4/22/2014 10:37:57 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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My dog
My dog is running
In his sleep
I know not where he goes
Is he running to another?
Or away from his own toes
Sometimes he lets out a lil sad howl,
And then again, a low soft growl.
I hope he's on adventure,
Even though it's in his dreams,
Our lives are similar just that way,
Chasing rainbows and sunbeams.
no, that's not really my dawg..it's just a netpic.
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4/22/2014 11:42:51 PM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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4/23/2014 8:10:12 AM |
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Smiles are quick sunshine
Lighting the day with delight
Share the light today.
Give someone a big smile
Ask nothing in return for it
Your reward follows.
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4/23/2014 8:35:59 AM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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You ride round the merry
For to snatch the brass ring
You get smacked with a Nerf bat
And the throbbing it brings
You wonder if whether
The next might be feathers
But, no... it's more Nerf bats
It's a cyclical thing
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4/23/2014 9:42:20 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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She thought she was, a centipede
The shoes she'd buy, but did not need
Closets filled, with clothes of fashion
To match her eyes, brought out her passion
Our voyages to, hither, thither and yon
Most usually included, a shoppe of pawn
Always searching for, one more antique
Her eye for old gold, was quite unique
I thank the Lord, for all of these times
Perhaps you see her, in one of my rhymes
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4/24/2014 11:02:38 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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A closet full of outdated technology
Has anyone offered one single apology
With their pockets full
I will ponder an mull
I want ta invent a new kine of 'ology'
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4/24/2014 12:20:49 PM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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Hang on to that stuff,
Wish I had saved my timex-sinclair,
Some collector mighta wanted it,
Or to show it off at a fair.
A cassette player I used,
The software were cassettes,
Wait for the snowy tv
To horizontal hold...that's how
You loaded it, the instructions told.
It was for learning the binary
And also programming,
Learn on your own, no need
For cramming.
*****
It was like this..about 1985 or thereabouts
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4/24/2014 12:31:43 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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The simple things in life are free
Who will ban that from you and me
Some big jerk that whines and cries
We need more rules and wonders why
To make more rules will bring in dollars
Then freedom rings you hear them holler
America, the land of the free
We need more rules,can't you see
Lets ban this and lets ban that
Only cause I don't like your hat
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4/24/2014 12:35:41 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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A pendulum swings from left to right
The KKK has gone to black from white
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4/24/2014 4:52:48 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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The Kitten And The Falling Leaves
That way look, my infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the kitten on the wall,
sporting with the leaves that fall.
Withered leaves - one - two and three
from the lofty elder tree.
Though the calm and frosty air,
of this morning bright and fair.
Eddying round and round they sink,
softly, slowly; one might think.
From the motions that are made,
every little leaf conveyed
Sylph or Faery hither tending,
to this lower world descending.
Each invisible and mute,
in his wavering parachute.
But the Kitten, how she starts,
crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow,
just as light and just as yellow.
There are many now - now one,
now they stop and there are none:
What intenseness of desire,
in her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half-way,
now she meets the coming prey.
lets it go as fast, and then;
Has it in her power again.
Now she works with three or four,
like an Indian conjuror;
quick as he in feats of art,
far beyond in joy of heart.
Where her antics played in the eye,
of a thousand standers-by,
clapping hands with shout and stare,
what would little Tabby care!
For the plaudits of the crowd?
Over happy to be proud,
over wealthy in the treasure
of her exceeding pleasure!
...William Wordsworth
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4/25/2014 10:42:17 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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Three weeks wasn't nearly long enough, Ahhhhhhh the total bliss ..
and your phonieness,
I didn't miss,
I'll bare my azz and THAT.....
YOU can KISS
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4/25/2014 11:00:57 AM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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Pink Floyd
"Money"
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
Money it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
Money it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away
"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
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4/25/2014 11:33:23 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I thot I dun rit here
I see I ain' not, not yet
Perhaps cuz my eyes sear
From my tears thet are wet
It's a sorrowful mornin'
Leavin' me not on high
Tho GAWD sent a warnin'
'DON'T EAT NO MORE PIE'
Easter pie overload...
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4/25/2014 5:43:38 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Brother Of Mine
© Samira
Brother of mine
I know sometimes I may whine
But deep down I really find you somewhat divine
You are smarter than you think.
Smarter than me – in some ways
Wiser than you know -
You have experienced pains and joys
Some twice your age have never seen
Because of all of this you are three times the man
Brother of mine
I could be no prouder
I could love you no more
I will always be here for you.
No matter what occurs -
No matter what is said or done
I will never be too far away
No matter the distance
You’ll always be in my heart.
