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General Discussion & Feedback => Just Chat! => Topic started by: Mr. Scientist on 20/11/2009 03:43:40
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Love is a shade in the midst of the day,
when your lover says there is nothing left to say.
love is a riddle when it's in it's grandest form,
but the riddle is never solved because by the end of torment to solve it, you are inexorably torn.
Love is hate which resides in us all.
It leads to those relationships cast upon a wall, like paintings in a manners hall.
Love is but love.
(PS. Quite literally off the top of my head lol)
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Love is like,
A blossom small upon a stem,
growing tall amongst the thorns.
With,
Each fold and petal opening wide,
to enclose the sweetness held deep inside!
Exquisite,
in its shape and form so tender,
soft, and fragile, torn...
Life,
Completion of union, together grown,
the sweetness takes on, a song of its own...
When,
The fragrance of life, spreads
sweet on the wind,
The scent is,
the joining of love, between friends,
A Dancing of souls in life, is no sin...
Love is the way that life begins...
And that off the top of mine....
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awweee
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ok wheres your next one...???
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mMMM...hard to top
I'll give it a try thught
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Its not hard to top but I don't think its about topping but about having fun eh?
Yours was very nice by the way..
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When you told me you loved me, my world was complete with happiness as you slowely ceressed with warm hands;
When you told me you loved me when you left in the mornings for work, i felt so proud of you with a retort ''i love you'',
When i lay beside you at night and watch you sleep, i place my hand on your chest as though to feel your loving soul,
Whole, am I, who has found this missing link to my heart, but as most love stories, they should probably never start.
[:I] [:o)]
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Its not hard to top but I don't think its about topping but about having fun eh?
Yours was very nice by the way..
Quite right, came out very wrong.
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came out just fine.. This one was nice also...
sad though in a way...but very pretty maybe a bit bittersweet....
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Feverishly thrashing in and out of sleep,
my body seeking you in the night...
Hot and cold and dreary eyed,
my spirit escapes the skin, divine....
If only for a moment of time
to be beside you in my dreams...
So quickly my spirit soars so fast,
alone within you like shadows past...
For those few moments, sleep finds me
calm, my heart, my soul, can feel divine..
Your body stirring restlessly, until we are entwined.
Just like the miracle of this love, of which we two divined.
So sickness steel me away this night and lay me by his side so I can remember all his love to take with me inside...
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I never get bored with science.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha .........
I don't even have good human relations with any one.
I get bored all the time than comes physics to save me.
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I am glad you don't get bored.
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I am glad you don't get bored.
Almost prozac like lol
And Karen, your words are beautiful
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Yours was rather harrowing as well.
Anyway, i must rest now.
Goodbye everyone
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I am glad you don't get bored.
Almost prozac like lol
And Karen, your words are beautiful
LOL..LOL..Whoops I thought he said he did not get bored but instead he said he never gets bored with "science"but then his other things that bore him...LOL.. I am so bloody tired going to say goodnight also and hope you all forgive me I really have been here too long and feel cruddy tonight..
Thanks Mr. scientist. What a nice comment. Thanks for a nice time posting tonight good thread for chat! Relaxing for me anyway...calming too.
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I am a sheep who luffs to eat crumpet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crumpet)
When I see a ewe, I simply must hump it !
LOL..now That's kwality poemage right there and ewe know it !
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Oh I do like a nice bit of crumpet myself. Which reminds me, of a damn good muffin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin_%28English%29) I had.
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I am a sheep who luffs to eat crumpet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crumpet)
When I see a ewe, I simply must hump it !
LOL..now That's kwality poemage right there and ewe know it !
Yes Indeedy so, Kind sir!..LOL.. Sheepy Me thinks you must be missing Daniel...sawnnnn.... LOL Mirage... where are you.. Sheepy needs a DRY HUMP fix!
I love english muffins...! yummy WITH HOT BUTTER AND HONEY OR A SMUDGE OF RASBERRY OR BLACKBERRY jAM....
