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                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | If ya got yerself, one a them fertile mines What kine a fertilizer, do ya use
 If ya think up stuff, be four the sun shines
 What If ya snoozed, wood ya lose
 
 If thet early bird, catches all a them worms
 Wood ya care, cuz you ain' a bird
 If ya wen' ta the doctor, fer all yer germs
 Butt ya weighted, be cuz ya was third
 
 If any a this stuff, soun's familiar ta you
 Then I wood suggess, ya listen ta this
 Ya prolly don' no, whatcha thoughtcha gnu
 So drink lots, then go take a (rhymes with 'this)
 
 
 
 
    
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                      | 10/29/2013 2:04:01 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | May I love you It matters not
 What you might say
 For, I cannot stop
 You have my heart
 Always and forever
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/2/2013 8:11:02 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I sit and I wonder for hours Of the return of April showers
 And if Fall really needs to Fall
 I wish it didn't fall at all
 
 And if there is a good reason
 Why Winter has to be a season
 But mostly I think of Summer
 That's when I drive my Hummer
 
 
 
  <<< Apple cider...  
 
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                      | 11/2/2013 8:14:44 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Can you hear heartbeats within my breast Or feel the rhythm of my breath
 Did you catch a falling tear
 Or embrace my anger, feel my fear
 Could you hear my silent cries
 Remember joy in smiling eyes
 Smell my hair and want to weep
 Slumber with me in silent sleep
 Kiss me gently to not alarm
 Hold me close beneath your arm
 Look at me with warmth by choice
 Listen contently to hear my voice
 Long to be near when brief apart
 Did you mean to steal my heart?
 
 
  
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/2/2013 8:28:42 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Eh? What's thetcha say little girl? 
 Come closer, so's I can put my ear on yer breasticals...
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
    
 
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                      | 11/2/2013 10:07:05 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I loved the child in him 
                        so innocent and sweet 
                        The mischief in his eyes 
                        the blush upon his cheek 
                        The tender way he spoke 
                        that showed me that he cared 
                        The touch of his warm hand 
                        that gently touched my hair 
                        The smiles that we shared 
                        that filled my life with glee 
                        For when I was with him 
                        I found the child in me
                        
                         
 sweet and innocent
 could we find
 age old aggression
 we will unwind
 
 words of wisdom
 from an elder I see
 listen carefully
 I say with glee
 
 ponder this so poetically
 as I speak from tongues with glee
 whisper now and truth be told
 How I wonder when minds unfold
 
 words aren't often said to mean
 what was typed and what it means
 look at them with an open mind
 gentle caresses for mankind.......
 
 
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                      | 11/3/2013 12:55:09 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | A drop of dew in the morning sun Shines as a precious stone
 Clouds on a bed of blue
 Guiding our steps to home...
 And as the evening shadows come
 Soft and blue and grey
 I wish to to all a peaceful night
 Waking to a another precious day.
 
 
 Good Night.
  
 
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                      | 11/3/2013 8:08:04 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | mrusedup 
  Boss, MO
 64, joined May. 2012
 
 
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                      | 11/3/2013 10:32:05 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | sweetate2 
  Albion, IN
 65, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Sleep comes stalking me My eyes try to see but my mind has grown numb
 I wrap my body in the softness of velvet
 I take a soft breath and say good night
 I then enter the arms of warmth and sleep
 I see you standing in the distance waiting for me in the fog
 I have entered my dream once more....
 
 
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                      | 11/4/2013 10:16:15 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | I dreamed of you the other night your body was healthy
 And your smile so bright!
 Your energy high and your step so light.
 
 your gypsy spirit, your redman's ways, loving life,
 All your days.
 
 I awoke and remembered,
 The reality you're living..
 You're so far away,
 So much strength you must be
 giving.
 
 I'm praying you're healed,
 And can return to your home soon,
 So I can greet you with hugs,
 And we can go walk the dunes.
 
 ***
  
 
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                      | 11/4/2013 12:08:36 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | For those who do not know The time has changed, altho
 If you give me one dime
 I'd gladly tell you the time
 
 
 
 
 
  I'm gonna git rich quick...  
 
      
 
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                      | 11/4/2013 6:05:24 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | He's gonna get rich quick... Around his waistline ... thick
 For only a dime
 To make his words rhyme
 Or to hear the ol tocker tick.
 
