| Infinite Memories
Posted: 6/20/2007 3:21:09 PM |  Not that it wasnt wonderful...........just , I myself try to imagine life after all the mess..........lolll........at my age , I live it.......my young friend! I hope you as well look towards what you can do to change it! Do not dwell on the past.....seek a future...of the best! Your children will live , what you deem now! Keep that under your neck........and display it well!!!!!!!!!! hugs jules  | |
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| Infinite Memories
Posted: 6/24/2007 4:40:27 PM |  Memories......are our deep darkest fears......
keep us thinking what we lost...and need
Wonder what future brings?
Simply memories.......beautiful things...
say to me.......
be my best memory!
Let me make you my best memory!
simply say........I know.....
what I feel...............
oh............here we go...........
memories made...................
so sweet.......
and low...............
wow............
wanna make some more?
whoooooooohooooooooooooooo
come ere baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| A Prayer for Baby Jocelyn
Posted: 6/25/2007 6:11:29 AM | It has come to my attention recently through a friend in the pond that a couple of POFer's have an infant who has been experiencing some medical difficulties and it brings tears to my heart to hear of this. As a mom who for nearly three months watched my first born child daily not knowing if he would live or die, I can very much relate to the agony these parents are going through.
This is the information I have regarding her condition to share with all of you.......
Baby Joclyen is 6 Months to 7 Months in July..New Years baby..!! She is suffering from uncontrolled seizures at the moment with no known origin..They are running all kinds of tests on her..poking holes in everywhere..God love her..she is getting freaked out..needless to say!! Medication isn't working at this time for the seizures..what a joy she is honey..I can get her to just laugh out loud through the phone..I just love this Child
My deepest wish
for you dear child
is that your suffering
for now will only be mild
that soon God's hand
will reach down to you
stop this illness
bring you healthy so brand new
I pray that
soon this will end
from deep in my heart
this is a prayer Jocelyn
that I now do send....
I post this message here upon your thread, in hopes that all who read it may take a moment to send up a prayer for this helpless infant and that our prayers may bring this child out of suffering. Thank you Wicked....I am doing a 24 hour vigil on my thread, all are welcome to post prayers or poems there as their own contribution. :angel | |
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| A Prayer for Baby Jocelyn
Posted: 6/25/2007 7:22:39 AM | 
No greater memory can I know
than when an angel is our own
Tiny little angel , sweet
hold them in our heart to keep
Suffering within a childs heart
Is not right or fair...from the start
Heal this little angel....dear
Make her life....one without fear
Memories of children
our best.......
Keep them safe and healthy
Blessed little babes of love
Bring them health
in this we pray!
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Posted: 6/27/2007 8:17:18 PM | We lived a good long time
good things came
what did not become real?
Simply life.....
too young?
too hard?
We had it all baby
what we discarded
I often sit and gaze
to space
wonder why......
we didnt make it?
Never has a reason
seemed
what we thought
it all meaned.
Often know the reason why,
nothing about us....
another angel
flying
simply brought us together
again
Didnt make it...........
seems we lost our wings! | |
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| Congratulations .......in order!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: 7/3/2007 10:11:45 AM |
July, 3, 2007
Happy....infinite memory..............
A dear friend of mine got engaged today!
Marriage....a sweet promise
filled with sweet love!
Never forget the one up above
For he knew of it long before it was a gift
He said....let these two hearts come together , uplift
All of their love and sweet sweet songs
Let them sing as one......for ever and long!
So two hearts were found
forever their bound
Another happy ending..........
in our world....of not many!
So happy I can celebrate this today!
With Wabbit and Hunter
whom today come to play!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Infinite Memories
Posted: 7/4/2007 8:09:00 AM | ....like the whispers in the wind....I can feel the flow
Clap*Clap*Clap...beautiful...Clap*Clap*Clap | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 4:25:13 PM | Welcome Maryjane.......always know you are welcome again!
Memories were made this week....
friends that visited....very sweet!
Wabbit and Hunter.....
came into my view!
Friends we have been so long...
is true!
Finally here they were
Freaked me out.....within my view!
Happy times did abound...........
we are the same............
a bunch of clowns!!!!!!!!!!
Funny words....and silly things
happiness.....was just a thing!
