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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	Please don't ignore me by the gate It was not what I did, but fate Open your heart and take me in. I am sad and so very thin. I don't ask for much but food and love A place to feel safe and a roof above. Give me a home and I will thank you With eyes that adore and love that is forever true. Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
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purplesky56 Pearcy, AR 61, joined Nov. 2010	twidldede fe figh fo fum.. look at cause here i come. as i sat and drank my rum.. as a pirate said to the bum. look at this plum i have stuck on my thumb. suck it shuck and some might say numb chuck it.. that 's not where it's at .. so hand me up my baseball bat
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN BY RAY DAVIES OF THE KINKS. WENT TO #5 IN 1966. LYRICS: Dandy, Dandy Where you gonna go now? Who you gonna run to? All your little life You're chasin' all the girls They can't resist your smile Uh-hmm, they long for Dandy, Dandy Chattin' up the ladies Ticklin' their fancy Pourin' out your charms To meet your own demands And you turn it off at will Huh-oh, they long for Dandy, Dandy Knockin' on the back door Climbin' through the window Hubby's gone away And while the cat's away The mice are gonna play Uh-hmm, you low-down Dandy, Dandy, Dandy Dandy, you know you're moving much too fast And Dandy, you know you can't escape the past Look around you and see the people settle down And when you're old and grey You will remember what they said That two girls are too many, Three's a crowd and four you're dead Oh Dandy, Dandy When you gonna give up? Are you feelin' old now? You always will be free And you need no sympathy A bachelor you will stay And Dandy you're all right You're all right You're all right You're all right
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	"I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we dont vibrate on the same frequency theres just no reason for us to waste our time. Id rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk." "It's not unfortunate that people aren't genuine; what's unfortunate is that insincere people try to act sincere and in doing so, mislead and deceive the other." "You can't always go by actions because some people will ACT like they love you just to get what they want from you."
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	"Some people are so stressed trying to be perfectly flawless.... but I'm so HAPPY to be perfectly flawed." "Even though we're miles apart, a computer screen connects our hearts."
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ramshakkle Interlochen, MI 62, joined Dec. 2012	They should welcome new guests with the "Kissimmee Kids" - Lay some big wet ones on them and flip all their lids With a hug and a smooch - and a bottle of hootch But, alas - here's your key and an empty ice bucket The machine is quite far - you might want to say "Truck it!!!"
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Song lyrics are always welcome. I've seen many posted here over time.
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ramshakkle Interlochen, MI 62, joined Dec. 2012	Whatever expresses the feeling you have - makes you feel good.
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	Quote from just_zoe1958: "Some people are so stressed trying to be perfectly flawless.... but I'm so HAPPY to be perfectly flawed." "Even though we're miles apart, a computer screen connects our hearts."[/quote
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purplesky56 Pearcy, AR 61, joined Nov. 2010	Quote from just_zoe1958: "I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we dont vibrate on the same frequency theres just no reason for us to waste our time. Id rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk." "It's not unfortunate that people aren't genuine; what's unfortunate is that insincere people try to act sincere and in doing so, mislead and deceive the other." "You can't always go by actions because some people will ACT like they love you just to get what they want from you." amen zoe this is just the way i feel also
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	That is a good one
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	There once were a buncha SEAHAWKS Who were also a buncha ball hawks A BEAST who ate Skittles Sherman played opp's fiddles A team thet wood always clean clocks On three... GO HAWKS one two three... GO HAWKS!!!
