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Posted: 7/30/2006 11:56:35 PM | | oh my, you guys have completely played the notes of my soul..... | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 102 | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 8:02:32 AM | "I don't know how she does it
She makes me feel whole
She's the owner of my heart
The keeper of my soul"
You know, Ray..That has to be one of the most poingnant verses to be written..Throughout my 30 year marriage to my late wife..I had thoughts like that, every day..I never wrote them down..Thanks for doing it for me, Ray..And, don't forget to tell your love that you care, every single day..I know that I never tired of hearing that she loved me..Great verse, great poem..Chapeaux...  | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 8:22:07 AM | | Wow Ray...words rarely make me cry and my eyes whelled(sp?) up at that.. INcredibly beautiful!! You're wonderful! | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 3:13:20 PM | | ray313--I myself am totally impressed by that write. I have read nearly every poem you have posted, and without a doubt that one is your finest hour, (so far), I know what you are capable of and predict that you will have one even better. That is one of the best poems on this site. Applause to you. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 9:14:56 PM | Originally written on JD's "Are You Strong Enough to Bleed"
This is about 'honesty'
Too often in life we hear the words 'right' and 'wrong'
Honesty is something very different
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The Bitter Pill
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I look up to these giants who above me stand so tall
My mother and my father (and even Uncle Paul)
My sister she was teasing and I whacked her in the back
We said bad things, and fought it out. For that I got a smack.
As giant hands reached out to teach me, hands as big as mountains
I cringed in fear, and tried to hide, my tears just ran in fountains.
Dont fight with your sister! You know it is wrong. And as they glared at me
These giants I called Mum and Dad, glared down. I felt myself pee.
And just for that, you dirty brat. No supper will you have.
And stay there in your bedroom til you learn how to behave.
These giants shoved me in the room, and hurt my back so sore
And glared at me, and shouted some as I lay upon the floor.
I sat there small upon my cot, my teddy half my size
Reflected on giant parents, and the words they said were wise.
I got bright hot and angry with my sister who started it
And threw my pillow at the door, as on the cot I sit.
But hours did pass (or it seemed so) in lonely room I spent
I tried to reach the door knob, open door, but only bent
The tray that I was standing on, to reach that sorry knob
And then I knew that they'd return, and smack me in the gob.
I sat there in wet pants and cried, injustice did I feel
And hugged my teddy close to me, not equipped to deal
At that young age with closed stone heart, and hiding whats within
But on that day, wet on my cot, I learned it was a sin.
And so next time, I felt twas hurt, and in myself inside
I cried out, wanted to retort, and sort it out, not hide.
I held it down, put on a face of 'care not' as you see
And waited til the feeling left, or hidden it could be.
Congratulated I was, for pushing feelings down inside
With each new thing that happened, I just took it in my stride
But didnt really. That's the trick. It only added to my cup
Of anger and resentment, hurt. Lack of justice did I sup.
The bitter pill grew larger, though with pain my life was fraught
And blithely I just shoved it down to the place that I was taught
Taught by the giants with huge hands, who standing there that day
Took up my honest childhood, and with words, swept it away
My health began to suffer, outwardly I was just fine
But inwardly that bitter pill had grown to become a mine
It harboured all bad feelings I'd denied all through my life
And here it was, a giant, deep inside me, causing strife
My hands they shook, my sleep it took, and as I soldiered on
I started to unravel, outward right, but inward wrong
The giants in my childhood who had told me not to talk
Dont tell your dearest sister boy to "go and take a walk!"
Still shouted in my mem'ry, and now the giant made within
Was protesting my young innocence, my youth not made of sin
I felt I would just burst, at the next mongrel that hit out
And just knew I wouldnt hit him back, not with whisper let alone shout
In political circles we're taught 'be correct'
Dont be who you are, dont stand there erect
And say how you feel, what you think, calmly so
We must 'hide' it inside, til like cancer, it grows
A slow and seeping 'nothingness', saying more of 'not'
Than we 'can' say, brings memories of still sitting on that cot
Wet pants, raw skin and crying there for fear of giants yelling
And deep inside the pill did burst, couldnt hide any more from telling.
