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Posted: 10/5/2008 6:00:22 PM | the world is lazy, we can take what we seek
the law of the jungle no friend of the meek
when ethics are slack the strong plunder the weak
in a variety of ways
optimistic football year
the source of many a tear
the Hawks more laughed at than feared
bring on 2009 | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 7:21:30 PM | bring on 2009
or in hebrew years 5769!
either way this last year
was one of great challenge and cheer
so much happened that felt like dodging mines
went through moving homes
and changing jobs many times
never mind numerous attempts at rhyming lines :) | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 8:14:02 PM | never mind numerous attempts at rhyming lines
i lost what i care about and lived thru high crimes
ive lost all my pennies, but still have my dimes
the world is not just, dont believe it
nothing can be lost, if its something we find
i know of no lost cost, the world can be kind
my ears have stopped hearing, tho i am in fact blind
you cant bull shit a bull shitter, lets decieve it | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 4:23:52 AM | you cant bull shit a bull shitter, lets decieve it
but finding swears in your poems
i'm having a hard time
to receive it
i understand it adds impact
and certainly expresses your truth
but i still find reading 'f*ck you' in these lines
really uncouth
nothing personal joro!...just finding those rhymes again :) | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 4:42:02 AM | 'but i still find reading 'f*ck you' in these lines
really uncouth'
then the rant i wrote in birds thread
you'll really want to lose
i thought this be a place to bare heart and soul
sometimes those words are the ones that fit just so
so, if you find me rude and really uncivilized
my i suggest kindly, just close those virgin eyes
(not directed at anyone...just playing with the theme...) | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 5:00:07 AM | my i suggest kindly, just close those virgin eyes
and while you're at it, close those virgin ears
keep your body to yourself
and then you'll have no fears
but you'll also have no hugging
or kissing or loving
you'll have nothing to share
and then even you might swear | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 2:24:15 PM | and then even you might swear
that the saints and sinners still walk
the hollowed grounds
where the huge old house once sat
silver mists casting filmy light
overhead underfoot
insulators flying off walls, old bottles
raising mystery once again | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 2:35:48 PM | raising mystery once again
lowering the boom with a pen
step to the left just to see
right on man , that`s the way to be
over and under with sideways down
watching the sky lying on the ground
dreaming of solving the when and why
I wipe the sleep from my eyes | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 3:13:11 PM | I wipe the sleep from my eyes
Remembering all the lies
Like dung covered with flies
Is this election year
Thank God I'm an independent
With the M's nowhere near a pennant
The neighbour's a delinquent tenant
I should count my blessings | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 10:54:26 PM | I will protect you,
desiring safety for your heart
words that touch a woman deeply
encouraging her never to depart
for such a haven is found so rarely
when one with wings clipped steps out
desiring to know that freedom
to be truly her, and to flit and fly about. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 3:39:09 AM | To Be truly her, and to Flit (oooh, I like that word, TY!!) and fly about
able'n her to still plant those feet firmly
upon the earth's land
solid in stance
Dancing to the tune's of all drums beating
Freeing the mind, heart and soul
Completing the release
Letting it all go, living for the today... | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 3:49:30 AM | Letting it all go, living for the today...
what else is there anyway?
memories now past
we know don't last
and projections into the future
can certainly give us a clue
but this is the day we are living
so let's live love the best we can do | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 3:58:27 AM | so let's live love the best we can do
the silver lining of my life
glows luminous as I ponder
my blessings and choices
why should I be concerned
if my breath can still sing
my body sway to that song
and my heart embrace it
(no worries here WA1, I was actually posting to Hammy's last line but you're poem came in ahead of me so I switched to your last line) | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 4:15:19 AM | and my heart embrace it
yes living for me is one part of life
and yet i can't ignore the rest of humanity
living with such strife in their everyday life
so perhaps i can help me and them equally
to stay aware that if I have no care
for those people 'over there'
it will come back and haunt me | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 12:33:20 PM | it will come back to haunt me
yeah, hopefully it does
sure hope that karma is a biatch
one who causes another's pain
needs to feel the sting of
one thousand arrows
aimed straight for their heart
piercing the surface of judgements so hard against it | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 12:48:52 PM | Piercing the surface of judgments
So hard against it yet still relentlessly irascible
Were I smothered in the bossum of salacious intent
Would I find myself hopelessly lost yet again
In tempestuous succor foregoing the impending regret
Days turn to weeks and inevitably weeks to years
Despite my fastidious fears and lascivious longings
Will I hold against others that which was in turn held against me | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 2:19:42 PM | Will I hold against others that which was in turn held against me
No! comes from someplace deep
All of us are faulty
Misunderstanding causing painful negativity
is what saddens me
What happened to empathy?
I really believe
forgiveness is the key | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 2:35:30 PM | forgiveness is the key
that always seems to be lost
by those who are least forgiving
by those who refuse to bestow it gracefully
with no recriminations or preaching
ahhhh, those holier than thous
who use forgiveness as a religion
they can conveniently wheel out when they sin | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 3:18:07 PM | they can conveniently wheel out when they sin
'cause Saturday nights they are out swilling gin
and Sunday mornin they'll be forgiven again
time heals but does't always erase the pain
my memory may get kinda fickle
when caught up in a pickle
and some days all I do is beech
whilst others I'm a dandy peach | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 8:21:19 PM | whilst others I'm a dandy peach
but yet for others i am out of reach
i am lost again, lets lie on the beach
for the future is tomorrow
the world wont rot on my next chord
dont head the call to get on board
dont spend more than you can afford
you'll be lost alone in sorrow | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 9:17:28 PM | Grateful to be alive
Is what you'd think I thought
Were I then of half a mind
I might then be half as far ahead
Rather instead to belabor that
Which I cannot hope to change
So should in fact I change my mind
I might not then be half as far behind | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 10:02:46 PM | I might not then be half as far behind
i might walk then to you up from behind
i might take things up because im kind
because your mine i might be blind
stare half at me i might be free
i think you may be due
i may bleed climbing an ole tree
i know a thing or two
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