| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/14/2009 10:23:00 PM | What then is it to waste a life
When the truth exists before your eyes
Why delay what is right
When in the heart the truth resides
Why put off what is meant to be
When deep within there is no doubt
Why run with fear from what will be
Speak from the heart and truth will come out | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/18/2009 3:39:36 PM | Thanks for dropping by and sharing your words Seahorsey. I hope you'll feel welcomed back again.
The eraser of time tries to remove the remnants of the past
But some bonds are written in permanent ink
For I love you, still
Then, now, and always | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/19/2009 2:41:48 PM | The body is drained
Brain exhausted
Eyes beg for sleep
And the day is yet to begin
Sometimes there are thoughts to why? ... why? ... why? ... WHY?????????????
But then there's a child's voice and smile that answers the question left unasked | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/21/2009 12:40:03 PM | I almost can't believe that I don't have any fans of my poetry ... LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL Notice, I said almost ... hahahahaha ... but then again, I was never one much for pretending anything or kissing behinds. Maybe one day, I might have a fan ... maybe. NOT.... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I guess it is sweet in it's own weird way
To segregate and divide
To separate the cool from the uncool
To pat those that you like on the back
And give honor to their theatrics
Maybe it is sweet to lay down the feathered road
And wipe the dirt from hands and feet
To sing the praises and write the odes for those that are liked
After all, only those that are liked in social circles receive the accolades and appreciation
While the outcasts are never appreciated or given acknowledgment until after they are gone
And of course, I know and realize I am not a poet
There are no misguided delusions here
I know that I am not nor never will be in the popular group
Because I just can not fake it or pretend
Nor will I ever conform to those that standardize acceptance into their little niche
I am me
And I really could not ever possibly care any less whether I am liked or not liked
That is something that I have no control of
Know me once and you will know me forever
As a writer of words, I may have no fans
But a writer I may not be
And it is true that the only fan I may have in life is my son
But you know what .... that is perfectly fine with me | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/21/2009 7:46:40 PM | Yes, well JD ... make that three fans. 
The road less traveled isn't so bad you know?
I never have believed in popularity contest,
we are who we are and that's about it
I believe that is the way most people feel about it
I do pop in from time to time to read instead of write
I'm sorry that I haven't left a poem for you before now.
There are some wonderful poets here on POF.
I do not profess to be one of them
but I think I hold my own fairly well.
Keep on keeping on brother ... that's all any of us can do.
Hugs to the baby boy ....
They are always babies if they are our children,
wouldn't you agree?
See you around ... keep writing.
 sunshine
... You've had a lot of great pooets stop by .... did you forget them? | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/23/2009 7:56:58 AM | I can only imagine
everyday life
with no one to share it
In small ways
we are blind!
The last whisp of wind
that blows back
your hair
Like being alone
yet someone is there!
If clouds ever gather
or, tears fall about
heart feels heavy
eyes , can't hear a sound
Know I am . . around!
:) | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/25/2009 12:09:39 AM | Awwwww ... aren't you two ladies the sweetest ... and much too kind. Thank you, hummingbird and sunshine, for your most endearing words. Of course, I have not forgotten all of the most very wonderful kind souls that have dropped by for a visit and that have shared their kind comments and poetry contributions as well. So many times my heart has been touched by the kindness ... and you are correct that my son shall always be my baby. Thank you both so very much for dropping by and I hope you all will continue to feel welcomed back again. Have a great day. JD
"Forgotten and unappreciated pets"
Doesn't even get looked at anymore
Just a visual representation of time once shared
A loyal, dedicated friend that showed enthusiasm throughout
And had a special and unique way of unconditional love during the good and bad times
Never truly asking for much
Just to be loved in return
Funny, or maybe not, how time changes people
Still the excitement is there when eyes are glanced upon
But alas, all that remains is a half-hearted, semi-reluctant pat on the head
And maybe the words good boy or good girl said in a most unenthusiastic tone
Words of acknowledgment of existence but the brevity of the moment in which it all seems so insincere
I guess pets exist in both human and animal form | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/25/2009 3:03:31 AM | I guess pets exist in both human and animal form
Isn't that the truth!?
