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Posted: 12/27/2006 10:40:47 AM | I love to read poems so please feel free to share some with all of us here on POF. Let everyone know just how you feel about that special someone in your life.
From: OhioLady40 (View Profile) (View All Correspondence)
Subject: Hi Sent Date: 12/27/2006 12:41:01 PM
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Posted: 12/27/2006 10:47:25 AM | I just wanted to post a poem for a very special person who has recently come into my life because he is just the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time:
Ken
You are my air
The sun in my day
The moon in my night
The spring in my step
You are my everything.
You are the stars in the sky
The birds in the trees
The shimmer, the sparkle, the shine.
Without the light you put into my life
I would be nothing
A single leaf on the ground in autumn,
Lost, forgotten, alone.
Before i knew you,
I was nothing.
Now I am everything,
With you at my side,
I am invincible!
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Posted: 12/27/2006 10:50:52 AM | K...Toni....one of my favorites poets is Byron...here is one called The Tear....
The Tear
Byron
When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear.
Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear.
Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear.
The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear.
The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.
If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year;
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.
Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
May no marble bestow
The splendour of woe,
Which the children of Vanity rear;
No fiction of fame
Shall blazon my name,
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear. | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 10:56:12 AM | That's a great poem Michelle. Thanks for sharing that one... See ya tomarrow night girlfriend and I'll have on my dancing shoes.
Derek: check your email... I just sent you what you are looking for or at least I think it's the right one....
Toni | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 11:00:53 AM | I found it.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 11:36:38 AM | What Counts
By Edgar A Guest
It isn't the money you're making, it isn't the clothes you wear,
And it isn't the skill of your good right hand which makes folks really care.
It's the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burdens that you bear.
Most any old man can tell you, most any old man at all,
Who has lived through all sorts of weather, winter and summer and fall,
That riches and fame are shadows that dance on the garden wall.
It's how do you live and neighbor, how do you work and play,
It's how do you say "good morning" to the people along the way,
And it's how do you face your troubles whenever your skies are gray.
It's you, from the dawn to nighttime; you when the day is fair,
You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair?
It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.
You to the end of the journey, kindly and brave and true,
The best and the worst of you gleaming in all that you say and do,
And the ting that counts isn't money, or glory, or power, but YOU! | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 11:52:58 AM | Here is another one from my favorites list from the movie "Dead Poets Society"
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead. | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 3:18:41 PM | This is a poem I wrote many many years ago.......
Long ago in Bethlehem,
An event took place for the sake of man.
In the sky appeared a star,
Sent by our creator from afar.
The star marked the birthplace of a babe,
the Son of God, a miracle made.
God sent his son just for us
To lead us all towards righteousness,
The birth of a bade so meek and mild,
Changed the lives of all, if only for awhile.
The love of this babe as he grew into a man,
Grew stronger in those who understand.
God knew someday that his son would die,
to save us all from our sins and lies.
What a wonderous gift of love God has given.
Would we give up our lives for God in heaven?
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Posted: 12/27/2006 3:32:00 PM | This is a poem I wrote for the Marines and I have done it for over 100 Marines and their families.......I just changed the word soldier, to Marine. It can also be changed for any branch of the service. I have even done a poem for the wife of an Army Officer that was killed in Vietnam and a few men that are retired from the service.
The families provided me with personal info on their Marine/Soldier and I add that info to the poem....The poem has a copywrite on it.
My Soldier
As my day passes through another Memorial Day the names of the men and women, who have sacrificed their lives for the freedom we cherish, has risen. Their names have risen because there are people who do not believe in our freedom and they work to destroy the ones who do.
My Soldier (soldiers rank and name) who I am so proud to know. I am honored to call you my (this is changed for the person I'm doing the poem for) child, spouse, Mother, Father, and friend.
My Soldier puts his life on the line for others. Who else better is there to protect us, but you.My Soldier has moments of frustration because others do not understand what freedom can bring.
My Soldier gives his time and energy to those who do not believe in his honor and sacrifice.
