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5/24/2013 5:49:16 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I see you Can you see me? Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
5/24/2013 6:00:08 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	~~Decoration Day~~ Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms! Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat. But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches. All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God! Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free. Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
5/25/2013 2:53:00 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight In search of you, I feel my way, though the slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents, I swear it make no sense I reach through the border fence,Come down, come talk to me In the swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief and offers no relief Why are you shaking like a leaf,Come on, come talk to me The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone From nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one You lie there with your eyes half closed like there's no-one there at all There's a tension pulling on your face,Come on, come talk to me Ah please talk to me Won't you please talk to me We can unlock this misery Come on, come talk to me
5/25/2013 12:58:06 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Kin two people live cheaper then one Or is thet an ole wives tale thet's spun Kin ya have as much fun If ya combine all yer mon Or do ya stay home watchin' late nite reruns
5/25/2013 2:21:03 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	the mountains say,,,
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I'm tellin' y'all now, an thet's juss becuz I don' want it ta be, what Mother's Day was Not many cared An not many shared Father's Day's June 16th, thet is the buzz
5/25/2013 8:36:04 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	We walked among the crosses Where our fallen soldiers lay. And listened to the bugle As TAPS began to play. The Chaplin led a prayer We stood with heads bowed low. And I thought of fallen comrades I had known so long ago. They came from every city Across this fertile land. That we might live in freedom. They lie here 'neath the sand. I felt a little guilty My sacrifice was small. I only lost a little time But these men lost their all. Now the services are over For this Memorial Day. To the names upon these crosses I just want to say, Thanks for what you've given No one could ask for more. May you rest with God in heaven From now through evermore. - C W Johnson
5/26/2013 4:47:04 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Well, I'm loaded and ready, Calmly holding steady Looking for a sign to show me when I'm waiting and willing,The clarity is chilling But I'm not turning back And neither can you I need someone to pull the trigger Cause there's a hole in my heart getting bigger And everything I'll ever be, I've been And I need someone to pull the trigger So hold me and love me ,Tie me up and drug me Cause I'm not gonna beg you for my life So if you're what I think you'll be If you're who I think I see, shoot..........
5/26/2013 5:06:52 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	If one could stop time, or make it up If two could realize the best of luck If I could locate a God above And you only wanted to be loved Then I'd try to hang on to the past But you know that nothing lasts Nothing lasts .....it's time to Move on, let the past go I waited for you here, but you never showed Although I asked you to let me know I only felt a cold wind blow While I tried to hang on to the past But you know that nothing lasts Nothing's in your way Now you can stand right up and run Wouldn't even change things If you took back what you've done I have tried to hang on to the past But I couldn't keep my grasp, cause nothing lasts
5/26/2013 5:22:47 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	It happened a long time ago sons and sons just letting go Dads and such,friends or foe fearing life oh dosey doe... call me now and then sometimes on special occasions just to keep the piece or an open mind.... what the hell have I done to get the respect of those sons of mine did I do things wrong,what can I say only a call on a holiday....
5/26/2013 5:59:10 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I can't sleep,I wonder why Why on earth do I even try Seeing life through sleepy eyes Wondering blindly,hear my cries..... help me out with your words talk me into calm concerned you lift my spirits don't you know I wonder when our life will grow....... your so far but yet so close words of wisdom I cherish most to my heart without you known what I'd do without concern....... thank god for friends.......
5/26/2013 7:15:40 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Friends..best buds.. Kisses and Hugs..XOXOXOXO Never could we HAPPY be Without our friends..for you..for me.
5/26/2013 11:40:20 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Some a my best Buds were beechwood aged Brewed in Belgium, somewhat now disengaged There's no more Miss Budweiser hydroplane Will them Buds thet I knew, e'er be the same Alas all our Buds... We knew them well...
5/27/2013 11:09:08 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	We can choose to be sad on Memorial Day Or to be happy, with these words to say Thank you so much for all that you gave For because of you, our freedoms are safe
5/27/2013 12:33:46 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism. Erma Bombeck
5/28/2013 11:44:07 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	When the 'old pot' calls the young kettle black Should the young kettle come back with attack Or should he be meek Turn the other cheek Then go out an git a juicy BIG Mack With fries an a chocolate malt? I'm fer turnin' the other cheek.... (__!__)
5/28/2013 1:22:34 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	The civilized man has a moral obligation to be skeptical, to demand the credentials of all statements that claim to be facts. Freedom of speech and freedom of action are meaningless without freedom to think. And there is no freedom of thought without doubt. Bergen Evans (1904-1978), Source: The Natural History of Nonsense, 1946
5/28/2013 1:27:17 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
bigbogiman Corpus Christi, TX 62, joined Feb. 2011	Roses are red Violets are blue Hold applause till the end This is it. Thank you.
