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Posted: 9/16/2005 10:33:30 PM | Holy cow baby girl, Dad has been gone awhile....900 post!!!! WOW I have alot of catching up to do.
Better be getting dad some of that chessecake...I may be here awhile.  | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 11:59:30 AM | Browsing through this old pond
Seeing new faces, has it been that long
Like a passing season the fields all change
From green to white across the grange
Each line I read spins its message
I reminisce last season page to page | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 6:35:38 PM | not mine but i still love it
left out
Love
Everyone
And
Vengence
Eventually
Moves
Everyone
Out
Under
Troubled Times. | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 6:42:48 PM | | here i am with thoughts in my mind that surely been there before. Why? Becuz i have ,these feelings, feelings that have been inbedded in my heart for quite sometime now. i thought i had put them aside Eventually not far enough. But i have to be content with what i get &tell myself that when i do get it its cool &okay. Theres a few i could subsitute with when its not there, but i dont becuz in waiting for it to return . Boy when it returns i know -no other. | |
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Posted: 9/19/2005 11:33:50 AM | I haven't contributed in awhile sorry, angel. BTW, where is angel? Anyway, just bumpin this thread up. Great writes in here  
Peace Out
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Posted: 9/19/2005 2:10:40 PM | hello phish,
how are ya today? i just thought i would pop in and say hi.
i haven't heard from angel in a few days either...she is probably creating another great poem to share with us. of course everybody in here has talent. the writes that are here really amaze me.i wish my brain worked faster..but it doesn't. i admire everybody's poetry.i don't know how some people can just automatically come up with a poem off the top of their head.i guess that means they have more brain power than i do.lol lol . i'm checking out for now. poetryweaver30 | |
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Posted: 9/19/2005 4:11:08 PM | While others rue the passing of summer, I gaze
at the autumn garden, sun-dappled, the artist
gone wild in his brushstrokes now, the greens
of summer's heat erupted into crimson, gold, and bronze -
the palette now explored, summer' sameness
broken into joyous riot.
The lilies spent, their flowers not drooping in despair
at summer's passing, bow their heads in awe;
the rose long gone, its blossoms fallen to brilliant hips,
rejoices too in its reprieve from bloom. Trees shed their tears
of joy now, their carpet an ode to nature's rest, knowing
in this shedding comes their renewal.
The vine, full- laden, its burgeoning grapes
ready for transformation, sings its chorus
of abundance as the weary vintner,
after summer's toils, reaps now his harvest, his labour
an homage to the gods.
I walk to my garden in its fallow season, and
from the loamy earth, scent infused, I pluck
one golden round, a perfect pumpkin,
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Posted: 9/19/2005 9:27:06 PM | 4337
A Secret Affair
20 September 2005
Where does my love go
when you are not there
Was this love reserved for you
or was it that life was not fair
Where does my happiness reside
where does each quest remain
My beauty - my all in one
Was it that you had forgotten
those words which spell my name
No I do not believe
that was ever true
Because my love
was always for you
Where does my love go
where does my happiness reside
No I do not believe - your
love for me you do hide
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Posted: 9/20/2005 1:14:18 PM | 4341
Another . . . Psalm
20 September 2005
Gee - I love you
I don’t know why
All I know is
tears in my eyes
want to cry
I love you
because love is love
I love you - because
I love no one else
Could it be
Christ I love
Or you from the
center of my heart
Since only in
a central place
Can thoughts of you
never depart
Pueda Manana Abrazamos Sinceramente
Love
One element about love and the word love is that it has many meanings. But do we have the right to thrust our feelings upon others, in referring to this as love. Unfortunately when love involves two parties, in preference a man and woman, there are two hearts and two minds. Even if the individual decision or interpretation of feeling of love or being in love are truly more one sided. So no matter how we may believe, or trick ourselves to love another - if this is not a mutual association can it be considered to be love - given there are other words in the dictionary of English language to describe such feelings.
May Tomorrow We Truly Embrace
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Posted: 9/20/2005 5:54:26 PM | well, I have had some computer problems, and I'm back for now, loll. I do have one great write that was written a couple of days ago while my computer was down.
We Dance For You
We dance just for you
Because you feel your love inside
So we all join hands
Because we have nothing to hide
Your love causes us to dance
Because you feel your love
And when ever we need you
All we have to do is look above
We feel your love shining down
Upon us each and every day
To show you what you mean to us
We dance in our own special way
Because we love you too.