Funny when you meet someone......
know it in your heart..........
but yet..........
until you meet......you feeel the love
Freindship is their other hand
Nothing did we find absurd
about the other.....
all concurred
Happiness....does abound
within the Wabbit....squirrell.......love
they found!
Hunter is a different story....man of love....
and man of glory....
never mean
never not a gentleman
Always....him..........
just him.......
I love that about both of em~
Friends...are just real and true
always there when you need em!
I will always now believe
Love can happen...........
just know it breathes.................
hugs ya two HOBO lovers~!~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: 7/6/2007 1:58:21 PM | So true that sweet memories
this past week for a trio of friends were created in mind
three loving hearts reached out to find
what will remain within their memories for all time
so interesting that this all began with poetic rhyme
sitting by fires speaking of music and past fun
joining together this trio laughed and came undone
a dog joined in on this friendship from the start
from his new friends minds he shall never depart
blanket fun watching bands and such
long bathroom lines were too much
sipping lemonade while being bit by ants
Wabbit should have worn pants
so many sweet little things in my mind
forever I shall be able to find
memories created with your sweet Jules
for you helped create memories that .....as always have no rules!!!
Thank you so much for having us my friend....you are a blessing in this world truly.....a one of a kind, genuinely real person with a heart of gold and dang girl you are funny as all heck...thanks for the laughs. Love always Hunter and Wabbit. | |
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Posted: 7/7/2007 6:59:19 PM | I posted a poem...and it got deleted...not really sure why. It is not inappropriate or offensive or anything like that.
Are there things you can and things you cant post in this particular thread?
(My writing was not deleted out of this thread...fyi.)
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Posted: 7/7/2007 7:04:34 PM | Hi fenninreffer, I would have no idea what or when you posted a poem...but I am sure did not delete it. Feel free to post it again! This is open for anyone to post....and if mods had deleted it....am sure they would have notified you. Maybe just something ....happend? When was it posted....this thread is for anyone....whom wishes to express and post a poem......no one is elite...or less than any other!
Feel free to post it again............and thanks for posting!!!!!!!!!! jules | |
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| Enjoyed this
Posted: 7/7/2007 7:11:42 PM | The many words portrayed Thu this string are bountiful to read and I applaud the wonderful writings I have been blessed to read.
May peace always be with you
WhiteWolfe
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Posted: 7/7/2007 7:12:10 PM | It was something I posted just today...and I got a message saying that the community had deleted it. Maybe because I didn't put it in a specific thread...and made it it's own thread? I dont know....lol...thanks for the feed back Jules!
I have not really seen anything like this in this particular thread...but I also did not read all 7 pages straight through...haha I wrote this from a real "something" I was going through..so here goes nothing
Craving, aching, need to breath
flesh touch flesh, heat ignites
eyes are blazing, feeling is right.
Mentally, physically yearn for you
virtually nothing I wouldn't do.
Like water to the barren soil
you feed my being, you feed my soul.
This feeling set in the pit of my stomach,
when I am with you it feels like home.
You're everything I have ever wanted,
I am so lucky to have you...as my own.
Something tells me that this is it...I am not sure what or why.
But to question the perfection of attraction, is like trying to change the color of the sky. There's no rhyme or reason, there's no crystal ball, where will we land after the fall?
In you I have found a happiness once lost, I was willing to find it no matter the cost. You came to me like snow in July, so unexpected, and beautifully rare.
I cant ever lose you, and what we've come to share, I hope you know, I will always be there. My eyes are much brighter, and my step so much lighter, to find the one person who feeds every fire is wonderful and amazing and almost unreal. You have to know now, just how I feel.
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Posted: 7/7/2007 7:24:42 PM | feffenreffer........That was very lovely .......and so sincere!
Isn't a love unexpected like you said......a snow in July? Something unexpected but so very lovely and deeply felt! I LOVED it! Feel free to post again....and hope this is something real that has happend for you!!!!!! hugs jules!
Whitewolf.........Thank you as well! Feel free to post something for us to know you by!!!!!!!!! hugs jules | |
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| Memories of the Past............................
Posted: 7/7/2007 8:16:59 PM | This inparticular poem is for my family!
~~~~~~~~~THE FABULOUS WATERLOO WONDERS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bunch of ole country boys....from Waterloo Ohio.....formed a basketball team.....way back in the 1930's......