 
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                      | 11/7/2013 7:10:30 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | At lease this thread did not git lost When some athers seemed ta git tossed
 The day will come thet ya'll understand
 All a these glitches were Obama's hand
 
 
    
 
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                      | 11/10/2013 8:04:50 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Every time I turn around You say you should've been gone by now,
 You think that everything's wrong,
 Ask me how to carry on,
 You'll make it through another day,
 Just hold on......
 
 Cause life starts now,
 You've done all the things
 That could kill you somehow
 And you're so far down
 But you will survive this somehow because,
 Life starts now.......
 
 I hate to see you fall down,
 I'll pick you up off the ground,
 I've watched the weight of your world come down
 And now it's your chance to move on,
 change the way you've lived for so long,
 Find the strength you've had inside all along.......
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/10/2013 8:11:42 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | ...for my love... shed not a tear
 for in love
 there is no fear
 
 in all things
 which I hold dear
 the greatest is love
 be of good cheer
   
 
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                      | 11/12/2013 1:20:50 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | 'Twas juss the other nite An all thru the house
 We'd all gone ta bed
 'Cept a freeloadin' louse
 
 My wife's brother was up
 Eatin' everything in site
 He liked her home cookin'
 But he ain't too brite
 
 Her spinach souffle
 Was gone in a flash
 An he drank my lass beer
 I knew soon he wood crash
 
 We'd fine him tomorrow
 Outside on the lawn
 All tho it were rainin'
 Sometime afore dawn
 
 
 To be continued...
  
 
 Add tooit if'n ya like...
  
 
 
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                      | 11/12/2013 1:25:14 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | His name must be john A foreboden in law..
 Fred found him dead
 With a chicken bone
 Stuck in his craw.
 
 
 (Ya out there fred? I wuz thinkin' of you...lololol)
 
 
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                      | 11/12/2013 9:24:47 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
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                      | 11/13/2013 7:12:52 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Coffee in my special cup Watching the morning sun come up
 Thinking of days gone and those to come
 What will be the final sum.
 
 Will the good days outweigh the bad
 Happiness replace most of the sad
 Stirring faith and the will to try
 No need to worry frown or cry.
 
 Hope gets tattered and a bit torn
 Life rebuilds each waking morn
 Drink each day with an easy smile
 A step toward the final mile.
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/13/2013 8:10:03 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | My feet on the floor An I'm up outta bed
 I went ta the door
 Fer the paper not read
 
 The coffee is made
 I'll have my firss cup
 No football was played
 So, I'm off fer gossup
 
 I turned on my puter
 The sites fly by fast
 I see Blue's now a Hooter.............. Name changed ta pro teck the innocen'...
 I'm shocked an aghast
 
 It's the same every day
 I'm a nother day older
 Butt hay,
  come what may I won' cry on yer shoulder
 
 My sole needs some savin'
 Cuz a the way thet I talk
 An I've bin miss behavin'
 I'll be good... Nah! I'll juss mock..........
  
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/14/2013 9:59:33 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | live a little 
 give yourself a hug
  
 
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                      | 11/14/2013 10:35:45 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | The middle a November The days fly by fast
 But if I new a way
 I'd make some a them last
 
 
 
 
  Kine a soun's like daylight savin' time withdrawals gotcha... 
 
  Oh woe is me... 
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/14/2013 12:01:02 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | lost in time or lost in space
 crazy clocks
 without a face
 
 move em back
 move em ahead
 at that moment
 time is dead
 
 
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                      | 11/14/2013 12:24:45 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | wiggle just a little bit closer 
 ... as I savor your cute little giggle
 
 hips in motion on our own backfield
 
 ... a gentle caress upon your lips
 
 be still my fluttering love
 
 ... 'fore I embrace you for all to see
  
 
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                      | 11/15/2013 10:58:32 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | In my thoughts, your voice I hear Memories tell me, you are near
 I reach out, to touch your hand
 You say, 'no, please understand'
 
 
 
 
 
 In my thoughts, there is no time
 Tied together, like ball of twine
 Who we were and what we had
 Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
 
 In life's shadows, you are here...
  
 
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                      | 11/15/2013 11:23:37 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | The end of a time, And not even a rhyme
 Will set it back upright.
 
 It's all upside down,
 Broken trust, I now frown.
 Now the dark has replaced the light.
 
 the careless way
 In that clouded time of day,
 unleashed and of such poor judgment;
 
 There's nothing to say
 After being done that way,
 Now silence is all that is golden.
 
