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Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 19
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This ones gonna be a keeper,
Sky blue eyes,
Downy brown hair,
Bundle of joy,
Tucked in for the night,
In his tiny little sleeper.
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 20
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/3/2006 1:24:20 PM
ask him in his tiny sleeper
ask the voices in his head
ask the violent grim reaper
ask him why that he is dead

atoms, anthrax, neutron bombs,
slingshots, stones, a sharpened stick,
Agent Orange, Glock quick-loader,
does it matter which he picks?

ask the radiation burned,
ask the blistered, dying ones,
ask the broken, battered bodies,
ask the mothers, daughters, sons

arrow, spears, cross-bows, cannon,
napalm, phosphorus spread wide,
'smart' bombs, torture, traps trip-wired,
does it matter how they died?

ask the breast impaled and bleeding,
ask the voices screaming wild,
ask the lamed what parts are missing,
ask the grieved, “Was that your child?”

armor, weapons, ordnance, arms,
safeguards, protective armament,
'defense' budget, your income taxes,
does it matter where it’s spent?

ask the children shot at recess,
ask the teachers knifed in school,
ask the dead and dying millions,
ask them, “Why is killing ‘cool’?”

alligator purses, cowhide cases,
kid gloves, handmade pigskin boots,
blue suede shoes, a sharkskin wallet,
does it matter which he shoots?

ask the trapped and butchered ‘gator,
ask the baby goat who’s skinned,
ask the pig as its throat’s slit open,
ask the shark while it’s definned

ankle-length chinchilla, sable,
silver fox, Blackglama mink,
fleece-lined jackets, fur-trimmed parkas,
does it matter what they think?

ask the creatures raised in cages,
ask the lambs born just to die,
ask the wild, free-living beings,
ask them, “Are you less than I?”

appetizers, antipasto,
Sunday roast, cheeseburger rare,
caviar, crisp bacon, trout,
does it matter if they care?

ask the sturgeon, slit open, eggless,
ask the cow whose child is “veal,”
ask the trout when hooked and gasping,
ask them all, “Is your pain real?”

assassination, murder, war,
genocide, Manslaughter One,
execution, hunting, fishing,
does it matter why it’s done?

ask the widow left alone,
ask the orphans, parentless,
ask the victim’s sole survivor,
ask them who to curse or bless

ask yourself which death you fancy,
ask how you’d prefer to go,
ask why you don’t stop the killing,
when all you have to say is, “NO!”
Joined: 8/30/2005
Msg: 24
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/4/2006 4:32:52 AM
You're a damn good frined of mine,
And that's not some sort of line.
When I need you, you are here,
When I need a drink, you have the beer.
When I need a hug, to get through,
You hold me close and I don't feel blue.
If only there were more like you,
But not so many know what to do.
You are such a great friend, and so true,
I don't know how to live without you!!!

Next Line: I don't know how to live without you
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 25
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/4/2006 3:22:20 PM
I don't know how to live without you
But I would surely like to try
This life youv'e made a living hell
I'd much prefer you die
Joined: 9/30/2004
Msg: 29
First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/5/2006 12:07:09 PM
Love will find and heal us...
You need only to believe.
For it is truely writen, 'if you give, you shall receive'.

Just remember, when it comes to 'Love'.
You'll find it deep within.
This crazy lil 'L' word...
Can be your 'foe' or 'friend'.

Love can be very fragile.
Or, made of solid steel.
No matter, what it's made of...Make sure that it is real...

With this my friends I leave you... with merely one last verse.
This crazy lil 'L' word... needs never to be rehearsed.
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 30
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/5/2006 1:31:08 PM
This crazy lil 'L' word... needs never to be rehearsed
I have found my friends after all these years
That lil L word she is cursed

To mutter it should be a crime
Rip out my tongue, poke out my eyes
Then put me in a box of pine
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 31
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/5/2006 1:47:02 PM
To Freyamoon

Well done lass.

