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Posted: 6/21/2006 8:06:32 PM | Wow Bobby-I was so moved-and so felt the words-as if they were being said to myself-
I like annie,had the misfortune to love a man who only brought pain..but you are right..
I't does make you stronger..there is no way to understand it...nor justify it...but there
is always a way to get away from it..and to move forward-and find a healthy love-
He takes from me...What I have to give and more..
His now angry eyes-no longer hold the warm i so adored..
Who is this stranger..that now sleeps beside me..not the man..
He led me to believe..he was..
The lies he told..now uncovered..the hurt placed upon me..now visable..
Unexplainable bruising and my own lies being told..keeping my woes..
hidden from the world..
Who is this girl..now woman..who let this happen..
Im not sure anymore..But one thing is for certain..
I will find a way..to escape this hate..and I will stand stronger..
in its wake.
Never will I play the willing victim -fall upon my knee's-let anyone misuse me-
If his hatred has accomplished anything..It is this..my friend.
I am and will always be -The woman-who will love me enough-to not let it happen again.
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Posted: 6/22/2006 9:31:33 AM |
I hope you enjoy, and understand this...
Bobby, that was beautiful. She was a very lucky girl to have a friend like you. There are many of us who have fallen prey to those types of men. Sadly to say, I was imprisoned in a relationship like that for several years myself. It took moving 3,000 miles away from him to finally get my head involved with my heart. Meanwhile, I was here.......
....the Nights
The nights are the worst...she thought,
When in the torrid blackness
those icy-hot fingers of pure agony
strike without notice.
Shivering their way into
the subconscious recesses of delicious sleep
and molesting the nerves
with lightning speed.
Pain - gripping pain
Too intense to even allow groaning;
Even that slight of movement
would make it real.
Concentrate on the softness of the music
Don't allow it in!
Don't move!
Don't think!
Don't breathe.....................
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Posted: 6/22/2006 9:55:16 AM | Timeless
Bobby7
This is not the first time that you are mine,
And I've been yours before.
Our lives have always been entwined,
Now, and in the days of yore.
Perhaps I was your shining knight.
And you, my maiden fair.
And I slew dragons with my sword.
Then, brought you flowers for your hair.
Perhaps I was an astronaut, and you my travel mate,
As we patrolled the universe, taking chances, tempting fate.
Perhaps you were a sultry queen, and I a lowly serf.
Yet, you allowed me in your bed,
And showed me heaven, here on earth.
Perhaps when once again we meet, as we shall, you and I,
We'll form a shooting star and blaze,
a firey trail across the sky.
And we leave our earthly shells, to drift through time and space again.
We'll be together, you and I, as husband, wife, and friend.
No matter what the future holds, we'll face it as a pair,
For we've loved each other timelessly...
And all our futures...
We Will Share...
If Only
bobby7
If only I could write a poem that everyone would read,
Then, I'd know, within my deepest heart, that I'd done well indeed.
If only I could write a poem that would bring the whole peace,
Make everyone a brother,and make the bloodshed cease.
If only I could write a poem that would melt the hardest heart,
And tear down all the fences that are keeping friends apart.
If only I could write a poem that would lift a troubled soul,
Then I would reap a bounty that's more precious than pure gold.
If only I could write a poem that would cause an eye to tear,
And let my brothers and my sisters pass through life without a fear.
If only I could write a poem that would let 'all' see the sun,
Then I'd gladly put my pen away, for I'd know my work was done... | |
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Posted: 6/22/2006 10:01:39 AM | Thanks for your kind words...And now, for a lighter topic...LOL
Writers' Block
bobby7
I can hear my heart strings hummin', I sense better times a comin',
I've found a way to crack my mental block!
I gassed up both of my Gennys, went out and bought a bunch of Bennies...
'Cause it could be, I'll be writing 'round the clock!
When I get stuck, or worse, if I evoke the writer's curse,
And the screen on my computer just stays blank
Then I sit, for hour upon hour, all within my power,
To find those damned words hidin' in my tank.
So, I'll pass this on to you, and no matter what do,
Try it out,and if you don't. then. please don't knock it...
'Stead of sittin' here all night, I simply shock my self to write...
I stick my finger in the handiest wall socket.
Though I anticipate some smirks, I can assure you that it works
For, I've tried it six or seven times before.
I can feel my essence growin', and the words just start a flowin'
When I finally pick myself up off the floor.
Odds
bobby7
I had some coin, some time to kill, and I'd heard about this horse.
You guessed it! I was headed down to the local track, of course.
I read the odds, and did the math; Re-read the whole dang sheet.
If this nag comes through, like I hope she will.. I'll be on easy street.
I walk up to the ticket cage, and boldly place my bet...
And dream about the future, and a new life, without debt.