Rang up my sis and I took a deep breath. Hands fumbling yet from quaking
I heard her sleepy voice demand "Who's this?" Who's brought her waking?
It's me I said, your brother. We need to have a talk.
What NOW she said? It's 1am and tomorrow I have work.
I almost then, put down the phone, apologised again
But as my mouth began to move, the coming words left pain
And deep inside I felt that bitter pill begin to grow
"Yes now" I said, instead of meaning yes and saying no.
I told her of the story, long ago when we were children
And she listened as I told her how the fury it was building
When she called me awful names, and gave my dear old dog a kick
And how I'd never said a word, but now was getting sick
We talked on through the night it seemed, I said what I was thinking
And as I talked, I felt the bitter pill inside was shrinking
Then as I talked I heard a sound, soft fuzzy, gentle zzzzzzz's
It mattered not, if she had heard, but talking had healed me.
I'd conquered all the giants, both without and then within
As I stood up, took breath, I knew, a new day would begin
A new me, one who wasnt scared to say just how I felt
Gone was this seeping cancer, bitter pill that I'd been dealt.
*champrins* | |
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TKZ
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Joined: 12/15/2005
Msg: 106 | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 9:55:33 PM | You Want
You want to relax, but you don’t know how,
You are feeling down, so you continue to mow
There are things that you need, but really just want
Your daemons are real, and they will continue to haunt
You want to be free, but you cage yourself
You have given your freedom, to a man made elf
There are things that you know, so you were taught to believe
But those are really the things, which have been making you grieve
You want to be coupled, but most relationships suck
You likely wouldn’t be there, if you did not get to ****
There are things that you see, but they're what you’re missing
There is a lot more to love then some lustful petting and kissing
You want to be happy, but you continue to mope
You just got something new, to try to find some hope
There are things that you feel, and there is stuff you can buy
Have you struggled long enough? ... there’s another way you can try. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 10:43:12 PM | Hey TK!
great to see you here my friend
some thoughts for me, that one did lend
and left me with a question
good one! | |
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TKZ
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Joined: 12/15/2005
Msg: 108 | |
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Posted: 7/31/2006 11:37:47 PM | Hey Champrins,
Nice to be here! 
Pain
There is a feeling we refer to as pain
That makes us feel like we are in cold rain
It sometimes strikes for just an instant
Though it often lingers and makes us distant
When things happen before we were ready
Like losing a love when we were going steady
We start to sink into a dark pit
Losing the light that was brightly lit
We lose the passion for living life
And spend our days in a haze of strife
The funny thing about this so called sadness
Is that its source stems from our own madness
In the world that we live they teach us to take
Making it difficult for our being to wake
So the experience of life, and the moments it brings
Is experienced by angles who have clipped their wings | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:48:03 AM | Oooo I like that TK!
this so called sadness
from our own madness
Youve painted how easy it is to sink into despair
"In the world that we live they teach us to take"
And love the last line
(we are) angels (but) with clipped wings
Pretty amazing stuff
Yes the wanting and taking denies us so many other things
In fact, our own dear wings...
Pretty amazing depth in much of what you write
Do I detect an Old Soul here? | |
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TKZ
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Joined: 12/15/2005
Msg: 110 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 3:07:11 AM | :)
if you haven't heard it in the last couple hours... you 
The next one is a work in progress... inspired by a snorkle, a rubber tree, and a butter stick of all things... (I still can't believe that thread!!!)
Taste the Rainbow
start at her lips
with your hands on her hips
as the moment starts ensue
move to her neck
gently start to peck
building up to what you will do
climb up to her ears
with the gentlest spheres
and whisper to her a little clue
about all the pleasure
coming to her treasure
and how you will enjoy it too
As gentle as a mouse
start undoing her blouse
as the passion continues to brew
Your hands back on her hips
mouth returning to her lips
let her feel that you are true
slide your hands up her back
so you can open the lock to her rack
as you move to base number two
then throw your arms in the air
as she helps make your chest bare
So there is less between her and you
To Be Cont… | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 111 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 9:47:03 AM | Honourable Death
by Bobby7
The scene; Surreal. The crowd Alive!...Excitement in the air!
