| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 6:53:06 PM | today I'm basking in the sun
she said
careful you don't burn your bum
he said
the rotation is the fun
for her
make notation she's the one
then he runs
as a shy shadow engulfs like a fog
he trips on a log into the bog
never to be seen again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 9:35:19 PM | Never to be seen again
She stood there in awe
The world had suddenly became
A virtual mass of flying
Whirly gigs, maple keys
Covering everything with their
Brown paper tails
The sky was coming down
Bombing the gardens, the cars, the grass
And all because
A fecund maple
Decided this was a good year to multiply. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 10:11:24 PM | decided this was a good year to multiply
they told me the word and i simply cried
with delight of the news
my new grandbaby due
in november
i look at the family of my son
a wonderful father he has become
soon they will have yet another one
am waiting so patiently | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/2/2008 5:59:30 AM | am waiting so patiently
creation of life amends
love, laughter
soft baby grins
loving the expectation
each step full of joy
healthy is best of all
rather a girl or a boy
(YAHHHH Rose! Congrats! ) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/2/2008 2:23:57 PM | Rather a girl or a boy?
goes way back to the sixties
ole Dan wasn't so obvious
he hung out with some pixies
Didn't have to shave
grew the hair long
lived in Greece in a cave
smoking his bong
Now we all know
but its nice to remember
he once had an April
though now he's in December | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/2/2008 6:53:55 PM | though now he's in December
his younger days he can still remember
sinews strong and blood running torrid
life was excitement and his style florid
ladies who knew him were many and quick
for they knew the man just could not stick
his energy and drive were so strong and intense
they would only know him in the present tense
to settle down was not in his cards
but now his memories are filled with shards
of broken promises he knew would not keep
the price of his charm was pretty steep
for now as he sat in his chair all alone
no one would write or call on the phone
he'd burned all bridges to places of love
so now looked for solace from up above
Godlike is how he always saw himself
but now a dusty book lying on the shelf
with chapters inside full of remorse and regret
a sad sad story that's not over yet
But what is to live for to someone who dined
on all of the fruit that grew on the vine
he picked all the flowers then let them die
and now it was his time almost nigh
to pause and reflect, something he'd never done
hadn't the time, having too much fun
but now with the sun half into tomorrow
laughter and complacence turned into sorrow
Did he really have to live on like this
where were his friends, where was the bliss
were they holding grandchildren in their arms
fulfilled far more than by his charms
on the dusty shelf counting seconds, a clock
as loud as a hammer hitting a rock
then bouncing around inside his head
such pain and loneliness and fear and dread
a life lived fast just cannot last
it is never rewarding to regret your past
so sew the seeds of your own fruit tree
and when it flowers, just let them be | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 7:40:54 PM | Cool write Iceaxe......
And when it flowers just let them be by vine tied wisdom a rope few see..
They list when walking eyes drifting feet
But really from heart is where they leak
They gather close to failing ghost but truly dying a walking corpse
Smile is timid scars run deep
Their voice seems small a spirit meek
They may ask themselves what should I seek?
While tears fall heavy a silver streak
O yes the days by gone they linger
While dreams are haunted by bone white finger
Pointing, reaching, grasping, ripping
Pale eyes that keep them slipping
A by gone era he loved them well
His passion brought an edge he fell
This prince of princes, king of romance
But would he trade it?, not a fuckin chance!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/2/2008 9:50:48 PM | "But would he trade it? not a f***in chance!"
Romantic notions
Leave them not unturned
For each stone on the road
Is a talisman of lesson lessons learned
The taste of freedom ripe with jaunty air
Although preferable to some
Can lead to a life of bitter loneliness and despair
Open your eyes chivalry has not bid adieu
It’s the timeless c*o c*k *le s of wasted ambitions miscued
Genteel pleasures come in many colours
If you can fly let space unleash your clear cognition
Come backwards although it’s difficult to walk the cobbled streets
Pass the lamplight freshly lit for those who wish to meet
The ghost of fear or tardiness stop the hands upon the clock
There is no time like the present
To line your wishes up in rows upon the shipyard docks
Some may say its fate to find the answers dearest to your need
Those who are callous disregard it as frivolous greed
The coach is waiting and inside the journey into self
Heal by truth introspection and plant your seed
In the womb of faith, your efforts will not bleed. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 10:29:03 PM | your efforts will not bleed
your well of goodwill dry
I know that you're tired
almost too tired to try
and yet forgiveness flows
in every breathless sigh
you know no other way
you'll love until you die
cos loving is just living
and until the well runs dry
your ways of gentle giving
let your spirit fly
I want to fill the well
lift your loving high
not drain you with my pain
but give you sea and sky
but I tread on my own feet
and am still too shy
to hold out my heart as you do
and dare you to bleed it dry | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 10:51:15 PM | Beautiful Rune.......