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	The Little People of the Cherokee, called "Yundi Tsundi", are a race of Spirits who live in rock caves on the mountain side. They are little fellows and ladies reaching almost to your knees. They are well shaped and handsome, and their hair so long it almost touches the ground. They are very helpful, kind-hearted, and great wonder workers. They love music and spend most of their time drumming, singing, and dancing. They have a very gentle nature, but do not like to be disturbed. Sometimes their drums are heard in lonely places in the mountains, but it is not safe to follow it, for they do not like to be disturbed at home, and they will throw a spell over the stranger so that he is bewildered and loses his way, and even if he does at last get back to the settlement, he is dazed from then on. Sometimes they come near a house at night and the people inside hear them talking, but people must not go outside, and in the morning they will find the corn has been gathered or the field cleared as if a whole force of men had been at work. If anyone should go out to watch, he would die. When a hunter finds anything in the woods, such as a knife or trinket, he must say, 'Little People, I would like to take this" because it may belong to them, and if it does not ask their permission, the Little People will throw stones at him as he goes home. Some Little People are black, some are white and some are golden like the Cherokee. Sometimes they speak in Cherokee, but at other times, they speak their own Indian language. Some call them "Brownies". Little People are here to teach lessons about living in harmony with nature and with other people. There are three kinds of Little People. The Laurel People, the Rock People and the Dogwood People
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	The Rock People are the mean ones who practice "getting even" and steal children and the like. But they are like this because their space has been invaded. The Laurel People play tricks and are generally mischievous. When you find children laughing in their sleep, the Laurel People are humorous and enjoy sharing joy with others. The Dogwood People are good and take care of people. The lessons taught by the Little People are clear. The Rock People teach us that if you do things to others out of meanness or intentionally harm someone, it will come back on you. We must always respect other people's limits and boundaries. The Laurel People teach us that we should not take the world too seriously, and we must always have joy and share that joy with others. The lessons of the Dogwood People are simple - if you do something for someone, do it out of goodness of your heart. Do not do it to have people obligated to you or for personal gain. In Cherokee beliefs, many stories contain references to beings called the Little People. These people are supposed to be small mythical characters, and in different beliefs they serve different purposes. "There are a lot of stories and legends about the Little People. You can see the people out in the forest. They can talk and they look a lot like Indian people except they're only about two feet high, sometimes they're smaller. Now the Little People can be very helpful, and they can also play tricks on us, too. And at one time there was a boy. This boy never wanted to grow up. In fact, he told everyone that so much that they called him "Forever Boy" because he never wanted to be grown. When his friends would sit around and talk about: 'Oh when I get to be a man, and when I get to be grown I'm gonna be this and I'm gonna go here and be this,' he'd just go off and play by himself. He didn't even want to hear it, because he never wanted to grow up. Finally his father got real tired of this, and he said, 'Forever Boy, I will never call you that again. From now on you're going to learn to be a man, you're going to take responsibility for yourself, and you're going to stop playing all day long. You have to learn these things. Starting tomorrow you're going to go to your uncle's, and he's going to teach you everything that you are going to need to know. Forever Boy was broken hearted at what his father told him, but he could not stand the thought of growing up. He went out to the river and he cried. He cried so hard that he didn't see his animal friends gather around him. And they were trying to tell him something, and they were trying to make him feel better, and finally he thought he understood them say, Come here tomorrow, come here early. Well, he thought they just wanted to say goodbye to him. And he drug his feet going home. He couldn't even sleep he was so upset. The next morning he went out early, as he had promised, to meet his friends. And he was so sad, he could not bear the thought of telling them goodbye forever. Finally he began to get the sense that they were trying to tell him something else, and that is to look behind him. As he looked behind him, there they were, all the Little People. And they were smiling at him and laughing and running to hug him. And they said, 'Forever Boy you do not have to grow up. You can stay with us forever. You can come and be one of us and you will never have to grow up...we will ask the Creator to send a vision to your parents and let them know that you are safe and you are doing what you need to do.' Forever Boy thought about it for a long time. But that is what he decided he needed to do, and he went with the Little People. And even today when you are out in the woods and you see something, and you look and it is not what you really thought it was, or if you are fishing and you feel something on the end of your line, and you think it is the biggest trout ever, and you pull it in, and all it is is a stick that got tangled on your hook, that is what the Little People are doing. They are playing tricks on you so you will laugh and keep young in your heart. Because that is the spirit of Little People, and Forever Boy, to keep us young in our hearts."
