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Posted: 9/13/2005 8:51:10 AM | Hiya Cats,
Out reading this morning, thought I'd stop in for coffee!!! Keep up the good work you guys, Awesome writes!!!!
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Posted: 9/13/2005 8:54:22 AM | thx for stoppin by sam.
There is coffee, doughnuts and milkshakes for all!!!. so please help urself, and did I forget to mention there is always home made cheesecake here. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 8:59:50 AM | CHEESE CAKE?????
I'm never leaving, LOL
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 9:12:00 AM | I took a stab at a new job,
It was something I wasn't used to,
But I need more hours then what I get,
And I didn't know what else to do,
I had a bad experience,
And didn't want to go anymore,
But I made a list of pros and cons,
And threw my stubbornness out the door,
I will try this new job again,
For it is more money coming in,
And that is what I don't have now,
I will also feel good within. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 9:12:26 AM | | that's the whole point in the cheesecake sam, lol. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 10:04:20 AM | Work to play or play at work?
Do I have to choose? Or can I lurk
Outside the box of so called norm
And with my passion a good life form
A boss once saw my plate was full
My wieght and more I was to pull
I said "No worries, I'll enjoy my time off"
He smiled and said "Enjoy your time on"
I love that boss, how I miss him and the family he gave his staff.
Just spewing words this morning. Thanks for the thread. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 11:02:18 AM | A Heart's Tale
Oh foolish heart,
why did you believe illusion,
allow yourself to be enthralled?
Oh wicked heart,
why did you fall in love,
with one who couldn't love at all?
Oh stubborn heart,
why didn't you choose to run,
when you first felt pain?
Oh lonely heart,
why did you feel so empty,
in a union, that's so insane?
Oh trusting heart,
why did you fall for another lie,
that would be broken like the rest?
Oh broken heart,
why didn't you see,
that it was just another jest?
Oh wretched heart,
why so surprised,
so shattered, and so blue?
Oh peaceful heart,
are you feeling better now,
ready to start anew? | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 11:49:44 AM | snow, it's ok to "spew" in here, lol. by "spew" I mean just jot down what is ever on your mind, ya never know that it could turn out to be a poem.
nothingheavy, another great write, thx for sharing here, hope ur time spent in my thread is worth while. | |
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Joined: 7/28/2005
Msg: 884 | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 5:22:05 PM | | Nothingheavy, I'm liking that last one. Very heart felt so to speak. | |
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Joined: 7/28/2005
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Posted: 9/13/2005 5:43:29 PM | In younger years my dreams were crushed
I was driven to write of my pain and mistrust
It was so externalized, my fear and my need
Always looking, searching, beyond what is me
The lament was "why? why me? why not?"
When I look back it seems like rot.
It didn't help to be told by my peers
The source of my pain was me, (it fell on deaf ears)
But as I grew older, and learned to accept
That all of this blame led to my self neglect
I found the one love that matters the most
The love for myself. So now I can boast
I can spill out the words that I heard for so long
And hope that it helps you to grow and be strong
But I hold no illusion that I have much effect
I know that when a person is young they expect
That every pain comes from some other source
"It is never My fault!" But it is of course
I guess this is all just a part of the game
And every unique indevidual is the same
We all have to learn from our own indiscretion
So try to learn how to make joy an obsession.
Snow | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 5:39:03 AM | 4296
Day of Our Love
12 September 2005
Take my heart Lord
and bound it with twine
Not to tight - just enough
to be nice and kind
Grasp my soul
hold me in your hand
Be there Lord to
help me in solemn stand
One foot - another step
my Christ - my Saviour
Take my heart
because for you I give
Grasp my soul and help
me to each day of hour live
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares
As of this moment
composed in number
for September 2005
is 75 new works
and counting | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 8:21:36 AM |
nothingheavy, another great write, thx for sharing here, hope ur time spent in my thread is worth while. Thanks angel. Cheesecake makes everything worthwhile. 
Nothingheavy, I'm liking that last one. Very heart felt so to speak. Thank you snow. I enjoyed reading yours as well. 
Yours too poet. 
Everything Birch Is Gold
I used to play under those three trees,
It was my own private space.