Poor boys from the country could hardly even afford a basketball and a hoop!
They formed the most well known STATE CLASS "B" BASKETBALL CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM IN THE HISTORY OF OHIO!
THESE GOOD OLE BOYS....FROM WATERLOO OHIO WERE THE CHAMPIONS FROM 1934 AND 1935
THESE OLE COUNTRY BOYS WERE MY ANCESTORS...AND I HEARD ABOUT THEM FROM THE DAY I COULD TALK!
ORLYN ROBERTS, WYMAN ROBERTS, BERYL DRUMMOND, CURTIS MCMAHON, STEWART WISEMAN
A BUNCH OF GOOD OLE BOYS....LOVED BASKETBALL AND THEY HAD A CAUSE,
FRIENDSHIP......DROVE THEM
HARDSHIP MOVED THEM
WINNING WAS JUST A PLUS FOR THEM!
FANTASTIC FIVE.........THEY WERE!
INQUIRE TO ME......IF YA WANNA KNOW MORE!
DRUMMOND WAS MY MOTHERS MAIDEN NAME
A NAME OF HONOR.......
SCOTTISH......AND GOOD HARD WORKING MEN
LIKED TO PLAY A LITTLE BALL!
FOR YOU GUYS..........
AND ALL US KIDS.........
LOVES.....HUGSS UNCLES......
WE KNOW YOU ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Memories of the Past............................
Posted: 7/11/2007 6:27:34 AM | Hallo Lady Friend... For your lovely thread...
I AM UNICORN.
I am all the wonder in a young child’s eyes
The secret smile between lovers who pass by
I bring you the morning sun and warm night skies
I am whole truth and love, sweet Unicorn am I.
If ever you truly believed in a bed-time story
Of woodland folk and Mermaids from the sea
Believed, too, in all things of life’s natural glory
Then have whole-hearted faith and believe in me.
I fly through the heavens with Pegasus, my friend
And roam free in wild forests with brother Centars
I give you my love and all my blessings without end
And wish you only peace and a life without wars.
Truth, I am the magic of a rainbows majestic arc
The blue of the rivers and the loud roar of the sea
I keep you safe in all things, the light and the dark
I am your truth and your hope, believe in me. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 6:33:03 AM | THE DOVE AND THE DOLPHIN.
In love’s joy does alight the airy Dove
To ride the back of a Dolphin’s leap
So this mix of Air and Water’s love
Is then taken down to emotion’s deep
Past the snow of white-crested waves
Beyond the reflection of sun-lit blue
Deeper than where the Mermaids bathe
To where the pearls of wisdom first grew
And there, in the watery baptism of love
Did the angelic pair open their eyes
The emotional Dolphin and peaceful Dove
Knew their difference with heartfelt sighs
In your kind of air, I’m a fish out of water
Said the Dolphin, in saddened voice
And in liquid, It’s a swim to slaughter
Said the Dove, sad in equality’s choice
Should we stay together, in this situation
Cried the Dolphin in a hapless wail
In life, we will have no fixed station
Air and Water can’t mix, sad to tell
But we can be together if we can evolve
Exclaimed the wise and peaceful Dove
Our differences we can easily resolve
If Air meets Water in sea’s horizon of love | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 8:12:44 AM | Good morning , Ron. Lovely poetry you leave here for me, I so enjoyed reading these this morning! Thank you , my friend! How did you know , my secret love of Unicorns? I am a collector of this magical beast! As well, my tattoo , I wear upon my shoulder... with my sons name below...have worn it many years!
The second poem......so very lovely as well! I truly enjoyed it my friend!! Thanks!!!
What would you say to a Libran , born on the cusp? The last day of Libra...Oct. 22nd, 1958. I am wondering about your knowledge of Astrology, I hear you are very good with it, from a friend! hugs
Magical misty forest beast
You live among fairies, magical places
Dancing with beauty above all the rest
Vaporis mist brings your presence to bless
Upon wings of angels you prance within dreams
Displaying your glow , then gone with the winds
Lovely in sight, breathtaking view
I ride upon magical clouds
just with you
Carry me through all the darkness and pain
On to the light......magical emerald green
forests we cover , within all my dreams
Riding your white blanket , to heavens sweet gleam!