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ramshakkle Interlochen, MI 62, joined Dec. 2012	I'm sore from the sun and I'm sore from the water I'm tastefully burned and I swam like I oughta
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cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	One if by land Two if by sea 'Scuse me a minute I gotta go pee.
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	Here I am Lord I, the Lord of sea and sky, I have heard My people cry. All who dwell in dark and sin, My hand will save. I who made the stars of night, I will make their darkness bright. Who will bear My light to them? Whom shall I send? Here I am Lord, Is it I Lord? I have heard You calling in the night. I will go Lord, if You lead me. I will hold Your people in my heart. I, the Lord of wind and flame, I will tend the poor and lame. I will set a feast for them, My hand will save Finest bread I will provide, Till their hearts be satisfied. I will give My life to them, Whom shall I send? Here I am Lord, Is it I Lord? I have heard You calling in the night. I will go Lord, if You lead me. I will hold Your people in my heart.
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cupocheer Assumption, IL 66, joined May. 2010	I never thought that I would see Anything as lovely as a tree But, Behold! my eyes did see Your beauty displayed in front of me.
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	Good one zoe
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	A Pome... by Cotton an Candi... Why do those scary things, only bump in the night Those BIG ugly hairy things, when they're outta site So we run an we hide, then we close our eyes tite We don't wanna come out, tho Poppa says it's alright Soon I looked at my sister, an she looked back at me One of us should go out there, cuz we'll need ta pee Then we heard Poppa laughin', what the (blank) could it be Twas the garbage can banging, cuz it's really windy Who knew?
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	Wating on the coffe Having company this morning Going to have plenty
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	There are days, that I remember There are days, that I've forgot There are days, I wish that were There are days, I wish were not Remember where we were this day Words that I rehearsed to say You didn't mind they came out wrong The candlelight, I played this song Happy Valentines Day Baby Girl Your hand?
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findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Quote from shaggyoledog: There are days, that I remember There are days, that I've forgot There are days, I wish that were There are days, I wish were not Remember where we were this day Words that I rehearsed to say You didn't mind they came out wrong The candlelight, I played this song Happy Valentines Day Baby Girl Your hand? Beautiful Shaggy..
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	Woman was made from the rib of man, She was not created from his head to top him, Nor from his feet to be stepped upon, She was made from his side to be close to him, From beneath his arm to be protected by him, Near his heart to be loved by him.
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	(this post has been flagged as inappropriate, sorry.)
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	Ms Ali Alicia ma'am... Mr Jeff sir... [Edited 2/8/2014 5:12:21 PM ]
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Quote from shaggyoledog: Ms Ali Alicia ma'am... Mr Jeff sir... Good evening Shaggy ole pal your good poems tell the tale Us lonely guys need a gal Maybe we should use the wishing well.... 5'2 eyes of blue hair of gold just waiting for you Here's a dime for wishes come true.....
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout, I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about; The Admission is free, so pay at the door, Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor. One bright day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight; Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other. A blind man came to watch fair play, A mute man came to shout "Hooray!" A deaf policeman heard the noise and Came and killed those two dead boys. He lived on the corner in the middle of the block, In a two-story house on a vacant lot; A man with no legs came walking by, and kicked the lawman in his thigh. He crashed through a wall without making a sound, into a dry creek and suddenly drowned; The long black hearse came to cart him away, But he ran for his life and is still gone today. I watched from the corner of the big round table, The only eyewitness to facts of my fable; But if you doubt my lies are true, Just ask the blind man, he saw it too. ? ? ? I did not make this up i found it on the internet and thought it was funny
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	I asked a kangaroo mother Why she hates a rainy day She said because her babies Have to stay inside and play So cookies and milk was served with a smile when the rain stops we'll all hop a mile no hopping today Cause it's not what it seems the weather is worse Than any one seen So cookies and milk tomorrow as well The Kangaroo mother says with a smile Now children play nice Your all in my pouch It is more comfortable Than a rich humans couch
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findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Pledged There is no beginning nor an end A space exspansive an empty fate You are gone from me and I cannot spend Another hour or day in wait. I pledged my heart and gave my soul The yearning burns my veins Forgotten in times great whole Never to be in love again. How I wished, dreamed and did pray A word to find upon my ear Nothing came and naught left to say Casting me out lingering yet so dear That which I gave to be eternal Carried under lock and key Somewhere in deep recess nocturnal Only to shine in the moon and thee.