I get a spot up in the stands, and settle down to wait.
'Til the handlers and the jockeys put the horses in the gate.
I hear, "They're Off"!., I spin around to see how my horse did.
She's leading at the quarter mile, Boy...I feel just like a kid!
She's still ahead and running well, as they pass the Clubhouse turn.
And my thoughts are running just as fast, 'bout the money I can burn.
As they near the wire, she picks up speed, and leaves them all behind.
She's won the race by seven lengths, and that money is all mine.
I go out on a spending spree, then find I'm in a jam.
I spent most all the money, but I'd forgotten Uncle Sam.
I've got hot wheels, a brand new house, a pool, and nice new yacht.
But, Uncle Sam has said he wants a slice of what I've got.
My bank account is out of funds...Sam 'must' be paid, of course...
But, where to get the money? Wait!...
I just heard about this horse...
So here I am, got twenty bucks; oh my...what should I do?
Well, I know just where I'm heading...
And I bet that you know, too... | |
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Posted: 6/22/2006 10:11:01 AM | TY, Goldilocks..I sincerely hope your situation is better..Here is another one for you..LOL
On Appliances
bobby7
I'm not a whiner or a crier, but I gotta fix this dryer.
An' I'm about to shoot this bloody old machine.
I took it all apart, an' now, I don't know where to start.
I'm sure you've been there, so you'd know what I mean.
I know the year I got, but, not exactly where I bought it
An' I'm having trouble re-assemblin' it.
The screw holes are all wrong; I got parts that don't belong,
An' the wife wife's upset, an' throwin' quite a fit.
She said; "I need a dryer, Honey." I said, "Well, we don't got the money..."
"To buy a new machine, an' that's a fact."
"I'll fix the cursed thing, if it takes me until spring,"
"An' if it can't be fixed, we'll send the damned thing back."
So, I phoned the folks who make it, an' I said; "Hey, I didn't break it."
"It just suddenly decided not to work'"
"I ran it like it says to, an' I only will confess to...
Kickin' it, an' I feel like a jerk."
He asked the Model Number, an' I started feelin' dumber,
'Cause I forgot to write the stupid number down.
He talked about the warranty, an' that really got the best of me.
That young feller had me feelin' like a clown.
He wouldn't answer any questions, an' he had no suggestions.
On how to fix the thing; an' so I got irate
I said, "Why do you make 'em, if you can't fix 'em if we break 'em?"
"You're cause of all these troubles on my plate."
I slammed the phone down on him. My chances gettin' real slim,
Of ever getting lovely with my mate.
An' let me tell you some thing; Forget the wedding ring...
'Cause a broken dryer turns their love to hate.
So I fussed an' cussed some more, an' paced around the floor
And suddenly I devised a brilliant plan.
I'd buy me this used dryer that I spotted in a flyer.
'Cause if the wife's content, then I'm a happy man!
I went to see the fella; the thing was painted yella.
But, he plugged it in; it seemed to work just fine.
The part that really sucks; He wanted fifty bucks
'Fore he'd let me call that yella dryer mine.
I was thinkin' of my Honey, when I paid him all that money.
But I knew I'd seen that weasel's face before.
I started feelin' bad, 'cause I knew that I'd been had!
I bought the old one at his 'Used Appliance Store'.
Well, I junked the damned machine, I was feelin' really mean
I don't like folks to make a fool of me
Of course my little Honey doesn't know 'bout my 'Pin Money,
And I figured out how things were gonna be.
So, I dug into my stash, an' I found I had the cash
To buy a new one, like the one we had at home.
When she went to see her mother, I swapped it for the other...
An' banged it up a bit, an' scratched the chrome.
I had it runnin' for a while, she gave me a big smile...
"You fixed it, Hon., You did it on your own."
I didn't lie to my sweet Honey...I didn't mention my lost money.
I was thankful for the thaw we had at home.
So if your dryer breaks, don't make the same mistakes...
Just buy a new machine..Take my advice.
Just spend a little money, get a new one for your Honey...
'Cause harmony at home is, oh, so nice. | |
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Posted: 6/22/2006 2:26:55 PM | TY Bobby. I like the one about the Knight and Damsel. I was lucky enough to find the greatest friend in the world who helped me put life back into perspective.. Presumably my equivalent of the friend you were to "Annie". I wrote this for him one day:
.....My Friend.....
Two months I'd been back in town
Hadn't seen you anywhere
Friends I'd known so long, I found
Had moved away... no-one to care
By chance one day I waited
On a project being done
I had not anticipated
You'd walk up and light the sun
With some easy conversation
'bout cars and friends
and the sad state of our great nation,
How the music never ends;
Exchanging only first names
I drove off with sinking heart
One of life's small twisted games
Knowing just that little part
Then again my life you entered
Fate had smiled on me once more
This time things were really centered
I could try my luck once more
Things for us at first moved slow
We had both had hurts before
Deep wounds sometimes just won't go
But friendship opened up the door
In this life, we're given chances
We must play out to the end
Who'd have thought with subtle glances
I'd have found my truest friend?