I have missed everyone here. I hope I was missed as well.  | |
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Posted: 9/20/2005 6:11:04 PM | | and wow, I would like all of my friends here on POF to celebrate w/ me on hitting 900 posts. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2005 6:14:12 PM | 4343
‘Elle Oh Vee Eee’
21 September 2005
The poet composes in desire
and an affection to adore
With words to her he doth share
For it was upon his sleeve
his heart was there to wear
But what of she - and her
words of ‘elle oh vee eee’
Those words that spell out love
for him in his own happiness to see
For does he find pain not to hear
or was it that he did listen in another way
To know from deep inside
her actions do "I love you" say
Can a heart be broken over just one word
given three make a sentence to be a herd
Where eye and you in a center of love
go hand in hand - like a palm to a glove
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Rhythm of Metaphor
21 September 2005
Her love means to keep
her love means to hold close
As if some in words of stanza
were plain in vision than most
Letters of love echoing from within
tied with a pink ribbon in metaphor
Where aside in her mind and heart
she folds those words held evermore
His words to her - from a land afar
with green hills - a blue sky
and clouds to blind in view
Yet her souls sees in awe - of
works composed from old to new
A rhythm of metaphor
her heart captured in text of print
To keep safe in hour of desire
like upon her pillow he laid
a chocolate in gift of mint
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Posted: 9/21/2005 9:08:17 AM | great writes!Missed ya girlie...so glad youre back..mwah  | |
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Posted: 9/22/2005 10:26:53 AM | Not much really to say
I just noticed this thread
Was way off on the second page
When it should be first instead
just bumpin this one up - Angel don't dissapear again AHHHHHHH ! ! ! 
Peace Out
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Posted: 9/22/2005 12:52:01 PM | The Awakening Person
The Lord is happy is today,
Do you wish to know why?
I can sense your willingness to know,
Let me tell you about the awakening person.
She is lost and she does not know where to go,
The has Lord called upon her many times,
But she still does not hear Him.
For she is in her closed world,
It is a world where she is alone,
No one can hear her cries,
No one can hear her concerns,
No one can hear her fears,
For she is truly departed from us,
The Angels of Heaven sad,
For one of Lord's children is lost.
Do you have children?
Have you ever lost your child?
Has your child ever been lost?
Have you ever heard your child cry because they were lost?
This is how Heaven feels when one of us is lost.
She wishes to be found,
But no one wishes to find her,
As time goes on, the more lost she is,
No one wishes to acknowledge that she is lost,
No one wishes to acknowledge that she is hurting,
No one wishes to acknowledge that she is begging for help,
We all see it as her problem, she is lost and let her find the way.
Is that what we have become?
Truly, we let this stranger,
The stranger, our own human sister whom we have not met yet,
We leave her to the wolves called reality,
We leave her to suffer alone,
She will not live long,
For the world she once knew is abandoning her,
All she can ask is why? Why do they leave me?
Do they not see my cries? My tears?
Do they see me?
She wishes to end this life she calls a tragedy,
Everyone in Heaven is sad,
Everyone in Hell is preparing for her arrival.
She is desperate, she seeks to be found,
She seeks salvation, she knows drugs will not fix her tragedy,
She remembers the loving words spoken to her as a babe,
God is always with you,
Simply call His name when you need Him most.
Have you ever called upon Him when you needed Him most?
Have you ever called upon Him when you are at your last string of hope?
Have you ever called upon Him when you had no one to turn to?
Have you ever called upon Him when everyone has abandoned you?
Tears trickle down her face,
She dares not call upon Him,
For she is ashamed,
All she knows is that love and caring that Lord giveth,
She does not wish to receive, for she has fallen,
She has turned away from the path set before her from the beginning of time.
As any child would do when they are taught to talk to the Lord,
She clasps her hands together, and she kneels,
She talks to the Lord in prayer,
She feels finally at peace,
Her mind is clear now,
She sees the path where she left off,
A new breath of life has been given to her,
The road back to her path is long,
But it does not matter to her,
For she knows, she is not alone anymore,
Heaven is rejoicing,
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Posted: 9/22/2005 3:00:19 PM | 4357
The Ram in You
23 September 2005
Angel has a computer
and some times it was broke
Seems it was a while ago
she herself did quit in heart to smoke
Now her computer
has been the one to inhale
Of that it does have a RAM of its own
or the CBU just wants a holiday
to shop on a breeze and sail
Blowing in the wind
drifting upon a table of a dream
Damn computer - you make this
user in name reach out and scream
Angel has a computer
that pulls her by the tail
Seems as if Angel will be there
once her computer
was no longer off the rail
the 119th new works composed by this poet for September 2005 | |
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Posted: 9/24/2005 5:45:34 PM | 4368
Shoes to Choose
25 September 2005
One word she wrote
as if the question was 'I do'
One answer to give
because in her this was true
She said "yes"
but what did he ask
Maybe that was all
to understand as to task
This Angelina of Xanadu
who looks so beautiful
in her blue dress and
those platform shoes
Her height - all oh so high
her heart - true and warm to project
These words another way to wrap arms
around her to in closeness protect
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Posted: 9/25/2005 12:54:22 PM | "A Broken Glass"
A broken glass it caused a crash
I am still picking up the broken pieces
Just like the pieces of my broken life
So many things make sense now
So many things you said
Trying to give me hints about what was in your head
But I never imagined that this was where it led
I loved you so much there still is love there
You have caused my insanity
I am on the edge
Everything I believed, taken way
Because of your sick lusting need
How could you sacrifice all that we had?