  
 
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                      | 11/15/2013 3:46:22 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  huggypoppy
 Euless, TX
 65, joined Oct. 2013
 
 
 | I work all day sleep all night
 I ain't got no....
 
 time for fun
 
 the wife's draggin' me
 to the big-box mall
 I know she's gonna spend it all
 I ain't got no....
 
 time for fun
 
 It's mow the grass
 out with the trash
 honey you can just
 kiss my a**
 I ain't got no....
 
 time for fun
 
 I work all day
 sleep all night
 I'm gonna make me some....
 
 time for fun.............
      
 
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                      | 11/16/2013 3:13:46 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | You can end this? anytime you want to Just jump out of your window
 And feel your body break the ground
 Or you can come a little closer
 And follow the stars to Bethlehem
 
 
 We'll find faith in the most magical of places
 And find home in the smallest of rooms
 We'll find life in the most barrenness of faces
 And touch Christ in his impending doom
 
 
 We can go anywhere you want to
 I don't really mind
 But follow the life on the moon
 A life of pain to do
 A curse from me to you
 
 
 Heroes from your harsh dreams
 Allow me closer
 Signs from your palms I read
 We're so much colder
 Ships sail out past the Persian coast
 To the edge of the world and I doubt
 
 
 Oh what a life we lead
 What gives you the right to say
 following your every need
 What more can I say
 You're such a better person than me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/16/2013 6:26:59 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | mrusedup 
  Boss, MO
 64, joined May. 2012
 
 
 |  
 
  
 
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                      | 11/16/2013 6:43:59 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
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                      | 11/16/2013 7:45:23 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | ''Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun,
 Seeking after that sweet golden clime
 Where the traveller's journey is done:
 Where the Youth pined away with desire,
 And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
 Arise from their graves, and aspire
 Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.''
 
 William Blake
 
 
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                      | 11/16/2013 10:02:27 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | drowning... ...in a pool of light
 
 floating...
 ...above the fight
 
 glancing...
 ...from my eye
 
 loving...
 ...with no goodbye
 
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 5:14:34 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | We move just like the moon and sun The sun comes up the moon rolls down
 A world apart but with no sound
 Love can always spin us a round
 
 I've been to heaven I've been to hell
 I've been to Vegas and god knows where
 But there's nothing that feels like home
 I love you more than you will ever know
 
 
 A couple pills a couple scars
 I made a wish on a lonesome star
 Star oh star you shine so bright
 Won't you grant me one wish tonight
 
 
 
 Dear I love you more than you'll know
 A beaten path that I won't show
 A fresh bottle of open wine
 That destructive path of mine
 
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 1:26:54 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | eastfoot 
  Bossier City, LA
 59, joined Jul. 2012
 
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 9:35:24 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Absence 
 My cup is empty to-night,
 Cold and dry are its sides,
 Chilled by the wind from the open window.
 Empty and void, it sparkles white in the moonlight.
 The room is filled with the strange scent
 Of wistaria blossoms.
 They sway in the moon's radiance
 And tap against the wall.
 But the cup of my heart is still,
 And cold, and empty.
 When you come, it brims
 Red and trembling with blood,
 Heart's blood for your drinking;
 To fill your mouth with love
 And the bitter-sweet taste of a soul.
 
 by Amy Lowell
 
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 9:42:34 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Met this guy once, You'd think we had known each other for many years,
 He wasn't afraid to express emotion,
 Nor afraid to show his tears.
 
 A rather open book,
 But had shelved himself...
 Hoping a new reader would brush the dust off his pages,
 And read about his inner, now calming rages.
 
 His past read like his present,
 As he told his whole life story
 And the chapters weren't separated by number, but by only the lack
 of his longing glory.
 
 A boring fellow in need of someone,
 To be interested in who he had managed well... to never become.
 
 All the hopes and dreams he had were contingent upon some offerings, of wanting and looking up
 To another more fulfilled.
 
 In despair of never finding that,
 He stayed all alone upon that hill.
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 10:03:14 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Really like the poem Nat. 
 I've not been too creative lately.
  
 
 
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                      | 11/17/2013 10:43:59 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Thx Ali. Sometimes one feels it, the need to express..sometimes not. Understandable.  
 
 
 ***
 Oh Leo, you snob.
 So full of yourself
 All about you, you, you..
 
 So celebrated,
 Shiny medals; (aren't you great.)
 
 No thoughts of whether to be received graciously...but only whether the prize can be displayed.
 
 Your daily talks speak like a never-ending resume',
 As though praise starved, you now
 gloat, not humbly.
 
 You'll be very happy by yourself.
 