5/29/2013 12:46:42 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Seems like juss yesterday, I was a puppy When I got older, I tried bein' a yuppie I worked real hard, for my family an me Honesty an loyalty, a bright future may be Some good an some bad, befell what we had An now I'm retired, HOT DAMMMM I am glad!!!!
5/30/2013 12:42:45 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	When flow'ry Summer is at hand, And Spring has gemm'd the earth with bloom, We hither bring, with loving hand, Bright flow'rs to deck our soldier's tomb. Gentle birds above are sweetly singing O'er the graves of heroes brave and true; While the sweetest flow'rs we are bringing, Wreath'd in garlands of red, white and blue. With snowy hawthorn, clusters white, Fair violets of heav'nly blue, And early roses, fresh and bright, We wreathe the red, and white, and blue.
5/31/2013 8:34:49 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	All this poetic stuff Gets old after a while. Just when I rhyme a line I find a reason to smile.
6/1/2013 1:27:53 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	no where to run no where to hide no where to go when you lose your pride life's simple pleasures are torn away simply by words you have to say some understand you and some just don't some people get you and some just won't judge as you may judge as you wish don't throw me in water I ain't no fish happy are some in there own way till someone comes along and ruins their day think real hard about conversations we had your so good I'm so bad talking in circles is what I like to do try and change that shame on you if you don't understand what I am trying to do then think real hard It should come easy to you I don't really care if I am liked or not my hearts used to breaking believe it or not
6/1/2013 7:19:25 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	One, two, three Is easy for me to say But taking orders Is not my forte. Without a single thank you Or kiss where the sun don't shine One expects a life story Wrapped in lines that rhyme. Life is more than a helper Or a borrower be Life needs love and laughter For all the people to see. I shall not be a challis For anyone's gripe or whine I am still a human With the freedom I claim as mine. I came here for several reasons Found friends and room to roam. But with all the attitudes of hate and despair I may as well stay home. For when one lets the laughter die And the joy goes away There are nothing but empty words Left for any to say. All need not be a loss nor a final breath If you take it upon yourself to be the bridge For all those who care about us aren't far away Look! They await us upon that ridge.
6/1/2013 7:26:22 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	Find someone accepting For exactly who and how you are, No one should ever ever Lower their standards, their bar. Change for no one, The saying usually goes, Or within the arms of chaos You will flounder in its throes. To answer to another's chant, Is ignoring who you are, Tis better to cut free of them, Than ever wear their scar.
6/1/2013 7:50:18 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Find someone who is accepting of you ... for whom and what you are? By that phrase alone you have ... already lowered your standards to meet their bar. No one need change for anyone, this much is true ... but when you accept someone you have already changed, too. Should you see the signs of chaos before you enter in ... your judgement should have prevailed or a relationship would not begin. To listen, you think you know who you are -- but being neutral -- I see a wounded heart ... the scar from another .. is akin to color of the skin .. it doesn't rub off on another .. no matter how close you've been. ADDENDUM: I see a wounded heart ... persecuting, they believe, the other person in a failed relationship. This is not the case. This wounded heart is persecuting themself and will never be able to move forward in life because they are too busy with self-flaggellation. Why? Because (clinically correct) 'it makes the injured one feel good'. I leave silent prayers here.
6/1/2013 8:58:01 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	Quote from cupocheer: Find someone who is accepting of you ... for whom and what you are? By that phrase alone you have ... already lowered your standards to meet their bar. NOT UNLESS THEY THINK LOWLY OF THEMSELVES TO BEGIN WITH. LOL. No one need change for anyone, this much is true ... but when you accept someone you have already changed, too. ARE YOU SURE? Should you see the signs of chaos before you enter in ... your judgement should have prevailed or a relationship would not begin.WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT SEEING SIGNS BEFOREHAND To listen, you think you know who you are -- but being neutral -- I see a wounded heart REALLY?WHERE?OR A CAUTION TO PREVENT ONE? ... the scar from another .. is akin to color of the skin .. it doesn't rub off on another .. no matter how close you've been.WHO SAID IT WAS A SCAR SHARED RATHER THAN POTENTIALLY SUSTAINED/INFLICTED? ADDENDUM: I see a wounded heart ... WHERE?persecuting, they believe, the other person in a failed relationship. WHAT RELATIONSHIP? I SEE NO MENTION OF ANY. COULD BE A WARNING TO A VIRTUAL STRANGER.This is not the case. This wounded heart is persecuting themself and will never be able to move forward in life because they are too busy with self-flaggellation. Why? Because (clinically correct) 'it makes the injured one feel good'.ARE YOU SURE THIS WASN'T JUST A FRIEND OR ACQUAINTANCE OR TO JOHN Q PUBLIC TO SEEK WHAT HE OR SHE DESERVES IN LIFE AND THAT THEY SHOULDN'T EVER SETTLE FOR LESS ??? Gee Cup, in all my time here I haven't ever seen anyone analyze or give their personal opinion about someone's personal poems, etc. it might not matter I feel violated personally for the fact you did, but the facts remain..only the author can truly know the true meaning..although I will gladly concede if I should, that I am a mere amateur at poetry and obviously failed to convey my meaning accurately or so just anyone knew precisely what I meant. I leave silent prayers here.
