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coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 7/23/2006 5:51:56 PM
Hi Sam, What can I say ...... romance sure has juiced up your creative side. Coach and a hi to your fish

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 9/24/2005 12:39:09 AM
A person who had a great impact on my life read this poem to me many years ago. I have always lived the essence of this poem as well as respect for others. That man was my father. I have passed on to my sons what my Father gave me. My Creed I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day; I’d rather one should walk with me Than merely show the way. The eye’s a better pupil, And more willing than the ear; Fine counsel is confusing, But example’s always clear. I soon can learn to do it, If you’ll let me see it done; I can see your hands in action, But your tongue too fast may run; And the lectures you deliver May be very fine and true, But I’d rather get my lesson By observing what you do. For I may misunderstand you And the high advice you give, But there’s no misunderstanding How you act and how you live.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 9/24/2005 12:32:31 AM
Someone like thee Why are your thoughts sad when you voice is happy and glad? Why are you so close to death when you embrace life in your breath? Why do you hurt your body and core when you enjoy what they bestow and more? Why do you suffer in the hands of others when you revel in a talent beyond your brothers. Why do you forsake that which are your goals when you marvel at that inner strength of your soul? What is it that makes you tick when you let others choose and pick? What is it that makes you elated when you take drugs that makes you sedated? What is it that makes you try when you permit strangers to arouse you to cry? What is it that makes you daring when you embrace a slice of life and forget the caring? What is it that makes you strong when you allow your body to be used for all that is wrong? Why do you feel so guilty when you feed the desire yet have no pity? Why do you hunger for zest when you let others force you to be the test? Why did you ask the question when you knew the answer before your lesson? Why do you savor those you like when you forget them so casually those pleasure nights? Why do you care about those you detest when you continue to indulge them as they put you in stress? For suicide is only a beat away for those who give up at the end of the day. But life is so full of questions from those who know only the sessions. Yet happiness is not an act it is a habit for those that embraces the fact. And comfort is the place it be for those of us who find someone to help like thee.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 9/11/2005 12:52:29 AM
How does one sleep under the moon when my eyes see everything when my ears hear the smallest sound when my mind is thinking of...... How does one get the rest they need when I feel the slightless movement when I smell the hint of sleeplessness when my mind is thinking of ..... How does one love themself tonight when their children are sleeping somewhere unknown when their dear ones are gone when my mind is thinking of ....... What I need to do for my kin today. Help with whatever we all can give.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 8/28/2005 6:48:05 PM
Under the Moonlight As the moon shines its’ warmth I sit and wonder of the spirits beyond the measure of its gaze. The light warms the inner dorm of ones that left us behind and whose souls He razed. But I look and think of the newborn And realize what I have become is someone to cherish who I raised.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 8/28/2005 6:06:26 PM
Cat, thanks for dropping in. Been reading, great inspiration on your thread. Anytime you want to raise my thread to a new plateau ... drop a write. Sending a few Purrs your way. Coach