A test of skill and bravery; Let's look on. Do we dare?
Two men locked in mortal strife, and one will surely die.
They mount their steeds, salute the crowd, and point their swords up to the sky.
Their weapons flash, their horses rear, spectators hold their breath.
For they sense that they'll be witnessing, an 'Honorable Death'.
Their horses gallop down the lane, a blood cry rends the air!
The Blue Knight's down, his visor smashed, blood flowing everywhere.
He gains his feet, and staunchly 'waits his adversary's moves.
His wait is short; His foe is here, amid the thundering hooves.
He stands his ground, their weapons flash; So loud, the clashing steel!.
They hack at one other, with a passion one can feel...
The sand is bloodied at their feet, their mail, a gory mess.
They lunge, they stab, they thrust, they feint; a savage, primal test.
The crowd, as one, is on its feet! The Blue knight's down once more.
His foe stands back, his sword upraised, the crowd sees his lifeblood pour.
Grey Knight asks the hungry crowd if Blue Knight lives or dies.
The answer's plain, and so, He acquiesces to their cries.
He plunges down his bloody sword, and slays his gallant foe.
Remounts his steed, uplifts his sword, and turns around to go.
The Grey Knight rides back down the lane, and bows before the King.
The Monarch smiles, as does the Queen; she throws the knight a ring.
One man turned to me and asked why the Blue Knight had to die.
But, I could find no rhyme or reason, and it made me want to cry.
The death of any brave young man is such a wasteful thing.
But, "Where?", I ask, is honour?
Blue knight slaughtered for a ring? | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 112 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 9:52:47 AM | My Saviour
by Bobby7
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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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 113 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 10:00:26 AM | The Eyes From Hell by Bobby7
You've shattered me, brought back the pain.
And I've been such a fool again.
I trusted you, so now I'll pay,
For lies you told me, day by day.
You're really good, you play the part,
But there's no love inside your heart.
No love for me, or any man.
And so, you wound us: Just 'cause you can.
The things you do, the lies you tell,
Have made my life a living Hell.
It must be my fault, I suppose,
For trying to love a pretty rose.
I was so blind, I failed to see,
The thorns, that now, you thrust at me.
You're oh, so passionate in bed,
But deep inside, your heart is dead.
I'll miss your face, your body too,
And all the little things you do,
That made me laugh, and gave me hope;
But now you've handed me a rope.
And you didn't give me time to pray,
Before you kicked the chair away.
So watch me swinging in the breeze.
The Beast in you must be so pleased.
Another notch on Baby's gun.
My God, that woman has such fun.
Oh yes, that girl has such a ball,
She builds them up to watch them fall.
I'll bet she laughs as their souls die...
Wow! Ripped the wings right off that fly!
To anyone who looks at her,
She's a pretty kitten, just hear her purr.
But only men who know her well...
Have seen behind...-The Eyes From Hell-
(And they very seldom live to tell)
I''m out of here, I've seen the light,
I wonder who she'll maim tonight...
Oh well, I'll just put down my pen,
And dive into the booze again... | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 114 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 10:03:10 AM | Woman's Fate (Sweet Red Rose)
by Bobby7
Annie, come sit here with me. Let's talk about what's yet to be.
You're still confused about this world, and how men treat a decent girl.
So let me set your mind at rest; Annie, you deserve the very best.
You must be allowed to smile, or just sit back and think awhile...
Of all the years that you have missed, through being hurt instead of kissed.
I really just don't understand, what kind of monster, beast or man,
Could do to you the things he's done. What hollow victory has he won?
He took a child, that's what you were, then beat you as he would a cur.
He bent your mind and warped your soul..He left you bitter, hurt, and cold.
He bruised your body, broke your heart, and ripped your hopes and dreams apart.
You should never feel ashamed, for he alone must bear the blame.
