| 11/22/2013 8:28:15 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | The world remembers, back fifty years Our President shot, we wiped our tears
 If he had lived, what might have been
 Perhaps no wars... we could not win
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
 
 
  
 
 
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                      | 11/23/2013 7:59:20 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | What did the poet Lorie et After she had her puree
 I was told, she'd lost a bet
 Ten worms, all squiggly wiggly
 
 
 
 
 
  eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeee 
 
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                      | 11/23/2013 12:08:54 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | The sinner sooner forgets the sin Than the one who was sinned against,
 
 And once the one who's harmed is harmed,
 Their guard becomes well fenced.
 
 The cleansed conscience of the one who did, through expressed sorrow or apologetics, becomes the silt within the mind...
 Of the one who hears the rhetorics.
 
 Played over and over,
 The test constantly posed,
 The physical doors remain ...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  forever closed. 
 
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                      | 11/24/2013 12:20:20 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades
 Stones to throw at my creator
 Macho shit which I cater
 
 I don't need to be
 I'll keep slipping farther
 But once I hold on
 I won't let go until it bleeds
 
 Wish I was too dead to care
 If indeed I cared at all
 Never had a voice to protest
 So you fed me shit to digest
 
 I wish I had a reason
 my flaws are open season
 For this I gave up trying
 One good turn deserves my dying
 
 
 Wish I'd died instead of lived
 A zombie hides my face
 Shell forgotten with its memories
 Diaries left with cryptic entries
 
 
 You don't need to bother
 I don't need to be
 I'll keep slipping farther
 I'll never live down my deceit
 
 
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                      | 11/24/2013 8:06:00 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | It's thet time a year once again Ta go shoppin' rite now is a sin
 Some say it's too early
 An some git real surly
 BUTT, we need a...
 
 
 'Whadda Ya Want Santa Ta Bring Ya Fer Christmas'... thread...
  
 
 
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                      | 11/24/2013 10:46:00 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Grieving is so exhausting, So depleting, oh my crushed heart!
 After ten hours to sleep,
 Trying to escape the pain,
 I awake to no difference,
 than so very deeply sad we are apart.
 
 You're leaving Earth from far away,
 I can't reach you now,
 Unable to say,
 I loved you, friend, you were my
 Presence, and now I'm left,
 To find my own way.
 
 I didn't see it clearly til now,
 The way my mind and soul are
 So aching,
 How very much you meant to me,
 And with you, how much of me you will be taking.
 
 I'll remember you always and this says it best,
 You're the best person I ever met!!!!!
 
  
 
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                      | 11/24/2013 1:02:26 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | If I had no words ta describe Yer beauty or how I'd imbibe
 Thet look thetcha got
 Cuz I think yer hot
 John Alden I wood inscbribe
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 7:43:50 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | This Thanksgiving Day... During this time known as Thanksgiving Day.
 I hope you'll give thanks and pray.
 A prayer of thanks for everything God has given.
 He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'!
 Our country is blessed like no other.
 God has supplied our "bread and butter."
 He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed.
 Be thankful for your food, home and being employed.
 For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too!
 It's no secret how much he loves YOU!
 We find in the Bible... God clearly said;
 "I've never seen the righteous forsaken,
 Nor their children begging for bread."
 Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace.
 And for making my heart, "his special place."
 I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed.
 He's given me salvation and supplies my every need.
 I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day...
 I will always remember!
 
 
 By Jim Pemberton
 
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 12:42:32 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven 
 The turkey shot out of the oven
 and rocketed into the air,
 it knocked every plate off the table
 and partly demolished a chair.
 
 It ricocheted into a corner
 and burst with a deafening boom,
 then splattered all over the kitchen,
 completely obscuring the room.
 
 It stuck to the walls and the windows,
 it totally coated the floor,
 there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
 where there'd never been turkey before.
 
 It blanketed every appliance,
 it smeared every saucer and bowl,
 there wasn't a way I could stop it,
 that turkey was out of control.
 
 I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
 and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
 that I'd never again stuff a turkey
 with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
 
 Jack Prelutsky
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:06:30 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | ...and it was there for all the world to see
 a'sittin' 'neath a Banyan tree
 
 ...too many of dose
 too few of d's
 begging from bended knees
 
 ...wish for a star
 as you gaze from afar
 there ya was and there ya are
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:13:31 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | there you be my honey bee
 spreading nectar
 from your tree
 where most really
 want to be
 hidden away
 for all to see......
 
 a short poem written by ME......
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:29:37 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 |  
 You making fun of my height?
 
