TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 151 | |
| | The hall of poetic dialoguePage 7 of 35 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35) | Honestly I don't know what to think
maybe this is a bad deal
cause with limited time to come up with a rhyme
you just might not say what you feel
sincerly though I've thought about this
and I'm trying to make my amends
all I really wanted is to have a good time
and make lots of special new friends | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 3:41:35 AM | Page number 'seven'
Can you believe
This many postings
Your thread has achieved
Its a nice place to come
Just to relax and chat
Like a sofa, a warm chair
Laying flat on a mat with the cat in the hat
 thanks Tim | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 3:58:39 AM | Did I hear someone yell B I N G O?
Dont sweat the 'small' stuff tim of the timtam temptations eh! 
huh? what? speak UP! oh that.... yeah well you'd EXPECT them to be jealous wouldnt you? 
Sorry Tim I had a call...
Now where were we?
Oh thats right! The thread
It ROCKS lil buddy!
Like walking into a room
Filled with all your friends
Warm chatter...laughing souls
The clink of glasses...
Friendly banter...
Mind if I throw my weary self down in this bean bag and stop to yarn a while? | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 5:09:10 AM | Saltys beanbag::
***blushing brindled bean bags broaching bristly boils breed brave blue bed bodies ***
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Posted: 10/15/2006 5:19:03 AM | woman you almost made me bite my tongue! lol
A silent salty? Unheard of.....
So whats up guys
Show us your eyes
Or are you PEEPS all sleeping? | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 5:39:52 AM | Im thinking theyre sleeping and resting their head
And cuddled and snug in their warm snuggly bed
So lets turn the music up and have ourselves a dance
Clear the bean bags, clear the floor while we've still got the chance.
Whats next, the music, i think we need a band
I'll get my son to play the drums but i think he'll need a hand
I found >>>>>> | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 6:25:58 AM | I found that sleeping and resting my head,
was cold and lonely now in my single bed.
so I turned the music up without the dance,
for the cleared floor left me standing alone without a chance.
I turn in circles and eye the crowd before me,
as to what is expected this I cannot see.
So I turn to walk from the dance floor alone,
to return to this once happy place "I" call home.
What song shall we play now?? | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 7:14:47 AM | Home did you say?
You better keep away
from this ol bean bag
hey OUCH dont shove
hmmm I think I'm in love 
How'd you get right in there?
Does my heart look like a chair?
Who's chairing this meeting
Where we all are greeting
As drums still play on
Sew sings up a song
 
Which song? | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 7:50:44 AM | Which song you ask of me?
A song that truely fits our soul,
of music to intwine two as one,
is there such a song known to thee?
If so play it loud so I may hear,
the words which will guide me near.
Nearer to the soul that sings to me,
an open ear I will surely wait for thee.
As well as open arms and open heart,
this true love shall never tear apart. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 7:59:22 AM | Oh for that would need candles
Softer lights and not a band
A single lone piano
And warm and gentle hand
......in mine
Strong arm around my shoulder
Holding me gently near
And melting with the music
Your heart's the song my dear..... | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 161 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:06:15 AM | sewluvlee how succinct
how you've made me think
"the cat in the hat"...indeed
but on these pages of babbling brilliance
I would'n let my children read........
and in pops salty
always a sprite
turns frown upside down
of course you are right.....
and firefighter steps in
to douse out the flames
with a whit thats befitting this place
He's a dance in hir heart
and a jig in his step
and a widening smile on his face...
hooray... | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:11:41 AM | Hooray hooray and Tim has come
Lets deck the halls with glee
And so another day begins
As its off to bed for me! | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 163 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:23:18 AM | ironic it is that "time" funny biz
which keeps us from chattin too oft
latitudinal lines rearanging the times
I get on just to see you go off | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:32:57 AM | My "hearts the song" this can not be,
for my heart cries for one you see.
True this one is gone from my life,
this one that I once called my wife.
Yet my heart still longs for thee,
until time tells its over for me.
Now Tim
To douse flames here I am not,
in search of comfort this Ive got.
only to feel accepted in some way,
for that extra lift I need through my day. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:38:19 AM | Then hang with Tim and his lovely thread
A nicer man has not been bred
He welcomes all in his domain
I'll leave you now with this refrain
Please tim go back
And read what you did write
About you 'getting on'
And my goodnight....
I've showered and popped back to look
And reading that I truly shook
With laughter and amazement!
Whether you meant to say it so
Or harmless OOPS it was
It cracked me up, I almost choked
So for now my friend ....ADIOS!