And dare you to bleed it dry
No, I bleed to only try
see
I have from veins to the foremost cry
I live reclusive in seclusion meant
as it where, from heaven sent
I know the ashes, a love as frozen
meant to last, a gifted moment
Yet bare no tears why such a cost?
who could be?, by whats been lost?
rune, I know your joy
I give to you, tears of the boy
I have no doubt, you see right tho
but alas, I see you too
Your wisdom, is felt and known
I raise my glass
respect be shown.
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LOL | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 2:11:06 PM | an important lesson learned
in the school of hard knocks
has nothing to do with fashion
or the pairing of your socks
superficial coatings
though pretty, can't hide
the essence of your being
how you look on the inside
if you can't perceive yourself
and want to see things clearer
you are reflected in those around you
let that be your mirror | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 5:04:02 AM | let that be your mirror
the reflection that you see
the love that is shared
when you look at me
for which upon i gaze
is splendor in the light
spirits are raised
such a noble delight | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 5:16:52 AM | such a noble delight
I bled in your cries
Blood in the afterglow
Hindsight...
I found and you allowed me
I never knew how to ask
You pulled the knife
I smiled knowing there's tomorrow
Without a façade
I should never allowed you to shed
A tear in my tomorrow
…hindsight :94:
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Posted: 6/4/2008 7:49:54 AM | Hindsight #94
Classes beginning in room 24.
You'll need folders and pens
for your ifs, whats and whens,
and a circular file
for regrets while
we seek to learn from the past
at last
(Had to insert # - the thread substituted a cat for :94:) | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 7:57:09 AM | nice one Margot
at last
looking behind
looking around
aware of the surroundings
lest you fall down
familiar with the place
in which you have fell
whether heavenly, dirty,
your own personal hell
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2008 9:04:46 AM | your own personal hell
created from circumstance
get ready for your release
life, grace, and another chance
stand and walk,don't look back
the city falling, the past left behind
into the horizon, breaking on a new day
letting go of yesterdays, freeing your mind | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 10:10:35 AM | wow, what a lead. the world is round..... eyes-your lead saved my day.
letting go of yesterdays, freeing your mind
i just walked off my job
for calling my board pres a f-ing idiot
cuz he is
fifteen years of fighting for social justice
over in a day but never over
letting go of yesterdays, freeing my mind
i will find a way to continue my usefulness | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 4:54:43 PM | i will find a way to continue
my usefulness
now that shackles are freed
walking off the cliff i find
i soar farther than my dreams
i breathe
filling my lungs with
possibilities of the unknown
excitement of a new day
knowing the harmed, injured, poor
need a strong hand
i breathe out these issues
devising a new plan
(joro...breathe in deeply, smile out gratefully....hey, it works for me!!!) | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 5:49:32 PM | Yes indeed Rose!!!!
Joro:
Devising a new plan
Never know where you'll land
"With every door closing,
a better, newer, brighter one shall open!!"
I too have done that stunt!!!!
Refreshing to have a new start
Worry not for what may come
your plan has been devised before ya made the run
Never regret what you do!!!
Look forward to the future
and KNOW, this is the beginning of something better
Walk close to your heart desire's
You will Prosper...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2008 6:10:30 PM | you will prosper
make it so.
dream the dream
watch it grow.
you will prosper
the secret is shared
profit from living
the dream you dare | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2008 10:17:27 PM | the dream you dare
to let become real
life is not fair
but live it with zeal
all for a reason
that I don't doubt
how often we dream
but don't play it out
now is your chance
give life to your dreams
even the ocean
began as a stream
(been there done that, joro. best of fortune to you) | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 7:05:21 AM | even the ocean began as a stream
a dream arose from a thought
caught in sleep's cobweb net
yet made real by gentle night
righting daytime concerns
yearns to make known
its own truth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2008 7:18:16 PM | Yearns to make known
its own truth
by the actions
not the words
or promise's broken
step'n forth into the unknown
Every road could lead to something.... | |
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