 Put up yer dukes and fight!
 
 I will kick your butt, you silly sweety.
 
 Now give me a sloppy kiss, ya mug!
   
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:33:38 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | It sounds like shorty needs a hug to melt her frozen frosted mug
 If you want to get warm dear
 pucker up and plant one here.....
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:45:11 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | You are incorrigible ...little boy
 
 Do you think
 ...I am a toy?
 
 Nothing about me
 ...needs to thaw
 
 Bring it on
 ...if'n ya got the ... nerve.
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:49:03 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Oh my Cup-o-Love thank the heavens up above
 that some one really cares for you
 right or wrong,false or true
 
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 5:58:03 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | ahhh ... Thank you, sweety I have always been loved
 
 And I love to give love in return.
 
 
 I enjoy jesting with others
 And making people laugh
 
 It's another way to love I have learned.
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 6:01:11 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | love me hate me I don't care
 I see you in
 your underwear
 but that's a secret
 that won't be told
 there bright red
 and really bold......
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 6:06:43 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | ah ... posh 
 you don't know
 
 my underwear ain't a brilliant red
 
 ya just got sugar plums in your head
 
 what you most likely see
 
 is the red circle on my butt
 
 from the toilet seat
   
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 6:14:03 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | Thanks for family - friends and health The good years lived - the wisest wealth
 Warm loving hearts and tender smiles
 Recall the blessings - in times of trials
 When old, it's short - when young, it's long
 An endless sojourn - to where it's gone
 Relentless searching - in constant view
 Momentous dreams - that all came true
  
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 6:46:05 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Joy of life is in the giving Peace of life is in the living
 Love of life is in the heart
 Faith of life the soul imparts.
 
 Have a Thankful Thanksgiving.
  
 
 
 
 "He who binds to himself a joy
 Does the winged life destroy
 He who kisses the joy as it flies
 Lives in eternity's sunrise".
 
 Wm. Blake.
 
 
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                      | 11/27/2013 7:03:46 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | I love so many dearly And I might say it yearly
 But what really matters
 is that I care and I speak it
 
 I might not say it a lot
 But what I really got
 Is friends that understand
 Who is there to hold your hand
 
 some things are best unsaid
 but saying it often without pretend
 is what matters most in my eyes you see
 that's what counts to you and me
 
 I am hoping you all understand
 wisdom and words from a man
 that says things so differently
 but with meaning so significantly
 
 My friends should understand what I mean.......
  
 
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                      | 11/28/2013 8:11:38 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Thanks Givin'... by Cotton an Candi 
 
 Fer all a these things, we're thankful
 Our poppa gives us a big spoonfull
 Turkey gaby, two kines
 Before openin' blines
 Butt sissy likes only low fat-full
 
 We all so like these hardwood floors
 We kin skitter an bounce off a doors
 The kewl plastic bags
 Thet we shred inta frags
 Our poppa brings home from them stores
 
 We don' care too much fer no cat toys
 We'd rather chase bottle caps with noise
 Too kewl an too fun
 Chasin' more then juss one
 An then flip em, is one a our joys
 
 We're thankful fer lots a more stuff
 We know poppa is juss a big bluff
 He scowls with a frown
 Thet turns up side down
 He's a push over, He ain' so tuff
 
 
 Don' fergit ta give paws an be thankfull...
 
 Happy Thanks Givin'..........
    
 
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                      | 11/29/2013 7:28:56 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | In the sea of living The end is especially hard
 Ancient moorings thoughtlessly uprooted and sent floating aimlessly
 until they become waterlogged and sink to the bottom
 With no acknowledgement save for the barnacles and homeless crustaceans
 If you can see the sun setting over the water you are one of the fortunate
 If you can do it with a friend you have won the game
 
 
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                      | 11/29/2013 9:22:55 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Your light shines tho you are gone God has another angel beside His throne
 My special friend I grieve for me
 You have your wings and a smile I see
 Running with the wild horses forever more
 Gone from me though Heavens Door.
 When you look down and see my tears
 Know you so often quieted my fears
 My sunshine on days that started grey
 The showers of spring washing sadness away
 Your smiling face will be my guide
 When my time comes to go that ride..
 Wait for me in those fields of glory
 Together again to finish our story.
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/29/2013 11:06:38 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | With one piece a punkin' pie left I installed an alarm... antitheft
 No one kin steel my
 Lass piece a this pie
 B'cuz wen it's gone, I'll be reft
 