Within my own reality,
All my fantasies could take place.
My private island in a sea of grass,
Where my dreams could unfold.
Those are some of my most treasured times.
Everything birch is gold.
More of those trees, watched me hunt for "fods",
Near a beach, where the water was blue.
I felt safe, secure, and truly loved,
Shared time with friends, and family too.
There were berries that needed picking,
There was a cliff, for those who were bold.
Those are some of my most treasured times.
Everything birch is gold.
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I spent a ton of time with my late grandparents, when I was a kid. They had a small patch of birch trees in their huge backyard, where I spent a lot of time playing. And, a cottage in a forest of birch, where I had many great times (errr, "fods" is who I pronounced frogs, when I was little). I will always treasure those times I got to spend with them. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 8:29:59 AM | | nothingheavy, thanks for that one, it brought to mind some of my childhood antics. Building forts in the Birch grove, the cows came and wrecked them. We would climb up and bend the young trees over with our wieght and grab onto another, I am ammazed they survived our maulings. But the young grove has grown, like me, into adult trees that sway but do not break. They sing inthe wind and flash thier silvery undergarments. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 10:12:45 AM | wow, I am impressed here you two, nothingheavy and snow, ur writes are awesome.  I am so glad u both decided to swing by. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 10:25:00 AM | Your Love
Your love is something
I haven't felt before
But I crave it
Each day it grows more
My heart beats like a drum
When ever you are near
That is due to chemistry
Which we hold so dear
The sparks remind me
Of the stars in the sky
Shining down telling me
Go on give it a try
Your smile lights up a room
When ever you walk in
Like it does to my heart | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 10:44:19 PM | 4294
Being True
11 September 2005
Someone left me in heaven
someone stole the sun
Then that was until
you and I became kin as one
My sweet sister
how I love you
Only because there
was no other word to do
Your belief
my humanity
The fact you and I
are untied in the light of thee
Our God - our happening
knowing in Him - He gave you
Someone left me in heaven
because in that - your being was true
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 9/15/2005 2:31:11 PM | 4314
Four Leaves of Grass
15 September 2005
Was grass just a blade
like the clover to the seed
All to fight in survival
over a thistle to feed
Daily grown and
nitrogen to the soil
While deep below was
a possible well of oil
Leaves of three
lucky ones in being four
Then there was a happening
over flowering weeds to adore
A blade of grass
the colour of green
Blowing in to the wind
of a New Zealand pure dream
"for my Dad"
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 9/15/2005 2:44:07 PM | Cheesecake
What a rich treat
So smooth and sweet
Makes tastebuds dance
At just one glance
From this lovely cake
Made with no mistake
Topped with cherry sauce
To give it a nice red gloss
Made with care
For those who dare
To take a taste
For it might lead to a bigger waist
But no one cares if they get fat
Because cheesecake is good and that is that
  
thought I would write something that's quite funny today. hehehe. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2005 3:23:19 PM |
I'm glad u liked it nothingheavy. lol.
Most definitely. If I didn't have kids to keep healthy, I'd be willing to volunteer to try living on cheesecake. I get plenty of exercise, to stay fit, and the Canadian health system could take care of my bypass, for free.
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Posted: 9/16/2005 3:12:16 PM | The crayon
When i was just a little child
no higher than your knee
my mom bought a box of crayons for me
i opened them up and looked inside
the colors reminded me of jesus when he died
Red is the color of the blood that he shed
Brown is for the crown of thorns placed on his head
Blue is for royality,for which he did well
Yellow is for the christians who's afraid to tell
i colored and i colored til my crayons were all gone
even though i'm older now,my memory lingers on
when i see a little child with a box of crayons in hand
i tell them what it means to me
hope they will understand | |
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Posted: 9/16/2005 4:02:02 PM | 900 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 900 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
900 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
So many time in life we try to be number one
We push we pull we fight until they're done
Back-stab, cut-throat, and double-cross
No matter to me, they say, I've never lost
While some days I am guilty like the rest
Today is different for this is not a contest
But still I smile as I push the little post button
For this one will be post number nine-hundred
Congrats Angel keep it up
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