| So ya wanna be a poet? shirts are optional in here lol :D
Posted: 9/20/2005 2:33:11 PM | this kinda overflowed from the other thread
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Aged to Adore
21 September 2005
Why are all the nice girls
aged Forty Four
As if this guy at Forty Five
was in a closeness to adore
Could some please be Thirty Two
even if I love a woman born
in the year of Nineteen Sixty Three
Because of her I really do like
in a designation of her and me
In exchanges a world or so away
Those highlights in message
from this poet to woman in words
composed to what they do say
A lonely heart - a man of the moon
Since from my outlook I really do
need a camera with a strong zoom
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet? shirts are optional in here lol :D
Posted: 9/20/2005 11:18:23 PM | work? id rather lick an iron,
well this job anyway,
i want to be something different
in a james bond kind of way
id use my gun to catch bad guys
and offer glib remarks
use strange gadgets on keyholes
and run through streets and parks
the criminals would catch me
and tell me secret plans
i would burn the ropes with lasers
and grab the nearest girl
and plant c4 on the nearest vat of unstable chemicals,without thinking what would happen to the environment if exploded,of course it would all be covered up by the 'government' and i would recieve no credit whatsoever for my actions.I would wake up during the night sweating ,having just seen the last mans eyes staring up at me who id dispatched at close range with his own weapon, and resist the urge to scratch down below as the last eurochick i ended up with in a mastermind evil genius's escape pod had some sort of sexual disease.
Actually my job isnt that bad after all! | |
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| Essay writing 101
Posted: 9/20/2005 11:30:39 PM | Ted is 7-yr old and he's very bad in essay writing.
one day the teacher
asked the class to write a 500-word essay based on
any little animal they like. Ted thought real hard
and finally he started his essay:
titled: my lost cat
one day i lost my kitty, i went out to the street
and started calling:
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kitty kitty..." but she never comes back, that's
how i lost my cat. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 9/21/2005 3:15:58 AM | (Washroom stall)
Here I sit all broken hearted, to take a Sh*t but only farted..... Ya... I'm a poet and don't know it  | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 9/21/2005 3:19:02 AM | If your not Dutch your not much...... oh wait...I'm German, sorry.  | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 9/21/2005 4:08:52 AM |
Here I sit all broken hearted, to take a Sh*t but only farted
Next time I will take a chance
Save my dime and sh*t my pants | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 9/21/2005 5:24:11 AM | Here I sit,
Same as ever
Took a dump
And pulled the lever,
The toilet cloged,
The water flowed,
Look out world it's a mother load
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 9/21/2005 8:13:26 AM | I love myself
I think I'm grand
I go to the movies
and hold my hand
I put my arm
around my waist
and when I get fresh
I slap my face
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Posted: 9/21/2005 9:11:08 AM | Poet eloquent write as always....eveyone else OMG LMAO! Too funny guys:)Hope to see you all back soon!I know its mine but I havta say geat thread LOL and its all because of you guys..mwah!have a great day,Kat   | |
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Posted: 9/21/2005 11:45:02 PM | Ali....Lol When I said I ,I didnt mean I as in me...lol nevermind.....just  carribean....I love you man This thread is highly entertaining and uber hilarious lately...keep em comion kids...Mwah!Kat | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 10:06:52 PM | Soul mates = Terror Squared
"Her beauty was terrible to me"
At times I've read or heard
Never truly comprehending
The meaning of those words
It made no sense, how could that be?
I've searched since time began
For answers deep and esoteric
From the solutions I've always ran
Out of fear I did not understand
My soul she's freed, at last I can
In the deepest, darkest corner of our hearts
The walls we built now blown apart
All our lives those barriers stood
Neither believed anyone ever could, or would
Shine so bright on that secret, hidden heart
With your coming a tempest rose
Delicate and powerful, covered in thorns
A flower of beauty only soul mates know
Trust, faith, communication, and love
Give it those and watch it grow
Thorns at times may scratch
We can heal with great dispatch
Never cutting deep, just a small sting
For to the table we both bring
Kindness, maturity, and understanding
Why is her beauty terrifying to me?
Simply because I love her so deeply
In her hands she holds my heart
As I hold hers, and with a fall
Too easily, they could be torn apart
So I'll catch her as she will me
When we stumble so as not to fall
Before too long, my sweet little one
This scary journey we've now begun
Will be over, hearts resting, one-on-one
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Posted: 9/24/2005 12:17:40 AM |  awesome job Ali:)have a great day kids and keep the new writes coming:)Big hugs,Kat  | |
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| new a poem for my daughter:)
Posted: 9/24/2005 12:52:35 AM | The soft light of morning
You wear like ribbons in your hair
My love is always with you
Even when Im not there
As your getting on the bus
In the morning time for school
take care of my heart
Like a rare and precious jewel
My love ,my love is always with you
When youre riding your bike
And accidentally skin your knee
Through your tear stung eyes
I hope my little angel you can see
My love will never leave you
And as the seasons change
Like the turning of a page
And slowly through the years
We add numbers to our age
My love will never leave you.....
Theres something betwen a daughter
And the way a mother loves
theres sanctitiy and purity
Like the heavenly realms above
My dearest darling angel
My sweetest one I love
My love is always with you
My Lindsay sent from up above
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Posted: 9/24/2005 12:58:03 AM | my first year in Seattle
its gone cold quick
broke some unnamed law when I got here
its like showing up at a party , the house is white from top to ceiling
and for some unfortunate reason
not of my intention but, of my manifestation
I spilled wine everywhere and ashed my cigarette on the carpet
asked to leave, without hesitation, it was explained
oh yes ! yes of course your allowed to have a good time
but only if it’s agreed
namely be acceptable to others and never ever…
can you hold on …I got a call
I have to take this
go sort your self out…
as you received me so I leave you
the fall in Seattle its starting to rain | |
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| wanted / place to post ...and ya found it yay woot :)
Posted: 9/24/2005 10:36:51 AM | | Excellent write ^^^If you need a place to post youre more than welcome here anytime or in my other thread "everyone else is doin it I want a thread too LOL"That goes for all of yall:D Have a great day...Kat....aka fellfromheaven/ooh pie:) | |
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| wanted / place to post ..thank ya thanka kindly
Posted: 9/24/2005 12:16:28 PM | Heroes
The first meant well enough but had lost all manners when his mother died
he chased her ghost into old age
another shined with the brilliance of the eternity but, could not hold down a job to save a life
one son found that searching, finding, and being god
really isn’t that big a deal
another child placed his feet firmly in the ground
although unable to catch the stars himself, he gets the joke
this one is life out of lava and brought common sense to the common
his lesson is as sharp as glass
one guy I never meet gave me his map
to do him well, I have to kill him
your laughing if you understand
at another time in the desert
he was her first love and she was the gate from which sprang his first thought
her love was so great it propelled him beyond her
but not so far they couldn’t speak
one lady was truly in tune
she saw him first, blessed him, and moved to Texas
yippee yaw ya yai yo | |
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Posted: 9/25/2005 6:45:39 AM | Insomnia
The ceiling won't answer
It provides no solace
I ask nonetheless
A mind is not a terrible thing to waste
It's just a terrible thing
The idiot box won't answer
"57 channels and nothing on"
I stare through it nonetheless
Intelligence can be a curse
Will the box drain me of it?
The phone won't answer
All too rarely it rings
I take it everywhere nonetheless
Just in case I miss a call
The cold machine still blinks zero
The book won't answer
I stare through it nonetheless
Losing my place, losing my faith
There are no answers to be found
With the curse of a questioning mind | |
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