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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 51 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 4:30:51 PM | These Men
by Bobby7
I just spent an hour inside a room that was filled with men like me.
If pain had color, then in that room, there's a rainbow you could see.
The stories of these tortured souls could fill a hundred shelves.
But the plot's the same, for just like me, they're all searching for themselves.
Alcohol controls our minds, and tears apart our lives.
It takes from us, all we hold dear, friends, families, cherished wives.
It devours, with impunity, our health and souls; this cursed; Alcohol...
And no matter where you are in life, it, too, can make you fall.
So, here we are, at our last stand, we wish to banish alcohol.
We want our lives back, as they were, before booze made us fall.
It can be done! We've seen the proof, at each meeting we attend.
And we really can reclaim our lives, if we just listen to these men.
They paid their dues, and suffered pain, the pain we all feel now.
And, if we really wish to free ourselves, these men can show us how.
Perhaps we needn't walk the miles these alcoholics trod.
If, we but listen to their message,
and trust our lives to God. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 52 | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 53 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 4:53:46 PM | Pain
By Bobby7
I really don’t think that my heart will recover from this pain
In the past, I have been hurt before. Now, here it comes again
I don’t think I can make it through; How much more I can take;
Before the pain I’m feeling now will make my poor heart break?
The day you walked out of my life is when this hurt began
And though I try to cleanse my heart, I’m not sure if I can.
Every day that I awake and know you’re really gone
Is like eternity to me. How long does this go on?
Knowing that you once were mine, and that you no longer care
Has but a burden on my soul that I simply cannot bear
If you’d agree to talk to me, and tell me what to do
Then, it would ease my mind somewhat, to hear these words from you.
Each lonely hour of every day that you’re not here with me
Just chips away the foundation of any future I might see
Please help me find a way, show how me how I can atone
Because, my love, my only love..I can’t go on alone
And so, I’m seeking any means to try to make you see..
Life alone is much too sad..And, without You..
There’s no Me | |
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babsee
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Joined: 10/29/2005
Msg: 55 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 6:42:32 PM | said a co-ed from Duke University,
when asked about sexual perversity,
"i find it's ok
in the old-fashioned way,
but i do like a touch of diversity". | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 56 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:22:32 PM | LMAO...Thanks, Babsee..That was cute!..Keep on keepin' on..Thanks..Bob.. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 57 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:24:26 PM | Thanks, Sylkie, if that was meant for me..If it was meant for one of the other
fine poets here..Thanks again..Do you want to share a rhyming poem with us?
I'd be happy to see one from you...Bob | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 58 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:29:39 PM | Project: Me
by Bobby7
The time that I have left on earth
Is like an hour glass.
The Years I lost are all in there,
And the sand is falling, fast.
There's so much left for me to do,
And, yet, so little time.
To piece together broken parts
Of the life that once was mine.
I have to find myself, and then
I must atone for what I've done
So my wife and I can end our years,
Still together, and as one.
I caused such pain, I hurt my love,
Abandoned friends and family.
But, I have learned the greatest pain
That I inflicted, was on me.
I wish I could reclaim those years
That I have thrown away.
I'm learning that, I prob'ly can...
But, so slowly, Day by Day | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 59 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:36:04 PM | The Night The Eagle Shrieked
He'd dreamt a dream like never once before
the kind they'd say would speak of him a pawn
prophetic things they'd make but metaphor
the words unread from out that lexicon.
Inside that "sleep" he'd seen the mountains fall
the rivers rise that washed away the land
the people massed their backs against the wall
the ice in sheets that shook the desert sand.
From off afar he'd heard the eagle shriek
a frozen feel that settled down his spine
that bird alone the one now left to speak
the world gone mute to frighten Frankenstein.
He'd dreamt a dream that they'd refused to hear
though each in turn had walked away in fear. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 61 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:46:10 PM | I enjoy the way you craft the words and rhytmh of your writes, S-S..They make for
some mighty fine reading..Thanks..
OK..Here is where I go crazy... I have a problem with my vocabulary, I am
not unintelligent, I just haven't added much to my list. ..So, every once in a while,
when someone throws a word my way that I don't comprehend, I have a little fun
at the word's expense..
For instance; I had no clue what the word 'Haiku'.. It was sent my way by a
lovely young poet(ess),,<--there's another one that confuses me..
Anyway..Here is what I did to all those offending words..Starting with Danielle's Haiku.
I hope you enjoy the ride.. Bob..