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Posted: 6/22/2006 3:52:30 PM | I loved your poetry,
it touched me right through the heart, how true your words are.
keep on writing.................xx | |
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Msg: 133 | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 10:26:06 PM | A fetching piece of work Goldilocks..I enjoyed it immensely...Bob | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 10:59:19 PM | bobby, txdarlin and goldilocs, i applaud you all, very powerful reading. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 9:17:37 AM | ty Bobby, Bluey and Lady; Here's one that I hope we can all relate to in our later years of life.
SNOW ROSES:
"Stop and smell the roses.."
They said, time and again
But we rush by, and only glance
and time goes on - and then.....
The roses fade and die away
The years flew by so fast
Sweet fragrant scents of springtime
that time so quickly passed.
One day we wake to find
that summer too has flown...
We rush to check that garden
where roses once had grown.
Finding none - we much despair
and gather many plants.....
then overcrowd that little plot.
We know it's our last chance.
Though wintertime comes slowly
the garden fails to show.
Perhaps with luck, those blossoms
will still open in the snow.
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:17:03 AM | | Wow! Quite the write, Goldilocks.. You and Lady seem to have a good grasp of the kind of poetry I like..Thanks for sharing this one.. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:21:19 AM | My Saviour
I was headed straight for Hell, trapped inside the Devil's spell.
You touched my soul, and made it well, and let me live again.
I was as empty as could be, no happiness in store for me.
You touched my heart, and set it free, and washed away my pain.
I hurt each and every hour, too blind to see you, lovely flower.
Then you revealed love's awesome power, and lit my life once more.
I was set adrift upon life's sea, as hurt and lonely as could be,
But you were there to rescue me, and set me on love's shore.
You always know what my heart needs, you nurture it, remove the weeds,
Then give it sun, and sow the seeds to make it grow, my love.
You give your all, your everything. You banish winter, beckon spring.
You make me hear the Angels sing, their sweet song from above.
You mean everything to me. You've cleared the fog and let me see.
You've shown me how sweet love can be.
I'll love you for eternity...
Darling, it's just You and Me. | |
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Msg: 138 | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:28:27 AM | I am so pleased that 'Annie's poem' was read and understood by so many of you ladies..That poem really hurt to write, because she was a good friend and I did not know what I could do to help. She told me that she let her cousin, a Minister in Kamloops read it to the congregation, and got a huge impact from hearing the words spoken. She said that it was 'Womans' Fate' that made her decide to leave.. I hope any ladies in a similar situation will read and understand what I am trying to say... Thanks..Lady..Goldilocks..Bluey..tXDarlin..
But I hope I never have to write anything like that again.. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:37:31 AM | This was written for Tammy, who offered me comfort and friendship, after the death of my beautiful wife, Francine..Tammy, unfortunately passed away at the age of 26...
We Shall Survive
In days of old, when spells were cast.
That's when I met you; In the past.
Down valleys green, over misty hills,
Your spirit soars, it always will.
When monarchs ruled, and dragons roared,
The knights set forth with shield and sword.
They gave their lives to keep us free,
And save the world for you and me.
Gaze into your crystal ball,
And you'll see armies rise and fall.
You can witness worlds collide,
Or surf the never ending tide.
Though you've passed on, you're with me yet.
A love like yours, I can't forget.
I loved you then, and I still do.
And every day, I dream of you.
We'll meet again, dear, you and I.
Perhaps not under earth's blue sky.
But no matter where or when,
I'll love you still, as I did then.
As long as love remains alive...
You and I, my love...
We Shall Survive. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 11:56:10 AM | Bobby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, that was more than words can say , it was beautiful! i feel my creativity has drained, maybe ill get it back soon.
p.s, musicmach, ive enjoyed your writes as well! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 2:24:13 PM | Bobby.... Thanks again. I too, have had sad times. This one was written for a very dear friend who also left this world too soon.
BILLY
Mandolin music flows softly through the air,
an old lady stands transfixed.
Grandpa ceases rocking in his chair
and sounds from the village are mixed.
The children play; barefoot and free,
Blue skies abound, without a cloud,
two Jerseys graze beneath a tree.
The flag waves gently - high and proud.
But in an instant... Fate steps in;
disturbs the picture there.
Death comes floating o'er the glen,
stripping beauty bare.
A letter comes from far away
reporting Billy's deeds
He died a hero over there,
protecting other's needs
He saved a village, much distressed,
by giving up his life.
