| | LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 linesPage 317 of 347 (307, 308, 309, 310, 311, 312, 313, 314, 315, 316, 317, 318, 319, 320, 321, 322, 323, 324, 325, 326, 327, 328, 329, 330, 331, 332, 333, 334, 335, 336, 337, 338, 339, 340, 341, 342, 343, 344, 345, 346, 347) | It may be time the house was sold
I hope they decide to sell it to me
I am trying to do everything that I am told
By the real estate agent Graham P.
I find this all very exciting
It's my first ya know
I plan to make my new home very inviting
It will be a home, not just for show | |
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Posted: 11/11/2009 10:24:27 PM | it will be a home not just for show
to share a love beyond what we know
raising the roof to see the stars glow
we swim in our lagoon here below
walking together in bad weather
coming home to light a cozy fire
heating our hands with warm apple cider
heating our hearts as the flames soar higher | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 3:03:06 AM | Heating our hearts as the flames soar higher
Ice within can be thawed with the fire
Of love and of purity of spirit and soul
The body a mere vessel for these to control
Our actions and words indelibly marking time
A printworks of our being - original and sublime
Or a voyage into disturbia for some who are truly lost
May they be found in this lifespan to avoid a deadly cost | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 6:54:29 AM | May they be found in this lifespan to avoid a deadly cost
life is what you make it, not what you gross
a winning experience can be gained,
if health, friendship and love be maintained
So love someone today or at least be happy
satisfied and content and not so crabby
These directions I will tell myself
Enjoy what you can and stay in good health
Davm another year older, I wish I could say smarter, richer, prettier.
Guess not though   
 Still laughing after all these years | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:56:48 AM | Got to keep smiling Sinlov 
Enjoy what you can and stay in good health
A man's measure is not weighed out in wealth
What an individual's worth is stamped on the soul
And the heart - not on the proverbial clothing roll
Pay no attention to labels worn on the outside
But instead consider the inner label which does reside
Underneath the surface - underneath the skin
For that's where the treasure is truly lurking | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 8:44:30 AM | that's where the treasure is truly lurking
said the grandfather as they entered the cove
if we're lucky, and we are, by george
we'll go home with quite a trove
as the morning mist rose from surface unkissed
by the slightest breath of breeze
the sound of the oars echoed from the shores
and their love was admired by the trees | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 12:27:08 PM | and their love was admired by the trees
the birds and the bees had nothing on these
the measure of her pride wasn't in between her thighs
and his charachter was not a prize hidden in his wallet
The best of the best lye inner at best and wasn't to hard to see
to really look hard there wasn't a charge everything felt free
the kiss as they reminisce, walks in the park, the good the bad
fights they had, were all canceled by the love that was had.... | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 12:37:19 PM | And their love was admired by the trees
As they laid in the grass holding hands
All you could hear was the breeze
As it whistled through the long strands
Her heart was beating so fast
She sooooooo wanted this moment to last
And he knew he wanted to kiss her sweet tender lips
Cought in this moment of sweet smelling rose hips | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:04:35 PM | Caught in this moment of sweet smelling rose hips
His hands on my own and his lips on my lips
Tempetuous tossing what rose into bliss
And the bridge tween earth and sky trembles
Touch now the meadow, touch now the banks
Of the river that climbs to flood our sweet lands
Overflowing with bounty what love remands
To the brushstrokes of heavenly tumbles ... | |
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joro
| | Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 7910 | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:28:48 PM | To the brushstrokes of heavenly tumbles
to the beauty marks of long lost rumbles
for things re-emerge from that which crumbles
there is time to strengthen the foundation
from lost days, dark and demeaning
to years uncontrollable, speeding, careening
in moments of grace, it takes will for meaning
to realize a new day's sensation | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:37:50 PM | to realize a new day's sensation
of possibilities never dreamt
there is a new found realization
but it wasn't what i meant
never thought i would be saying this
but i'll reap what i sowed
thought it would be sunshine and rainbows
how was i to know? | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:55:41 PM | how was i to know where my crazy life would go?
how was i to see where it would take me?
going back to when i was three
hardly rocking on my daddy's knee
more like hiding from him belting me
taught me to be somebody who was angry
someone who spoke out too strongly until finally
many years later forgiveness set me free | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 10:48:54 PM | many pardons, I thought I was in another thread....
forgiveness set me free
I hardly knew
how cumbersome
my bitterness could be
anger
was an awkward form
a burden
downing me | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 11:18:18 PM | OOPS....sorry, was not quick enough and would have had to start over!lol
Just pass on right around me.... :) Also did not do eight lines...been a while!