6/1/2013 9:57:49 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Gems ~~ I meant no personal affront to you or your writing endeavor. You published your piece ... I read your piece ... I was simply translating my personal perspective of what your piece was radiating to me. That is what 'critiquing' (or reading another's work) is all about. I have 'critiqued' several poetic pieces in the Writer's forum ... and none of those writers have taken offense but have acknowledged gaining a new perspective on what their work does convey to others. I will not take an opportunity to critique any more of your writings. My sincerest apologies, if I did, indeed, cause you unwarranted duress.
6/2/2013 12:58:23 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	Thank you for responding as you did; I now understand what you were doing and why...writer's forum- critiques...
6/3/2013 12:49:17 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Love passed me in a short blue dress and lace. Her glass purse, hollow and filled with sharks and whales ... She wore white patent leather high heal shoes and had a tan. Her hair was so black it was almost blue. “Love,” I said. “I beg your pardon,” she said. “Ms. Love,” I said. “I beg your pardon,” she said. So I saw there was no use bothering her on the street Love passed me on the street in a short blue dress She was amazing, I could tell........
6/3/2013 2:14:40 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
sorpstar Wayne, NJ 62, joined Oct. 2009	there was a woman named busy body who always thought she was a hottie yet she always was in someone's face just short of being a real mental case actually she's just snotty and eats gelati
6/4/2013 5:56:42 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Love as mist on the misty meadow as thin as the mountain air blink too quickly and you may not see it there. Patience as Job would season his food forever a pillar of spice standing sentinel there a sprinkled taste would be nice.
6/4/2013 8:17:18 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	To pass love..you must close your heart Impenetrable walls built with lost time Lost hopes and dreams divine. Waste not the warmth nor fail to impart Infinite stores of rhythm and rhyme I rather share each second of mine.
6/4/2013 8:35:17 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	"Tis but a fleeting moment we spend ..from beginning 'til the end All of life is encapsulated ..measured, weighed and dated Waste not, want not; the saying goes ..or 'tis the grave your cold body goes.
6/6/2013 2:33:16 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Whispers. (Written by a dear dear friend of mine) I long to hear your whispers Silent in my heart they whimper Gentle echoes that they are Of which you are least aware I hear the whispers of the wind I see the stars shine in the sky, But, none feels like your whispers Or matches the star shining in your eye It sways ardent breeze of harmony Each word is wrapped in rhapsody. At times when wind blows through trees Do I pause & listen to its passing? I feel your voice brushing me The gentle warmth touching me I hear the tenderness of your voice That fills the spectrum of my soul. Your Vibes, I feel when you're near me. Your breath, I feel tickling me, on my ears Whisper gently in my ear, a simple whisper A whisper that speaks louder than words Into my ears, flow the whispers of love Whispers, the speech of tireless lips I long to hear forever, your sweet whisper Like laughing water, a music to my ears The soothing words that fall Smooth from out your lips On my heart, it pours and lands softly Dewdrops they are, on my finger tips The mischievous glow in your eyes Which I always long to see forever The ecstasy I see in your eyes, to which Myself and my desires, I give Standing still, I gaze into the twin pools Count your eyelashes, Measure your breath How I wish, I could taste the honey Of your maidenly breath I wonder whether you stare at me? Could that be connected with mine? Eyes to eyes share a story, gather flowers Share the fragrance, share the music Open your heart, gently close your eyes and see There appears a face, in the space in your heart I will hold you there, I swear, in your dreams In the warmth of desire, with a gentle embrace In a soft embrace, Heads on shoulders We entwine, you are mine forever Capture my heart with your passion Tickle & whisper softly in my ears Your voice, my love, I will listen In my heart, it always whispers Come with me, be with me Forever And Always, Let me Love You
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eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	always what you wanted (not needed), more becomes less,,, the decomposing until you hear the birds singing, what's left
6/7/2013 1:18:01 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
sorpstar Wayne, NJ 62, joined Oct. 2009	Hmmmm someone pops up Someone goes missing same time Sock puppet return
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I'd rite a pome, butt I have not a thot... My mine's a blank, be leave it or not... Some times it's a sieve Some days I re live So, wen I try ta re member, I can not...