My Soldier feels an urgency to protect the innocent in a land he does not call home. He sees his brothers and sisters give their lives for them and wonders why some are filled with so much hate.
My Soldier has seen men, women, and children who are raped, dominated and killed by the people who refuse to understand our great country’s purpose.
My Soldier has had the frustration of hearing negative stories. What about all the honorable things that have happened since he arrived? Why can’t the media tell those stories?
Even though we may be thousands of miles apart
we carry each other in our hearts.
My Soldier longs for (this is where all the soldiers personal info is listed) home, for his spouse, and his child. For a warm hug from Mom and Dad.
My Soldier longs for his car sitting in the driveway, and for his favorite pair of jeans which will probably fall off of him once he gets home.
My Soldier longs for the home cooked meals. And he can count on someone fixing his favorite meal once he is home.
My Soldier longs for a long hot shower and his favorite cologne that he can’t wear where he is. He waits to sleep in his own soft bed, and being able to make a telephone call to whomever and whenever he wants.
My Soldier dreams of the day that he can make love to the one he loves. The one who has shared her dreams and sacrificed her own wants for his. He longs for the night that he can tuck his child into bed and kiss her soft cheek.
My Soldier waits for the day he can tell his family about his experiences. He has a love for our country and proudly defends our freedom with his honor and respect.
My Soldier longs for the day he steps off the plane onto free ground. The land that so many continue to protect.
I wait for the day My Soldier comes home. I have cried today remembering all the men and women who have given their lives for us. I am proud to call you my friend.
You are My Soldier, my symbol of freedom and courage.
Written By: Janet L Boyer 5/29/06
Psalm 7:1 O Lord my God, I take refuge in you
save and deliver me from all who pursue me | |
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Posted: 12/27/2006 5:09:14 PM | there was an old woman who lived in a shoe
she had so many fish, she didn't know what to do.
she put some of the fish in a shiny fish bowl,
unknown the her it had a big hole.
the fish decided to flop across the soaked floor,
being chased by the cat right out of the door.
the woman picked up the fish and put them in a pot,
she didn't realize the water was so ungodly hot.
the poor little fish began to boil,
so into the frying pan they went with some cooking oil.
the other fish watching with tears in their eyes,
while the woman grabs a bag of idaho french fries.
her hungry cat watching with each fish that flips,
c'mere little p*ssy have some fish & chips.
seriously now, everyone....i do have my own personal poems in the poetry thread.....
my personal poetry~poems from the heart~......they were all written by me and are in the process of a copyright for each and everyone of them. that's also a hidden secret that i also have...........y'all seen the one poem that i posted that i wrote for a friend of mine, well, there's more!!! | |
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Posted: 12/29/2006 8:35:03 AM | While browsing through poetry I found this.....although it's directed at guys...it also applies to us ladies.....
A word like love
can be hidden
and put away for a while
while you look for that girl
who will change your life
and make you smile
Just don't forget
look at the girl
standing in front of you
she's laughing
and happy
because of you
Not everyone believes in love
at first sight
at first glance
but don't make the mistake
of losing this one
and missing your chance
This girl will be there
for no one else
but you
because a word like love
can be unspoken
but true | |
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Posted: 12/29/2006 11:21:37 AM | i thought i would grab 2 of my poems for y'all to read.........
A Friend Is....(written 9/25/06)
A friend is someone that will alway be there...
A friend is someone that will show that they care.
Talking to a friend in person is a treat...
Whether it's on the phone or in person you meet.
No matter how near or how far apart...
A friend will always have a place in your heart.
To My Friends.........
(9/20/06)
As I sit here and ponder, I soon start to wonder what my future will bring...
It's having friends like you, the love we share and not a material thing.
Through my joys and sorrows that I've had in the past...
And knowing the thoughts and prayers from everyone will forever last.
Now stepping one foot forward, going on with all of my dreams...
The faith of my friends come true to me aparently it seems.
I'm thankful that I made so many friends, and those who befriended me...
I will treasure the good times and the sorrows for all eternity.
For friendship is a treasure, something that is kept life long...