 
 
 
        
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 11:38:42 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | 'Twas way before Christmas, an all threw the house We had nothin' ta eat, 'cept a dried up ole grouse
 The old lady not happy... 'Git huntin' ya louse'
 So I got out my gun , but seen only one mouse
 
 I tried ta go home, but she still wasn't merry
 I said, let me in, fer one more tom an jerry
 Her eyes, how they twinkled, or was it the glass
 She tossed it right at me, I seen stars in a flash
 
 As I lay there face down, the snow, it was cold
 I knew thet she'd leave me, untill I would mold
 Christmas memories are fun, don't ya all think
 When I pick myself up, I'll have... just one more drink
  
 
 
 
  <<< Hot spiced cider...  
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 11:41:33 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Too dayum funny ^^^^  
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 11:45:20 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Too dayum funny ^^^^ 
 So... ad one a yer favorite Christmas memories to it...
    
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 12:07:42 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | I wish I did have some but mom was too rigid, ..Dad was all solemn and outside was frigid.
 
 It was mean the way that it always went down,
 We had to eat breakfast first,
 In our new pj's, or gown.
 
 Always up too early,
 Cuz of my bratty lil sis,
 And me being the middle,
 Not sure they would miss.
 
 No tearing into the packages
 Until,
 One at a time took a turn,
 then .....Take a picture, "sit still"!
 
 We each had to pause to ooooh
 And to ahhhhhh,
 I didn't care what they got,
 Awwww geez, maaaaaa!
 
 Had to pretend I liked what I got,
 Always some dang practical lot.
 
 I wanted a pony, not a darn clock,
 And that stupid tumbler to polish a rock.
 
 the Christmas music playing soft
 In the background, and my Dad looking all sentimental always made me sad.
 
 My mom cooked a great dinner, and invited her folks, it was a polite
 Occasion but with no telling jokes.
 
 We had to place nicely our gifts under the tree, all day long for all to see
  
 I wanted to horde and just run to my room,
 hide away with my stash, away from them all,
 But I had to share space with that sibling of doom!
 
 But I guess all in all what I love to recall .....as I pause,
 Is remembering Dad singing,
 God is my Santa Claus.
  
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 12:15:05 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Memories are memories No matter how they spawn
 If ya don' like yer gifts
 Take em later ta pawn
 
 
  
 
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                      | 11/30/2013 12:51:32 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | Another Christmas spent alone With a piece of coal and an old pine cone
 Can't eat no cookies - Can't drink no rum
 Can't suck on my sweet baby's sugar-plums
 I hate to get old, but I'll get older still
 So I guess I'm still young... 'til, you know... until...
 Ch-ch-ch-changes will come and not always kind
 They can hinder your body and mess with your mind
 I WILL put an end to this holiday drear...
 But, my next chance will have to be Christmas, next year.
  
 
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                      | 12/1/2013 7:43:30 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | December the first, in the year of our LORD Twenty thirteen, if yer here, then yer bored
 Butt comes a new year, juss a few weeks away
 Make a new resolution, with new stuff ta play
 
 Ya could turn somethin' over, like a new leaf
 With a new attitude, an a whole new belief
 An ya don' gotta wait, 'till the old year is leavin'
 Change ain' a bad thing, in yer heart, start believin'
 
 
 
 
  Oh yeah? What about YOU? 
 
  I promise ta be gooder nex yeer...  (fingers crossed)  
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 9:51:25 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I still remember stuff, from long long ago But stuff I dun yesterday, that comes an goes
 They say I will lose it, if I don' use it
 At my age, I'll save it, so's not ta abuse it
 
 The years fly by quickly, It's hell ta git old
 My friends are all passin, I'm left in the cold
 The good side a fergittin', win, place or show
 When the LORD comes callin', I prolly won' know
 
 So, break out the nog, an pass 'roun' the beer
 Let's raise up a glass, an give Christmas cheer
 I'm thankful I made it, threw all a this year
 With my Snookums gone... 'I'll drink yers too dear'
 
 
 
 No wonder I'm so dammm fergitful...
  