6/7/2013 9:28:45 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	I hold my tongue But . One Love. One Love Gentleness of your presence Embraces all my being No touch no scent no sound Yet I feel each beat of your heart Will your words of love Ever be written again Patiently I wait... Longing for the pen to find your hand.
6/7/2013 9:50:25 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	A frog's juss a frog un till he is not An a dog's juss a dog, a riter he's not A frog muss have thots from waaaaaay over there NOT whilst drinkin' beer in his unner wear With things to be thot from near an far An thots are not taught or kept in a jar They are free like the gull on ocean air Take one or two, there are plenty to spare
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea. E.E.Cummings......
6/7/2013 12:11:45 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	^^^jeff Lost and Found I lost my heart, to a lost world, to lost cause Not knowing the lost cause - of - this lost world. But it’s not this lost world that is the cause - but the lost cause Looking for the world without it’s lost cause - What is the lost cause Looking for the lost cause, to find my lost heart - find the cause Cause was found, to this lost world - no more lost cause To this lost world - no more lost world - to the cause Found the cause without it’s lost Found the world without it’s lost Looking for my lost heart, in this world and it’s cause Found the world but no lost heart Found the cause but no lost heart Found no heart and found no lost heart To this world and it’s cause Need the lost world and it’s lost cause To find my lost heart (Vasco M. Resendes)
6/9/2013 2:22:54 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	For a special someone.....some fuel for thought.... A master poet wrote your joy is your sorrow Weighed honestly on a scale with no mask You have not dwelt in the space of tomorrow But the keeper will prepare you for the task Nature can only take what nature gives Sooner or later we all will be bereaved No darkness can void where love lives Eventually all pain will be relieved No doubt it is sad to lose a familiar form For affection is manifested by sight Plus many other senses that are warm Let your spirit rise to toward the Light High above all earthly emotional pain Where all sinners are justly contrite Is a peace that is hard to explain Where forgiveness always burns bright...... Relax and Don't dwell my Dear,You can't change what is inevitable..... Sad but true.....
6/9/2013 4:18:18 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Quote from eastfoot: ^^^jeff Lost and Found I lost my heart, to a lost world, to lost cause Not knowing the lost cause - of - this lost world. But it’s not this lost world that is the cause - but the lost cause Looking for the world without it’s lost cause - What is the lost cause Looking for the lost cause, to find my lost heart - find the cause Cause was found, to this lost world - no more lost cause To this lost world - no more lost world - to the cause Found the cause without it’s lost Found the world without it’s lost Looking for my lost heart, in this world and it’s cause Found the world but no lost heart Found the cause but no lost heart Found no heart and found no lost heart To this world and it’s cause Need the lost world and it’s lost cause To find my lost heart (Vasco M. Resendes) You pass me in the forums and our words briefly pass. You hold the post open for me as I enter behind you. I say thanks, but you have no idea that my mind is blank. In the forums you crack a joke, I flash a smile, you have no idea that my heart is in denial. You ask me how my day was and I say fine. You have no idea that my brain and I are arguing to if I should cross the line. My happiness is gone as I post in this chat. The thoughts in my head have me wishing I was laying in a cold dark hole. Once you lose your soul there is no turning back. Everything you once dreamed of no longer has an impact. You don't want to love nor do you want to have fun. Your days are so long the problems in your mind make you question if you should carry on. You smile so that's what people see on your face, they think that you are happy but deep down inside you feel like a worthless disgrace. Each day the performance you put on for people is Emmy award winning, But you question yourself and wonder if you act is just a way for you to hold off your own internal sinnings. When you wake up from a night's sleep you wonder to yourself if today is the day your heart will be back to it's old self or will it still be skipping every other beat. You wonder if things that once made you happy to be alive will make a comeback. You wonder if the little things in life that made you who you are will have you once again dreaming to the stars. You wonder if you will feel less empty hearted. You wonder to yourself who holds the match to start that fire. You're tired of running and losing your breath. You want to hold tight to something that will help you once again enjoy the journey into lives amazing treks. You want to feel that every day can be better than the last. You want to turn your lost soul feeling into a thing of your past..... Oh thank goodness for some understandings from some and no understandings from others. You wonder where would we be without internet,would you be happy or would you be gay. You think hard and read what was said,words just go crazy it's all in my head. my response to Vasco M. Resendes poem by Jeff A.
