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6/15/2013 9:11:23 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	There was so much to see How could it be, how could it be? A tire hanging from a tree A resite place for you and me. Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
6/18/2013 12:09:40 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	The morning after, his emotional disaster, Praying he's alright, Pleading with him to no longer fight. But to instead open arms -Stop setting off alarms and to not feel everything is a slight. And just know "everything can be alright".
6/18/2013 7:39:42 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Sitting 'neath the poet tree Gazing at the blue sky above me As far as the naked eye can see Puffy, billowing clouds curry. A memory fresh from times log past Leave the heart a'twitter; the mind aghast A lifetime it all did last Love in the country, there was no worry.
6/19/2013 1:33:07 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I spent my time watching the spaces that have grown between us. And I set my mind on second best or the scars that come with the greenness. And I gave my eyes to the boredom, still the seabed wouldn't let me in. And I tried my best to embrace the darkness in which I swim. Now walking back down this mountain with the strength of a turning tide. Oh the wind's so soft on my skin, the sun so hard upon my side. Oh looking out at this happiness, I search for between the gloom, Oh feeling blind and realize, All I was searching for will come soon. Keep your head up, keep your heart strong. Keep your mind set, keep your hair long.
6/19/2013 1:49:58 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	~~~~~Warrior Woman~~~~~ As my heart beats a rhythmic throb I go about my usual job I come and go as I please Never bending a weakened knee. I amble along on my way Say things as I may My voice is strong, loud & clear Only the truth of it some will fear. I live my life as is my wont For this my ancestors died and fought My strength lies not within another But was handed down from my mother. A woman has the spirit and guile To be anything .. for a while She may possess the soul of a giver Or be fragile and soft .. a full-life liver. Be not dismayed if the warrior blood Courses through her veins .. its all good This woman before you now stands Not intimidated by child, beast or man. Open your heart .. nee your soul For the woman in me is my toll I carry my burden and fight my fight But a woman's gentle heart is my plight. ...by cupocheer 03/28/2013 (copyright pending)
6/19/2013 1:50:38 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	Loss And Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or been turned aside. But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
6/19/2013 1:54:42 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	oops
6/19/2013 1:55:48 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Quote from cupocheer: ~~~~~Warrior Woman~~~~~ As my heart beats a rhythmic throb I go about my usual job I come and go as I please Never bending a weakened knee. I amble along on my way Say things as I may My voice is strong, loud & clear Only the truth of it some will fear. I live my life as is my wont For this my ancestors died and fought My strength lies not within another But was handed down from my mother. A woman has the spirit and guile To be anything .. for a while She may possess the soul of a giver Or be fragile and soft .. a full-life liver. Be not dismayed if the warrior blood Courses through her veins .. its all good This woman before you now stands Not intimidated by child, beast or man. Open your heart .. nee your soul For the woman in me is my toll I carry my burden and fight my fight But a woman's gentle heart is my plight. ...by cupocheer 03/28/2013 (copyright pending)
6/19/2013 1:59:28 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	Thank you, ladies Nice contributions.
6/19/2013 2:35:53 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
gems_n_peaches Ocala, FL 56, joined Oct. 2012	If I had my life to live over, I would have waived my loftier goals. I would have married my highschool Sweetheart, And set the table to include 6 bowls. Two little boys and two little girls, And we at the heads of the table, But I can't live my life over, So it is all written like a fable. I didn't know where he was "headed" Except I knew he would never leave town, And I fancied myself instead, At executive dinners in a gown. Being all I could be, I thought meant leaving "home", And spreading my wings to see where I could prosper, outside a "dome". But I know I always would have wondered what was out in that big wide world, If I had remained rooted and close, Like a flag never unfurled. We only have one life to live, With so many options of where and how to give, We can never really know if our choices were the right way to go, But in fantasies we always leave what could have gone wrong, And in our imaginings, it would have been a "perfect" way to live.