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you’re the sheep that dumped it
now it’s stuck to my foot you muppet
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a simple diagnosis
i want karen to be my hostess
and spend hours on this forum
to help realise me from bordum
a concofany in splendor
every hour here will render
minds from every gender
can play relax unwind
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you’re the sheep that dumped it
now it’s stuck to my foot you muppet
Well pick the shite off with a leaf
If that does fail then use your teeth [;D]
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that's all very well
you don't mind the smell
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a simple diagnosis
i want karen to be my hostess
and spend hours on this forum
to help realise me from bordum
a concofany in splendor
every hour here will render
minds from every gender
can play relax unwind
Nice to meet you Geo driver.. where are you from?
That was a very nice piece .. Thank you for the compliment! LOL...
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LOL...
you’re the sheep that dumped it
now it’s stuck to my foot you muppet
Well pick the shite off with a leaf
If that does fail then use your teeth [;D]
LOL... You TWO are TOO funny! LOL...
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from gay paris with silken prose
i write to woo your heart
and writing all this poetry
could make a dam good start
lol Karen 1/2 frog 1/2 Rosbif
and its a pleasure
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The pleasure is mine!..
I get the 1/2 frog but 1/2 Rosbif?
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from gay paris with silken prose
i write to woo your heart
and writing all this poetry
could make a dam good start
lol Karen 1/2 frog 1/2 Rosbif
and its a pleasure
OH Yes!! Do woo away!..YAYYYYYY!!!!
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rosbif = the french name for the English
like french= frogs English = rosbif
like the terminal nicotine user
needing 1 more fix
the joys of writing to each other
lets me rhyme the word über
dam its a bit poor that one i will try harder
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LOL..LOL...awww LOL Uber...
The fix indeed, is such a pull,
my heart goes pitter patter,
and when your words fill up my soul..
they are far from chitter chatter!
So upon your horse, you gallant Rogue,
and sweep me off my feet, for in this
world of make believe your words do
make my heart to beat!
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i would swim the ocean wide for you
and search all mountains high
as all the words our karen
in my heart always reside
with waking breath, to night time sleep
from can to cant i will think off all this jest
and with all that my dear peeps
with smiles and thoughts of you. i must rest
working night shift tonight
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i would swim the ocean wide for you
and search all mountains high
as all the words our karen
in my heart always reside
with waking breath, to night time sleep
from can to cant i will think off all this jest
and with all that my dear peeps
with smiles and thoughts of you. i must rest
working night shift tonight
As I do and have always done,
I wait with baited breath.
To hear your words and feel your
lips so soft upon my breasts.
Alas your words are etched inside,
and locked away with key.
My heart remains a prisoner,
of the love you gave to me.
Sweet sleep hold you close tonight,
and dream a lovely dream, With you,
I lie there closely entwined amongst your sheets.
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Most poems rhyme,
but this one doesn't.
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LOL..LOL...Nice!!!
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Why poems ?
Why not science songs ?
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There is already a thread for science songs.. cool ones.. but this is the chat section where you can have a break from science and just relax.
SBC You like to relax by learning more science and me too to an extent, but when my wee brain is on overload and I am trying to understand the complexities of science I turn to the writing threads, or chat areas, to let my brain relax and help me re-focus before I delve in any deeper.. My whole house is filled with books and such on different aspects of science and medicine, and rocks, the human body, mechanics, how things work. The solar system space etc.
That is how you relax...others choose different ways..
I write to relax and find it very soothing to write of love and feelings etc...destressing for sure...
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Kiran, here is the link for the science music thread.
It is found here in chat also and it has fun science songs!
http://www.thenakedscientists.com/forum/index.php?topic=23309.0
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And that off the top of mine....
Very beautiful Karen............
Flower and Thorn
Love grows where trust has been planted.
An earthy bush with both flower and thorn.
We test it's truth with every caress,
and with first kiss, our future is born.
Then in lifes nursery we water and feed,
our future with tenderness and care.
For both flower and thorn do appear, and
success depends on willingness to share.
Then flower and thorn share in bouquet,
as we remember our joy and our pain.
When together we pass hand in hand,
sharing each other and eternity our gain.
.................Ethos
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My sight is failing so now I wear glasses
And now on the beach I can see all the arses !
And lo & behold a derriere doth prevail
Ti's not so of human but a great big beached whale !!