I tried to send you a compliment...but alas you have the age thingy locked in to younger persons and it wouldn't go through.
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 37
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First Line, Last Line
Posted: 2/5/2006 7:18:15 PM
And another day till day will dawn

220 more days.

Remembering war, and women and drunken brawls,
As with drunken anger I smash the table top.
When do you end a day." I say.
"At sunset. at dawn."
Came the answers.

No real discussion as the mood turned to silence,
Only to be broken by someone at the door, "D-Troop, saddle up!"
"The spirit of the cavalry." I thought.

220 more days.

"The worst thought of being drunk is that of being sober,"
Someone said as we loaded into the slick.
Twenty-five minutes in the air, then all night in the dirt.
"It's always the same." I thought.

220 more days

Chilled by the wind in the slicks,
As the heat on the ground is scarcely bearable.
Another mundane task.
Move out and stop, Move out and stop,
Until the repetition evolves into dusk.
Set up and go sit in your own personal hole,
Draw branches over your head and wait in silence.
It's dark now and you wait.
Let the ratios take over,
Everything, even your worth is in the count. and you wait in silence.
Damn mosquitoes.

220 more days.

You live through the days with inert insomnia,
Unconsciously you know better than to sleep.
Three, four days and more if you have to.
Even at night you sweat.

220 more days.

Listen, You hear nothing, but human movement.
It's a natural thing after a while.
Wait and listen, Wait and listen as the night grows deeper into darkness.
Hours pass - until - listen,
You can count the passing silhouettes,
One - two - three, There's one dude combing his hair,
Eleven - twelve - thirteen, they're there.
Someone's gonna die
With only 220 more days.

Along the path they move,
Like a low fog in the trees.
Then a deadening orange flash rips though the night.
Like a deafening silent dream
And nature and man is thrown through the darkness
And into your face.
Still they're there.
Not the same though.
They're dropping, confused and shattered they're running,
but they don't know where.
Like ants on a small limb,
How, when you spray them with insecticide
They twist and jerk and finally drop.
It's silent again,
But an inhuman knowing silence.
Everyone knows what's gonna happen,
Them - us - me. 220 fun filled days.

They come,
Running, they charge like a thin, pathetic wave.
and you sit and you fire and fire and fire and you know your killing and you fire.
And Kramer, Medic, Kramer. Kramer's dead.
He's dead and I know him.
and they're coming and you fire and you scream
Damn you LBJ !!
You killed him and you fire.
and they die and they come
and Carrol's jumps up and Topolewski's up
and I'm up and there is no more they're coming there here.
And you fire at the living and you bayonet the dead and shoot and stab the half dead, for they must know vengeance and they are gone.

You fall back in your hole, and midnight seems like noon.
You smoke a cigarette, almost laughingly,
Because you know it doesn't matter any more.
Wait, you can even sleep now,
In shifts. Hours till dawn.
The night turns to gray.
The stench of powder and blood and steel permeates the stillness of the rising sun.
219 more days
Joined: 1/29/2006
Msg: 43
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Before my view became corrupted.
Posted: 2/5/2006 10:24:20 PM
life was that of a child ,
When they sent us off to war
For family, and honor, and country
Like our fathers had before

Were we old enough to shave?
We really must have been!
We had a nation to save.

Were we old enough to vote?
We really should have been!
We wore a jungle for a coat.

Were we old enough to cry?
We really could have been!
We were old enough to die.

Were we old enough to live?
We really might have been!
If our lives we didn’t give.

Are we to be remembered?
We really ought to be!

Joined: 10/6/2005
Msg: 45
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life was that of a child
Posted: 2/5/2006 10:57:20 PM
I will grow
Straight and tall
Tell all I know
That I will not fall

I will sore
Each day to new heights
Not to bore
But to see great sights

I will pray
Live life to the fullest
To see each new day
And all its conquest

I will sit
Absorb what I see
Not to keep it
But set it free
Joined: 9/30/2004
Msg: 46
But set it free...
Posted: 2/6/2006 1:25:45 AM
But set it free... Is my plea.
This loom and gloom, isn't for me.
Upon every dawn a new day I see.
I praise the Lord who gave it to me.