6/19/2013 2:56:57 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Some fairytales do come true ~~~ Yes, it could even happen for you But all our imaginings are not real They are in our mind .. for the thrill One who seeks from the bold Finds a keeper among the fold To keep that happiness in the fore One laughs and jests, when less is more. In this life-loving of human endeavor 'Tis best to hold tight, a romance to savor Reality is the only way one can live What one needs, the other shall give It doesn't require much to live in harmony Because true love and respect are the key So if your head has been in the clouds Step forward and declare yourself now For as the sands, through the hourglass flow You may miss the one whom you sought, so Stand tall and proud, and declare from your heart This is our reality, where do we start? by cupocheer, June 19,2013 (copyright pending)
6/19/2013 9:51:57 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Thank you, gems --- I just saw your post.
6/21/2013 6:09:38 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	One life..one story Seldom find fame or glory The little things are what we need No reward for kindly deed Love and honor and friendship too Happiness found in old things new.
6/21/2013 8:14:46 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Thet there's a reel purdy hat ya got there Ms Ali Alicia ma'am... Thet was a nice thang ta say... It's the little thangs thet mean a lot... You should rite a book a bout relation ships... Ships? Oh yes... I like boats... toot toot toot...
6/24/2013 2:03:15 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I find it hard to shed a tear You brought it all on yourself my dear Wrong, yes you may be Don't leave a light on for me Cause I ain't going there A hundred years will never ease reading things no one believes I saw it with my own two eyes All the pain that you can't hide And this pain starts in your heart And this bashing tears yourself apart You won't find me bent down on my knees Ain't bending over backwards baby I won't respond, Not to please stick with your own kind It will help you to unwind I have my friends and there is no doubt ones I trust,and do not pout They fit right in and play along Happiness has been our song Happy posting and have fun Don't think of me I got to run.......
6/24/2013 2:27:59 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	The distance between you and I Is only a heartbeat away, For you and I dwell in each others heart There forever we will stay... You know all my emotions, Many they may be, You know when to be gentle, And when to chastise me... Two gentle souls deeply connected, Thoughts not spoken, There is no need... For the other knows what one is thinking Even before they speak... So with all the love I have In my heart today, I want to express to you These feelings, I want to stay........
6/24/2013 1:24:01 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	It makes no never mind to me ...... I don't live in your fantasy.
6/25/2013 1:00:23 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters; these see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep. Psalm 107:23-24
6/25/2013 1:03:47 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	The sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine; the birds are silent in their nest, and I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. (William Blake)
6/26/2013 7:51:37 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	Wafting along upon the breeze as the wind soughs softly through the tress then comes a rush of heated moss where in this wood shall I find the cross? (e.g.) [Edited 6/26/2013 7:52:14 PM ]
6/28/2013 9:43:34 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	With so many thoughts, running round in my head I'll write a few here, but will any be read If life is a journey, with a beginning and end Brief stops on the way, for mistakes we might mend Who is to say, what is right, and what's wrong What's good for the goose and the gander as along There's a smile in our hearts, as most days we pass Just don't eat at Mo's, or you'll get really bad gas....... Oh Cisco... Oh Pancho...
6/28/2013 5:22:01 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. (Carl Sandburg)
6/28/2013 6:34:38 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	pitter patter hear the little feet of the tiny ones marching to their beat up the hall around and down make a noise they all fall down
7/1/2013 12:18:17 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	We've been leading this way for a while always keeping our hearts to denial But the rules of the game are as such, there are some things you never should rush..... With the way that your looking tonight, it was only a matter of time Before i get so overwhelmed, that i just could not help myself....... I said, I love you,I didn't mean to but the moonlight just gave me away, Now that I said it,trying to forget it, and pretend it was all a mistake. I keep trying,to deny it, this feeling that I know must be true, Stumbling and falling and still after all, I keep falling in love over you...... What's the point of this masquerade, after all of the cards have been played, Now,there's nothing for me left to hide, I hope I have fate on my side....... Either way i got nothing to lose, surrender is all i can do, And if you should be mine in the end, I'll remember it all happened when....... God knows I love you........