Classic! Absolute CLASSIC! | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 8:50:44 AM | Goodmorning all to hall I call hey how are you this morn.?
It's Sunday here I fear that houseworks got me from comp. now torn...
I need a maid I'd pay a handsome fee indeed..
I hate this stuff not tuff nor ruff as I clean from bended knee..
Good thing I'm clean not much dirt seen but I'm sure I'll find a bit..
Dishwashers humming washer too when done I'll have a sit...
Coffee now a triple threat I'll bet it'll wake these eyes..
Then I'll humm around see what is found and Tim's thread give a try...
Conversations rhyming verse I'm glad has stayed around...
Page 7 now let's try for 10 before our sleep is found.. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 9:16:51 AM | Good morning, Good morning
is anyone here?
i missed last nights party
i sadly fear
to dance with the fireman
once or twice
he likes to feed kittens
he seems very nice
id make sure i dance
in the off season
i am afraid of heights
is my only reason ( chuckles)
GM to tim,
GM to truth
i couldnt stay all night
like back in my youth | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 168 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 9:34:29 AM | Whspr i've conjured up strange hidden powers
and answered your question put there
I hope not to sadden thee I'd bring you flowers
and a ribbon to tie back your hair....
as for what comes next...?
hmmmm...? | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 169 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 9:50:50 AM | Truth....
always nice to hear from you
I see....
with different eyes these days
I know it's true
Respect...
everyone has showed me more than earned
peace...
besets me more with every page that's turned | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 170 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 10:35:11 AM | I wrote this in another dress rehearal
But want to put it here because it's personal
It hapened to me only once when younger
and haunts me to this day and makes me wonder
twice I almost fell asleep while writing
but somehow kept my whits and soldiered on
the final verse it struck me just like lightning
and I was free to sleep cause it was done
.........Out Of Body.........
long I sit typing
I meld into the screen
eyes burning red hot fire
mayby I should rest awhile
but no I must finish
must somehow write my wrongs
with fingers bleeding
thoughts are fleeting........I close my eyes
pay attention,wake up
another verse to spell
filling empty spaces on the page
killing time until tommorow's passed
but alas my words become narrowed
creative juices dry like desert sand
the page it seems to grow as a sunflower does
and my words become as a small speck of dust
as I float away I see myself
out of body,out of mind
should I let myself go
to discover what lays waiting
but no the bright light is there
i'm not ready to explore
not ready for enlightenment
so I open my eyes and close them all at once | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 11:50:57 AM | To you dearest TiMm
I do say Im sorry.
To you I will release and
Stand tall with this apology.
For it was not youIn the end
That pushed my past forward..
It was not you that made me think
In my drunken banter of that life absurd.
So I am sorry
Dearest TiMm I say this being true..
I am sorry for lashing out,
Never meant to take it out on you..... | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 12:05:07 PM | aaahhh I'm back now time relax did I hear Mega's tune?..
Twas once when Slayer, 'tallica I loved so much to boom...
Sepultura I played loud Pantera's still at heart...
Although I grow I'll always know in spirit they'll never part...
Man O Man that takes me back thanks Tim for the trip...
It brings to life so many things as now that rum I sip...
Although my bones a little worn by times unflexing hand...
In mosh pit played and stayed a while O Youth how it was grand... | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 12:28:20 PM | Good afternoon, thought i'd drop in
before other activities begin
in light of the poem that Tim just wrote
all of the sorrows and fears he spoke:
These pages offer not salvation
writing wrongs is not the same as righting wrongs
but know, before we even hear of your transgressions
you are forgiven, you are forigiven
Us strangers offer not creation
being friends is not the same as Being, friend
but know that what we have to offer is always freely given
hands will catch you, hands will catch you... | |
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TiMwM
| | Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 174 | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 1:25:39 PM | Hi bubblez...It was all blown out of proportion I think.
I really started it by teasing with you and we both had too much to drink.
listen...can you hear it...
The water flows under the bride.
The weekend is mearly a thing of the past.
And my beer is locked up in the fridge. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2006 1:37:19 PM | oh dear timm,
I must engage you and say,
It really ahd nothig to do with you,
It was anothers words that had me in dismay....
not even from you,
Not even on your thread.
He was harsh and cruel
in firstline last line instead....
yet i brought my anger
I brought it to a place of fun...
i am still so sorry my dear....
for you are a great and wonderful one....
I hear the water....
the trickling of the brook....
so i guess we will just leave it,
want some steak I am about to cook? | |
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