6/9/2013 7:25:57 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	All the days of my youth were spent Each day as a coin tossed in air Spring of my life short lived Disappearing into long hot summer. Sweltering under labors of love Sunrise to sunset dusk to dawn Into the shadows of humid night Years running laboriously into autumn. Gone from me like the winding stream Where I cannot see nor follow My thirst never gone my steps unsure Winter clouds gathering above my head Frost running in my veins. Could I but return to the days fallen Like the leaves of autumn burnt and dry And capture the raindrops to moisten my lips Absorb the warmth of sun and glow of moon and stars Would I still be withering under time Mindful of each second stealing away Or would there be a flickering flame of joy Resting in my breast easing the pain Of splendid life never embraced.
6/9/2013 8:56:06 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Thank GAWD fer my hardwood floors An kats thet ain' wearin' no drawers Cuz after I feed em A potty they need um In the garage, they don' go outdoors BUTT sometimes, one has a hanger It is hard an drops like a clanger I don' always notice Butt the other won' miss She tries ta bury thet lil bazanger An thet's when I know where ta look I hear her skretchin' in a tiny nook I flush thet there hanger Thet dropped like a clanger Thet fell when her butt there she shook
6/9/2013 9:28:24 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	,,,And I like this one by E.E. Cummings In Spite of Everything in spite of everything which breathes and moves, since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.
6/9/2013 10:32:31 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	One, two, three, four Wish for five and hope for more. Six, seven, eight, nine I will get to it in time Ten Tehn I will do it all again.
6/10/2013 9:19:12 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	I Carry Your Heart With Me ,,,by E. E. Cummings I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
6/11/2013 9:55:26 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Don’t write what they tell you to, Don’t write formulaic paragraphs Counting sentences as you go Three-four-five-Done..... walk away from the keypad.... Don’t write to fill in lines, For a weary scorer earning respect Handing out points for main ideas Supported by examples From the carefully selected text..... Write for yourself, Write because until you do, You will never understand What it is you mean to say Or who you want to be..... Write because it makes you whole..... And write for the world, Because your voice is important Write because people are hurting Because animals are dying Because there was an injustice That will never change if you don’t Write because it matters..... And know this, They’ll tell you it won’t make a difference, Not to trouble over grownup things, Just fill in the lines And leave it at that..... Tell them you know the truth, That writing is powerful.... Just one voice on the page Speaks loudly...... And not only can a chorus of those united change the world, It is the only thing that ever has.....
6/11/2013 10:10:42 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	If yer livin' outside a the box Do ya need any watches or clocks Or do you tell time Hay time, listen I'm Not wearin' no more a them socks You tell em bro... Dammmm time...
6/13/2013 12:53:30 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I found a book about gardens and seeds I read it well to fill my needs I planted a garden just followed the book very easy,can't wait to look...... Darn,nothing but weeds......
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cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	You don't eat the seeds and plant the book. Instructions & indices didn't you look?
6/13/2013 1:13:30 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I wore my glasses so I thought oh there they are replant the plot try again only one more time new gardens in wait for it to begin...... To Grow......
6/13/2013 1:28:35 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	There once was a poet who sowed it He sowed lots a seeds an it showed it In the light of the moon Three months after June He wen out to his field an he strode it Tomorrow, he said, I will harvest In the wee early hours, it is best I'll pick lotsa beans In my bib overall jeans A straw hat, but not in my patched vest An my John Deere...
6/13/2013 2:19:08 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I had a John Deere Free and clear Well Maybe NOT!
6/13/2013 9:06:15 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I wanted a tractor ...but got a refractor Now I don't know ...what they are after?
6/14/2013 12:31:46 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	With Father's Day juss 'roun the corner I'm gonna be like Little Jack Horner I'll put in my thumb An pull out a plum An say, 'who wants ta join in a morner' You cain' say thet here... So, sue me... (mooner emoticon)
6/14/2013 12:35:44 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Hey, Sue.... How-do-you-do? Oh! You don't!
6/15/2013 12:00:45 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I felt empty in my heart a loving spirit that was sleeping, and then I saw Love coming from far away so glad, I could just recognize. saying 'you think you can honor me', and with each word laughing. And a little feeling within myself watching the way it awakened.... I saw a lady that I liked coming towards the spot I was at, one wonder passed another wonder. And as my mind keeps telling me, Is love a blossom like, She is Spring who springs first, and what bears the name Love, who resembles me, What has awoken these feelings in me.....
6/15/2013 1:36:06 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	How can it be ...a poet tree When all I see ...are saws?

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