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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I see a egg they missed
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4/25/2014 8:33:35 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I feel that I lived in a sifter
Floating through life as a drifter
Most times I was lucky
Others calling on plucky
Never once was I ever a grifter
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4/26/2014 9:04:00 AM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Crazy Love
I can hear his heartbeat for a thousand miles
And the Heavens open every time he smiles
And when I come to him that's just where I belong
Yet, I'm running to him like a river strong
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to him when the sun goes down
He takes my troubles all away, takes away my grief
Takes away my heartache, in the night like a thief
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
Yes, I need him in the daytime
Oh, but I need him in the night
Yes, I want to throw my arms around him
And kiss and hug, and kiss and hug him tight
And when I'm returning from so far away
He gives me some sweet lovin', brightens up my day
Yes, it makes me righteous, it makes me whole
And makes me mellow, down to my soul
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
He gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
(I need his, his love, love, love, love, crazy love)
Crazy love
Crazy love
Crazy love
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4/27/2014 8:19:28 AM |
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Sleep still in my eyes
Early morning sighs
Trying to forget
Memories adrift
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4/27/2014 8:54:48 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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So many things happening
It seems all at once
This May will be busier
Than some other months
There's Cinco de Mayo
But May Day is first
And then there's the Derby
Down the stretch with a burst
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4/28/2014 9:26:56 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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So many things happening
It seems all at once
This May will be busier
Than some other months
There's Cinco de Mayo
But May Day is first
And then there's the Derby
Down the stretch with a burst
I knew I'd fergot at the time
I now will add to this rhyme
Mom' Day is a day ta remember
Every May, an never September
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4/28/2014 2:14:41 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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THE WILLOW CATS
--Margaret Widdemer
They call them p*ssy-willows,
But there's no cat to see
Except the little furry toes
That stick out on the tree:
I think that very long ago,
When I was just born new,
There must have been whole p*ssy-cats
Where just the toes stick through----
And every Spring it worries me,
I cannot ever find
Those willow-cats that ran away
And left their toes behind!
P*ssy Willow
Tiny little p*ssy willow
Softer than a baby’s pillow
Sometimes when I stroke your fur
I almost hear you purr.
Author Unknown
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Do you ever try to understand
Remove you stubborn upheld hand
Hear the words beneath my smile
Try to go that extra mile
How can a friendship so easy die
Hurt another with deceit and lies
Mock the heart given so free
Punishment for being me.
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4/29/2014 8:07:11 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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There is one more day
In the month of May
I forgot to remember
An that is Memorial Day
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4/30/2014 1:28:57 AM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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I thought we were still in April
How did I get a month behind
I never turned my calender page
I thought I didn't have to yet
but wait a minute I took another look
It is still April by hook and crook
You tried to steal my month away
By saying just one more day
Oh you couldn't trick me there
It's time to change your underwear.....
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4/30/2014 8:49:33 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I ain't rushin' the month
An it still ain't May oneth
I wanna be the early bird dog
Butt surely, do not wanna hog
News what didn' the make news
With out no con flictin' views
I all ways wanna be the first
I ain't lyin', so witch is worst
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4/30/2014 9:47:53 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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So don' be sad thet April is all mose gone...
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4/30/2014 12:27:33 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I once seen a poet, beneath a big tree
He lied there asleep, and didn't see me
I wondered if this was, what all poets do
Dreaming of rhymes, perhaps that they do
Is it easier to read with or without punctificational marx???
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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before I could read
I'd ask my mudder
what's this say
It all looks like clutter
These are the words she said to me
never put a comma where a period should be.....
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5/1/2014 12:18:53 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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IF,
All of my 'IF's' were turned into wishes
And all of my wishes came true
There's only one wish, for which I would wish
THAT wishes really did come true
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5/1/2014 1:41:16 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Footprints In The Sand - Leona Lewis - Lyrics
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You walked with me, footprints in the sand
And helped me understand where I'm going
You walked with me when I was all alone
With so much unknown along the way
Then I heard you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
I see my life flash across the sky
So many times have I been so afraid
And just when I have thought I lost my way
You give me strength to carry on
That's when I heard you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
And Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
When I'm weary, well, I know you'll be there
And I can feel you when you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sadness and despair
Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is full of sadness and despair
Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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Footprints In The Sand - Leona Lewis - Lyrics
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You walked with me, footprints in the sand
And helped me understand where I'm going
You walked with me when I was all alone
With so much unknown along the way
Then I heard you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
I see my life flash across the sky
So many times have I been so afraid
And just when I have thought I lost my way
You give me strength to carry on
That's when I heard you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
And Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
When I'm weary, well, I know you'll be there
And I can feel you when you say.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sadness and despair
Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is full of sadness and despair
Ill carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.
