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Posted: 7/16/2009 7:21:48 AM | stolen words with so much to say
from the early years i beg a few more
and even the lyrics of songs we did sing
to my heart still that yearning brings
did you say that or did someone else
do years hide the author's face?
and today we speak of tomorrow's dream
and the past buys its due so it seems
and z!!! loved the chordplay  | |
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Posted: 7/16/2009 7:52:05 AM | And the past buys its due so it seems
While we worry of today we miss dreams
Yesterday is gone, so forgotten
We learn to suffice, we are rotten!
In life we can live , we can die
It all is a question of why?
Is your garden aglow? Do you even know?
Is tomorrow a blank when you cry? | |
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Posted: 7/16/2009 9:20:35 AM | Is tomorrow a blank when you cry?
Can you see through the tears in your eyes?
Magnifying what was there
always takes the lion's share
Breathe ..... logic can take over when I breathe
I dislike fighting with myself
I came, I loved, I lost ... or
Did I win the lion's share, after all? | |
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Posted: 7/17/2009 7:47:20 AM | had my share of those on gurneys
wobblie wheels of shocking pain
never wanted much to make the journey
though every life needs some days of rain
then later on when the sun reappears
water droplets glisten like diamond
a small sacraficial pain can bring happy tears
like a wedding night and loss of a hymen | |
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Posted: 7/17/2009 3:51:47 PM | ((tag ... I'm it!))
like a wedding night and loss of hymen
is not the same for all
I've heard it said some women go through the wall
locked in the restroom the rest of the night
trying to dispel her terrible fright
she wanted to run
for sexual contact she was to young
there's no escape, she belongs to him now ....
((Seaz ... wish I'd known you were writing also!!! LOL!! ((HUGS!!))) Next writer, please take your pick. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2009 10:23:04 PM |  Awww!!! 
One woman cums in a contorted suit of mink
blissfully releaved she joins the others
tangle of arms and legs
soft and silky ... makes one want to lick each one
senses overload ... she cums again
taking with her a sister of her own soul
we need more men around here ....
then they hear the doorbell | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 12:16:50 PM | then they hear the door bell
slowly he walked to the door
he knew who it was
his gut told him
in a message which ran to his head
dress blues standing at the door
Sorry to inform you ...
your soldier is no more | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 12:48:11 PM | your soldier is no more
could i see his face
above the weeds
above the fence...
fillies wait-the oat pail hangs
on a rusty old hook
by itself every day
waiting for manumission | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 1:43:08 PM | waiting for manumission
assuming the position
time dragged across the gloom
leaving an empty wake in the room
a signal from shore fell into the shadows
before anymore fish were caught with marshmallow
this mellow feeling would only grow morose
for the border was guarded by many a harsh fellow | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 1:56:47 PM | by many a harsh fellow (I cheated, yes, I did)
was tickled and cajoled into
thinking the sun fell into the sea
but left no rough trace of yellow
behind only the blues on
the spinning disc - crude
progression of fate and just-
ice of the winter met hard on | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 9:40:33 PM | Ice of the winter met hard on,
Bleak, cold, unyielding, and ashen,
How might that icy heart be won,
Melted with the heat of passion.
A deep icy blue in those eyes,
Hypnotically draws me in,
Making me forget all the why's,
Falling in love's whirlpool I spin.
I trust that the warmth of my love,
Will melt the ice-dam that thwarts me,
To finally crack it and shove,
Revealing a heart finally free.
Like nightingales courting in spring,
Two warm hearts together will sing.
~ Oops! Wrong place! ~
Ice of the winter met hard on,
Rejected it shriveled and died,
Knowing all its chances were gone,
Dejected and weeping it cried.
It shriveled and shrank to its core,
But somewhere it heard a faint sigh,
Encouraged and hopeful once more,
Elated it reached for the sky. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2009 10:02:59 PM | Elated it reached for the sky,
Some lucid arrow I contrived,
To turn my heart onto bigger things,
Like a smile, a dream, or I.
Some sweet circumstance
Will spark our dance,
Perhaps to feel again,
Waking from the haze, perchance.
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Posted: 7/18/2009 10:03:42 PM | Elated it reached for the sky,
Some lucid arrow I contrived,
To turn my heart onto bigger things,
Like a smile, a dream, or I.
