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 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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and I have yet to be truly fufilled...
at ten
at twenty
then thirty...strap on your seatbelt
here comes fourties, fifties and on and on
nothing captures me more than one big, big
harvest moon.
people do not leave things alone.
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
Msg: 802
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Posted: 8/18/2010 10:33:32 PM
people do not leave things alone
where in the hell should they go?
Run thousands of miles
searching for something...
I just want to wear the ring
of honesty with myself
and I've yet to devise such a thing
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
Msg: 803
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Posted: 8/19/2010 7:59:01 AM
Wait until we can all have a new beginning
the sun is reborn everyday
I watch it on the horizon, directly above
and am jealous of its frivolous existence
I suppose everyone needs a clock for reference
but I hate being on time...
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 804
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Posted: 8/19/2010 9:06:16 AM
being on time is too intense
a programmed response to me,
why not let the moment fly
and chemistry just be,
sure sounds like much more fun
than stuck inside some box,
rattling round in someones head
there are so many rocks,
dump them out and start again
replaced with newer thought,
it is the good things that are free
you know they cant be bought,
throw that clock away today
and fear that you wont know,
when how where to stay
and let your feelings grow,
sometimes it is that simple
to forget time does exist,
before you know you'll understand
its an addiction you cant resist,
as the day floats into night
you will remember well,
your bondage to the clock
as been a living hell
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 805
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Posted: 8/20/2010 11:41:41 PM
as feathers float gently down from round the bend
I exist somewhere else...
feeling, tasting reality.
One_ this gray, sober, ugly nowhere day
running fingers along an anonymous wall
but...strength placed a comforting arm
around a child's frail shoulder
with care my steps lifted to reach the sky.
Who, what cares?
Something indeed accepts every flippin pain.
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
Msg: 806
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Posted: 8/21/2010 3:43:24 AM
something indeed accepts every flippin pain
a carry-over or a new twinge to sustain
a natural progression in my geriatric phrase
or due to mismanagement of this life maze

no one to blame for my current affairs
or whether I choose the elevator or stairs
my choices have been all my own heretic
perhaps a smidgen have come via genetic
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 807
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Posted: 8/21/2010 7:33:37 AM
perhaps a smidgen have come via genetic
inheritance but, soon, hectic
and afraid to be alone
they joined up with other tendencies.

Every disease is a remedy
for some other condition.
What is real is, always,
no more than a suspicion.
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
Msg: 808
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Posted: 8/21/2010 9:36:50 AM
No more than a suspicion
Led me to seek him out
And sent me on this mission
Of which I can now tout
My sense that he was leaving
turned out to be too true.
And while I sit bereaving
He's off in his Navy blue.
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 8/21/2010 10:14:11 AM
He's off in his navy blue
as i used to be too
for blue was my favorite color
i'd where it like no other
and he was handsome and devine
only problem he wasn't all mine
he love to share and share he did
but boy, oh boy, did i love my squid
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
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Posted: 8/21/2010 10:57:43 AM
^^^my spin, not quite the same "animal"vvv

but boy, oh boy, did i love my squid
fry them up crisp and light, I did
serve them up with linguine and clams nice and hot
add them and a pinch of saffron to the Bouillabaisse pot

the ocean shares her bounty with us
too often we misuse her faithful trust
she must not be left alone in her healing
we must aid in her recovery of our dealing

we humans love to discover and procure
anything that will add pleasure to our leisure
we use, need, want, and don't hesitate to squander
much of what our universe may produce no longer

be kind
rewind
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 811
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Posted: 8/21/2010 11:02:13 PM
much of what our universe may produce no longer
be kind, rewind
to the point I thought squid was comfort food.
so for example chicken wings that had little worth..
until they became Buffalo chicken wings...
here in a corner one little hermit
who understood the dynamics of
jumping on the bandwagon.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 812
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Posted: 8/22/2010 1:59:45 AM
jumping on the bandwagon
when light and laughter can begin
joining in where others play
feeling love within each day

knowing life's not always kind
seeing hearts that hate when blind
letting go the sorrow and pain
giving love with nothing to gain

these are the goals that touch my soul
that stay with me when I've nowhere to go
helping me be with the inhumanity
when my heart just wants some loving company
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
Msg: 813
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Posted: 8/22/2010 6:16:08 AM
When my heart just wants some loving company
Not really needing to delve into sympathy
I go through the phonelist but discover each time
The same special person comes into my mind
No matter what the time of day may be
He will stop what he's doing and be there for me
The words, the gestures they tell me it all
And make me feel happy I had given him the call
We sit and we chat for an hour or three
His arm on my shoulder, my head on his knee
And when the day ends and he gets up to go
I am truly loved and it's for certain I know.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 8/22/2010 8:45:44 AM
I am truly loved and it's for certain I know.
when chips are cashed in there is nothing to show
lost in the haze with nuthin to glow
i can gaze in the haze of tomorrow