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I like that one zoe
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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life can have issues
like a newspaper that does
not always peachy
with sweetness and fuzz
some people crumble
like a cookie,I'm told
some cheap origami
all set to unfold
life can be painful
like a rock in your shoes
don't hang your head
while you sing butt hurt blues
life will annoy you
like mosquito's,it's true
knock you around
till your souls black and blue
not always smooth
like a nicely paved road
more like a mine field
all primed to explode
life is a game
that you may win or lose
don't mope around
while you sing butt hurt blues
life will surprise you
like a ghost that says boo
sometimes as crazy
as days at the zoo
not always rosy
like a flowery bed
sometimes a demon
whose mouth must be fed
life may hold options
your welcome to choose
but don't curse your luck
while you sing butt hurt blues
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Thank you, Rf
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5/2/2014 7:14:13 PM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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Oh, a very sorry people, yes -
did I find here.
Oh, they had no music -
and they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
that they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar -
or the Catholic Church. - Bokonon
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5/3/2014 10:32:31 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Fer every drop a rain thet falls, my maters grow
Fer every time I pamper them, with miracle grow
Them happy little yeller flowers, their faces smile
An wile they grow all Summer long, I know thet I'll
Believe in miracles...
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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A feeling between a father and son
even tho his dad and mom
is not together as one
what a thought to put on one
who's fault is it
no one is to blame
such as life what a shame
It breaks my heart to think of this
for him I wonder,where is the bliss
through his eyes I think he missed
the meaning of life,when a simple kiss
meant so much more than everything....
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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When your nose goes numb
And you're feeling quite dumb
And the whiskey is talking
While you struggle with walking
Those are the times when you just wanta cry
put your head on a pillow trying to die
But you suck it all up on go on to tomorrow
Cause life sucks sometimes.. and ya can't hide your sorrow.
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5/4/2014 11:28:51 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Two pomes with dilemmas
Like two ants both name Emma
So what is the answer to
Take words from the secon'
An then add ta the first
Git dunk wile quenchin' yer thirst
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5/6/2014 9:30:06 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Two days in a row, it's bin sunny
I surely must mow, fer no money
Thereabouts springs forth a great need
Ta spray, pluck or whack a dammm weed
Spring forward ta a more joyass time
Brings more work, witch I don' fine sublime
The good part a this equational factor
Is he ride on my green John Deere tractor
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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To me you are an angel in disguise.
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise.
Always giving and helping through good times and bad times.
You are the best friend I've ever had.
If I had one wish it would surely be
to give you as much you've given me
Though I've put our relationship through some cloudy days,
you've been my sunshine in so many ways.
Though trials and tests, right by me you stood,
and gave me your hand whenever you could.
Thank you so much my friend
My gratitude for you has no end....
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5/7/2014 12:17:28 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Mr Jeff...
Not ever, no never, not ever wood I
Try catchin' a bird, as she flies by
Seen ever a bird, like this, no not I
Not ever not once, fly by in the sky
Perhaps on the run, a cage she escaped
Long tail, bright colors, an hooded cape
I'm patently waitin', I hope she decides
Windows wide open, she might come inside
Butt I wood not keep her, too pretty fer me
Somewhere out there watin', is her family
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5/8/2014 5:48:47 AM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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Like a frog in a slow-warming pot
We can't tell when the water's too hot
Euthanasia so gentle
And, so incremental
We could drift off in bliss - but, we're not
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Every year during, the month of May
Come May flowers, and Mother's Day
What better time, to bake a cake
Mom would for you, for Heaven's sake
This simple recipe, is way too easy
With only one pan, it's not greasy
Two eggs, cake mix, and some pie filling
Mixed all together, if you are willing
Bake according, to cake mix instruction
What goes on top, use your compunction
Frosting, whipped cream, or a la mode
Wonder of wonders, where did it all go
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Mother
She holds the key to life
Molds our minds, shapes our hearts,
Gives us pleasure and takes our pain.
Mother of all our success.
Keeper of all our secrets.
Guardian of the steps we take.
Treading lightly and wisely.
Speaking softly with gentle words.
Holding tightly but openly.
Letting go so we can run.
Believing without hesitation.
Asking without prying or condemning.
Open your eyes to Mother.
There is no other.
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5/9/2014 10:47:28 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I clumbed up in the poet tree
From way up there, the stars I'd see
I couldn't see them from the groun'
Even tho, they're all aroun'
An ta my rite, was the BIG Dipper
I held on tite, so's not ta slipper
The view was kewl, all thet I seen
An then I woke, 'twas butt a dream
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Don't think of Her as gone away--
Her journey's just begun;
Life holds so many facets--
This earth is only one.