7/1/2013 8:21:01 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	I hate that smile plastered across your face. It never ceases and those white bubbly eyes never loose that perfect glaze. It makes me jealous that you are able to retain such a smile every day without ever letting it fade. But this is where we differ. Unlike you, I am real. I feel pain and emotion. You, you just lay pinned to the wall with a thumbtack sticking through your azz. Stupid frog, stop smiling; you're not real, so stop acting like you are.
7/2/2013 3:10:59 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	Sweet Afton by Robert Burns Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds through the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft, as mild Evening sweeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides, How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
7/3/2013 7:30:17 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Images of you burned in my head Color of your eyes and hair Way you walked and things you said Looking out the door..why aren't you there?
7/4/2013 1:38:13 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	walking in the shadows that sounds like me looking in life's windows wondering what can it be to see you there so near,yet so far wondering what if as i look at a star I think of life's wonders as I sit here and gaze you sure make me think and you sure could amaze
7/4/2013 6:54:21 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	holy shit,I don't know why looked out the window and started to cry seen a rainbow bright and new not only one,but I saw two green on bottom,the one below green on top the second one showed what a sight for my eyes God's gracious wonder,ain't no lies makes one think of the beauty that is a bound saw it myself with no one around....... happy fourth of July..... fireworks without a sound.....
7/4/2013 11:11:46 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	There's a ghost down in the hall there's a ghoul upon the bed there's something in the walls there's blood up on the stairs and it's floating through the room and there's nothing i can see and i know that that's the truth because now it's onto me I don't understand it There's a tapping in the floor there's a creak behind the door there's a rocking in the chair but there's no-one sitting there there's a ghostly smell around but nobody to be found and a coughing and a yawning where a restless soul is going And who gave you the right to shake my family? and who gave you the right to shake my baby, and who gave you the right to shake my family tree? you put a knife in my back shot an arrow in me! tell me are you the ghost of jealousy where is a restless soul a going where could it be heading want a piece of me or are you just threading? booh!my ghost,booh!
7/5/2013 12:00:38 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn Other creatures loathed his voice, But, alas, they had no choice, And the crass cacophony Blared out from the sumac tree At whose foot the frog each night Minstrelled on till morning night Neither stones nor prayers nor sticks. Insults or complaints or bricks Stilled the frogs determination To display his heart's elation. But one night a nightingale In the moonlight cold and pale Perched upon the sumac tree Casting forth her melody Dumbstruck sat the gaping frog And the whole admiring bog Stared towards the sumac, rapt, And, when she had ended, clapped, Ducks had swum and herons waded To her as she serenaded And a solitary loon Wept, beneath the summer moon. Toads and teals and tiddlers, captured By her voice, cheered on, enraptured: "Bravo! " "Too divine! " "Encore! " So the nightingale once more, Quite unused to such applause, Sang till dawn without a pause. Next night when the Nightingale Shook her head and twitched her tail, Closed an eye and fluffed a wing And had cleared her throat to sing She was startled by a croak. "Sorry - was that you who spoke? " She enquired when the frog Hopped towards her from the bog. "Yes," the frog replied. "You see, I'm the frog who owns this tree In this bog I've long been known For my splendid baritone And, of course, I wield my pen For Bog Trumpet now and then" "Did you… did you like my song? " "Not too bad - but far too long. The technique was fine of course, But it lacked a certain force". "Oh! " the nightingale confessed. Greatly flattered and impressed That a critic of such note Had discussed her art and throat: "I don't think the song's divine. But - oh, well - at least it's mine". "That's not much to boast about". Said the heartless frog. "Without Proper training such as I - And few others can supply. You'll remain a mere beginner. But with me you'll be a winner" "Dearest frog", the nightingale Breathed: "This is a fairy tale -And you are Mozart in disguise Come to earth before my eyes". "Well I charge a modest fee." "Oh! " "But it won't hurt, you'll see" Now the nightingale inspired, Flushed with confidence, and fired With both art and adoration, Sang - and was a huge sensation. Animals for miles around Flocked towards the magic sound, And the frog with great precision Counted heads and charged admission. Though next morning it was raining, He began her vocal training. "But I can't sing in this weather" "Come my dear - we'll sing together. Just put on your scarf and sash, Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash! " So the frog and nightingale Journeyed up and down the scale For six hours, till she was shivering and her voice was hoarse and quivering. Though subdued and sleep deprived, In the night her throat revived, And the sumac tree was bowed, With a breathless, titled crowd: Owl of Sandwich, Duck of Kent, Mallard and Milady Trent, Martin Cardinal Mephisto, And the Coot of Monte Cristo, Ladies with tiaras glittering In the interval sat twittering -And the frog observed them glitter With a joy both sweet and bitter. Every day the frog who'd sold her Songs for silver tried to scold her: "You must practice even longer Till your voice, like mine grows stronger. In the second song last night You got nervous in mid-flight. And, my dear, lay on more trills: Audiences enjoy such frills. You must make your public happier: Give them something sharper snappier. We must aim for better billings. You still owe me sixty shillings." Day by day the nightingale Grew more sorrowful and pale. Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along, Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the ticket office gross Crashed, and she grew more morose -For her ears were now addicted To applause quite unrestricted, And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. Now the frog puffed up with rage. "Brainless bird - you're on the stage -Use your wits and follow fashion. Puff your lungs out with your passion." Trembling, terrified to fail, Blind with tears, the nightingale Heard him out in silence, tried, Puffed up, burst a vein, and died. Said the frog: "I tried to teach her, But she was a stupid creature -Far too nervous, far too tense. Far too prone to influence. Well, poor bird - she should have known That your song must be your own. That's why I sing with panache: "Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash! " And the foghorn of the frog Blared unrivalled through the bog.
7/5/2013 12:12:23 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	whoever shot John I will send you the bill said Mandy Mae as she signed his will. whatever was said it isn't true I like frogs and kiss them at will.
7/5/2013 2:40:13 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I’m bleeding out, It's the last thing that I do Oh, to bring you down I’ll bleed it out for you So I bare my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in........ When the day has come But I’ve lost my way around, And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground When the sky turns gray And everything is screaming I will reach inside Just to find my heart is beating Oh you tell me to hold on....... But innocence is gone And what was right is so wrong When the hour is nigh And hopelessness is sinking in And the wolves all cry To fill the night with horror When your eyes are red And emptiness is all you know With the darkness fed I will be your scarecrow..... But innocence is gone And what was right is wrong Cause I’m bleeding out....... If the last thing that I do Is to bring you down I’ll bleed it out for you........
7/5/2013 2:58:11 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	a heavy heart is one for sure a nastiness that one endured a thick blood cell from you I see a cut so deep,it will not bleed.. an open heart was offered you an ugly past was sure endured an openness was past on to an honest answer was always true.. and we gave it up and hope was gone and what you meant and what was wrong.. anger the present anger the past anger your sorrow anger at last..
7/6/2013 5:05:24 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	What I noticed today Surprised me in a way, as the storm came passing through I seen a lot and I don't recall Flowers never bend in a rainfall Through the corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion. The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wander in the night without direction. There's no difference if you're born To play the King or pawn For the line is thinly drawn between joy and sorrow, So my fantasy becomes reality, And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow, But flowers never bend in a rainfall......