coach47

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 8/28/2005 5:59:53 PM
The Perfect Shake, My thoughts are some where in the twilight, Blinking, seeing, fading, moving to the night. My thoughts are immured for trying to be right, Shifting, revolving, rotating, swaying to you in my sight. My thoughts are rejected by those who want to fight, Using, knitting, weaving, palpitating them in slight. My thoughts are massaged into a world of flight, Knowing, glowing, laughing, praising which is your might. My thoughts are my words that I use to be my light, Elevating, raising, ascending, lifting your spirit to new heights. My thoughts are projected onto this page so bright, Looking, seeking, hunting, searching for that perfect Shake. Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 8/28/2005 5:51:53 PM
Hopefully back in the pond of words. The Silhouette As I sit and play with my thoughts I wonder about my spent past and the many games I’ve sought to enter, to leave, to endure the task. What was it that I did search? A physical release of emotion, that causes one’s spirit to teach the inner self total devotion. Was it the strength to survive? The will power to overcome the pain, that has injured and darken my resolve to build upon my vitality that is drained. Was it the peace of mind? The growth of the spiritual thrust to lift oneself to the spirit of Devine understanding in one’s ability to trust. Was it to hide from my past? To escape into a game with an end that can be played behind one’s mask knowing what pastille I need to tend. Was it to forge a silhouette of my spirit? To hide behind a phantom that speaks in a mimic’s lyric with signs and gestures one fathoms’. What is it that I seek? A glimmer of my forgotten dream, a resemblance that I can peek into and see what I would seem. As I rise and work with my convictions I believe that my future will stand for the many milestones I will petitioned to win, to enjoy , to enter my door. For a silhouette is only a likeness of me.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Confessions of the mind - Get together explanation Posted: 8/28/2005 5:18:37 PM
Hi there B, How was your weekend?? And your world doing?? The Silhouette As I sit and play with my thoughts I wonder about my spent past and the many games I’ve sought to enter, to leave, to endure the task. What was it that I did search? A physical release of emotion, that causes one’s spirit to teach the inner self total devotion. Was it the strength to survive? The will power to overcome the pain, that has injured and darken my resolve to build upon my vitality that is drained. Was it the peace of mind? The growth of the spiritual thrust to lift oneself to the spirit of Devine understanding in one’s ability to trust. Was it to hide from my past? To escape into a game with an end that can be played behind one’s mask knowing what pastille I need to tend. Was it to forge a silhouette of my spirit? To hide behind a phantom that speaks in a mimic’s lyric with signs and gestures one fathoms’. What is it that I seek? A glimmer of my forgotten dream, a resemblance that I can peek into and see what I would seem. As I rise and work with my convictions I believe that my future will stand for the many milestones I will petitioned to win, to enjoy , to enter my door. For a silhouette is only a likeness of me. See you on the "GO" Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 8/28/2005 5:01:52 PM
Ah! Mari, what has Alexander Bell done to us. Can people not respect our space and our lives. After reading your frustration, you wonder if others cannot understand that the "F" in friend means Feelings, "R" means Respect, "I" means Instinct, "E" means Everlasting, "N" means Nurturing and "D" means Doer. But most of all, we all have "friends" but few true friendships. It takes a very special person to understand that " ship" is the means of delivery of "friend" to an "individual". Just to be me All I want is to be me. To have a simple but fruitful living To have memories without pain To have a home to call my own To have a family with enjoyment To have a partner I trust All I want is to be me. To be thoughtful and giving To create experience without being vain To design an address not a loan To bear ancestry with involvement To walk equal is a must. All I want is to be me. To have a bed to call my own To have a rocking chair to unwind To have a spare bedroom for my fans To have time in front of a warm fire To have a Mr. Fix-it just for me. All I want is to be me. To share my music and the tone To unblock my feelings to be define To open my warmth and my hand To start anew with my sire To partake in the royal We. All I want is to be me. To have a rewarding and respected job To have enduring company outings To have a holiday called statutory To have two week paid vacations To have a partner that shares my dreams. All I want is to be me. To relish the esteem in the eyes of the mob To help understand those that are touting To dream butterflies and gastronomy To build my ship and vocation To have a gentle soul as mine. All I want is the time All I want is the help All I want is the support All I want is the encouragement All I want is for you To let me .... just to be me. Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 8/27/2005 9:48:38 PM
Hi Mari, Fishing at last? Why? She sits there so still and perfect in view a picture of loveliness, peace and true. Then she hints at what is untold to make up a story that is so bold. Why the need to lie to me when all I want is what I see? Does she not understand that what she weaves is for all to see, hear and believe. There is no intention to deceive but what is painted is what is perceived. Why the need to lie to me when her actions and my eyes see? Tenderness and comfort are in vague as are truth, respect and to behold. What she practices, does not brother me so it is the story of the unknown that hurts more. Why the need to lie to me when all I want is which I see? I will not leave her behind if the truth is told in words and signs. Friendship is based upon that trust that one gathers in all forms that are just. Why the need to lie to me when all I want is that I see?

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Poems of Passion Posted: 8/26/2005 11:28:50 PM
Hi Newly, Your poem was what the inner wordsmith would says was "soul" great write. I have alot of reading to do but it's worth the joy... Hope all is well and the family is fine.... Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 7/8/2005 1:27:58 PM
TY SAM ... your words struck home when I read it. Well done and humbled that you put it on my thread. Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/30/2005 2:06:55 PM
Shot Glass Where do I go that I do not see a shot glass or two for thee. With a name of the place stenciled on the glass like a face. What is so significant about a shot glass from Intuit? What is so pleasing about a shot glass for Riesling? Why is it so loving to bring home a shot glass from London? When is it like growing an iris to buy shot glasses from Paris? What is in your lemons about a shot glass from Timmins? What makes it a bastion to pick one up from Boston? Are they what makes a mansion if they all come from Lansing? OH earthly shot glass you conjure up memories from the past!