Some sweet circumstance
Will spark our dance,
Perhaps to feel again,
Waking from the haze, perchance.
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Posted: 7/18/2009 10:04:26 PM | Elated it reached for the sky,
Some lucid arrow I contrived,
To turn my heart onto bigger things,
Like a smile, a dream, or I.
Some sweet circumstance
Will spark our dance,
Perhaps to feel again,
Waking from your haze, perchance?
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Posted: 7/18/2009 10:05:44 PM | Elated it reached for the sky,
Some lucid arrow I contrived,
To turn my heart onto bigger things,
Like a smile, a dream, or I.
Some sweet circumstance
Will spark our dance,
Perhaps to feel again,
Waking from your haze, perchance?
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Posted: 7/19/2009 2:05:29 AM | waking from your haze, perchance,
a fog not lifting but for gentle tugs
of reason, not withstanding rhyme-
slapping rhythm only maritime
can know, as freshly flowing waters
rushing to the sea meet tidal bore-
and leave you flattened as you were;
convinced the haze, perchance, apt fare | |
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Posted: 7/19/2009 2:51:29 AM | convinced the haze, perchance, apt fare
but through the haze....what goes there?
a ghostly looking entity
but full of light to my delight
filling me with love and empathy
nothing at all to give me fright
a gentle face smiling down on me
and in her eyes are tears I see | |
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Posted: 7/19/2009 4:56:12 AM | to love you as I do
is the most natural thing on earth
to withhold my heart
I would only hurt myself
I see in you the beauty
the truth of life
offerings from your heart
may you sing of love forever
((Hugs ... you crack me up  )) | |
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Posted: 7/19/2009 10:33:59 AM | your love may only one day
shine brighter than the sun
lose direction in the blinding fun
let not doubts be your sway
your heart may start with a flutter
your eyes cloud over in joy
like a toddler with that new toy
this part's easy until feeling now stutter
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Posted: 7/19/2009 11:35:37 AM | this part's easy until feelings now stutter
you want to express but don't dare utter
the words you fear will end the happiness
perhaps by delving into deeper aspects of closeness
you moved beyond the safety boundary
into areas you know are sensitive territory
you want to feel you're in this together
but you know deep down you're friends, not lovers | |
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Posted: 7/20/2009 5:51:50 AM | but you know deep down you're friends not lovers
cause nothing happened beneath the covers
some hide and seek and two tickled egos
and in the morn some coffee and bagels
the crumbs leftover the pillowcase choked
by giggles and jokes o'er who naught got poked
the dog's on the bed and brought toys for playin'
kitty's a- staring blankly, just sayin'...
(i want to follow hugstable's ditty
hectadactylic sweet sonnet - pity!) | |
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Posted: 7/20/2009 9:21:40 PM | Kitty's a-staring blankly, just sayin'...
Hear you do some pretty fancy shootin',
With that big gun of yorn Marshall Dillon,
Can I handle a gun you're darn tootin',
And I'll show you with yorn if yer willin',
Don't worry Matt I won't charge you for playin',
Come on upstairs and I'll prove it's no joke,
I know just the way to make your gun smoke.
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Before I step on a hundred toes,
What the heck's a dactyl?
Will you make me cry a hundred woes,
For poems infantile?
These are questions that linger,
like are you giving me the finger?
I liked your last ditty,
For as poetry goes,
It was different and cogent and witty.
(In plain language: nice one, Luria!)
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Posted: 7/20/2009 9:49:42 PM | I know just the way to make your gun smoke
Even when I knew an ending was wrote
Barely an utterance , given no name
My picture didn't grace any part of your page
If only I could have seen in your heart
letting me know if I ever played a part
A pane, a window; for me to look through,
I could have known sooner; I meant nothing to you
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Posted: 7/20/2009 11:10:30 PM | I could have known sooner I meant nothing to you
when you slept turned away day after day
I knew it was more than a clue....
Our inability to share our love just wouldn't do
internally we lived just passing through
externally our vows were no longer true ....
For neither of us could really break through
the wall had grown stronger and blocked our loving view
infinite 'light' :) .....no thread is private here (as far as I know :)....welcome!! | |
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