That is one of the better things about being single
Not being a pet or having a pet that needs your attention 24/7
My ex was jealous of our son ...
I honestly didn't know people could be jealous of their own offspring
but they can .... and they are ... and it makes life harder for everyone.
What doesn't kill ya only makes you stronger .... I believe that.
Thanks JD | |
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| In the end, do we even matter at all anyways?
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:31:02 AM | You are very much welcomed sunshine ... thanks for dropping by and sharing your words. I hope you'll feel welcomed back again and that you are having and will continue to have a great day. JD
"Monday morning ramble of a lonely man"
Ya know, speaking of kids and stuff
My son truly humbled me today
Just totally kinda blew my mind type of stuff
I suppose it is true that I have been kinda down lately
And I have been feeling kinda sad
And as I was just having conversation with my son
He asks me, "why are you talking like that dad?"
Of course, I'm like totally lost about what he is talking about
And I ask him, "Like what?"
And he said to me, "you sound like you are so sad."
Even though I was smiling and laughing and joking around and stuff, like most always
He could actually hear the sadness in my voice
And I'm like kinda quiet for a few seconds just totally in astonishment before saying anything else
And now as I sit here and just reflect about life
And laughing from the memory of it
It was a long time ago
I mean a long time ago
Man, I'm getting old
Laughs
Anyways, I remember that I had never intentionally tried to get sarcastic with anyone
Now, I probably had some time or another
I mean, when we were younger my entire family went yard saling
And we get near this house and my sister says an innocent comment
"That basement must really be under the house."
And I say to her
"Where did you expect it to be, on the roof?"
And laughing even more
Well, more like smiling on the outside, but laughing on the inside
I remember being a teenager about fourteen or fifteen, I suppose
And I got a stereo for Christmas
It had a cassette tape recorder and a microphone
And I did intentionally irritate my dad just to get his voice on tape
I did kinda provoke him in a way
And he ended up saying to me
"Son, you have a motor boat mouth and a steam boat (behind)"
And being a little turd, I played it over and over a few times and just laughed
Finally he made me give the tape to him and he destroyed it
Why I am sharing these things for, I don't know
Maybe it is to laugh in an attempt to hide this massive amount of loneliness that I feel
I don't really like days like these but I am thankful just to be able to experience them
I guess it can be kinda difficult sometime to know exactly what it is in life that you want
And not be able to have it
For there are some things that are beyond our control
Having belief in God and faith doesn't erase all of the feelings
It does help
But in the end
I am just a man
And I do bleed | |
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| What I like About ...cHU! :)
Posted: 7/28/2009 2:44:50 PM | Always kind , caring and upright~!
Never a bad word has passed your pen
I always know inside you are allright!
A gentleman in every aspect!
Someday you will find the one!
That takes you off your feet!
Makes you sing a new song~!
I Hope she appreciates you well~!
cause this just different Man ,
is so damn swell! :) hugszz :) | |
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| What I like About ...cHU! :)
Posted: 7/28/2009 8:00:50 PM | “another poet honored ”
I love the way paint,for sure this is a true gift
man you really write poems,and breath life to them
this ones will be here to live,long even after you are gone
I remove my cap ,just to honor your work
I am not best of a writer but I am best of a reader
I will always be back,to see how many you created
carry on writing.**applause**  | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/1/2009 6:45:22 AM | *vanilla scented*
the pain weighed me down
flushed, unable to function
i run my fingers through the tap
then thru my hair
to feel the cold drops of water trinkle down my neck
it cooled me down
the pain subsides
i reached for the soap
not any soap that is littered about
the antibacterial or the kids' strawberry
but my kind
vanilla scented
i purposely wanted to smell like a woman ... again
seems pain rendered me into some kind of twisted creature of the earth
tortured or condemned to eternal pain of some kind
any kind
the chipped pink paint is noted
I need to redo my nails i think to myself
ahh summer
the only time i venture beyond the pale neutral colors
i smile at the bronze skin visiting my skin
how long will it stay this time?