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Poems Of Hope And Faith (Never Give Up) Posted: 6/30/2005 2:05:36 PM
A short one from the north and the cool air we could use right now ... have a great 4th of July, Steve. Decisive Down to Sarnia we flew with hockey sticks, pucks and a player or two. Looking for that big win to bring home a Christmas gift for the kin. But to our dismay a team from London took us to bay. The hardware might have been elusive but team spirit shone bright and decisive.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/30/2005 1:33:53 PM
Thanks for the chocolate shakes Sam . What's on your mind for tonight I'm off - going for a sail then heading to the old hole. But wait, I did say that when the wind changed directions I would head to the brown milk land. Dreams, dreams, dreams........ have a great 4th of July! A Laugh and Snicker I set myself up with a snicker, a sugarcoating for a laughable thinker. Why do I not act like a Vicker when all I want is to be a victor? What does she see in this sucker who just thinks and tinkers with all that is right and sweeter? Why does she put up with my ticker that is worn on my sleeve with a sticker? Why does she please this licker when all I do is not listen quicker? How do tell her that life is a kicker for fun, laughs and a snicker? When will she see that I’m not a mocker but one that wants to be her lover? What do I have to do to be a picker of her heart and be so much richer?

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Long-Time Posted: 6/30/2005 10:26:12 AM
Hi Bubbles, I posted this poem a little while ago, but I thought you might like it. Have a great long Weekend!!! So norm! I travel in my thoughts a lot to see if I was ever a tot. And why have I learned my lesson to handle all as if in a passion. For day pleasures pass me by as I wait for an omen and a high. Unless I grasp the rod you offer this trip of life will be only tougher. In the past I tempered my will and tutored my spirit to be still. I allowed the ones I loved to handle me with atrocious gloves. What was it in my way that said I was a vassal for their play? I venture through my dreams to visit my spirits all on different teams. Am I the strength behind my heart or did my spirits cause my will to depart? They play games with my mind and spunk allowing others to deplete my worth until I’m junk. I must clench the rope you extend for my life is worth all that I can comprehend. As the daylight forgets my eyes, I see beyond the yearnings and lies. But I continue to sway and bend to those that exploit, my mind and body I lend. What is it these days that exclaims I am a slave to their say? I am a person that is very complex, made up of lessons that make others perplex. My resolve is to do what I wonder and I behave as if I am in a thunder. I throw walls of verbal dun as a fence against those I love but need no defense. I am a person of many forms that wants a life that can be so norm!

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/30/2005 10:18:15 AM
Hi Sam Hope your feeling better today. The following is about nature ... human kind. Lights Up The Heavens She is a light floating and dancing in the night sky as she smiles at the world as it reveres her thighs. Her gesture are moody yet given with flare as she teases mens desires if she would share. I found her one night dancing to her tune and wish upon a star to learn her name soon. My wish was granted but partially so as I gazed upon her beauty resting within an others soul. I reached for a star and found heaven beyond in a spirit, an attitude, an intellect and a song. Her mind is aglow with stars in her eyes and feelings of pleasure as she says her goodbyes. The feelings did leap as my heart was a flutter and the drug called love held me so tightly shuttered. I float in the heavens searching for the right star to wish upon and find the answer within a jar. For my star is the celestial being glowing nightly all wrapped up in a body radiating brightly. She lights up the heavens for all to see that a star called Love is for me.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Poems of Passion Posted: 6/30/2005 9:43:13 AM
The Two Words Did I hear right the words that came forth? What was it in my sight that projected feeling from the source? Did my ears deceive what was said to me by thee? Are my feelings being received by a person who is free? Am I the lucky one who has made the step to bliss? Am I the anointed son whose heart is on her wish list? Did her smile speak what her voice communicated to my heart? Did her hug seek to send by touch what her voice did part? What was it she articulated that my eager ears did learn? What two words were enunciate from lips so fine and discern? Did her smile render the words, meaning and passion? Did her body tender the words, warmth and satisfaction? That second in my time did send shivers down my spine. When she said “Luv you”!