Boom Boom !! [:D]
*le kwality*
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And that off the top of mine....
Very beautiful Karen............
Flower and Thorn
Loves grows where trust has been planted.
An earthy bush with both flower and thorn.
We test it's truth with every caress,
And with first kiss, our future is born.
Then in lifes nursery we water and feed,
our future with tenderness and care.
For both flower and thorn do appear, and
success depends on willingness to share.
Then flower and thorn share in bouquet,
as we remember our joy and our pain.
When together we pass hand in hand,
sharing each other and eternity our gain.
.................Ethos
Ethos that is a lovely piece. Very nice.. How long have you been writing poetry and or verse?
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My sight is failing so now I wear glasses
And now on the beach I can see all the arses !
And lo & behold a derrière doth prevail
Ti's not so of human but a great big beached whale !!
Boom Boom !! [:D]
*le kwality*
*Le Kwality* Indeedy... And very funny..... Thanks Neily for sharing your humor with us all.
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Ethos that is a lovely piece. Very nice.. How long have you been writing poetry and or verse?
Probably started in early high school. I figured the poetry might help me woo the girls, and sure enough, it did work on occasion. Ahhhh the memories..................
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Yes it does do the trick.. It is a huge huge Turn on.. for us girls who love the mushy stuff so very mush!! LOL..
I am glad you have good old memories of those high school days.. I never dated anyone until I was 19 years old. Then I married him..now I am divorced.
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noice noice. and by randomness just saw a google add at the bottom of the page advertising the same company i work for.
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a kindly gentalman solder
a bastion he did stand
saluted a fair karin
by the writing of his hand
he wanted only to hold her
yet he was classed a joke
he wanted her day and night
and even when she woke....
back from night shift more karen praising to come but first some other stuff
and my word, i feel ashamed writing next to ethos puts me too shame. good skills that man
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i placed her on a pedestal
she tossed me in the gutter
it seems her lie's
were like her thighs
spread easer then butter
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could it possibly be
that in her dictionary
love and lies are defined both the same
i know how she can catch the ideal man
join a singles club for the insane
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a kindly gentalman solder
a bastion he did stand
saluted a fair karin
by the writing of his hand
he wanted only to hold her
yet he was classed a joke
he wanted her day and night
and even when she woke....
back from night shift more karen praising to come but first some other stuff
and my word, i feel ashamed writing next to ethos puts me too shame. good skills that man
Your words are lovely and There be no shame within..
The skills you hold so closely when you begin to pen.
Sweet words they flow like honey,
when the heart is loved so well,
and dreams are held as money,
to feed the soul in hell..
To keep a love that lies so quiet,
alive at end of day,
And gives the heart thee lift it needs,
to retain a sense of play..
So words of love, lift me up,
and take me to the stars,
to lie with you beneath the moon
and know this world is ours!
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i placed her on a pedestal
she tossed me in the gutter
it seems her lie's
were like her thighs
spread easer then butter
OOOH That ones sad....
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could it possibly be
that in her dictionary
love and lies are defined both the same
i know how she can catch the ideal man
join a singles club for the insane
Such saddened words you write here with,
and toss them out so cold,
What has turned your heart away,
and let your mind be sold...
Pray tell the pain, heard in the words,
the knife it takes its toll!
And rips it deep within her heart,
The blood it doth now flow!
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i placed her on a pedestal
she tossed me in the gutter
it seems her lie's
were like her thighs
spread easer then butter
So high upon that chair she sat,
so high and all alone...
waiting for the love he swore,
His heart would always own.
Never deny or turn away,
This promise he did make.
And yet in all he did for love,
was too push her far away.
Her heart cries out for him each day,
her pain within quite real.
The emptiness is still the norm,
as she waits for him upon the hill.
Never to stray away from her,
but push her away he did.
He spoiled her heart for another's love,
No other shall ever live...
Especially for the precious love,
of which he always gives....
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could it possibly be
that in her dictionary
love and lies are defined both the same
i know how she can catch the ideal man
join a singles club for the insane
LOL.. Dude have you ever joined a singles club or lonely hearts club...? They suck eggs! Its a racket and mostly really sleasy.. at least that has been my experience...