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	The middle a this month it'll start Some thin' witch is close ta my heart Baseball Spring Trainin' With one week re mainin' I wonder if I could git there on BART What's BART? Bunch A Railroad Ties...
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	Jealousy By G. Rynk Jealousy is enraged In the hearts of those Who cannot achieve The greatness of others. Jealousy is enraged In the minds of those Who believe they are Superior to others. Jealousy is enraged In the souls of those Who do everything to help But wish to do nothing but hinder. Jealousy is enraged In the hearts of those Who are big men On very little campuses Jealousy is enraged In the minds of those Who are outranked By those of lesser experience Jealousy is enraged In the souls of those Whose hearts have been blackened By years of fruitless labor Jealousy is enraged In the hearts of those Who cannot achieve The greatness of others.
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findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	“I played God today And it was fun! I made animals that men had never seen So they would stop and scratch their heads Instead of scowling. I made words that men had never heard So they would stop and stare at me Instead of running. And I made love that laughed So men would giggle like children Instead of sighing. Tomorrow, perhaps, I won't be God And you will know it Because you won't see any three-headed cats Or bushes with bells on... I wish I could always play God So that lonely men could laugh!” ~ James Kavanaugh [Edited 2/11/2014 2:14:11 PM ]
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	The Monkey and The Pea A Tale from India The King of Benares was out on a hunting trip with his wise counselor. They stopped to feed their horses some peas. Suddenly a young monkey darted down a tree and scooped a huge handful of peas out of the feeding trough. Halfway back up the tree one pea fell from the monkey's furry hands and, in a desperate attempt to catch it, the monkey dropped all the peas he was carrying. Peas scattered on the ground and the horses ate them. The monkey climbed back up the tree empty-handed and sat sadly on a branch. The King and his wise counselor watched this episode with amusement. The counselor chuckled, "Great King, when far too greedy you be, remember that monkey and the pea."
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012
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stresscase Ridgecrest, CA 56, joined Feb. 2013	Sea Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
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shaggyoledog Ocean Shores, WA 69, joined Apr. 2011	I met a man who wasn't there by Hughes Mearns Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish, I wish he'd go away... When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn't see him there at all! Go away, go away, don't you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!) Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh, how I wish he'd go away...
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	. "The color of love" The color of love At least in my mind, Is this color above, One that's simply gentle and kind. Not brash like brights, Not glaring like lights, Just easy on the eyes and And tender on the heart. Naturally mellow, Not faded out, In full bloom, And what love is all about.
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Oh how you charmed me then Screwed me over, Then there's a song... about roll me over in clover, You put on an act, And left out the fact, You're nukkin futz And you know it
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Lay your head to rest tonight, And say a little prayer; And be grateful for those who fight our fight! That we can sleep and not hear bombs, unlike other places, Where every second is a fright! That though things are far from perfect, And there's much in need repair, That we all here sleep, feeling rather sure, We'll awake again to another day to share.
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012	A yellow bird sit upon my window sill I slamed the window suht on it _ _ _ _ head
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	Summer flowers to make the cold, winter days just a little brighter.
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findingalicia Lexington, KY 64, joined May. 2011	Flanders fields.. Poppys grow for those who gave Life much too short for ill will Carry your gentleness to the grave..