Troubles come, an then they pass.
Make each day brighter than the last.
For if it is a light you shine...
From it's glimmer, I light mine.

Yet if you linger, feeling sad.
Stop looking back at what you had.
You cling to the past, an there you'll stay.
Upon every new dawn, you'll miss a new day.

Climb out of the foxhole.
Let go of your rage.
Today is a new day.
Turn the page.

All the bitterness, an all the strife;
Can hold you back. Can take your life.
Upon every new dawn...You start a clean slate.
It's all up to you. It's yours to create.

Tonight as the dusk, fades from the sky.
Bury those tears you've already cried.
For a new day will be dawning. Make it brand new.
Out with the old, In with the new.
Joined: 10/6/2005
Msg: 48
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Out with the old, In with the new
Posted: 2/7/2006 10:04:22 PM
I will love again
Put aside the pain
Get close and release
Feelings growing inside

I will love again
Enjoy and relax
Put forth the effort
Permit the heart to warm

I will love again
With respect and truth
Honest and free
With my heart and soul

I will love again
Open up and caress
Without fear of sorrow
With hope and faith

I will love again
Give unconditionally
And without regret
Where my heart will soar

I will love again
And with this no regrets
For it will be
A love open and free
Joined: 9/30/2004
Msg: 50
A love open and free
Posted: 2/8/2006 11:01:35 PM
And I will meet a new friend...
Go to new places.
Get out of that house.
To some wide open spaces.

When it comes, to hapiness,
it's quite, the coin toss. You MUST get your focus, 'OFF'. what you've lost.

Yeah life's a betch**, oh poor, poor you.
It's over now, what more can you do.
It's OVIOUS it never was right.
Or, you'd both be right there together tonight.

So... Stop moaning an groaning.
It's over. It's thru.
Get out of that bed an look at you.

Talk is cheap. I've learned the hard way.
An when it's cheap,'ve double to pay.
Put those feet to the floor.
Head- held high, & shoulders back.

Step up to the plate.
Start reaching out.

Reach for the stars.
An what lifes all about

No moaning an groaning.
No whining allowed.
Lose yourself, in a great crowd.

Start smelling the flowers.
Listen to a song bird.
Actually hear, what you've heard.

Life's not about drama or who's in who's pants..
Turn up the music... It's time to dance
Get to know, who you really are.
I'll give you a clue, you won't have to look far.

For until you know all about yourself.
You've no extra to give to somebody else.

It's outta the love love from my heart; that I typed this for you

But, the 'Bottomline' , is ATTITUDE

It's all how you see it. and how you play.
So get your butt up. It starts today.

Joined: 9/30/2004
Msg: 97
last line, first line
Posted: 2/13/2006 11:23:12 AM
Nowhere to go, still I drive away...
Turn right, onto the 'Road less traveled'
Cross the bridge at the babbling brook
Over the meadow an thru the woods
I read it somewhere in a book.

Nowhere to go, still I drive away...
Yet, am I driving away or to?
over here, over all along the way
Nowhere to go, still I drive away...
Joined: 11/24/2005
Msg: 102
last line, first line
Posted: 2/14/2006 11:56:09 AM
He moved in along side the house by the wood
so close to the tide, why? Because he could.
Up high on the rocks that rambled house stood
taunting Mother Nature, as only Man would.

I remember the day that the storm took the bait
and off in the sea when shanty and mate.
So I come to this place, in search of fate
and who knows, perhaps I may find a date!

I have written some letters, and gotten some back
and gotten to know what each of them lack!
The thing that's important for most of the pack
seems to be how will they get in the sack!

