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Posted: 9/27/2008 7:18:33 AM | it was a poem of 'sin'
between a man and woman
a drunken fling in lower manhattan
I dont want it remembered
I dont want it rememeberd
that homelessness brought us together
that my brother joined the army escaping from the government
i dont want it remembered
that my only one bag was
stolen sleeping in a subway
i dont want it remembered
that i slept in a shell of a building
or that decades later on my office floor
I dont want it remembered
we lived off spagetti and katsup
cooked over a garbage can neath a bridge
i dont want it written
that i ran from the Columbians
chased ghosts and hid from the police
i dont want it said
but i guess it needs to be told
cuz the street really f-cks people up
but if it must be told
make sure the Library of COngress is notified
of the brief additions to american urban history
and if it must be told
its so i remember that we all play a part history
to arrive at the places we do
(Oh crap-ignore this, i thought i was somewhere else. my apoligies all...)
(guess i should stay off the roads till the 2nd cup of coffee kicks in)
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Posted: 9/27/2008 7:29:07 AM | to arrive at the places we do
we tread water or go under
maybe someone comes to our rescue
maybe not
when we feel ourselves drowning
and all around are frowning
or ignoring our calls for help
we save ourselves....or not
sorry joro, wrote this before your edit...making coffee now, want some? :) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/27/2008 7:35:47 AM | we save ourselves ...or not
or simply enjoy being
too much time in my head
enough said
rather go outside and play
such a beautiful day
let's rejoice and sing
see what the day brings..
(weR1...no need to explain...just taught a unit on diversity and acceptance...am responding to that) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/27/2008 7:36:15 AM | we save ourselves....or not
through a confluence of will and fate
a combination of hard work and dumb luck
we deserve only partial credit
so we can help save others,,, or not
we can be an Other's hand of fate
we can listen carefully for calls for help
and still only deserve partial credit
(LOL WeAre1, yes, the java is starting to kick in. cheers!) | |
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Posted: 9/27/2008 7:52:57 AM | and still only deserve partial credit
some say it is destiny and fate
how our lives transpire
from birth to death
but on the day we expire
what we live through
may all be free will
yet now it's too late to edit
thanks rose....i understand now | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/28/2008 4:15:37 AM | yet now it's too late to edit
so be grateful for all we go through
even those decisions
that make us most remorseful
wishing we could have re-done
and perhaps taken a different direction
for life's strife can lead to happiness too
so find gratitude for all we go through | |
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Posted: 9/28/2008 11:11:40 AM | So find gratitude for all we go through
Or empty platitude for where we've been
Neither or either makes one sinner or saint
We are what we are and not what we ain't
We've walked where others have balked
We've talked where others have stalked
Round the mulberry bush we forever go
When we will stop we will never truly know | |
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Posted: 9/28/2008 11:55:31 AM | When we will stop we will never truly know
rolling along like a wheelbarrow
sometimes we can fly like a sparrow
and then quite suddenly
it's already tomorrow
and the path we've been on
points in a new direction
so we're off again with, magically, no sorrow! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/28/2008 4:58:45 PM | so we're off again magically, no sorrow!
the car is packed, road tripping tomorrow
we have all we need and dont need to borrow
we still have the genes of a nomad
Prepackaged vacations, inclusive resorts
sounds way too much like Stepford, I like the world's warts
there are seven seas and many more ports
lets just set sail and head that way... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/28/2008 5:20:20 PM | lets just set sail and head that way
the horizon is calling us to come n' play
floating the seas without a care
breathing the sweet fresh ocean air
drifting under the evening stars
drifting forever and goin' far
waves gently rocking us to sleep
these dreams are only for us to keep | |
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Posted: 9/28/2008 5:55:38 PM | (great follow and lead, R)
these dreams are only for us to keep
to lie on the deck without making a peep
some may say its life on the cheap
but the stars in the sky cant be valued
roll with the current when the waves dont break
pull into port, the sign reads "no wake"
the smell of salt spray is too hard to fake
the resturaunt wont have us, lets eat on the beach | |
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Posted: 9/28/2008 8:10:00 PM | At night with a friend
Beneath a canopy of stars
Crossed lovers intertwined
Hither to forever more and then
Passion warms chilled dimpled flesh
A tender kiss at last seals their fate
Friends first and friends last
Whilst lovers in between | |
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Posted: 9/28/2008 10:00:47 PM | Whilst lovers in between
a crowd of closest friends
their honeymoon begins on the beach
with guitars and mandolins
sundown to sun up
party will last a lifetime
a better match was never conceived
until one of them left in her prime | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 12:25:53 AM | Until one of them left in her prime
glancing over her shoulder
at the party she left behind
a soft grin spread across her face
she removed her shoes
and ran along the damp sand
stopping to gaze at the
abundant harvest moon | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 12:45:15 AM | stopping to gaze at the
abundant harvest moon
in the distance she can hear a tune
playing so beautifully as she climbs a dune
the sea calls to her
waves gently lapping the shore
the musician comes to join her
and together they cast away forevermore | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 5:38:35 AM | together they cast away forevermore
just a feather lying on the shore
the waves washing out all semblance of flight
as the dusk slowly turns into the night
the strolled so casually along the beach
no place in mind with time out of reach
twas just like all those postcards they'd seen
this holiday felt more like a dream | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 9:28:42 AM | This holiday felt more like a dream
Spun yarns cut short by the Fates
Hazy memories warming cold embers
The Winter winds hint at what's to come
Like Ice water on a fevered brow
Awake yet perchance still to dream
Of holidays spent in the arms
Of the one I dared to dream I'd love | |
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Posted: 9/30/2008 4:38:28 PM | Of the ONE, I, dare'd to dream, I'd LOVE
opening my mind and heart to taste the given candy
he even smell'd my feet, just to make me happy......lol
The Ghost and Goblins, this October's breeze will be bob'n....
For the apple of his eye, is I!
Pumpkin pick'n the patches, spice'n my cider
Haunting in my hearts' desire, he'll be with me toast'n the mellows
By the fire, that keeps burning, higher... | |
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Posted: 9/30/2008 5:54:51 PM | By the fire, that keeps burning, higher...
Heat and serenity, our personal pyre
sillouted shadows dance to the flames
we can share and laugh about our past shames
knots pop the sparks up to merge with the stars
campfire coffee. acoustic guitars
a Jimmy Cliff song, "Many Rivers to Cross"
out in the wilderness, we are One with no boss | |
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Posted: 9/30/2008 7:00:17 PM | how flame's dancing tongues inspire
how waters flow downhill re-transpire
how we do play, work and retire
to become children and rebound
from careless crowds of strangers to distant helpful friends
from speeding on the straight away to slowing 'round the bends
from a world designed for taking to one thats based on lends
when interest means kindness, it does not compound | |
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Posted: 10/1/2008 4:39:12 AM | when interest means kindness, it does not compound
and yet one can see perhaps it does quite clearly
one good turn does deserve and seems to serve another
a catalyst spreading a contagious form of loving kindness
and so it goes whatever energy we put out
is felt by all whether we are loving or shout
for nothing is missed, nothing ignored
we are incredibly sensitive beings except when we're bored | |
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