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Posted: 7/12/2007 11:03:46 AM | Sunshine moments I shall soon find...I am planning a trip down to that land of mine. Where my mother truely loved and lived, where she grew up...and I visited often!
A road trip down to the Southern Ohio roads
Alone I shall be....unless my son wants to go
Have not visited this place a long while
I remember the times when it made me smile
That long , long road called Route 23
I shall pack up my jeep and off to see
Have not visited in 4 or more years
Seems it always was sad , brought many tears
This long ole road...I see many things
remember the old days...and my heart sings
Places I remember now are long gone
Things are so different...but I travel on
Country roads , once I hit Oakhill
carry me on....against my will
Stop offs here and there, I enjoy alot
Country folk are the best and they smile much
A place I remember from many years ago......
as a child...a little torn tatterd shack on the road
A smiling man...very old and sweet...would sit out front
and he would happily wave....for years...he did this!
I missed him many years ago...gone he was....
little shack...just a shell
Missed his smile...his waves...and his pipe
within his mouth....and his little dog by his side!
This country road I traveled many times
brings so many memories , makes me cry!
I miss all those people ...all of these things
Places where sunshine met rainbows...it seems!
Reaching my destination , yet the best part to see
Driving the lone country road...just me
Deep into the holler of Sounthern country hills
Not a sound heard except nature...and tears
Passed that little church white with a steeple
The only one in sight....now is old...a little feeble
Buried a many ancestors there
Most beautiful ceremonies happend there
On to the holler.....the curves of the road
Must pay good attention....to the long road
Many lost lives on this road , it is true
Young men with speed....off a hill they did go
I always come to the big ole oak tree
at the end of the road...it shows where I should be
It leads me unto the graveyard on the hill
The place is so silent....and all is very still
I wish not to go there...yet I know that I should
my Jeep turns sharply up the gravel road as it would
Everytime....this is my first stop to see
All the loved ones I have lost, all those who knew me
I pull up the gravel ole dirt road........
park my jeep....as the music I hear comes from the radio
Sweet country music....always sad....just to me
Words of old times.....fill my heart with much glee
Tears begin to fall...as I sit there and cry
Looking upon all the folks I call mine
Graveyard is lovely.....silence is still
Country music plays for their hearts....is my will
Gather the piece of my heart and my soul
get outta the truck...and I slowly stroll
Amid all the tombstones , the loved ones I miss
The gentle wind flutters upon this hill....like a kiss
Walk each step....with a tear in my eye
Wander about , and I make many sighs
Pine trees stand tall...above loved ones I love
Sky is a bright blue ...with scent of angels above
After all of this tear stained adieu
I walk to the tombstone of my mother....I knew
I kneel with a flower....a tear always falls
I wonder just how many times her name I have called
After long standing....and speaking words from the heart
again in my jeep....I must leave...hate to part!
On to the gravel road...leads me on to a place
My great grandmothers house...where my uncle now lives
Each time I come...he gives me hug....
says Jules , you been cryin' agin.....come on in...hugs
We crack out a beer...and we sit on the porch
We laugh at old stories and we enjoy , oh so much!
He says you should visit more often...my dear!
I just smile and say...although my words are not clear
Paul, I cannot do this often.....
My heart is so sad.....I feel nothing but sorrow
He smiles and he says...Yes...I know
I just smile and say.....this place really does show
all the love in our lives....these roads...these places
I enjoy the sites.........but miss so many faces!
He does understand...and we sit for awhile
builds a big campfire...where we rest for awhile
Music of old...country music does play.....
Angels sing songs...in the dark.....sent our way!
Brought this over from Sunshine Moments...Wabbits thread....it really did make me want to visit there soon! | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 5:38:11 PM | The poems that I place here are taken from my memories as a boy.
I was raised in a very tough quarter of London's East-End and my poems are written in the language used by the East-Enders.
PEA-SOUPER.