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Confessions of the mind Posted: 6/30/2005 9:39:16 AM
HER BECKONING She came down the steps one at a time in a slow walk dragging her spirit behind. She stood by the car looking so bleak as her voice said Hi in a tone very weak. She smiled in an effort to show me affection but her feelings had flown with her selection. Her eyes were orifices with nothing to seek all surrounded in shadows bespeaking the meek. Her essence looked gone, standing so lost hugging her body as if it was to be tossed. Her glow was fading ever so fast while she fought her demons out of her past. She knew what her potential could life bring if her spirit and inner fire came alive to sing a song of faith from which her chime will ring to let her friends in at her beckoning.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/29/2005 2:47:32 PM
Hi sam , will have to get you out on that frozen pond this winter. Your last word ^ reminded me of when I was a gate keeper. Coach Rebound Between the posts he stood his ground waiting for his time and a thrill for a shot to show his skill And flexing the angle for no rebound. Out he came in a non-hurried bound surveying his post and the open confines he found the puck and his stanced refined waiting for the chance to give no rebound.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Long-Time Posted: 6/29/2005 9:50:36 AM
Bubbles, might be my age but sometimes I feel certain things can be told not in a public forum. TY for the kind words. Coach

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/29/2005 9:45:29 AM
True not kind ...... It's dripping down the sides ... great mid west chocolate milk... TY TY , Any deposition regarding blue screws???? How's the back?

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/29/2005 9:35:23 AM
To Behold You! The lyrics came forth in a gentle sway as I watched her shadow being beckon away. A soft feature that she keeps strictly at bay eluded from her image to wave at a jay. Her capacious heart emitted a pure ray alluding to what’s in store to play. The time seems so long to pass today without feeling her needs or her way. A slight smile or word for her to say will mend my afflict soul that’s in a fray when I miss to behold you each and every day.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 6/29/2005 9:33:00 AM
Hi sam , water has such a calming and knowing effect on me that I truly understand your poem "River". Having lived my entire life on or by water, I'm always in awe of Mother Nature and (as you write) "Showing me more than I knew". Compliments to your inslight. Above poem is awesome .... but that's what I'm learning to expect from you everytime.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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POETRY CONTEST ~~ ALL IN FUN ~~ hosted by Cats Posted: 6/29/2005 9:19:41 AM
bump

coach47

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Long-Time Posted: 6/29/2005 9:08:26 AM
Coteries As the day passes by waiting for a word, I begin to think that life is just for the birds. I wonder why I am in this state, always waiting for the other to open the gate? What is it that causes men to act as if in a seizure, their heads under total control by another’s behavior? The minutes turn into hours, the seeds into flowers. The hours turn into days the milk into curds and ways. My mind is in a whirling blight, all I see is a sea gleaning its waves of lights. A fall field waiting since the spring, to give up its harvest to the pickers that cling. It is an ironic turf that men want to snare, since they are so mesmerized by the addiction they share. The words turn into books, The rain drops into brooks. The books turn into a sanctuary. The decades into a century. I sit so still waiting for that signal to evoke emotions of grandeur, feelings that are not provoked. A warm phrase is all that I demand, to set the ear ablaze under a command. Why is the question so absurd, that I can have a word to be reassured. The numbers turn into directories. The priests into rectories. The worshipers turn into votaries. The past lovers into coteries.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Long-Time Posted: 6/29/2005 9:06:22 AM
Hi Bubbles, a person I met that I feel in love with at a bad time. hockeydad_47 yahoo.com

coach47

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Long-Time Posted: 6/29/2005 8:30:33 AM
Hi Bubbles ... drop me an email and I will give you the why. coach

coach47

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Long-Time Posted: 6/29/2005 7:20:51 AM
Bubbles, I would be honoured for you to have it printed, especially if it could help others. Thanks for the compliment, especially coming from such a worthy peer. Only SLOWLY....... I thought my Edsel was fast.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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POETRY CONTEST ~~ ALL IN FUN ~~ hosted by Cats Posted: 6/28/2005 2:38:12 PM
Hey Cat's how's the day been? Heat, heat everywhere and no shade to find??? Have a great one tonight. I'm just heading off for a swim and a few brews. Cheers

