumn Chinese clear honey an dew from a array of trees I see its leaving I am not worrying any..just content can we cherish this stilling an moving
-Pink coral an jade meadows peach settings an rising fellows may approach an stay
-All are friends so precious an few but many arrive all for the sake of he & you
-Awake an relaxed no stress not a single distress under no duress no sharp wounds or blunted stares
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Posted: 8/5/2012 12:10:14 PM | no sharp wounds or blunted stares
these days I am unaware
cut me down I do not care
slights and slices scar my body
stare at me with just distain
in your mind so not the same
as me so flawed certainly maimed
but you, so perfect and immortal | |
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Posted: 8/5/2012 4:59:13 PM | -but you, so perfect and immortal
-Heaven an Earth My Goddesses Our own Your Guardian restored you as you return to me whole an new as the old you turns diff. souls float
-as I called your name an I healed myself the same
-My perfect fragile statue my vulnerable essence we are not forever blessed but we can still stay home
-Take my hand as you ask me to speak to me what went as you wish to
-before Yin an Yang there was
Wu-Chi
-before the sphere came in half there were no divisions to be had at definition no misgivings
-no sense of wrong at hearing a hum no second doubts at a person's sigh
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:05:16 PM | no second doubts at a person's sigh
Be it she-it hitting fan or just a fly
In the ointment of enjoyment like a poke in the eye
Despair has no flair for perspective
Great big trouble like a bubble of gloom
If doubled ten times becomes a plume of doom
Then fountain becomes mountain like a spore to a shroom
Ahh the sigh Is quasi defective | |
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:18:59 PM | no sense of wrong at hearing a hum no second doubts at a person's sigh
having the sense of knowing they're thinking... boy, I have tried
you can see the despondence you can tell they despise
we've done all we can, we can no longer hide
power in patience thats a good word,
giving to others what they don't deserve
let gracious, loving and mercy rebound from me
as I too.... have recieved it from Thee | |
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:42:07 PM | -as I too....have received it from Thee Ah The sigh is quasi
-Twas you who hated Chi.We pricked my thumb an stolen my heart you took my beloved away from me an given far a chance to be covered by avalanche
-We know that songs have answers that we cannot see till late in the day we see what it means
-To a carved face in wood to piling of stones in woods
-Who do we welcome an say farewell till next time we meet undercast by what spell
-tossed you a plumb an you gave me a pie an we both wore our biths necks up held high choking to breathe as we buy
-To Thee my dearest persons my wills are not completed
-but I know what I want even as I change my mind
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:42:19 PM | As I too, have received it from Thee
the power and the glory to see
almighty
to save me from within
Within the bowels of hell
where demons dwell
I watched as they fell
and left me in peace, therein | |
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:51:30 PM | -and left me in peace, therein
-yet some time ago it was not so as it kept calm without its counter soul now we imagine we see ghosts an its fleets
-here I hear not no answers but sweet words nothing of you to remember on by
-an sooner or later it stops so I can just give a breath an it comes back
-dusty ol cranes asleep in marsh an fixated eyes behind glass glued to bottoms of stairs
-prying open innocent lambs jaws to sneak in secrets so efficient
-but only professionslas who have their papers can command us to wither or grow
-if peace is really anywhere is not a tomb then peace is an egg it has no enterance no exit no lock or hole
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Posted: 8/6/2012 1:51:57 PM | {but} I know what I want even as I change my mind
I know what I feel even as I change my heart
I know what I say even as I change my words
I know because I change yet stay who I am
I am a woman who has defined herself even though I still question
I am a person who has lived even though I still grow
I am a spirit who has shined even though I still struggle
I am who I am even though I am not quite yet | |
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Posted: 8/6/2012 2:04:44 PM | -I am who I am even though I am not quite yet
-A man is like a yam as the fly is like the sea.But like the tree of one being but each part is another an comes whole to become one being..this breathing soul is gone its leaves fallen yet not Autumn so what perished is it charity's cherished angelic notes
-Teachers have spoken of Wisdom past an now I wish we weren't last I wish we could go back to class tend to what fate was at
-wandering in homes I see what it was like but at my own I can not quite reach that peak nor get down
-we are in peril for each word lost an each word spoken is the cost
-but who we are, who we each are
-is worth salt an mud an water
-an you are who you are each moment in the glassy brook we cannot change that but we can be friends cant we sail the same ship
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Posted: 8/7/2012 6:45:45 AM | Other tossing the lines
I'll levee taxes and fines
Take a knee and call me King
Heavy crown and golden ring
Surrounded inside castle walls
Royalty lives in luxurious halls
Unaware of their grave mistake
No Bread; then let them eat cake | |
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