In those good old days
When fog raised an 'aze
And toffs went round ‘Cock a Hoop’
When a dark curtain falls
And blocks in like walls
We’re all in the same bleedin’ soup
You really could place
Hands in front of yer face
Never quite sure where you’re goin’
It’s black as the night
Not sure what’s in sight
Though thieves have their eyes a-glowin’
But it’s nice for a snog
With a ‘Bird’ in the fog
A ‘Pea-Souper’ keeps nosey peepers out
Cause no-one’s viewing
Whatever you is doing
When bleedin’ thick fog and smog are about | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 6:34:10 PM | Ron....this poem brings a giggle and smile! Knowing you speak of your life as a boy!
I take it you were honery.....this words means.....a real little shit! In country terms...lol!
Hugs.......and thanks for that view of your life.....!!!!!!!!!!
We could all write one of the same... 
now you have me thinkin' of one.....
written about me....!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 7:25:24 PM | Hey Jules:
I'm not quite sure how I've missed this thread. I look forward to reading in here.
What a wonderful theme, especially for a past-looker like myself.
Here's what I guess is my first Halloween memory. Didn't even know 'twas Halloween at the time.
The big boy gang was nowhere in sight
this dark, moist, chilly moonlit night.
Under the carport trying to locate my siblings,
jealous toddler, as usual, no doubt slobber-a-dribbling;
my Dad, home from work, put me on his fat shoulders,
to the back yard, though I still saw no sign of my elders.
Then through the neighbor's yard to the dirt road back there
where each step sank in shadow and the sky was so high.
We walked along the edge of the woods and my fear grew nigh.
Where could they be, oh and what of Booger Bears and such!
Dad teased my anxiety, yet knowing, I could only stand so much.
Somehow he knew just which path to embark, though the quiet was perfect
and the undergrowth thick. A sudden light; me with no conception of trick.
All I remember was a bloody baby doll hung by its neck, and a fabricated cabin
I couldn't be made to enter. And my siblings running to me consoling. | |
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| Memories of the Past............................
Posted: 7/14/2007 8:54:36 PM | Hi my friend....a lovely memory you create!
I love to mingle in the past....and make words....spell our fate!
I have not even dared to create many on here................
this thread could go forever within my memories near
and dear..........
not that many would want to hear!!!!!!!!!
Simply memories to me......make me feel so dang free!
Like livin' again......the lovely places.........
or things!!!!!!!!!
Or the bad things............releaseeeeee...
and I just imagine............
them leaving............
so much better than holding...........
not to say they always do...........
Memories are enchanting..........
often.............depressing...........
But with each small release.........
within our hearts...........
they may leave...........
a part or a piece..........
alittle each time..........
until finally we wake..........
and they gently
leave the mind!
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Posted: 7/15/2007 12:14:20 AM | Indeed; memories are a part of our history-ego, though each use memory as a way of progressing or devaluating the life. Personally; I was raised, for the first nine years, in an orphanage, then brought to ther worst hell on earth England had at that time...But I loved it and adapted easily. In a way, I lived outside, looking in.
In this way, my memories of East-London is full of fun and laughter. These poems come from one of my books, called...'Pea Souper'.
Should anyone not understand some of the slang-words, I will explain them if asked for.
YUS, INDEED.
London’s East-End was a slum, old dears
A waste-hole for all the cast-offs and dregs
It weren’t no place for those who had fears
Only fit for the street-jobbers
The kids who roamed and learned to be robbers
I remembers, in those days, old dears
When kids had to learn the rules, to cope
Jugs were used to bring home the beers
Screaming kids, an army
A dozen or more made the mothers go balmy
Two-up, two-down, me house; me dears
With a cold-water tap in the back-yard
Young women looked a hundred years
They never took any kid’s crap
Nor the Old Man, with his leather strap
We urchins had a merry time, old dears
Dressed in rags, with plenty of dreams
We laughed through the hurts and tears
Living off our urchin wits
Till we wore those old blue borstal kits
It weren’t as bad as this poem appears
If you was one of us, old dears! | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 8:38:28 PM | I feel ya...on the moment
cannot know how it felt!
I would say my friend........you lived it...well!
And you lived it the best, you could!
As all of us do....
sounds very hard....I am glad you are whom you are!
Maybe without all of this......you would be not yourself!
I thank you for sharing these lovely things!
I know you must feel very much over the years!
life is just what we are dealt , it is true!
Some do with it.....very well.........
some don't .........
I am thinkin' you.....have been an exception!
You are kind...and true...........
But we have all lived our spent time.........
is true.....heh? | |
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