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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i,me,mine... Posted: 6/28/2005 2:23:32 PM
Someone like thee Why are your thoughts sad when you voice is happy and glad? Why are you so close to death when you embrace life in your breath? Why do you hurt your body and core when you enjoy what they bestow and more? Why do you suffer in the hands of others when you revel in a talent beyond your brothers. Why do you forsake that which are your goals when you marvel at that inner strength of your soul? What is it that makes you tick when you let others choose and pick? What is it that makes you elated when you take drugs that makes you sedated? What is it that makes you try when you permit strangers to arouse you to cry? What is it that makes you daring when you embrace a slice of life and forget the caring? What is it that makes you strong when you allow your body to be used for all that is wrong? Why do you feel so guilty when you feed the desire yet have no pity? Why do you hunger for zest when you let others force you to be the test? Why did you ask the question when you knew the answer before your lesson? Why do you savor those you like when you forget them so casually those pleasure nights? Why do you care about those you detest when you continue to indulge them as they put you in stress? For suicide is only a beat away for those who give up at the end of the day. But life is so full of questions from those who know only the sessions. Yet happiness is not an act it is a habit for those that embraces the fact. And comfort is the place it be for those of us who find someone to help like thee.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/28/2005 2:15:12 PM
Please Try Again Later I picked up the phone with a smile in my eye, a playful thought running unabated without a sigh. My hand move undaunted towards the keys, punching in the number from memory and a please. The receiver went quickly up to my ear, so I would not miss a single word from one so dear. The dial tone rang, then rang once again, on the third try it was connected to a voice so plain. “Please hold while your call is being connected.” I held on waiting with bated breath, as the dial tone rang full of anticipated wealth. I heard the connection searching going through, and I sat up preparing my first words so true. The tension and anxiousness seized my spine, as that split second was tossed in the air like a dime. Heads or tails, do I win? Then a voice catapulted verbalizing a mortal sin. “Cantel AT&T” It said with a glee “The customer you are calling is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later.” It finished in a tone with a hint of a plea. I know that voice so intimately a voice man-made to sound timidity. A voice one grows to detest For it supplants the voice I request.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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POETRY CONTEST ~~ ALL IN FUN ~~ hosted by Cats Posted: 6/28/2005 2:01:52 PM
An Unbelievable Day-Dream I left work around 5:oo p.m. whirling with a gleam I traveled through the neighborhood unbelievably in a dream. I saw the winter lights and the warmth in the beam. I guided towards that home to be part of a team. I walked up the steps and heard the music’s theme. I approached the door and felt the energy oozing from it’s seams. I heard the coaching trumped out in a ream. I saw the hard bodies working out emitting unbelievable steam. I watched in awe, thinking about chocolate and cream. I imagined for a second, drinking from their stream. I lingered for a moment wanting to enter into that scene. I turned away and realized how not to be a bream. I leaped down the steps and dramatized I was weaned. I continued on my way thanking God for these unbelievable day-dreams.

coach47

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POETRY CONTEST ~~ ALL IN FUN ~~ hosted by Cats Posted: 6/28/2005 1:44:46 PM
The Mysterious Stranger As I sit and play with my thoughts I wonder about my spent past and the many games I’ve sought to enter, to leave, to endure the task. What was it that I did search? A physical release of emotion, that causes one’s spirit to teach the inner self total devotion. Was it the strength to survive? The will power to overcome the pain, that has injured and darken my resolve to build upon my vitality that is drained. Was it the peace of mind? The growth of the spiritual thrust to lift oneself to the spirit of Devine understanding in one’s ability to trust. Was it to hide from my past? To escape into a game with an end that can be played behind one’s mask knowing what pastille I need to tend. Was it to forge a silhouette of my spirit? To hide behind a phantom that speaks in a mimic’s lyric with signs and gestures one fathoms’. What is it that I seek? A glimmer of my forgotten dream, a resemblance that I can peek into and see what I would seem. As I rise and work with my convictions I believe that my future will stand for the many milestones I will petitioned to win, to enjoy , to enter my door. For a silhouette is only a likeness of me, A mysterious stranger only to me.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Poems of Passion Posted: 6/28/2005 1:30:59 PM
Hi All, Sam hope you've saved me a gallon or two of that chocolate milk?? Shaken not stirred I hope? Heading your way as soon as the wind changes. So keep it on ice. Newly, so you have one or two or maybe more hiddened in the closet. - interesting. As they say it's in the smile!!!! Now in my case, I keep trying to sail away from mine but damn they are good swimmers!! A COY MOMENT Was I acting coy? Was I acting affectedly modest, And shy in a playful, provocative way. Was I acting vague? Was I showing irritating evasiveness, And a reluctance to make a definite statement. Was I acting bashful? Was I warily rejecting your overtures And a demure and not to be easily cajoled Was I acting prudish? Was I being deliberately misleading And my answers were brief and constrained. Was I acting proper? Was I observing conventional manners, And a behavior marked by suitability and rightness. Was I acting morally? Was I asking for your confession and sins, And providing you with disapproval and penitence? Was I being you? Was I conducting myself in an elusive manner, And was coy, vague, ambagious, evasive and aggravate at you? Was I just wondering? Was I interested in your life for this past week, And needed to know that you were safe and secure? Was I intending to be myself? Was I feeling concern about you And offering you support if in need of anything? Was I delighted? Was I filled with wonderment and happiness And just so glad that you still had a smile, a light in your eyes for me? YES - for a coy moment.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