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could it possibly be
that in her dictionary
love and lies are defined both the same
i know how she can catch the ideal man
join a singles club for the insane
Such saddened words you write here with,
and toss them out so cold,
What has turned your heart away,
and let your mind be sold...
Pray tell the pain, heard in the words,
the knife it takes its toll!
And rips it deep within her heart,
The blood it doth now flow!
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Love is a shade in the midst of the day,
when your lover says there is nothing left to say.
love is a riddle when it's in it's grandest form,
but the riddle is never solved because by the end of torment to solve it, you are inexorably torn.
Love is hate which resides in us all.
It leads to those relationships cast upon a wall, like paintings in a manners hall.
Love is but love.
(PS. Quite literally off the top of my head lol)
Will miss your posts here also in your new thread!
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play baccus for the evening
please be seated take you places
shouold my manner seem displeasing
offend your airs and graces
ive a list long as your arm
the connosures selection
a bitter wine a quaff of quarm
awaiting your inspection
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play baccus for the evening
please be seated take you places
should my manner seem displeasing
offend your airs and graces
ive a list long as your arm
the connosures selection
a bitter wine a quaff of quarm
awaiting your inspection
A game of mystery you unveil,
Words of hidden, meanings travail,
Well, speak your mind, and free your soul,
truth will tell, and take its toll.
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A simple man he trys to write
“the connosures selection”
But head is fill with other stuff
He has found his imperfection
The gentle argument against his “quaff of quarm”
The bitter wine he gladly supped has never done him harm
Knowing not the folly of his ways he carries on regardless
Such good friends he thought he found
But maybe before he got them has lost
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A simple man he strives to win with jest and cheer
Yet always he seems to hurt the sensitive ear
And never did he mean to say such words so cruel
For he is just a very, completely, ignorant fool
I have never been able to write
These words I thought I might
Be able to just to say
I might be rather bright
So if I have offended
Just say, I will be branded
And I will always try to understand
The gift I have been granted
To write such prose that can offend
But Aim them at the origin
And not upset those people
That can bring me a grin
ok that ones a bit weak the next one will be better, in my accent it kind of rythmes
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there once was a man who had lost his own smile
and he wondered the country mile after mile
never quite knowing what he wanted to find
for his heart lay heavy with the weight of his mind
he climbed a high hill
looked out to sea
he hear a voice calling out softly to him
open your heart boy for it needs to be free
and the next time your crying come running to me
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writers block over
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A simple man he trys to write
“the connosures selection”
But head is fill with other stuff
He has found his imperfection
The gentle argument against his “quaff of quarm”
The bitter wine he gladly supped has never done him harm
Knowing not the folly of his ways he carries on regardless
Such good friends he thought he found
But maybe before he got them has lost
Not lost, but gained a friend indeed,
with words explained on bended knee,
Those thoughts that fill a head indeed,
do cause your aching heart to bleed,
So release the pains that lie therein,
and free your soul again.
Never believe your friends you've lost,
with your eloquence you can amend,
Any words that you have thought,
could cause hurt, pain, or offend.
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A simple man he strives to win with jest and cheer
Yet always he seems to hurt the sensitive ear
And never did he mean to say such words so cruel
For he is just a very, completely, ignorant fool
I have never been able to write
These words I thought I might
Be able to just to say
I might be rather bright
So if I have offended
Just say, I will be branded
And I will always try to understand
The gift I have been granted
To write such prose that can offend
But Aim them at the origin
And not upset those people
That can bring me a grin
ok that ones a bit weak the next one will be better, in my accent it kind of rythmes
A sensitive ear indeed does hear,
the pain that lies, beneath the cheer.
So jest aside, the feelings to hide,
must surface now and then.
Sending cheer, and no regret,
Your heart is safe, so don't forget..
An honest question I did ask,
an answer did bring relief...
My heart at best, feels fine at rest,
New friendships, I must keep!
So rest assured no hurt in words,
remain entrenched in me.
So write again of love and sin,
but toil no ills among these friends.
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there once was a man who had lost his own smile
and he wondered the country mile after mile
never quite knowing what he wanted to find
for his heart lay heavy with the weight of his mind
he climbed a high hill
looked out to sea
he hear a voice calling out softly to him
open your heart boy for it needs to be free
and the next time your crying come running to me
There once was girl, who was way'cross
the world, so far that she could not see..