 
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                      | 11/18/2013 9:41:08 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I once knew a man from Nantucket With a horse, in a barn, he wood muckit
 Each day he'd implore
 I'll muck this no more
 So, over the fence, he wood chuckit
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/18/2013 11:59:46 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I hurt the ones I love the most I get lost in this world of mine
 How long am I willing to wait
 How much more can I truly take
 How many more times will I get back up
 I think I've finally given up
 Is this just the beginning or is it surely the end
 Is my soul really lost or was it never there at all
 Am I meant to feel so broken and confused
 I'm filled with sorrow and full of pain
 I can't be happy because then I feel shame
 Guilt eats me up and spits me back out
 I'm always filled with doubt
 I should be hated rather than loved
 So many things wrong with me
 I can't dig myself out I keep crying out
 I get left with no answers
 I can't seem to figure shit out
 Someone please help me out.
 
 
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                      | 11/18/2013 12:27:59 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Awww quitcher complainin'... Yer Steelers finally won one... 
 
 Thet there is poetrocity...
  
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/19/2013 9:48:34 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Lass nite fer my supper, I had me some ribs An whilst I was eatin', I put on two bibs
 Them ribs were all slathered, in sauces galore
 I had one rib, then two ribs, an still wanted more
 My fingers were covered, with thick drippy drips
 Ta git them all clean, took quite a few licks
 The best part about it... I saved some fer taday
 I'll have them fer breakfast, without any delay
 
 
 
 
    
 
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                      | 11/19/2013 11:11:51 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Whilst last at the apple purveyor I got some tart apples ta savor
 Butt I foun' them too tart
 Witch I thought not smart
 So, I changed there tart apple flavor
 
 With brown sugar, an cinnamon piled on
 Like a weezurd, wavin' my magic wan
 Turned them apples from tart
 Thet I got down at the Mart
 Rite nex ta the bed, bath an beyon'
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/19/2013 11:22:03 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I once bought a diamon' in the ruff Turned out it was all juss a bluff
 I said thet 'I love ya'
 She said 'Thet's zirconia"
 Come back wen you've got enuff................... money
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/19/2013 11:27:16 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | The cigar band ring From aside his daddy's ashtray,
 Served as his gesture
 To that lil gal with the sway.
 
 Gave it to her one day,
 As they sat under a tree,
 He was all tongue tied,
 Not sure how she'd answer his plea.
 
 "Wanna go steady?
 Will you be my girl?"
 He placed it on her finger,
 As she answered "sure..
 Let's give it a whirl."
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/19/2013 11:37:04 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Wen I said, let's go steady She said she weren' ready
 I like yer story better
 Nex time I mite getter
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/20/2013 9:04:55 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Why are some memories so hard to remember When others come easily to mind
 
 Why do some roads seem to go on forever
 When those by the sea need to wind
 
 These mysteries of life are easily answered
 When those in a rush take some time
 
 
 
 
  What a bout them what's waaaaaay too laid back... 
 
  An juss who do you jave in mine? 
 
    
 
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                      | 11/20/2013 10:20:46 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Gather memories along the lane Roads taken, time slain
 Roses gathered days of love
 Fragrant heady whiffs dreamed of
 Lilies fallen by the way
 Too many wilted short of stay
 Lavender and lilac newborn spring
 Daisies enamored giddy to sing
 Honeysuckle climbing the garden gate
 Seeking eager reluctant to wait
 Mountain laurels Forget me Nots
 Grace the days God begot.
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/20/2013 11:01:46 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Gather memories along the lane 
                        Roads taken, time slain 
                        Roses gathered days of love 
                        Fragrant heady whiffs dreamed of 
                        Lilies fallen by the way 
                        Too many wilted short of stay 
                        Lavender and lilac newborn spring 
                        Daisies enamored giddy to sing 
                        Honeysuckle climbing the garden gate 
                        Seeking eager reluctant to wait 
                        Mountain laurels Forget me Nots 
                        Grace the days God begot.
                        
                         
 
 
 
 EXCELLENT!
 
 
 A++
 
 
 Hold onto that tightly, for some dreary day
 When gray skies come calling, to chase them away
 
 
 
 
 Very kewl Dudette...
  
 Matter a fact, I mite even steel some a thet...
  
 
 
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                      | 11/21/2013 7:37:44 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Tyvm Shaggy.  
 