All the hearts you have broken
All the pain you have caused
It all was preventable
What you have done
All the deception
All of the lies
All of the honesty I thought I saw in your eyes
Dreams of the future shattered like glass
Can't think straight now, I am fading fast
The tears that I cry they don't seem to end
They are constant and ruthless I am unable to defend
Hell is not a place you go when you die
It is right here
It is what you go through when you realize you are living a lie
It was all an illusion and you just wish you could die
Shangri la it is here too
It is what our love was when I thought it was true
I never felt that way before, or this way too
What a tangled web we weave
Caught like a fly in a spiders web
The big bad wolf came to my door
He was disguised as my knight in shining armor
Can I wake up now?
I think I need a Doctor to go inside my brain
And take away the pain
And don't forget that part deep inside my heart
As my sanity fades away
More and more each day
I try so hard to find an anchor
Something to stop the ship from going down
But so far none have been found
This is what you have left behind
This is what remains of my mind
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Posted: 9/25/2005 12:55:33 PM | Insanity
Trying to cope
Giving up hope
Starting to see I’m at the end of my rope
No light visible just darkness here
Taking its toll on my mind I fear
What is that? …Laughter I hear?
Somebody scoffs at me up there
There are things in this world
That feed off our pain
Basking in our misery
And in our shame
Maniacal laughter resonates through my brain
Taunting me and relishing my pain
Telling me to come and stay
Come to us here
We love to play
The train is at the station now
Insanity is where its bound
The urge to go so strong somehow
It is time for me to go now | |
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Posted: 9/26/2005 1:42:29 PM | Untitled
In the midst of the night she walks,
Her eyes captivate anyone who looks into them,
They will hypnotize you, they will embrace,
It is only After Dark.
Her kiss will cause mountains to fall,
She goes by many names,
When you are with her,
She has you by her spell,
In the dawn when you wake,
She will be gone,
Only to return amidst the nights twilight.
All fear her love,
All fear her embrace, no one can escape,
Her love is drug, all who have had it, remember it,
The light from her eyes are of those of the stars,
They shine brightly, they are mesmerizing,
Her kiss is that of a rose without thorns,
She is a grown addiction that no one can deny,
She the light on the dark side of any man.
She is passionate with every embrace,
She the desire that all men seek,
She can bring even the strongest of men to their knees,
As the sun shines, she can not be seen,
As the stars begin their nightly light,
She appears, her day has begun anew.
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Posted: 9/26/2005 2:36:02 PM | A.G
Your latest contribution to this thread was a beautiful write
I agree whole heartedly with mari_sam - "it was great"
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Angel in his Dreams
18 September 2005
What does a poet do
in the middle of the night
Does this poet compose another works
or think about turning out the light
To go off to bed and sleep all alone
not wanting too - but not ready
to live a life - staying next to the phone
Sleep sweet poet - sleep and dream of her
May be some day will come that
she will really - really be there
Life - love and happiness too
Deep in a sleep of happenings
not wanting to awake
But instead choosing another night with her
this angel who in his dream - he does escape
"And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him an help meet for him. And the LORD God caused
a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his
ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the
LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her
unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and
flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken
out of Man. Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother,
and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh."
Genesis 2: 18, 21-24 KJV
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Posted: 9/26/2005 2:48:51 PM | Thank you all for your comments, as always they are appreciated. As to the comments by Desire, he's entitled to his opinion, whether I like them or not; however, whether I listen to his opinion is another matter but he's entitled to them.
No reason to lose sleep over his comments/opinion. But again, many thanks for your comments, good or bad, they are appreciated.
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Posted: 9/27/2005 12:12:34 PM | 4383
We Miss You Angel
28 September 2005
Angel was still away
that was a matter true
When the truth was
Angel we do miss you
Angel has a way with words
only she was captured by demons
that have taken her soul
So in prayer comes a consideration
she will return soon and be again whole
We miss you Angel and all of your love
those happy days when all may not be well
We miss you Angel and hope
all will once more be swell
Angel - oh Angel
sadness cannot express
Come back soon angel
your wanted at this address
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