The tears of the boy, who brought her
heart joy,were washing away out to sea.
So she spoke from her heart, love did depart,
Her spirit went soaring away.
And there on the hill, the boy felt a chill,
as the wind wrapped her arms round 'bout him.
A smile found his face, in the love he embraced,
and her voice it called out to invite him.
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the perfect prettiest princess
o that she thinks she so
but more the capricious little bitch
back stabbing, poisonous spiteful dow
got annoyed with a work colleague
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the stuped bloody clients no clue of what they say
the come to the pub not for fun but just to waist away
the misery of serving a person who cannot
have any kind of energy politness theve forgot
i smile and try to tell a joke,
but all they do is sit there
the monotone broke
would you like the menu sir
on occasion they would say please
and then they sit there for an hour
studing the thing, jeez
eventually they call me over
i ask in what would you like
dont know they replay what do you have miseure
the genral stock there line
read the bloody cart mate
stop waisting all my time
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the smiles have now been given
happy now he is
sure that he can sleep again
with out the anger in his soul
if writing ever stops
i will pay a heavy toll
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and now again i go to work
and have to talk to princess
she thinks that works a doss
i need to give them bloody hell
cos i AM the ******** boss
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Since Christmas looms ever closer on the horizon, here's a little festive peomage for your delight and delectation.
Christmas is coming,
The goose is loosing weight.
The tax man approacheth,
He’s coming through my gate.
"I'll have the drumsticks off that bird”,
He said in demanding voice.
The council man behind him said,
“The wings are my choice.”
Christmas is coming,
The postman brings no card,
Just a bill from Energy Co,
Paying this will be hard.
They say "We’ll take the offal,
The liver and the kidney".
They also want the medallions,
“That might cover our fee”.
Christmas is coming,
The bankers want their share.
They take the breasts of my goose,
For their own Christmas fare.
Politicians take the carcass,
And still hold out their hat.
They take away the giblets,
And even the goose fat.
Christmas is coming,
We have nought to eat.
Can’t afford any heating,
So we shiver from head to feet.
We huddle round the table,
And recite this dismal prose.
Then tuck in to what they left us,
Just the bloody Parsons Nose.
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Very dismal.. but very good words!
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I will be back tomorrow.. have a long night ahead! Sleep tight you two.
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the thing is i find it hard to write cheerful. because when i am happy im doing other things
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the thing is i find it hard to write cheerful. because when i am happy im doing other things
what are the things you are doing when you are happy then?
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Beautiful everyone - truely billiant.
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There's a lot of wierd things,
that depend on nothing,
Nothing is a void when push comes to shove,
but there is nothing in the world as empty as love.
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A simple man he trys to write
the connosures selection
But head is fill with other stuff
He has found his imperfection
The gentle argument against his quaff of quarm
The bitter wine he gladly supped has never done him harm
Knowing not the folly of his ways he carries on regardless
Such good friends he thought he found
But maybe before he got them has lost
Not lost, but gained a friend indeed,
with words explained on bended knee,
Those thoughts that fill a head indeed,
do cause your aching heart to bleed,
So release the pains that lie therein,
and free your soul again.
Never believe your friends you've lost,
with your eloquence you can amend,
Any words that you have thought,
could cause hurt, pain, or offend.
Mmmm... thought-provacative. This was intended though, yes?
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yes!
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good though wasn't it
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The sun goes down, the sky turns gray
Just another end to an unemployed day
Tomorrow Ill get up and walk the pond
And return to turn my computer on
Again I ply my fingers to the keys
Trying to find an employer to please
The cold wintry weather doesnt help
My careers feeling as flimsy as kelp
The longer I go without some work
The more I look to them like a jerk
But Im supposed to be infinitely cheerful
So people tell me ... I always get an earful
So my search for a job keeps going on
Its even starting to make me yawn
Sometimes I dream of running away
To a far off place like Paraguay
If you're an employer in the Boston region
Who needs a scientist who can reason
Or one who can be quite poetic
Dont you worry; dont you fret it
Here I am; Im who you need
Ill send you my résumé at top speed
Just send me a message on this board
Im here for you, just say the word
And, so, Ill end this pathetic plea
To await the work thats meant for me
Very nice.. I hope it catches an eye or two..
from someone who may have a job for you,
Let your fingers tap the net each day,
and surely work will come your way.