7/6/2013 5:16:31 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	I awoke today I awoke today one sick man; one sick man; first the sweats first the sweats then the chills then the chills diarrhea's seduction diarrhea's seduction a runny red nose a runny red nose belched cough belched cough sneezes from hell sneezes from hell full body ache. full body ache. Sound like the flu Sound like the flu one would surmise, one would surmise, with the exception of this. with the exception of this. I had a flue shot a month ago. I had a flue shot a month ago. Give me a break, Doc; Give me a break, Doc; I've had enough I've had enough Please ! Please ! [Edited 7/6/2013 5:17:01 PM ]
7/6/2013 5:19:50 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	The poison frog looks at sky He croaks in joyous sound; The storm gathers The rain gathers The typhoon adds additional Clouds at brim The poison frog looks at sky He laughs and asks; Where will amphibians With no houses And many toads Go for shelter? I, the poison frog, the rough, The hairy and the stingy Shall the toad of anyone Touch me in my house I shall poison it, it, it, it It, it.............................. ......the poison frog sings [Edited 7/6/2013 5:21:31 PM ]
7/6/2013 5:26:23 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	Carry You Home
7/6/2013 5:29:28 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	There he sits A spotted frog He grins from ear to ear Waterbugs quake across the Pond's surface The spotted frog sits Stone-still on his perch Silently stalking a humming dragonfly His eyes shimmer His mouth waters His tounge is itching to snap out And snatch the poor bug's life His prey draws closer to his Invisible enemy All of the sudden The urge is too strong to contain His tounge snaps The dragonfly silently flaps his last Wingspan, breathes his last breath The frog has devoured the innocent Creature There he sits A spotted frog Silently stalking another dragonfly The urge to hurt and devour Too strong to subdue
7/6/2013 5:50:06 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	CARRY YOU HOME LYRICS..... Trouble is her only friend and he's back again. Makes her body older than it really is. She says it's high time she went away, No one's got much to say in this town. Trouble is the only way is down. Down, down. As strong as you were, tender you go. I'm watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home. I'll carry you home. If she had wings she would fly away, And another day God will give her some. Trouble is the only way is down. Down, down. As strong as you were, tender you go. I'm watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home. I'll carry you home. And they were all born pretty in New York City tonight, And someone's little girl was taken from the world tonight, Under the Stars and Stripes. As strong as you were, tender you go. I'm watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home. I'll carry you home. MY REPLY TO James Blunt tender are precious moments tender are so many life's tender is feeling pain tender is sheltering from rain carry you home,means so much precious women shall not be touched the war goes on,caused by man woman are treasures,and should be protected........
7/7/2013 2:04:11 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	whilst fretfully she sleeps Frog Prince kisses the Princess turning her into a beautiful frog yes, and well...they lived happy ever after as water in the bottom of a deep deep well what kind of fairy story were you after.... ahhhh the grim human kind frog prince & frog princess hop happily about a bit eating delicious(ribbit) flies oh how our love has spawned tadpoles will be tadpoles I suppose now it's time for us to croak it remembering our happy once upon a times [Edited 7/7/2013 2:04:33 AM ]
7/7/2013 2:30:38 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
mack_de_mack Las Cruces, NM 96, joined Apr. 2013	Said Frog papa to Frog mamma, 'Where is our little daughter?' Said Frog mamma to Frog papa, 'She's underneath the water.' Then down the anxious father went, And there, indeed, he found her, A-tickling tadpoles, till they kicked Their tails off all around her.
7/9/2013 11:24:03 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Missing all my friends that have gone away Wishing them all well..but wish they could stay Just to lend an ear or spread a smile A lingering laugh once in a while.
7/11/2013 7:00:10 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
ireneann Stuart, FL 60, joined Dec. 2009	Same thoughts...Just a different day. Where ever you are ...I pray you're safe. Noticing many blank spaces...... Awaiting the return of friendly faces.
7/13/2013 9:11:47 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011
7/13/2013 11:33:10 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Kiss me now kiss me then Your lips so soft I need you again Kiss so special, so perfect so right Eyes engage for an endless night Kiss so soft kiss so sweet Behind your kiss a hidden treat Kiss so special kiss surreal No kiss from the past has this feel Kiss so good kiss so great, Kisses from you almost seem like fate, A Kiss from me a kiss to you, kisses from you are always so true, Kisses a plenty kisses a few, This kiss this feeling I never knew, A kiss from you needs me to make two....
7/13/2013 7:53:09 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Kisses in the dark Kisses in the rain Kisses in the sun Kiss me once again.
7/16/2013 12:58:52 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes. If all our tale were told in speech No mouths would wander each to each. Were spirits free from mortal mesh And love not bound in hearts of flesh No aching breasts would yearn to meet And find their ecstasy complete. For who is there that lives and knows The secret powers by which love grows? Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?. Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why" I love you now until I die. For I must love because I live And life in me is what you give.
7/16/2013 6:36:52 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Jeff you write such beautiful poems..
7/18/2013 10:29:19 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Awwwww,Thank you so much Alicia......