Feel free to take over the wheel, at any time.. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 62 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:49:19 PM | Danielle's Haiku
by Bobby7
When I can't write, or when the words seem to slip away from me,I
f the Train's not due*; what can I do, but sit here helplessly?
I too, much like Danielle, used Haikus, for spell.
If I had my way, if I could today, I'd send those bloody Haikus, all to Hell.
It's not 'cause Haiku didn't work; it worked real good for me.
It served me well, this fiend from Hell; But I quickly set it free.
I'm not criticizing Danielle's work; I don't like starting any fights.
I don't know where she bought her Haiku,
But,the one I bought me bites!
*(see: Poetry Express) | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 63 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 3:37:14 AM | My Chiastic
by Bobby7
I've been lookin' through my tool box, an act that's pretty rare.
I'm tryin' to find a special tool. I know it's here, somewhere.
I've found pliers and my hammer, it's a messy box, indeed.
I've accounted for 'most all my tools; Just not the one I need.
My drill is here, and so's my plane, I'll need them both, I guess.
But I can'f find that special tool, that's hidden in this mess
I asked my wife if she could help, 'cause girls find 'most anything.
She said she thinks she saw it there, behind the ball of string.
I won't need these vice-grips, I don't need this coil of rope.
But I really need that special tool, and I guess I'm losin' hope..
If I wanna get this job done right, it's the only tool to pick.
The others are important, but,
I need my Chiastic.
(anyone see a pattern evolving with these 'words'?) | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 3:44:58 AM | Pas De Deux
While upon the water glancing
with such intent the glance to meet
a cloud I spied sure was dancing
with such allure it moved my feet
So there I stood a rushing fool
and moved with it in smashing dance
the likes would make an artiste drool
in moments rare the Master grants
But oh so brief the magic spell
(the mirror gives, the mirror takes)
the cloud took leave I'm forced to tell
with the rippling the water makes
Yet in that brief though blinding flash
I danced so well you'd think it odd
who've seen me move in fitful dash
unless you knew I'd danced with God | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 65 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 3:58:59 AM | | Excellent! S-S...Burnin' up the pages, you are...That was awesome.. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 66 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:08:50 AM | Ron's Allegory
by Bobby7
I'd like to tell a little story, about Ron's Allegory,
And the troubles I had when I brought it home.
It was moody and morose, a trifle bellicose.
So, I thought it best that it was left alone.
I put food down in a dish, And, then I thought, "I wish
The Allegory wouldn't make those ugly sounds."
It ate everything in sight, and I thought,
"This can't be right,The damn thing only weighs a couple pounds" .
So I went and bought a book, 'cause I thought I'd better look
To see what my friend Ron had sold to me.
I thought that I'd been had, and it made me kind of mad,
'Til the story in the book jumped out at me!
There was a picture of the beast, and will wonders never cease?
I knew I'd seen it's ugly face before.
The thing was in a cage, it's face screwed up in rage,
In the window of a "Fly by Night" pet store.
This store caught the attention, of a paper we won't mention.
Not the kind of paper I'd buy every day.
It went on about their scruples, the fact they dealt in ruples.
And the paper then went on to say.
An Allegory's vicious, it's temperament, malicious,
Not suited for your average family.
I got that phone a ringing, to tell Ron I'd be bringing
Back the dreadful beast he'd foisted off on me.
I got to Ron's, surprised, to see a squad car parked outside
An ambulance was sitting in the drive.
"Hmm? What's this about?", I shook my head and then got out
And asked the cop if Ron was still alive.
He said, "He's doing better, but, according to this letter,
He's importing animals that pose a threat.
"He asked me, "Mister, have you ever laid eyes on a Haiku?"
And I told him that I'd had one as a pet.
He shook his head, quite sadly, "Ron's been bitten very badly
By a Haiku, and it took out quite a chunk".
I didn't say a word, I just rushed out to the curb,
And checked my Remy shotgun, in the trunk.
I shot the bloody Allegory, and I'm really very sorry
Ron got bit, and I bear him no ill will.
I might have lost my money, but still it's kind of funny,
And, it's true,like they all say
Revenge is still the sweetest pill. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:10:14 AM | Poems that Rhyme here you go!
Weeping Willow
She weeps all day
And most of the night
Her branches pointing down
A beautiful sight
A slight breeze comes along
Pulling the branches skyward
She smiles and sings a song
She is like a soul that is lost
One day happy, the next forlorn
She reaches for the heavens
A new day is born
The clouds burst open,
The rain comes down
The tears are flowing
Soaking the ground
She is nourished
By her own tears
She will flourish
Throughout the years
She knows not what the future holds
She only knows what
Is down below
Her branches open wide
Her tears wiped dry
Her heart is beating softly
She feels free inside.