With spirits high, and mind refreshed,
keep up your skills, at their very best!
Alas the time will yield for you,
A profit from the work you do..
So keep a head held high each day,
Work will surely come your way!
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i ll will replay but mind is dry
cannot engage my hands
set free my mind and let it fly
to different gentler lands
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with in but just a week
my stars have now just peaked
a nothing, beginer novice
full member now i notice
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head up head up head up
so you can always look
that job you'll find so you can sup
fine wine and buy them books
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And what wines and books do they have in the store today,
as my job invariantly sways?
So i grab close to a piller, and made one look up,
and i was back to my head, the one i have now shook.
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I love your writing in every form,
it makes me feel all sweet and warm!
LOL..
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books of integrity
and french wine's abundant
im sure one day you will see
unemployed's better then redundant
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Unemployed was I, and had joined
the ranks, it sucked the big one,
And it really Stank!
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your a government statistic
not so realistic
as unemployment masses
the unhappy clashes
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amidst the dyeing candle light
i sit forlorn alone
a place once fill with laughter bright
a place i once called home
now the puppets are my company
but wood and straw cant speek
if per chance they came to life
im certain they would weep
what am i without your tender touch
the hands to hold and guide me
what has a use a puppet
with no puppeteer beside me
i do not care i have no hair
my painted face is scratched
must i spend my whole life
living with no strings attached
author unknown
it not mine but i love it
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smiles and tears and love and fears,
A giggle shall pass my ears,
And each time you wine and stand in the line,
I shall look over quickly and sneer!
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to sneer to jest
to others uncomfort
know they cant buy
what you have just bought
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amidst the dyeing candle light
i sit forlorn alone
a place once fill with laughter bright
a place i once called home
now the puppets are my company
but wood and straw cant speek
if per chance they came to life
im certain they would weep
what am i without your tender touch
the hands to hold and guide me
what has a use a puppet
with no puppeteer beside me
i do not care i have no hair
my painted face is scratched
must i spend my whole life
living life no strings attached
it not mine but i love it
OH,, Thats just lovely.. I lve it too! very nice.. do you know the author as we really need to credit the author if we post another's poem...
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i really dont
and in apologize most profoundly to the person that wrote it.
i memorised it a long time ago i must of been about 17 and just today it popped into my head so i thought i would share it with you
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How sad at the thought,
of the things not bought,
but the woman who pooed,
right behind you! LOL..
Cool!
well I imagine just put author unknown...
You memorized that.. its a lovely piece to put to memory.. thank you for sharing with me.
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lol
yeah i haven't though of it for more then a decade and just today it was in my head. my memory does things like that to me
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Only a moment in time
Only one spark of your life.
Only the little things matter.
Only the good things in life
Karen Johnson..(Me)(copyright )circa 1977 or 1978.. can't remember its been too long!
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I am
lol
yeah i haven't though of it for more then a decade and just today it was in my head. my memory does things like that to me
Glad it does.. very nice...
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These where all brilliant to read by the way - just thought i'd say :)
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These where all brilliant to read by the way - just thought i'd say :)
Whats that that was all brilliant to read.. do you mean this little tiny bleeps of poetry...LOL...
If so.. thanks but they are kinda iffy to say the least.. ( That is the ones I am writing ..LOL)
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Not at all... they ARE ALL very inspiring :) - no sarcasm here :)
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yours were awesome karen dont be so modest. mine were the bad ones (i always call a kettle black). but thanks Mr scientist.
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there is a pub a merry pub
atop a Parisian hill
and here they brew a beer so brown
ban v came down
one night to drink his fill
and there they hand a funny geo
mighty fond of jokes
lash embraced good banter chased
and drink intill he choked
and always a Colombian
proud as any queen
and when fit men would come around
she'd play with her hair and preen
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Not at all... they ARE ALL very inspiring :) - no sarcasm here :)
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there is a pub a merry pub
atop a Parisian hill
and here they brew a beer so brown
ban v came down
one night to drink his fill
and there they hand a funny geo
mighty fond of jokes
lash embraced good banter chased
and drink intill he choked
and always a Colombian
proud as any queen
and when fit men would come around
she'd play with her hair and preen
Very nice Geo..