 Flowers bloom for a season
 Friendship blossoms within the heart
 Pressed and dried or in full bloom
 Love defies all rhyme and reason.
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/21/2013 12:27:41 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | The ocean's polluted The seagulls deluded
 The mermaids denuded - or, nudified...
 The dolphins delightful
 The lobsters insightful
 But, the sky is quite frightful - we're horrified
 So, we search for that isle
 That's as wide as a smile
 With sweet breezes that blow - like a sigh
 Where a coconut falls
 When a pelican calls
 And the news of the world - says "goodbye".
  
 
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                      | 11/21/2013 12:56:01 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | The cigar band ring 
                        From aside his daddy's ashtray, 
                        Served as his gesture 
                        To that lil gal with the sway.
                         
                        Gave it to her one day, 
                        As they sat under a tree, 
                        He was all tongue tied, 
                        Not sure how she'd answer his plea.
                         
                        "Wanna go steady? 
                        Will you be my girl?" 
                        He placed it on her finger, 
                        As she answered "sure.. 
                        Let's give it a whirl."
                        
                         
 
 A hunnert an fifty years ago, the drugstore in my neighborhood would sell me, without a note from home,
  a small wooden box of Roi Tan cigars to give to my Dad for his birthday... I had plenty of those rings...  
 
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                      | 11/21/2013 11:25:33 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I watch you,You watch me Then we write some poetry
 I have a dog,You have a cat
 Hey,there's nothing wrong with that
 We have no plan for come what may
 It's just simply another day
 To lurk or post consistently
 Only love can set us free...
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 5:33:11 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | bah -- humbug gimme a hug
  
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 7:08:10 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | Final paragraphs of the speech that President Kennedy was enroute to delivering at the Dallas Trade-Mart 50 years ago, this morning... never delivered. 
 Our adversaries have not abandoned their ambitions,
 our dangers have not diminished, our vigilance cannot be relaxed. But now we have the
 military, the scientific, and the economic strength to do whatever must be done for the
 preservation and promotion of freedom.
 The strength will never be used in pursuit of aggressive ambitions -- it will always be
 used in pursuit of peace. It will never be used to promote provocations -- it will always be
 used to promote the peaceful settlement of disputes.
 We, in this country, in this generation, are -- by destiny rather than by choice -- the
 watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of
 our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and
 restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of
 "peace on earth, good will toward men." That must always be our goal, and the
 righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long
 ago: "except the Lord keep the city, the watchmen waketh but in vain."
 
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 8:08:47 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I sup beneath this poet tree With baggette, red wine and brie
 A puzzling thought, I have drawn
 Rind off??? Or does it stay on
 
 
 
 
  Do ya leave the peel on a banana? 
 
  No 
 
      
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 10:44:11 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | My dear friend, I will be very lost and sad without you,
 You were right there if I ever needed.
 You helped me without me asking,
 It meant all, that you wanted
 your leisure time spent with me.
 
 These six or so years,
 We talked and shared tears,
 And who can even count...
 All the laughs over several cold beers.
 
 The loud laughs we had
 during
 Our cribbage games, and
 Our sightseeing, you knew every road.
 
 Pictures we took by the hundreds,
 And stories we each told.
 
 You'll never know what it gave me that we thought so much alike,
 An ease and effortless being with,
 A freedom to speak our minds.
 
 An understanding irreplaceable,
 And honor in our code.
 
 Coming to terms that again we'll not meet, but I'll remember you everyday,
 I knew you best, now you go to rest,
 in your "happy hunting grounds".
 
  
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 12:02:52 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | I'm weary - my vision's gone bleary Or, the day has gone dark and darn dreary
 I could use a quick boost
 Someone goose my caboose
 I have heard it's quite helpful, in theory...
  
 
  
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 12:47:41 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | It was a cold dark dreary day thoughts of sadness came my way
 The fireplace was there but nill
 everything was standing still
 
 Suddenly with no despair
 happiness filled the air
 A little chat which was needed
 now my sadness was defeated
 
 Some special friends I have indeed
 always there when I'm in need
 Some may think that I was whining
 But right now the sun is shining......
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/22/2013 6:19:03 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | No quiet sharing No mutual moments of silence
 I'm on my own
 In quiet reflection
 
 Would you pause to join in
 As a message you care?
 Or just carry on not worried,
 Is nothing Fair?
 
 You go ahead
 Catch up with you later;
 Oh, I see that you did
 Don't mind me.
 
 My pain is my own
 Why drag your heart in.
 Forget you know...
 Oh, you did.
 
 But then someone
 Else came along and cared
 Taking your place
 Turning my back.
 Go your way.
 
          
 
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