Gail © 9/26/05 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:15:48 AM |
(anyone see a pattern evolving with these 'words'?)
hmmmm LOL, can get a double meaning from this one Bob | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 69 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:23:31 AM | Yep...There could well be, Aged Wonder... Thanks for the poem..
It was lovely. Please, don't be a stranger... | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 70 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:32:25 AM | The Elusive Didactic
by Bobby7
I've fueled, and oiled up both of the jeeps, Don went and bought the tent.
We know that we'll be reimbursed for the money that we spent.
The Society has called me twice; they're as impatient as we are
But, we must take our time and do things right, or we won't get very far.
We've got the freighter chartered. and it won't be late, I pray.
The treasurer's assured us that they're wiring us our pay.
The cages have been put on board, the nets and snares have, too.
We can't wait to get started, but there's so much left to do.
They've sent us maps and marked the spot, where the creature was last seen.
And an old cast of its foot prints, so we can follow where it's been.
We're anxious to get started, and reach this foreign land.
"Cause, if we catch ourselves a specimen, they'll pay us fifty grand.
They had one in a zoo, once, but it got sick and died.
No one's ever caught another one, though many men have tried.
And, of all the expeditions, not one ever never found a sign.
They lost the last safari, you, bet I won't lose mine.
The last expidition started out from their camp in Port Au Prince,
That was over 15 months ago, and they ain't been heard from since.
Do these creatures roam around in packs?, We really just don't know.
No one's ever gotten close enough to see it if it is so.
But I'm checking our protective suits, and I hope there are no flaws,
'Cause we know wild Didactics,
Have really long, sharp claws. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:32:55 AM | Child of The Light
Can you see me?
I’m a child of the light
This I’m told
Forever to be
I ask the angels above
Show me the way
Why is there so much darkness
In here today?
The angels say you are not a
Child of the light
A child of darkness is
More your right
Light is beauty
Darkness pain
A child of darkness
Remains the same
A child of light
Is such a delight
Showering blessings
Into the night
I ask the angels
Can you help me?
A child of light
Is what I want to be
I don’t like darkness
Or the pain.
Please turn the darkness
Into light again
One on my left
One on my right
The angels touched me
And I became light.
A child of light is what I am
I would do it all over again.
Pain has its purpose
In the scheme of things
The light shines brighter
Erasing the pain
What joy it brings | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 72 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:39:24 AM | Thanks Bob ! Just throwing some up here, LOL
A Joy for All Seasons
Spring is here, like a newborn baby’s breath
So clean and pure and so fresh
The flowers begin to bloom
Opening up afresh reaching for the moon
Children playing without a winter coat
Waiting for the time they can go out in the boat
Spring is here, and the birds sing with joy
As do the little girls and boys
Summer arrives with a heat wave
Air conditions go on, oh we are brave
Children not minding the heat at all
Swimming, running and playing ball
School is out for the summer you see
Children as happy as can be
The summer fades and autumn has come
Leaves turning red, and yellow like the sun
Its time to harvest, make jams and jellies
Halloween with costumes, children fill their bellies
Alas, winter is here
Thanksgiving and Christmas
A good time of year
Our bank cards extended, presents galore
Giving out presents to little girls and boys
Family gathers for holidays it seems
Never see them so happy with glee
January comes and reality sets in
Tons of bills from Christmas begin
For me, spring is the best
New life emerging from the robin’s nest | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 74 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:41:42 AM | Thanks, Aged Wonder..You have a very fluid style..I like the pictures
you paint... | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:43:20 AM | Thank you
Change of Mind
Through the rain she walks along,
Not a glance from a passerby
Did they know? Did they care? She sighs
So much pain everywhere, nobody seems to care
What would she do, where would she stay?
How could she tell them, she was going away?
When they awake, will she see their eyes?
How can she go, who will hear their cries?
She turns slowly, her steps weary
She prays, Dear Lord, let them be asleep
But no, they have awakened
They run to meet her at the door
Oh God, how much more?
How can she leave all this?
If nothing else there is love
She stays, and thanks God above.
He will sustain her, He will provide
When the time is right
She will take that ride
The years pass quickly
Her children leave the nest
She knows in her heart
She has done her very best
The time is right
She leaves in the night.
She doesn’t look back
She has no regrets
She sees a new beginning
There will be no more threats. | |
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