My bitterness would be
a fell-off part of me
left in a growth spurt,
laid oft to the side
Distance made smallen
the left-behind sickness
where joy then filled me
and showed a surprise
My bread of then laughter
was coated in bitter
leaving not mentions
of what hid me inside
Till my fill of it eaten
left sour this creeton,
me and myself did collide
One part went with me
the other to bury
as new eyes opened wide
seeing others in journeys
with their candles in darkness
leaving bits as they walk
such as I | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 11:27:33 PM | such as I
To question myself behind a realm of immortality
Am I the shepherd or the heard
Marching off to battle commanded by a man I've never heard
If I die
Will anybody mourn me and cry
Will I walk around earth haunting the very grounds I walked as a man
Or will I smother into oblivion becoming an angel among millions like grains of sand | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 2:50:38 AM | will I smother into oblivion
becoming an angel among a million
like grains of sand upon the shore
being cleansed and rocked by the water....
millions of angels like grains of sand
sparkling in the sunlight when viewed just right
where people walk hand in hand or sit upon the land
pondering life's motion watching the ocean..... | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 3:04:01 AM | Nice weare1 didn't know anyone could so elequently match me :)
Pondering life's motion watching the ocean
As we balance the new moon with a harp of the golden sun
As the twilight encircles us drawing each breath to a new age on the scale of the gods
What's your biggest obstacle you have achieved with pride
A beautiful child getting christianed born to new earth sacred oil annoytment
Long ashore new breath drawing in inner life to the harmony of the dust on the ground
We all grow older to become one of the balance
Till next we meet | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 3:36:43 AM | Till next we meet
Only time will tell
Can't break the spell
Nor determine retreat
The sound of gentle feet
Treading dreams and days
Leaving footprints in heartbeat
Caressing soul in a purple haze | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 4:15:56 AM | caressing soul in a purple haze
holding us while we're lost in this maze
magical moments come many days
but then there's a sudden sad feeling
a deeper grief that starts revealing
extra sensitivity crossed with getting angry
over so much injustice found in society
feeling the depth of our inhumanity | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 6:36:02 AM | feeling the depth of our inhumanity,
at the end of basic training, with my new comrades,
thousands of us, we walked all night,
strung out single file in bright moonlight
across the easy kentucky hills, our rifles shouldered.
the next morning, free of madness, wearing home clothes,
i found my way alone to the center of an empty field,
i knealt down, slumped into myself, and wept. | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 6:59:19 AM | i knealt down, slumped into myself, and wept
amazed at all the tears i kept, forever
allowing all feelings to flow
it was me who i began to know
as dawn began to light the day
there was nothing more for me to say
starting to live with open eyes
i began to hear the eagle's cry | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 8:47:29 AM | i began to hear the eagle's cry
on first day of my wandering
and against the blue the peaks rang true
and got my mind to pondering
if we all could see above the trees
and look down on what's been bestowed us
then look to the inhospitable heavens
we would know that nothing's owed us | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 7924 | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 2:43:45 PM | we would know that nothing's owed us
for all will stay behind as we leave this sheltered plane
the name too will be lost to deeds of the past
as futures mix and match the genes that remain
with a toss of the dice we try through closed eyes
luck could flow inside this doman of dreams
as moss grows nicely up high above your sighs
trucks stop you know when the train whistle screams | |
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joro
| | Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 7925 | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 3:17:37 PM | trucks stop you know when the train whistle screams
or at least they do so in my dreams
when i see that kid sprinting for orange creams
I cant help but yell get out
the poisons i soaked up are what keep me going
but its time to head upstream so we best keep rowing
we are moving backwards 'gainst the current Im knowing
its well past time to twist and shout | |
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