a glimpse of my features caught in the mirror
for a second i still see twenty years before
then it disappears
my hair is much shorter, im wearing glasses and my face
it tells a story
of a daughter, a wife, a mother
a woman trying to survive pain
any kind | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/8/2009 11:30:19 AM | the last page of a final chapter in the four books of time.....
nature behold
the soft cold of summer closing
raindrops cleanse woodland souls
cross o' the invisible threshold
beyond walls of glass
splash green and gold on canvas
admid the greys of a tired sky
spring buds have grown and fallen
with grace burying into earth
long awaiting the approaching winter frost
how fleeting the warmest of seasons
this nightime lover of passion
heartless by day
the dead of fall bares
its scarce compassion | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/11/2009 11:19:01 PM | Many thanks for your kindness hummingbird and iPlenty ... I appreciate you dropping by and sharing your kind words and hope that you'll feel welcomed back to visit and to share your thoughts and words again.
Thanks whitetigeress for dropping by and sharing your poems. I enjoyed reading them and hope that you'll feel welcomed back again to share your works.
"The truth"
And I guess I try to keep it all within
So much to lose if the truth is known
Vulnerability
Now who is strong enough to take that chance
When a ruined life and broken heart is possible with the next spoken word
So how do I say that I love you like I did
Even more with the passing of each day
As two hearts grow closer when the truth is told
An openness like that of a child's heart
Love
Grateful breaking of the will
Pride irrelevant in a heart that cares
Only fear is for the truth to never have been known
Confusion
As the mind swarms to comprehend
The truth bringing such emotions
The tingling in the heart
The honesty expunging the doubt
The truth
I love you like I always have
More than I did once before
Less than I will come tomorrow
No ... the truth
I love you more than I ever did
Time has only brought a clearer view of the truth | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/13/2009 2:02:04 AM | The erection that I have
Was it a hot steamy dream
One filled with desire and lust
One of hours spent embraced
Kissing and caressing
Touching
Teasing
Pleasing
One where the love within flows outwardly
Through hands and gestures
Was it the tingle brought by your lips
The way they taste my mouth
Was it the thought of your hands
And the magic that they bring
How could it be these things things
As my eyes are wide awake
How could it be of these actions
When my mind thinks saintly thoughts of you
What then is it that has caused such an arousal of my heart and soul
It is merely the possibility of what tomorrow may bring
And the bond shared between two loving hearts | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/17/2009 8:51:09 PM | Really, don't you think I know of what you feel
For I feel it too
Beneath the exterior runs rivers of chaos and uncertainty
Runs doubt
Runs the full array of emotions
Each strengthening and weakening at any given moment
An eternity is difficult to promise
Even tomorrow itself can be filled with uncertainty
I'm sorry that you don't see what is true for I have been through so much in life
Times in which I had to maintain an even keel
Times of trials and tribulations that have instilled upon me a masking agent
But I know very well of what you feel
I know for I have felt them too
The things in life that I am sure of positively are what's inside my heart
And that is the love, respect, and admiration that I feel for you
When I know that my life would never be the same
When I know that not even I could resume as the same person that I am now
When I know there would be an eternal ache, pain, and empty spot in my heart
A sadness that would reign forever
Not only the loss of a friend but that of a soul mate
A best friend
The love of a lifetime
Don't you know that I know the view inside your heart
But I love you
And I will love you forever
And that is all that I need to know
The only disappointment in life that I could ever know
Is that of you not being in my life
Child, you need not be perfect
For I gave up trying to be a long time ago
You need not try to walk on water
For we both would drown
Me being by your side
You need not be anything ... but you
For I love you woman
Just as you are | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/18/2009 4:05:01 AM | Hiya Mr Different:) I just wanted to say what a profound impact and imprint your poem has left upon my heart..You have such an amazing ability to capture in every way the true essence , beauty,promise ,truth ,faith and hope that resides safely in the arms of unconditional love....Simply exquisite! Kat | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 6:07:32 PM | Well, hey there Ms Kat :) I hope that things are going great for you. It is really very nice to see you dropping by for a visit. Many thanks for the kind words that you left behind. I am truly honored that my words made an imprint upon your heart. I do hope that you will feel welcomed back to visit and to share your words again and that you are having a great day. JD