Remembering our true friendship, in my heart were you all belong. | |
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Posted: 12/29/2006 11:32:05 PM | This was written shortly after my divorce.When hope,belief,and love as I knew it were replaced with loss.
A heart long closed,its innocence torn
Behind walls of tears,its scars are worn
It hides in the shadows,afraid of the light
Yesterdays pain,blinds tommorrows sight
Cloaked in sorrow,it feels safe in disguise
As within its own fortress,it slowly dies
Its wounds are deep,its fears are real
It chooses to sleep,afraid to feel
It searches for answers,it questions itself
It screams in the silence,its tormented hell
It knows it is dying,the reason clear
Its breath for life,is what it fears
To open itself,its wounds exposed
To trust once more,beyond the past it knows
Numb from the pain,its beat grows slow
Still yet afraid ,of its feelings shown
To take a breath,beat open and free
No walls....no net,as was meant to be
To believe once again,unconditional love
As he intended for all,Gods will above
Yet as the numb subsides,the feeling returned
The pain is remembered,from lessons learned
Withdrawn in seclusion,its false safety is found
Its self imposed exile,its beat fades....no sound
And so inside its cocoon,from which life first begins
Its last beat is heard,death came from within | |
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Posted: 12/30/2006 7:21:35 AM | Most songs stem from poems... this is one song/poem that I just adore.. It was sung at my wedding and still makes me tear when I hear it....
Bette Midler
The Rose
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 9:29:59 AM | This is more of a little stroy but I love it.....it holds very true for all of us.....trulywishing/Jan....this one is for you....you came to mind upon reading it....your attitude is an inspiration for us all....
ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING!
There once was a woman who woke up
one morning, looked in the mirror,
and noticed she had only three
hairs on her head.
"Well," she said, "I think I'll
braid my hair today."
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in
the mirror and saw that she had
only two hairs on her head.
"Hmmm......, " she said, "I think I'll
part my hair down the middle today."
So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in
the mirror and noticed that she
had only one hair on her head.
"Well," she said, "Today I'm going
to wear my hair in a pony tail."
So she did and she had a fun, fun day!
The next day she woke up, looked
in the mirror and noticed that there
wasn't a single hair on her head.
"YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have
to fix my hair today!"
ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING.
Have a Good Day! Be kinder than
necessary, for everyone you meet is
fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply. Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak kindly.......
Leave the rest to God.. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 3:29:28 PM | Michelle....you crack me up g/f
I love that poem! It does remind me of myself!
I have always said....I should never complain because
there are people who have it a lot worse than I.
Thank you for the compliment! Love you g/f
OhioLady....Thank you for the compliment, too!
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Posted: 1/11/2007 3:56:08 PM | ..... An original from the Creepy Old Man, because nobody thinks I have it in me. I call it.....
GROWING STRONG IN THE SEASONS OF LIFE
A barefoot walk along a sandy beach
A quiet visit to a place you were raised
Listening to a rippling brook running over the rocks
___through a forest of autumn leaves.
Singing the song of your alma mater
Looking over childhood photos in the family album
Watching you now grown "child" leave home
Standing silently beside the grave of a
___close personal friend or relative.
The smell and sounds of a warm fireplace
Climbing to the top of a wind-swept hill
Christmas Eve, late at night
An old letter bruised with age
___signed by one who loved you.
Getting alone, all alone, and reading aloud
Certain poems.....certain melodies
Weddings.....graduations.....diplomas
Snow.....sleds.....toboggans
___Saying good-bye.
A SHORT COURSE IN HUMAN RELATIONS
The six most important words: "I admit I made a mistake."
The five most important words: "You did a good job."
The four most important words: "What's your opinion?"
The three most important words: "If you please."
The two most important words: "Thank you."
The one most important word: "We"
The one least important word: "I"
UNTITLED
We do not understand joy
......until we face sorrow.
We do not understand faith
......until it is tested.
We do not understand peace
......until faced with conflict.
We do not understand trust
......until we are betrayed.
We do not understand hope
......until confronted with doubts.
We do not understand love
......until it is lost.
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