Thanks for your kind word and your poetry is quite nice and fun to read!
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makes me smile so i hope to pass it on
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makes me smile so i hope to pass it on
I am very happy you do..
Thanks for sharing the smiles!
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by the way i wrote that about the pub i work in niw if ever your in Paris....
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by the way i wrote that about the pub i work in niw if ever your in Paris....
A place I have always dreamed of going... I have this really Romantic image of Paris, well France, Italy , and England....such a mush head I am....
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paris is a wonderful place... not really romantic but nice..... to visit i soppose that, like a long relationship, the looks start to go and you no longer see the person you found so attractive in the nightclub.... but more whats keeping you in the realationship. having said that i dont live in paris as i like to have good soil under my feet. im out in the sticks but.. oh and thats another thing about europe in genral the country side is never far away
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What are the pubs like there in Paris.... Are they more like lounges.. which are nice, or barbarian brothels that serve alcohol?
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what would you like paris the city with a 1000 suprises
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Paris is a wonderful place... not really romantic but nice..... to visit I suppose that, like a long relationship, the looks start to go and you no longer see the person you found so attractive in the nightclub.... but more whats keeping you in the relationship. having said that I don"t live in Paris as i like to have good soil under my feet. I'm out in the sticks but.. oh and thats another thing about Europe in general the country side is never far away
I guess that is true of everywhere really.. I live in the sticks of Northern California USA and I was born and raised here and never tire of it. I love it here but long to see many other places in the world around me.
I hope someday to be well enough to be able to make one good trip over that way and visit all my friends.
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what would you like paris the city with a 1000 suprises
LOL..I am not The bar fly.. lol although this last month I have been spending Thursday and Sunday nights listening to Karaoke at the Casino bar on the Rancheria in Blue Lake...I am not a drinker... but I like music and night life fun etc... I am awake at night ....so thats all good.
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oh there is a night life from ladys of negatable affection to jazz clubs there is everything here. just dont romantasice too much about paris as most people get dissapointed when they get here... but the attatude of the french could have somthing to do with that
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In the greatest of shadows,
I find my path.
With a lantern set in the heavens,
Which you set like complicated math.
Numbers, equations, sets and compilations,
you hold me down, in consideration.
In nearest of troubles you set me free,
Nothing in hell can take of me,
but if anything you and anything you say,
I will consider and even pay.
If games are thy words and words play on me,
then even i am stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea,
If heaven could cry just for you,
I'd be there, as much as is true.
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Oh my........*tears*
That is Beautiful and I cannot top it..
nor would I want to...What a beautiful
heart you have...
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It was specifically for you :)
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And you could top it... stop being so modest... many of your poems top it alone :)
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It was specifically for you :)
Thank you.....It's simply lovely!
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In Every word and every breath I take,
I soak you in, to stop my heart ache.
I warm myself with your love,
and guide my life, by a star above!
Your light does shine into my life,
without it, love, just wouldn't be right.
I kiss your lips, and feel your heart,
keeping in rhythm, we'll never part.
Your skin so warm, your arms so strong,
I want you more, the whole night long.
Such heat we make between us still,
With joys of love, our hearts we fill.
I love you so, in all that I am,
You are My Life, My Love, and My Best Friend!
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Lonely in the crowd.
Over six billion people on the planet,
and loneliness everywhere.
Who will listen,
who will care?
A freight train cries in distant sorrow,
and weeping, I join the fare.
Who will listen,
who will care?
Six billion souls, desperately crying,
six billion, with hearts laid bare.
Who will listen,
and who will care?
...............Infy, aka; Ethos
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Nice Infy. Nice to see you finished it. You did a beautiful Job!