Just think of Her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Think how She must be wishing
That we could know today,
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.
And think of Her as living
In the hearts of those She touched
For nothing loved is ever lost--
And She was loved so much.
In Remembrance of My Wonderful Sweet Mother
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eastfoot
Bossier City, LA
59, joined Jul. 2012
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Years of trials, and sickness perhaps, have stolen the freshness of her life, but the perfume of the mature rose is of a richer love than when it was first born, as time bears its witness to her sanctity.
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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By Valentinus Bakfark. Sequenced by M. Behr at Kunst der Fuge.
Have no fear, for love is all around you.
All come helpless from a common womb.
Perhaps you do not know that love surrounds you.
Perhaps you do not know that you're in bloom.
Yet mothers, too, are children, ever loved,
Minded by the living and the dead,
Old enough to give, as time has proved,
The need no less, though time and tears have fled.
Have faith that love's a mystic tide that flows
Equally to and from the heart,
Returning, turning as it comes and goes,
'Mid moon and moon your sea, your song, your art.
Sing, then, of this moment of your giving,
Deep within the ebb and flow of living.
All you feel is what was felt for you,
Yearning your own yearning will renew.
Happy Mothers day to all Moms.....
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5/10/2014 1:58:11 AM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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I heard this once before I'm not sure who wrote it but it say a lot.
I humbly appraise my mother's worth,
It began with pain to give me birth,
Which triggered off a love so strong,
Blossoming into a life-long bond.
When needed, she was always there,
Someone I realized would always care.
And the older I got the more I knew,
A mother's love sincere and true.
Now as I watch my mother age in years,
I'm happy to help and ease her fears.
Privileged now to play my part,
As she did for me from the very start
God bless the moms
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5/10/2014 9:25:06 AM |
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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5/10/2014 10:22:58 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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A Gift fer my Snookums... on Mother's Day
A longtime ago, recalled with retrospectorant
I got fer my Snookums a strong decon gesterant
She suffered from sneezin' an wheezin' all nite
There was no sleep fer me, thot not thet I mite
A sweet lovin' gesture, I thot my gift was
I soon foun' out other wise, an thet is b'cuz
In her voice, I could hear, sour casm a brewin'
I had ta think fast, our relation ship
to be continued...
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5/10/2014 12:02:17 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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A Gift fer my Snookums... on Mother's Day
A longtime ago, recalled with retrospectorant
I got fer my Snookums a strong decon gesterant
She suffered from sneezin' an wheezin' all nite
There was no sleep fer me, thot not thet I mite
A sweet lovin' gesture, I thot my gift was
I soon foun' out other wise, an thet is b'cuz
In her tender young voice, sour casm a brewin'
Our relation ship flushed wood not be re newin'
to be continued...
Saturdays are fer fone calls... Where was I...
Snookums, deer Snookums, thet gift is a joke
I gotta s'prise, notta thoughtless ole bloke
We're off on a cruise, at the end a the week
First cabin, first class, away we mite sneek
So...Let this be a lesson, fer any a you who'd
Give gifts like mine, yer screwed blued an tattoo'd
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5/10/2014 10:00:18 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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To my stalker.......
I doubt I know someone as creepy as you.
Even if I got the chance, I don’t think I’d want to.
Especially since you’re someone that watches me post
And just to let you know, you are a ghost.
This is enough, tell me no more,
I closed the curtains and locked the door.
How can you say we’re meant to be?
Coming from a stalker, that’s pretty funny.
Everything you’ve posted, was behind my back.
Sanity, for your information, is something you lack.
Crazy enough to keep talking of me,
Soon enough, an asylum is where you’ll be.
A rude awakening is what you’ll get,
A lifetime of regret, better yet.
Don’t be expecting any response from me,
Cause a following ghost can't be seen.
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5/10/2014 10:42:47 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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5/11/2014 2:30:27 AM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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Zoe
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5/11/2014 9:12:25 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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If I could rite pomes, on this Mother's Day
I'd think reel hard, an then I mite say
Mom yer the best Mom, then all a the rest
Specially wen ya wern't dunk, an unner a rest
I know thetcha tot me... no tails outta skewl
Butt I gotta tell ya, I never liked yer gruel
Butt cents I cain't rite, no pomes thet are good
Juss know I wood rite one, if I only could
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5/13/2014 10:49:43 AM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Hi RF!
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5/13/2014 12:54:16 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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What do you mean jellybean
Don't you know you're not that clean
get a shower,get a bath
And get back on the beaten path....
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5/14/2014 5:23:54 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Love,
your sidekick
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5/14/2014 8:29:51 PM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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You're all so right,
It's gone to the birds,
The same ol chyt
With the same ol words.
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