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Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/28/2005 12:08:13 PM
The Butterfly Kisses They come into this world all the same color. They flutter about under the sun, dancing from spot to spot. All in harmonious color. They flap their wings in a graceful spirit, Landing on perches high and low, Staying only for a few seconds, All in a hastening spirit. They flicker their wings and tickle the air, Dusting off the smoothest circle, Slowing down but never still, Becharming in flight though their air. Batting rapidly the eyelids did answer Touching so gently the creation beyond With the warmth of the whisper Butterfly kisses was the answer. The gentle spirit and inner light sparkled, The energy delivered by the lashes, Sending undeniable shivers Into the heart to sparkle. Butterflies are nature’s moving present, An artist rendition in every one, A living gallery for the spirit, Butterfly kisses are love’s enduring present.

coach47

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Addiction Posted: 6/27/2005 3:24:30 PM
Kevin, great thread and great writes. It's your own place inwhich you can echo your feelings. And man you place your depth of understanding into your words for all to hear ........... as you wrote " Embraced it and learned to live again" is what recovery is all about.... step at a time. Coach

coach47

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Head in the clouds. Posted: 6/24/2005 11:56:20 AM
All in a moment's play I woke up early today ready to play I looked at the sun and it's ray I was headed for the sea at the bay I stopped and waited for her say I listened to the her yell nay I got ready to work and pay... So I jumped into my day and my Edsel and dove away!

coach47

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Msg: 53 (view)

Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/24/2005 11:42:44 AM
Is It Easy Being Me? I wonder at the honesty yet the lie. I marvel at the dignity yet the lowliness. I awe at the elegance yet the simplicity. I ponder at the enchantress yet the seductress. I wonder at the morality yet the pretense. I marvel at the composure yet the submissiveness. I awe at the refinement yet the directness. I ponder at the temptress yet the jezebel. I wonder at the probity yet the deception. I marvel at the pride yet the meekness. I awe at the beauty yet the plainness. I ponder at the charmer yet the siren. Is it easy being me? I doubt the honesty yet believe the lie. I dash the dignity yet believe the lowliness. I disdain the elegance yet believe the simplicity. I forget the enchantress yet believe the seductress. I doubt the morality yet accept the pretense. I dash the composure yet accept the submissiveness. I disdain the refinement yet accept the directness. I forget the temptress yet accept the jezebel. I doubt the probity yet agree to the deception. I dash the pride yet agree to the meekness. I disdain the beauty yet agree to the plainness. I forget the charmer yet agree to the siren. Is it easy being me? I hope for the honesty yet tell the lie. I require the dignity yet live the lowliness. I need the elegance yet see the simplicity. I act the enchantress yet play the seductress. I hope for the morality yet accommodate the pretense. I require the composure yet acquiesce to the submissiveness. I need the refinement yet concede to the directness. I act the temptress yet espouse the jezebel. I hope for the probity yet commit to the deception. I require the pride yet undertake the meekness. I need my inner beauty yet adopt the plainness. I act the charmer yet trust the siren. Is it easy being me - the one they call God?

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 29 (view)

VOTING THREAD FOR ALL IN FUN POETRY CONTEST Posted: 6/24/2005 11:28:12 AM
Bump

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 563 (view)

i,me,mine... Posted: 6/24/2005 10:22:38 AM
Thank you Bubbles, I'm honoured to have the opportunity to live so close to a person of your of talent. Book It! “Are you staying for awhile?” “Can I give you a dance?” Just book it! “It’s too bad you have to leave.” “Au revoir, Au revoir.” Just book it! “Do not forget me?” “NOT” Just book it! It took all of a minute with a smile To chat, to answer, to head to the ranch. Just book it! My heart stood still as I retrieved All my memories that I revere. Just book it! I will seize the right moment for that dance because I booked it!