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Do you recall as a child running so fast your own legs couldn't keep up? Do you remember as a child having a spirit and bent so foreign to your own parents that they reigned you in and steered you onto their course? Do you remember as a child not wanting to come in from play for supper? Do you remember as a child having to sit til you ate that supper? Do recall "just wait til your Father gets home?" Being the longest hours of your life? Do you remember skinned knees? Bike wrecks (yowch). That handlebar in the gut or worse!!!! do you remember any show and tell at school? (I don't) Do you remember why you were sent to Principal or why you had to go stand in the hall? Do you recall playground or cafeteria incidents? Lol. Do you remember your babysitters or having to spend time at their house? Did you have a sandbox? Or remember your first ice skating, roller skating, sledding, snowmobile ride, horse ride?..etc Your first ever sip of alcohol to see what the big deal was? When you first did dishes or baked brownies? Firsts... hmmmmmmm.
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	Roses are red Violets are blue Ain't it a hoot Not seeing who posted above you
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nat_now Ocala, FL 56, joined Jul. 2013	. One can never know but when it's our calling to go home; After a life of trials wherever We live or roam, When the time is right, And yes it WILL come, We will hear it inside, and from far up above... Our journey on earth, in our physical form, will transform into Spirit, no more to weather the storm. The angels drift down and help rise us up, And with Saints and forebearers, We'll drink and we'll sup. No more pain No more sorrows, We'll instead hear the songs, The harps and the drums, No memories of wrongs.
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	The Wind © Alissa Sanders My thoughts lay printed on sheets of paper, Stored in the drawer of my mind. They are organized, neat, Nothing out of place. They can’t be touched by outside strangers, Filled with dangers and cruel intentions. I’m the only one with the key, To this infinite drawer with ideas. But sometimes a foreign gust of wind comes, It rattles and shakes the knob to this drawer. Each day getting stronger and stronger, Closer and closer to freeing those papers. The enemy, the wind is a master of uncovering. Of daintily plucking out my papers Like dandelions on a vast field, To blow and disperse the seeds to unknown areas. It does it so discreetly, that I don’t realize its actions Until that very last moment When the wind turns into a hurricane And the drawer is finally broken into. My papers fly out to this hurricane. Crinkling, tossing, turning. A complete mess of black and white figures, Soaring at high speeds in the whirlwind. I’m stuck in the eye of the hurricane. Huffing and puffing, jumping and reaching, To retrieve my sacred papers. Although I know it’s impossible. I must wait for it to move on, And pick up each paper, piece by piece. Eventually I’ll find most of my thoughts, To put back in the drawer, for the wind to come again.
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just_zoe1958 Burlington, VT 56, joined Dec. 2011	Quote from rfhar_54: So true.
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jeffandr Leechburg, PA 55, joined Aug. 2011	She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind Until the night He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away her memory Life is short, but this time it was bigger Than the strength he had to get up off his knees We found him with his face down in the pillow With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.' And when we buried him beneath the willow The angels sang a whiskey lullaby The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath She finally drank her pain away a little at a time But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind Until the night She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away his memory Life is short, but this time it was bigger Than the strength she had to get up off her knees We found her with her face down in the pillow Clinging to his picture for dear life We laid her next to him beneath the willow While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
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weaimtoplease Geneva, OH 66, joined Dec. 2007	Quote from nat_now: . One can never know but when it's our calling to go home; After a life of trials wherever We live or roam, When the time is right, And yes it WILL come, We will hear it inside, and from far up above... Our journey on earth, in our physical form, will transform into Spirit, no more to weather the storm. The angels drift down and help rise us up, And with Saints and forebearers, We'll drink and we'll sup. No more pain No more sorrows, We'll instead hear the songs, The harps and the drums, No memories of wrongs. Thanks, nat! Taking it one day at a time but I'm finally as ready to let go as much as I possibly can!
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rfhar_54 Fouke, AR 61, joined Jul. 2012
2/17/2014 9:08:18 AM	*~~~~the poet tree~~~*etc.
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