i am good. i have found peace
on this ground that we lease
though i wish the noise would cease
there is no time for sorrow
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 8/22/2010 12:52:08 PM
there is no time for sorrow
though grief will always follow
a loss or a death until we can see
when someone dies it can set them free
while those who are left might feel a great sadness
until the day comes they celebrate their loved ones
replacing despair with knowing they care
and sometimes their presence can be felt right here
on their birthday or anniversary, especially,
or maybe the day that they died annually
a smell or a warmth might suddenly appear
and it's your beloved you'd know anywhere
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 8/22/2010 1:07:35 PM
it's your beloved you'd know anywhere
i would swear you are still right next to me
i wake and weep at your absence
in search of a way to be

i still see you when i close my eyes
ground down without goodbyes
there is no time for telling lies
while chasing what is free

(love ya we)
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/22/2010 4:20:18 PM
while chasing what is free
eye on the horizon
I've tripped on the future
forgetting to look down

while chasing what is free
I've sometimes lost track of
what I've left behind me
those precious souls waiting

while chasing what is free
I finally found it
planted in the place so special to me
chasing nothing but joy
 Super_Eve
Joined: 10/23/2008
Msg: 818
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Posted: 8/22/2010 4:43:13 PM
chasing nothing but joy
and choosing only such
guides me to the center of questions
what brings me joy?

the deep love of my family
the deepest love of a spouse (or soon to be)
the wonders of nature
the sweetest stirrings of human connection

and I hope as I walk through my days
ahead
I remember...
not to complicate it.
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/22/2010 4:49:32 PM
not to complicate it
is a fine art
taking a lifetime
to master

the brain rushes
to analyze
to question and seek
an answer

forgetting to ask
if the answer
matters one bit in
the grand scheme
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/22/2010 5:02:11 PM
complete with tar and feathers
a scarlet letter on my chest
still I will not bow my head
truth is I couldn't care less

It's hard enough to please myself
the rest will have to bare
they're welcome to just walk away
if they don't want to hear it.
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/22/2010 6:40:07 PM
me thinks our youth quite careless
new youth walks the same ramp
nights within the headphones
best spot right near the amps
but who would live past thirty
surely many lost their will
who knew we'd be left standing
the ones to pay the bill
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 8/22/2010 7:17:25 PM
who knew we'd be left standing
the ones to pay the bill
i thought i would be dead at 21
god, i was so ill

so there is nuthin left to do
but to act like i believe
at 47 ive done my best
to own the path i weave

living on borrowed time
lost on the streets tonight
to change the world and write a rhyme
not knowing if its right

(good lead, cj. now its closing in on vac time at the shore)
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 8/22/2010 9:18:28 PM
not knowing if it's right
staying up so late tonight
writing rhymes among my friends
yet that term so much depends....

we've got history, my friends and me,
and many don't live in this country
though some go back and went off track
and others may have felt attacked,
it's writers here from over there
who gathered today just to share....

not knowing if it's wrong
to follow another poet's song
yet my heart is happy with all we've shared
my soul's content to know we cared
my body's tired from a long working day
my mind's relaxed 'cuz we played here today...

for writing poetically has been a whole lot less
having some fun with those who know best
how to make me laugh with their all too sharp wit
I try to keep up but I'm not nearly as quick
at having a come-back that shows I can tease
or let the words flow with the greatest of ease

yet it's poetry that I've missed recently
so time to begin perhaps yet again
a thread that is filled with poetic passion
one where I'm free to write spontaneously
and create my own first lines actually....

time to find space to write in the night
or the wee hours of the morning
when the muse calls without warning...
time to detach just a bit from the wit
though I'd miss the tears of a good laughing fit....


to all here!
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
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Posted: 8/23/2010 5:51:06 AM
though I'd miss the tears of a good laughing fit
I seem to seek out and suckle from the noir tit
from cinema celluloid to printed prose
mystery, death, despair is what I chose
I've always had a yen for the dark
what does that say about what gives me a spark?
that's a scary point to ponder
is it just another side of my wonder?
I worry not at being drawn into peril
controlled by fear that I might turn feral
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
Msg: 825
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Posted: 8/23/2010 8:56:17 AM
Controlled by fear that I might turn feral,
I ran to the bedroom and grabbed my apparel.
I threw it into the broken valise
And took off in the night to avoid the police.
I knew in my heart I should turn tail and retreat,
But I feared more the life I would have in defeat.
I ran 'til my feet no longer would function
And saw up ahead a light at the junction.
I asked to be taken inside for some gruel,
But the look in her eyes said she's nobody's fool.
So onward and outward I go in the night
Hoping for more options than just flee or fight.
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