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 455 (view)

DIARY OF A MAD MAN Posted: 6/24/2005 9:59:35 AM
Hi Cross ... after awhile I just listen to the director not the audience in my head!! But Andy Whorhal is only a soup can away for me most of the time.... theres a great exhibit of his work in Poland (FYI)... audience talking. The Purpose It is the changing of colours and a beautiful day this season when all the leaves have served their purpose and fall to the season. The sun still has a warmth, a passion in its light as it changes the arch and distance to send it’s beams of light. The earth is slowing down in a knowing renewal of the life cycle of nature gaining strength for its own renewal. Mankind is walking in a hurried pace to garner sustenance before the winter and snow come upon us with unbridled sustenance. What purpose does the changing of the seasons play in this ever adapting world that’s mankind’s field of play? Is it a macrocosm of total understanding of a cabaret that is both a drama and a comedy in the world’s cabaret? Is Mother Nature in her wisdom all knowing to see the rapture of man overwhelmed by her knowing? Is the stature of an individual as great as the fold in the vision of one looking out from the herded fold? A child walks through the blanket of leaves and is amazed by Nature’s choice of colours and impressions to be totally amazed. The hunter strolls through the leaves with his purpose in mind to take a creature of Nature, without a thought in mind. The birds search in the leaves for the path, for a journey back to the natural roots, the legacy of their journey. The season of falling leaves alters the picture on this face of time to show us that our life is but a single thread in time. What purpose does the human race bring to Nature’s life if all we do is sow our seed without thinking about another one’s life? Does the winter cleanse the earth and the human spirit by providing a stark reality to the essence required for the spirit? Does man control the germination in the spring and the source of human need by applying regimentation and rules for the source? How does the warmth of the summer sun play an important function in the life blood of the new generation and in man’s function? The purpose of life is to recreate the nature of renewal, to grow the knowledge of one’s spirit within the fold, to offer the goodness of love and kindness through out our journey, to walk as a person in tune with Nature and have a purpose to life.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 52 (view)

Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/24/2005 9:40:34 AM
In My Words Her presence appeared one night, many years ago The feel, the spirit, a bewitching sight That left my heart on fire, in a glow. I was in a bedeviled state under the light A smile, a face, all from a hint so long ago. The beautiful presence was hidden for awhile. Caught up in a life that we did not know. Many months did past as we walked the tile, Waiting, hoping, lingering at the show In the off chance, all from a hint so long ago. Her presence did surface one night. Whose inner light was quite dim and waiving. The smile was there but hiding under another’s might. Gradually severing the past, a different ride waiting. An offer of amity, all from a hint so long ago. The presence’s spiritual worth grew potent. Her inner light gained hope and strength. Her fundamental savvy became important. Her friends gave life, love at arms length. A sanguine destiny, all from a hint so long ago. Her presence set the world alive. She became a mortal, a person, a woman. Living, laughing, her own place to survive. Gourmet skills lavished even on the footman. Forgetting the pain, all from a hint so long ago. The presence’s forgot the world can be immoral Pushing her into a turbulent battle back to her past. Back into the nightmares from those unremorseful. Evil waiting for a weak moment to smash. Lost again to the night, all from a hint so long ago. Her presence’s left a mark on my world. A graceful image dancing on her stage. A smile, a look left lingering in a whirl. A untenable spirit that found it’s place on a page. In my words, all from a hint so long ago. Miss you!!!