Now he'll be gently laid to rest,
by his young, grieving wife.
And his young son will go someday
to be a soldier too.
To fight, and maybe give his life
to save both me and you.
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Posted: 6/24/2006 4:50:57 PM | | GOLDILOCKS...........WHAT CAN I SAY? BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYES, BEAUTIFUL, AND HEARTBREAKING! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 4:54:43 PM | | How very poingnant, Goldilocks..and what a beautiful tribute to a friend...My prayer is that, one day, there will be no need for soldiers..And that people will rejoice at the differences of citizens of every nation.. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 5:01:08 PM | I share your sentiments, M'Lady...and, this is for you...
For Lady
Fear not, sweet Lady, you will find
The words that you seek now
They're ony hidden for a while
And will emerge, somehow.
It may not be tomorrow,
It could be a later date.
But when the flow from your pen
They will be worth the wait. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2006 6:49:30 PM | A DAY LIKE TODAY
Did you ever have a day like today?
When everything was not going your way
and people looked coldly - then rudely stared.
You knew that no-one ever had cared.
Though the day was lovely - you could not feel
that any of it really was truly real.
A picturesque world that was set in stone
In the midst of this, you were alone.
Caught in a bubble - suspended in time
the hills were small - yet you couldn't climb
Your skies too low and your earth too tall
The lack of space made you want to crawl.
There was no helping hand, no place to go
But the worst of the thing - no one to know.
Sunk to the mire, you were way in a pinch
The "Pressure Men" wouldn't give you an inch.
Things had to change, or it would be too late
Hell in a handbasket - out of the gate
Then darkness falls and night sets in,
and the morning brought it all back again.
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Posted: 6/26/2006 5:59:30 PM | UNDECIDED
Those soft puffs of color in every hue
Orange, rust and red among flashes of blue
Bright colored lawns where children play true
Where leaves from the willowy oaks fall on cue
Saffire skies outlining houses - it seems
A world such as this, exists only in dreams
Clouds in the sky painted ivory-creams
Some Arabian horses paired out in teams
Why then, would I leave a place such as this
Where the foliage of Autumn I will surely miss
after this comes the winter's cold bliss
and deep frost arrives with her cold icy kiss
Go, I must then; and return with the sun
when roses bloom free and rivers do run
The children sleep soundly when days play is done
School time is over, it's now time for fun
Warm skies and sunshine too soon round the bend
All too quickly again go the days we now spend
The purples, and blues, and pinks all will end
As I make plans to leave for the winter again.
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Posted: 6/26/2006 7:38:40 PM | Hi ,this poem has done me well in regards to awards and recognition but no money....LOL. Though it's a sad poem, it's also my pride and joy. I wrote this poem when I was at my lowest point in life, so here I present to you
*A Home without Sounds*
To a once filled home, I’m now always alone.
No sounds of children’s laughter.
No tucking them in bed and kissing the tops of their heads.
I once remember a time when everything was fine,
just to one day loose my mind.
Take away my children and let them see the new me.
The addict, depressed, weak person I thought I could never be.
Tomorrow they say will be a better day,
a better day for whom and when will that tomorrow
come, when my living is done?
But for now I will wait before I accept my fate.
If not for me, for my life and love,
my children. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 7:42:22 PM | | The tales we can tell. The skeletons in our closets that we keep hidden well. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 8:35:25 PM | Wow nice writes... all of them... I have a song to post,
Sorry about my lengthy absence I hope to be on more frequently...
Mudvayne - Fall Into Sleep
Dreams of earthquakes
Dreams of hurricanes
Dreams of pouring rain
Dreams of tidal waves...to wash us all away
Dreams of guns blazed
Dreams of fire rage
Dreams of swollen graves
Dreams of hollow pain
All gone
No more fallen
No more enemy
No more casualty
No more dream
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares
Nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream that nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
Dreams of mourning grief
Dreams of disbelief
Dreams of tragedy
Dreams of our disease...to take us all away
Dreams of fidelity
Dreams of inner peace
Dreams of loyalty
Dreams of unity
All gone
All gone
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares
Nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream that nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
The angels are injured
Fall with broken burning wings
Are we dead inside
Are we blind
We can't keep moving forward
Backwards with closed eyes
We're losing sight
All lost inside
No more fallen
No more enemy
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares
Nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream that nobody wants
Nobody cares
Nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
All gone
All gone
All gone
All gone
enjoy till later.............. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 6:56:38 PM | *RAGE*
Why am I so full of rage.
I don't understand where this is coming from
I have no tolerence for inanimate and living things
It's like I want to seriously hurt someone or something
The littliest of things
will send me to a feeling of rage
I think I need a punching bag | |
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