 
 Merry Ho Ho...
  <<< Nog... 
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 10:18:01 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | VERY VERY good stuff... 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 10:29:31 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | 'Tiss the season ta be jolly NOT the season ta be folly.........
  
 Butt as I look aroun'
 At frown after frown
 
 I wonder... how did we
 Ta me it's a mystery
 
 How we got to a place
 Filled with distaste
 
 So, let's all git dunk
 An dance ta the funk
 
 (Play thet funky music white boy)
 
 
 
    
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 11:06:47 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Yes, but I meant yours specificiticularly... 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 11:45:02 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | Blonde curls of Kentucky Cascade down this neck of the woods
 Down the snowy shoulders
 To the heart of the hilly country
 Where the deer ones frolic good
   
 
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                      | 12/2/2013 12:54:29 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | OK, I'm still hungry An stuck in a quandary
 I had my Honey Bunches a Oats
 
 With blueberry yogurt
 Altho I'm no eggspurt
 In yogurt, why them Bunches don' float
 
 More yogurt then Bunches
 With not lotsa crunches
 I wonder, if I need a mote
 
 I'm not really finicky
 But my girls mimic me
 I'll try eating in someplace remote
 
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 6:24:08 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | ramshakkle 
  Interlochen, MI
 62, joined Dec. 2012
 
 
 | The gloam is the end of the gleaming Not gloom, but a darkness for dreaming
 Whatever gets through the night -
 Is alright - It's alright...
 Comfort food with a side of hot steaming
  
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 9:59:33 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
 | Why cry and feel so sad When there are miracles to be had
 Each day I see
 A little miracle in me.
 Prayers each morning and every night
 Throughout the day is always right
 Sometimes I cry and weep and moan
 But then I think, I have a home.
 Family and friends I hold so dear
 Some are far and some are near.
 I count my blessings, quite my fears
 They far outweigh the those useless tears.
 Keep the happiness from passing by
 Spread your wings and you can fly!
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 12:12:26 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I once met a man named Hugh Mongous His toes were chock fulla green fungus
 I heard some people say
 Hay Hugh, move away
 We don' wan' no green fungus among us
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 12:44:11 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | There once was a man with 8 pots He thought thet 8 pots was a lot
 Tho his past a bit checkered
 This must be a record
 So, he called Ripley's Believe It Or Not
 
 
 
 Laughing is very good medicine...
 
 And it free, like the price of admission...
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 9:48:48 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | Friends are there to understand When you need a helping hand
 With outreached arms I reach to you
 Show me the ones that are really true
 
 Back the ones you care about
 With words of truth and no clout
 We all seem to forget
 For the ones we never met
 
 Judgement day is not for us
 It is what life's all about
 There is some one up above
 To guide us freely for our love
 
 
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                      | 12/3/2013 9:50:17 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | "Losing My Religion" 
 Oh life, it's bigger
 It's bigger than you
 And you are not me
 The lengths that I will go to
 The distance in your eyes
 Oh no, I've said too much
 I've said enough
 
 That's me in the corner
 That's me in the spotlight
 Losing my religion
 Trying to keep up with you
 And I don't know if I can do it
 Oh no, I've said too much
 I haven't said enough
 
 I thought that I heard you laughing
 I thought that I heard you sing
 I think I thought I saw you try
 
 Every whisper
 Of every waking hour
 I'm choosing my confessions
 Trying to keep an eye on you
 Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
 Oh no, I've said too much
 I've said enough
 
 Consider this
 Consider this, the hint of the century
 Consider this, the slip
 That brought me to my knees, failed
 What if all these fantasies come
 Flailing around
 Now I've said too much
 
 I thought that I heard you laughing
 I thought that I heard you sing
 I think I thought I saw you try
 
 But that was just a dream
 That was just a dream
 
 That's me in the corner
 That's me in the spotlight
 Losing my religion
 Trying to keep up with you
 And I don't know if I can do it
 Oh no, I've said too much
 I haven't said enough
 
 I thought that I heard you laughing
 I thought that I heard you sing
 I think I thought I saw you try
 
 But that was just a dream
 Try, cry, why try
 That was just a dream
 Just a dream
 Just a dream, dream
 
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 9:25:05 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | I don't feel, today, like being a poet.. 
 Just in case someone, somewhere didn't know it.
  