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the cliché
life is like a rollercoaster
up and down it goes
where you get off it
nobody know's
scream if you wanna go faster
walk at snails pace
dont let work be your master
more speed less haste
its not finished but hay prefered to type it then write it
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I'm to young to rhyme
Its silly and a waste of time
But if is had the urge and means
Then I'd verse with elegance and beans
Spread on toast with letter garnish
I have a muse who'd sit a dry her varnish
I win a prize or two or may more
I post of forums and generally be a bore
I be serious about myself
And be dismissive of my wealth
For my talent would be plain to see
And other would try to fail to my glee
To live up to the standard of my words
For I am bobbing among posting …..
herds
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nice
the cliché
life is like a rollercoaster
up and down it goes
where you get off it
nobody know's
scream if you wanna go faster
walk at snails pace
dont let work be your master
more speed less haste
its not finished but hay prefered to type it then write it
am eager to see the finished piece!
Nice to see you back!
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nice Hadrian.. I have missed you.
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never really left babes.
just having serious time restraints.... and writers block ;)
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Well I understand that... I think your block has just been removed... That is nice to know.. I look forward to reading more..
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nice Hadrian.. I have missed you.
better shot next time OK!
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What do you mean?
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O K you MissED me! like you were trying to hit me... Yea
[::)]
LOL
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OH No I wouldn't hit you Hadrain but I might kiss you LOL..
Thanks for the explanation....
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[:I] run away ....... LOL [;D]
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LOL..LOL..
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arrr the ancient game of kiss chase always remember guys NEVER run too fast
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LOL In my case they are record speed holders!
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now now you just ran slower... didn't want to catch them up thats what it was. hay i wasn't allowed to play. oh hear the violins
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LOL...definitely slower thats for sure.. but I was never one for chasing games....LOL I wonder why you were never allowed to play!
Yes I hear them alright lol....
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they just wernt ready for me. scared they might be dazzled by my brilliance and over come with un-pious behavior....
or was it more to do with the fact i had a really bad west country accent with a lithsp
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but never mind the fool would jest
and i would carry on regard-less
carry my heart upon my sleeve
but for me they would never grieve
and is i that live abroad
they who live in same town
tiss i with smile broad
upon them i frown now
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they just wernt ready for me. scared they might be dazzled by my brilliance and over come with un-pious behavior....
or was it more to do with the fact i had a really bad west country accent with a lithsp
Thats too bad, it sounds like they don't know what they were missing!
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but never mind the fool would jest
and i would carry on regard-less
carry my heart upon my sleeve
but for me they would never grieve
and is i that live abroad
they who live in same town
tiss i with smile broad
upon them i frown now
Thats very nice!
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orange
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Green
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A tribute to Terence Alan Patrick Seán Milligan KBE (Spike Milligan)
I cannot hold you too close,
I’ve go a terrible cold.
I swam in freezing water,
Was I far too bold?
It froze me to bone I fear,
And numbed all my senses.
It left me open and susceptible,
By lowering my defences.
So now I sneeze and cough a lot,
And lie here in my bed.
I wish I’d listened to the Doc,
And the wisdom that he said.
“It really is not for you,
This mad and silly venture.
You’ll only come a cropper, man,
And get a cold, I’ll bet ya”.
Go get me some more cold relief,
A nice hot mug of milk.
Put in a wee dram of whisky,
It slips down just like silk.
And bring me more aspirin,
And cough syrup, if you please.
And more Kleenex tissue,
‘cause I think I’m going to….
Ahchoo!
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LOL...LOL...Thats great! Hee Hee Hee...
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A million chores did I today,
and left myself no time to play.
"Boo hoo," cried I, when the day did end; No time for family, fun or friends.
My head across the pillow lays,
with thoughts of chores, and another day.
No sleep will come with chores undone,
my mind can't rest this way..
So up I get, more chores, no rest.
My life is just this way.
Yes, worry I will, the night is still,
yet dreams I wish, my mind to fill.
Now love, bring me joy this day.
So dreams will come and we can play.
A wonderland, just there inside,
a place That we can run to hide.
You are there and chores are here,
We play without a thought or care.
So many years, my heart see's clear..
How lucky a woman, am I in here.
So I busy myself, with chores and thoughts,
and dream with you, our lives to plot.
Such lovely fun, our lives we see,
inside the dreams you dream with me.
Karen W.