The storms are approaching
Threats of rain and thunder
The skies are dark gray
With racing silver clouds
There's a moisture in the air
As the humidity has fallen
An occasional raindrop is felt
As a reminder of what approaches
I sit in the old iron chair
And listen to the grinding
As the legs move backwards
As it slides against the wall
I look upon the Heavens
In complete admiration
For I love thunderstorms
And watch them in awe
My mind runs freely for a moment
And then I think of you
Remembering the pleasure of holding you
In my arms during the night
I engage your lips with my kiss
And love the taste of your heart
I close my eyes to savor
This sweetest honey of a memory
Are those bees or is my heart singing
The melodies that your love has written
The favorite lyrics that I could ever sing
Are the ones in which I tell you I love you
Are those angels singing in Heaven
Am I dreaming that you said that you love me
If I am sleeping just let me dream
If I'm alive than let me never sleep
The moments with you still burn in my soul
And the love we share shall last beyond this lifetime
Life is not a unit of time
For forever shall I love you | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/24/2009 10:20:24 AM | ~You left
as simply as
you came
with the wind
a long fading
rain still falls
I dont want you
to call anymore
The smell left
with the wind
carried pain
with the rain
Now you
are ...gone~
yep~ i am strong enough ;) | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/24/2009 10:28:47 AM | o silly games you play
leaves this dead horse down its way
to a flickery grave of come-what-may
i stand back with arms folded
in gesture of defense
primed and bolted
across the lines you type out words that itself deny
all that is overripe and hard to rely
yet out of what must be pure idiocy
I hang on lines peeking to see
come what may
ever my way? | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/24/2009 9:34:36 PM | Thanks for dropping by and sharing your words hummingbird and whitetigeress. I hope that you both will feel welcomed back again and that you are having a good day.
The venom works itself slowly through the veins
The numbing sensation settling where the pain once resided
The sun shines with a different intensity
And there are new sights to be viewed
As the poison envelops the brain
Confusion presets the final outcome
As death is a rising sun upon the horizon
The beauty of watching a rose since bud
And smelling the sweetest of aroma
Now is the decaying caused by the truth
Nature is cruel at times
And as the last petal falls before the winter's snow
And the green blades of grass turn yellow
The songbirds of winter sing their song
And an everlasting promise of a new day tomorrow
At the stroke of midnight a new day arrives
So it must be that a day begins and ends in darkness
What then is it that one shall fear a new day
For a quarter of it is spent in darkness before there is light
And after the setting of the sun only four hours exist before a new day is born
When then is it that Spring time begins
As in darkness the day is born and dies
As six am approaches would that be Spring
As many arise from the slumber of a night of sleep
Is it then that dreams befall the season of winter
And Spring greets us as we awake to a brand new day
Replenishment of body, mind, heart, and soul
As the Winter drifts idly by as eyes are closed
As the alarm clock yells for attention
The budding of a new rose and scent of freshly green grass refreshens the senses
The truth isn't so bad after a good night's sleep
As the zest for life exudes from the heart on a Spring day
Life is beautiful if we take time to notice the little things
And rebirth of spirit is only a few hours away | |
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| Strong enough to bleed .....and love
Posted: 8/26/2009 5:11:34 PM | Seems that we have known each other for ten thousand years
And it feels like a breath of virgin Spring air as we speak our truths
The comfort only rivals that of a newborn listening to the mother's heart
An everlasting smile originating from deep inside
I don't know the magic that brings forth such emotions
To feel like this I never known it before
It isn't just familiarity for I hear the crickets sing brand new songs
And look upon the blade of grass that I observe living each day
There's a magic that's traveled since time did begin
For I could swear that I've known you all of that time
And there's not too many things more beautiful in my eyes
Than the thought of you loving me in the way that I love you | |
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| Are you strong enough to grow
Posted: 8/27/2009 10:10:18 PM | Beautiful, soul of a man on the web
Loving, kind and sincere
Down to earth you surely are
What a lucky little fella is he
To have a dad like thee.
Please keep writing what is in your heart and soul. It is helping me more than you know. Bless you my good man.
queenbe | |
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