My message is clear...if you choose to heed...
go back to your profile and give it a read!
Does it say what you want or what you don't need?
Does it show that you may be the best of your breed?

Or does it show what you dont want and highlight it well
in negative terms that surely won't sell?
Be honest, my friends and your story will tell
exactly why you want out off your shell.

And maybe some other, searching like you
will read what you wrote, and feel like you do!
For honesty, humor and love are a few
of the things we all seek...anew.

Our search will continue, until we realize
that there, right beside us, is someone we prize.
Be they big or small,or just the size
We know they're the one, by the look in their eyes.

This Valentines day poem brings blessings for all
If you have not heard from a loved one, give them a call
Remind them you it now, dont stall!

I started this poem in truth, just in jest...
but somehow it drifted, tho I tried my best
to more serious I'll let it rest!
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 155
Last Line -- First Line
Posted: 2/24/2006 10:09:48 PM
That is a lovely poem i enjoy you'r poetry and you'r
poem's hold true, real meaning.
Joined: 2/2/2006
Msg: 202
Last Line -- First Line
Posted: 3/4/2006 9:38:42 AM
I have forgotten to get dressed
Seeing you hurt and fully depressed
Hurts my heart in every way
I'm sorry honey, I forgot our day
My love for you is strong but not always told
The feelings I have are so hard to unfold
I beg with all my heart to give me another chance
I will prove my love by showerring you with romance
This day forward I promise to never forget
That this is our special day that we first met
Don't give up on my honey, you will see
I love you baby, happy anniversary!
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 216
Last Line -- First Line
Posted: 3/10/2006 7:40:00 AM
Always full of spirit and good things to say.
A friend through thick and thin, showing the way.
Always sharing a smile no matter how sad inside.
Oh, how many times we laughed and then cried.
Always close in heart even though so very far away.
Keep my friend safe and sound, dear Lord, I do pray.
Always with me to lead the way, my own personal guide.
Until the day I die, I want you forever by my side.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 223
First Line, Last Line
Posted: 3/10/2006 12:27:20 PM
----Thanks Thorb for pulling my line back in. Felt left out for a minute.

He just grew up strong.
No one can take credit.
It's all part of his song.

He came out a winner.
Despite how he lived.
Maybe just a little thinner.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 242
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/14/2006 6:11:42 AM
I think of you and my heart does sing,
And so here I go again into today.
I'm walking along with this bouncy spring,
No shame of putting my feelings on display.
Whistling softly a merry little tune,
Sparkle in the eye and glow on cheek.
Dreaming of seeing you none too soon,
You leave me breathless and oh so weak.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 245
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/14/2006 11:00:57 AM
Something else I ask of thee
Take me on a shopping spree.
No huffs and puffs are allowed
Take me to the mall and crowd.
No time to rest, come on, let's go
Take me to go blow some dough!
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 248
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/14/2006 7:56:57 PM
On a slightly wilder side,
Feel my fingers touching you.
Be still, enjoy the ride.

Close your eyes now.
Shut them tight.
Tenderly nibble your brow.

You like that, don't you?
Beg me for more!
Take in the erotic view.

Nails scraping over skin.
Torturing and teasing.
Cum to me in sin.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 252
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/15/2006 11:36:05 AM
Cow if fat takes many pence.
Rory, Longte, where are you?
To me this makes no sense.
My imagination can't see it through.

Maybe one day, it will pass.
This wall holding creativity back.
Until that time comes, alas,
You guys need to give it a whack!
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 254
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/15/2006 11:49:45 AM
To see the danged quotation through,
I am a blonde through and through.
Still don't get it, not a clue.

Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 256
First line -- Last line
Posted: 3/15/2006 12:10:24 PM
Not a good idea I guess, I"m not that smart, I confess.
Thanks for trying to straighten out this little mess.
Maybe the longer that I stick with this,
My brain will not seem like holy swiss.
So many talents and differences here,
Learning new things while drinking a beer.
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