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 10:03:14 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | My girls will soon turn eight years old And this weather is colder than cold
 Eight's way too young
 For a physical bung
 Candi limped, cross the room, as she strolled
 
 Sometimes she must think she's Kung Fu
 Because of high leaps that she'll do
 From fridge to the floor
 Bumping into the door
 Why she limps, I really don't have a clue.............
  
 This morning she's much better than before
 She refuses to go to the Vet at the Shore
 Could it be Arther Ritis
 Or perhaps Kung Fu Itis
 That a nap, in a warm sunbeam, will cure
 
 
 Maybe I shoulda posted this in the 'Prayers ta git Better" thread...
 
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 10:20:29 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | That thread is dead And one is gone,
  And my message box has all gone wrong,
 I'm missing one that I need to reply
  What shall I do!,...
 
 til he writes again,
 I'll just eat pie.
  
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 10:42:55 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  fireball650
 
  Lewiston, ME
 50, joined Oct. 2012
 
 
 | Enough never having to say good by. Enough knowing your all I need.
 Enough is all the little things you do
 That takes my breath away.
 Enough not having to say a word
 Because I see it in your eyes
 Enough I feel it when your hold me
 Enough because you complete me
 In every way
 Enough because I love you
 Enough
  
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 12:41:00 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Strange things are done In the broad day's sun
 By DHers juss lookin' fer fun
 
 Sometimes they bicker
 An sometime they banter
 Some their skin ain' no thicker
 
 Butt when all is said
 They muss lie in their bed
 A eggzistence, I'd shirley dread
 
 I'd much rather be willy
 Ad a hole lotta nilly
 Butt NO undershorts, pink an frilly
 
 
 
  Butt some a them girley boys wear em... 
 
  WHATEVA!!! 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/4/2013 2:29:33 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  fireball650
 
  Lewiston, ME
 50, joined Oct. 2012
 
 
 | When your hormones are raging and your all in a fuss give me a call
 and we'll rock the bus
   
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 6:49:32 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  findingalicia
 
  Lexington, KY
 64, joined May. 2011
 
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 8:18:57 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | A thick frost is covering the ground The Calliopes are all humming around
 Filling feeders daily
 To nourish their frailty
 A bit of Winter sunshine is found
 
 
 
 And the girls sit by the window and chatter...
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 8:27:21 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      |  fireball650
 
  Lewiston, ME
 50, joined Oct. 2012
 
 
 | Christmas is the time of year to thank good Lord that we still are here to be with family and friends and have a good time like that of a book we remember the holidays passed and some of the people we like to kick in the ass  there are those who are close to the heart is the time of year to get a fresh new start with the snow coming down in the fire all a glow I wish you Merry Christmas to all we love you so.  
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 10:35:23 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | nat_now 
  Ocala, FL
 56, joined Jul. 2013
 
 
 | Welcome  
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 11:06:46 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | I juss checked the feeders, they're frozen Lass nite was too cold, I was dozin'
 Brought them in ta thaw out
 Some nectar dripped out
 They didn' need thawin', juss some motion
 
 
 
 
  
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 11:12:44 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | Not everything we rite is a hit Not always do our words seem ta fit
 I rite some stuff down
 The go off ta town
 Wen I git back, I say... who rote this... (censored)
 
 
 
 
    
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 11:23:40 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | jeffandr 
  Leechburg, PA
 55, joined Aug. 2011
 
 
 | It wasn't I that's guaranteed My keyboard will do that for me
 My fingers push the buttons you see
 And it is magic,words on screen
 
 
 However I did push the reply button with my nose....
  
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 11:31:07 AM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | cupocheer 
  Assumption, IL
 66, joined May. 2010
 
 
 | If you want to be a gypsy ...that's alright by me
 
 Don ya head rag
 ...fer all to see
 
 If the humor
 ...comes to blows
 
 You can always
 ...use your nose.
   
 
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                      | 12/5/2013 12:32:59 PM | ***~~~~the poet tree~~~***etc. |  | 
                    
                      | eastfoot 
  Bossier City, LA
 59, joined Jul. 2012
 
 
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                      | shaggyoledog 
  Ocean Shores, WA
 69, joined Apr. 2011
 
 
 | When I was once a young lad I ran all around quite unclad
 But as I grew older
 And not as much bolder
 I wore a brite suit made of plaid
 
 
 
 
  
 
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