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 51 (view)

Words that make me what I am Posted: 6/24/2005 9:21:53 AM
My sister died a year ago. There was no need or reason for it outside that it was her time in her mind. Miss you! Bon Voyage Bon Voyage - Our Sister, you will fly surrounded by the mist of our love. You will wing your way home on the winds of eagerness. You will soar above the clouds on the current of yearning. Your flight will be one of peace, happiness, and bliss mixed in with our love. Bon Voyage - Helen. Bon Voyage - Helen, your dream was the ticket of wanting love. Your heart was the flight of craving love. Your nirvana was the paradise of seeking the ideal love. Your Shangri-la is the destination of love. Your ecstasy is what your love is about. Bon Voyage - Helen

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 814 (view)

Poems of Passion Posted: 6/24/2005 8:15:07 AM
Ahh to dream or not to dream..... But that warm sliken body beside, touching our skin, sending power to our souls, to our manhood and floating our mind into those depths of wanting.... a wanting that comes when one is safe to dream of desire, to dream of our secret Fetish What is a fetish? Is it the belief in voodoo? Is it the superstitious juju? Is it the magical powers of hoodoo? Or is it the inner ego fetes for a celebration, an enormous festive night in the name of a fetish fever embraced together forever.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 109 (view)

ALL IN FUN --- POETRY CONTEST Posted: 6/23/2005 12:19:17 PM
And son .... bump junior

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 33 (view)

Poems Of Hope And Faith (Never Give Up) Posted: 6/23/2005 11:34:21 AM
Steve, I had posted this earlier but feel that it fits with your thread's meaning: REACHING FOR RAINBOWS If we don't ever take chances, we won't reach the rainbows. If we don't ever search, we'll never be able to find. If we don't attempt to get over our doubts and fears, we'll never discover how wonderful it is to live without them. If we don't go beyond difficulty, we won't grow any stronger. If we don't keep our dreams alive, we won't have our dreams any longer. But...... if we can take a chance now and then, seek and search, discover and dream, grow and go through each day with the knowledge that we can only take as much as we can give, and we can only get as much out of life as we allow ourselves to live.... Then....... we can be truly happy. We can realize a dream or two along the way, and we can make a habit of reaching out for rainbows and coloring our lives with wonderful days. There is never a moment of time that does not reach its potential as it shifts through the sphere without a glance at those involved and moves suddenly past us all into the ream of the past. It is the grasping of those points of time in our lives that make us special as we have understood the reality of playing the game as it evolved and brings us to that common goal of having played and enjoyed.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 805 (view)

Poems of Passion Posted: 6/23/2005 10:10:21 AM
Awe Newly, "Offering" caused a tear or two in my soul...... You have a way of touching people TY. I thought this might continue the thought. All That Binds I am a odds with my soul as I seek to move within a fold. I am not a sheep or a lamb but a man who is now in a jamb. My heart and emotions are not free for I fell in love at the age I met thee. I cannot change what has gone before Nor remove the link that binds us four. But I have never felt like this til now as my heart is guiding like a plow. I do not know where my love is leading nor if my heart can stand any healing. What is it that I should do: Think like a teen and be a fool? Imagine like a dreamer and stand and drool? Pretend like an user and jump in the pool? Sham like an imposter and be so cool? Charm like a smoothie and use the tool? Or Be a man and let fate play a hand? For truly my heart and mind are just one of a kind. And the one I admire is a person very fine. One of a kind that deserves what shines today, tomorrow and all that binds. For love is not a passing design not to be used as walking the line. It is forever in hearts so devine in harmony just like sipping great wine.

coach47

Joined: 4/22/2005

Msg: 32 (view)

Poems Of Hope And Faith (Never Give Up) Posted: 6/23/2005 9:53:22 AM
Hi Steve, a little different but the thought counts ..... about my son! A Winning Event He swaggered up to the pole with ease, Tossing a glance at the pinnacle like a tease. Focused on his task at hand, to race to the top and survey the land. The bell on top is his destination.. The fastest time on the clock is his stipulation. He strapped on his foot cleats and aligned them with his plant’s pleat. The cleats are sharpened to a razors edge in order to give him a better wedge. He readies his safety harness and saddles up to the pole with fondness. He waits with a hurried awareness of time the starter counts down to let him unbind. Ready... 3, 2, 1 .....go! He leaps with unbridled energy at the pole. His cleats dig into the wood with passion As bare hands hold the balance in his fashion. Up the pole he does scamper missing a cleat causes him to hamper. His progress is slowed by a step or two his legs now feel stuck to the pole by glue. He continues his climb forced by self-will to finish what was started for a thrill. He reaches the top and rings the bell surveying the land and a story to tell. He lowers himself to the ground below with more experience and pride to show. That he reached the top as was the plan that time did not allow him to be the best man. But he knows that he gave it his best today and is gaining in the strength to play. Each new meet is somewhere on the way on his journey to come out of the fray. His pride and fortitude is his pay and he will be back for the final say.

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