Though you may hurt a little longer, his hate will serve to make you stronger.
I can't atone for what he's done, but you deserve to see the sun.
And if I could only find a way, you'd bask in sunshine every day.
And all your sorrow, and your pain, would fade away, like April's rain.
Listen girl, you hold the power to grow and blossom like a flower.
And when you spread your petals wide, you'll taste the love so long denied.
And when you've bloomed, well, this man knows...
You'll put to shame
- The Sweet Red Rose - | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 115 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 10:07:50 AM | Writers' Block
by 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 invoke the writer's curse,
And the screen on my computer just stays blank
Then I sit, for hour on hour, doin’ 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. | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:51:32 PM | champrins--Stopped by for a visit. Hope all is well. Thanks for being a friend.
tkz--Good writes.
Bobby--Good to see you have recovered. I caught everything going on at the other thread you was at.
A little good humor.
Pacing back and forth
And it sits there doing nothing
Silence is overbearing
Is it broken or something
Are my ears not working
I speak to just make sure
Then why do I not hear the sound
As I’m walking towards the door
I look at the clock
Surely it is joking
It’s already 6:01
From fear I am choking
I was looking so forward
To this time and date
Looks like I'm excited for nothing
For love, I will have to wait
It’s now 6:02
Still no word from you
That telephone must be broken
But you said yes, words I thought were true
Still pacing through the house
Worry fills my head
It’s 6:03 now
I am filled with dread
Finally, I give up
The clock says 6:04
I should have already heard from you
My heart sinks to the floor
I close my eyes and rest my head
Another moment I can not wait
I hear a knock at 6:05
And it is you being fashionably late | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 117 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:53:04 PM | | Ty, JD...Checkin my watch..Good write.. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 118 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:55:02 PM | | Some nice works there, TKZ..Thanks | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 119 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:57:07 PM | "I said, these tears are tears of joy,
For I'm blessed more than I knew.
Tonight I was reminded
Of the gift I have in you."
You just keep on doin' it, Ray..With words that touch my heart,
and take me back to happier times...Fantastic write. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 120 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 2:58:42 PM | | JD..I reread that one..It's great! | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 7:45:14 PM | TK - Thank you for thinking I  
Holding my breath for the sequel btw
That was 'tingley'
Bobby - (this man is a true gentleman for those who might not have noticed)
Honourable Death: I could almost hear the clashing of weapons, the creaking of armour, thunder of hooves. The imagery was amazing. The 'question'- i could almost see the look on that person's face....wow
My Saviour and Eyes from Hell - honest -straight from where its at
Womans Fate - Gentle, loving, compassionate and beautiful 
JD - Another classic from the master
How you wove all that into the space of a few minutes
Intense
You've captured it
Nice twist at the end
Always great to see you here.....
And thank you for being such a fine friend and magnificent human being  | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 8:05:16 PM | JD-Wow i really enjoyed that poem...I love when u can just visualize things happening when you read something..and i could see it happening as i read it. Thank You
Bobby - great poems..your words just flow so well it's like i'm reading a light airy breeze..if that makes sense...it means i really like them
champ- Awesome poem..so many of us do hold our feelings inside and it really is a bitter pill to swallow...thank you for that!
TK--great stuff you have there...hope you keep posting. | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 8:17:55 PM | Been watching your thread Cass
Good writes
You have a unique style
Thanks for coming by ...... | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 124 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 8:26:42 PM | Thank you, sweet Champrins..I am honoured!.. I must confess, my first poems dealt with "Amour" and only love.. I was challenged by a young lady to write a 'nasty' one, Hence: The Eyes From Hell..I had so much fun doing it, I went on to the Halls' poems, and Honourable Death..It was a relief, knowing that, although I was bound by rhyme, I was not limited in genre...
Great Thread..Great Reads..ansdsome really Great Folks... | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 125 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2006 8:29:03 PM | Cassidy...
Sometimes a poet's words do not have to make 'sense', as long as they make me 'feel' they are ok in my books..I think that is what you mean..Am I right? | |
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