7/19/2013 9:59:36 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	A poet? didn't know it. Make it rhyme every time.. Welcome.
7/20/2013 12:20:50 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Written with a keypad. Sealed with a kiss. If your my friend, please answer this: Are we Friends or are we not? You told me once But I forgot. So tell me now and tell me true, So I can say,I'm here for you... Of all the friends I've ever met, you're the one,I won't forget. And if I die,Before you do, I'll go to heaven And wait for you... I'll give the angels,Back their wings And risk the loss of everything. Just to prove my friendship is true to have a friend,a friend like you!
7/20/2013 12:23:49 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
august_lady_bug Dallas, TX 60, joined Feb. 2012	The first time I saw you I'll never forget The sweet aura around you Just caused me to melt As we moved on throughout time It has gotten sweeter Sweeter with time
7/20/2013 2:37:56 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	When friendships undergo a test It's often found old friends are best The sampler on the parlor wall Has these few lines which say it all The best of friends can change a frown Into a smile when you feel down. The best of friends will understand Your little trials and lend a hand. The best of friends will always share Your secret dreams because they care. The best of friends, worth more than gold, Give all the love a heart can hold. When I post here,cause I am down Guess who always comes around A friend or two to help me out to lift me up when I am down Thanks to you I can go on and thanks to you for my smile..... I love all my friends here........
7/20/2013 9:10:17 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Each day I wake from my sleep Rise up to greet the sun Without you how could I ever keep All the good things that are done Smiles and laughs and flirty signs And little hellos and are you fine? Deep inside this wandering soul I sometimes get lost, away I go But friends like you pull me near Always there to kill the fear. So days go by but I never forget Friends like you, so glad I have met.
7/21/2013 1:17:31 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Where is my broken heart? It was here yesterday. It was here the day before, I shook hands with it just last week. Where is my broken heart? Have you seen it anywhere? Did you steal it away from me when I wasn't looking? Or did it take flight all on its own? Where is my broken heart? Did I leave it with you? Did it fall from the shelf? Did it whither or melt? Where is my broken heart? It was the only thing I had left To hold me tightly at night and accompany me during the day. If you see my broken heart please tell it I miss it and that I love it and I that want it to come back to me So I can feel whole again.
7/21/2013 7:41:33 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Ok here it is....... A careful man I want to be, A little fellow follows me. I do not dare to go astray For fear he'll go himself the same way. I cannot once escape his eyes, What ever he sees me do, he tries. Like me he says he's going to be, The little fellow who follows me. He thinks that I'm so very fine, Believes in every word of mine. The base in me he must not see, The little fellow that follows me. I must remember as I go, Through summer's sun and winter's snow, I'm building for the years to be, The little fellow who follows me.
7/22/2013 1:27:52 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	The sage philosopher at night, When other men are breathing light, Out of a troubled sleep I see Start up in bed, holding the key!-- And wrap him in his dressing-gown, And get him up and set him down, And write enough to ease his head, And rub his hands, and go to bed;-- And at the window, peering through, All this time--the Bugaboo! Edna St. Vincent Millay
7/22/2013 1:46:57 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	(continued) Yet, if, in the foggy Aleutians, if on the misty Island of Kiska, island of Attu, any Flower, however weak and bleak, appears In spring, between the cloudy craters, why then, although It should take us a thousand years, We can stare into the fog until it shines, we can force it to unfold us. We must ask the men who have been there; they will know.
7/22/2013 1:10:05 PM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 59, joined Jul. 2012	(and then) Life, were thy pains as are the pains of hell, So hardly to be borne, yet to be borne, And all they boughs more grim with wasp and thorn Than armoured bough stood ever; too chill to spell With the warm tongue, and sharp with broken shell Thy ways, whereby in wincing haste forlorn The desperate foot must travel, blind and torn, Yet must I cry: So be it; it is well. So fair to me thy vineyards, nor less fair Than the sweet heaven my fathers hoped to gain; So bright this earthly blossom spiked with care, This harvest hung behind the boughs of pain, Needs must I gather, guessing by the stain I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

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