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Cyndi_Moone
Published
11th Mar 2018 8:43am
11th Mar 2018 8:43am
HIGHWAY OF NO RETURN
Your burden is heavy and does not get lighter.
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me
It does...
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me
It does...
#death
#illness
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slipalong
Published
17th Apr 2018 2:38pm
17th Apr 2018 2:38pm
Big John Wayne
John Wayne famous movie star
Marion to his friends when at the bar
gunslingers from near and far
never mentioned his women's underwear
Marion to his friends when at the bar
gunslingers from near and far
never mentioned his women's underwear
#funny
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Joseph-Zenieh
Published
13th Apr 2018 11:02am
13th Apr 2018 11:02am
Part 2_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
Part 2_ THEY CLEARED THEIR CONSCIENCE !
I had a girl, but did not want
To give her what they'd given me.
I kept her far from all my dirt.
At boarding schools, l set her free.
I missed her much but was afraid
My dirty hands would bring her shame
As shameful acts by touch could spread
And burn her heart with my own flame.
I saw myself through her so pure
And bequeathed her my house and wealth,
Which high class men would soon allure,
And we'd live pure life ere my death.
The sun of joy began to fill
My rainy sky, which had...
I had a girl, but did not want
To give her what they'd given me.
I kept her far from all my dirt.
At boarding schools, l set her free.
I missed her much but was afraid
My dirty hands would bring her shame
As shameful acts by touch could spread
And burn her heart with my own flame.
I saw myself through her so pure
And bequeathed her my house and wealth,
Which high class men would soon allure,
And we'd live pure life ere my death.
The sun of joy began to fill
My rainy sky, which had...
#oppression
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RJErbacher
Published
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
Walking The Dog On An Average Evening
I often stop when out at night
To gaze at stars, their wondrous light
And think of God and his design;
Which path to take, which way is right.
My little dog must think it queer
To wonder why I have paused here
Between the tree and garbage can
Without a fire hydrant near.
He gives his leash a poignant tug
My anxious little fair-haired pug.
Nature’s call has been answered quick;
He longs return to his warm rug.
I clean his mess up off the lawn.
The night grows old, I start to yawn.
Back here with...
To gaze at stars, their wondrous light
And think of God and his design;
Which path to take, which way is right.
My little dog must think it queer
To wonder why I have paused here
Between the tree and garbage can
Without a fire hydrant near.
He gives his leash a poignant tug
My anxious little fair-haired pug.
Nature’s call has been answered quick;
He longs return to his warm rug.
I clean his mess up off the lawn.
The night grows old, I start to yawn.
Back here with...
#dogs
#nature
#SelfReflection
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Angeliki
Published
18th Apr 2018 12:39pm
18th Apr 2018 12:39pm
Songs from solo act band called "Gypsy Moth"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIgdZ_MsWng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKzurrtcY-E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKzurrtcY-E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drDzjjtLLCs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKzurrtcY-E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKzurrtcY-E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drDzjjtLLCs
#LifeGoals
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lotuslover
Gypsy_Rose
Gypsy_Rose
Published
18th Apr 2018 2:55pm
18th Apr 2018 2:55pm
Roland
#shadows
#evolution
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candycrier
Published
19th Apr 2018 2:56pm
19th Apr 2018 2:56pm
Don't You Hate It When a Woman Dabs on Too Much Perfume?
Nai kosui, nai kosui"(no perfume, no perfume). How I said those words over and over, trying for the right accent, the right intonation. I recited them aloud, in all varieties of volume as I walked to Miyako's house on my second visit.
She greeted me as usual with "Konnichiwa!" Konnichiwa!" and we bowed.I followed her into the house, Her perfume once again lassoing me, threatening to choke me at any moment.
"Nai kosui!" I barked as we neared the spa.
"Ah!" she said, turning to face me. Her hands flew upward, then down again in mock sorrow, then she embraced me and petted me...
She greeted me as usual with "Konnichiwa!" Konnichiwa!" and we bowed.I followed her into the house, Her perfume once again lassoing me, threatening to choke me at any moment.
"Nai kosui!" I barked as we neared the spa.
"Ah!" she said, turning to face me. Her hands flew upward, then down again in mock sorrow, then she embraced me and petted me...
#relationships
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Cyndi_Moone
Published
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
THE TRUCULENT GIRL
Sitting by my window looking at the park
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember that...
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember that...
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Cyndi_Moone
Published
8th Sep 2017 5:40pm
8th Sep 2017 5:40pm
VOTO DE BODA
Estoy en carro prestado
Porque el tren ya me habia dejado
Muchos fueron los años
Que solo encontraba engaños
Hasta que un galán secuestro mi corazón
Y para casarme, me ha dado buena razón.
Pasaré los dias junto a él
Y por siempre le sere muy fiel.
En los tiempos Buenos y los tiempos malos
Depende si le hago la comida o se mete en chaos.
Doesn't "ring" well in English and, therefore, the humor is lost....but this is the translation:
I am in a borrowed car
Because the train had already passed me by
Many were the...
Porque el tren ya me habia dejado
Muchos fueron los años
Que solo encontraba engaños
Hasta que un galán secuestro mi corazón
Y para casarme, me ha dado buena razón.
Pasaré los dias junto a él
Y por siempre le sere muy fiel.
En los tiempos Buenos y los tiempos malos
Depende si le hago la comida o se mete en chaos.
Doesn't "ring" well in English and, therefore, the humor is lost....but this is the translation:
I am in a borrowed car
Because the train had already passed me by
Many were the...
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drone
Published
6th Apr 2018 2:42pm
6th Apr 2018 2:42pm
By Definition
Are we of those
who have become
what we hate
Whining Sniverling
little Slaves
wannabe hero's
full of intent
within the haze
of our brain
where we pretend
that our
Robust
whining sniverling
words of complaint
emboldens our thoughts
in our
Shallow Belief
We can relate
to those
who left the herd
climbed out
from the box
exiled
thrown in jail
to rot
suicided
threatened
with pain
of their family's death
decades on research
Trying
to...
who have become
what we hate
Whining Sniverling
little Slaves
wannabe hero's
full of intent
within the haze
of our brain
where we pretend
that our
Robust
whining sniverling
words of complaint
emboldens our thoughts
in our
Shallow Belief
We can relate
to those
who left the herd
climbed out
from the box
exiled
thrown in jail
to rot
suicided
threatened
with pain
of their family's death
decades on research
Trying
to...
#LifeStruggles
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Seed
Published
8th Apr 2018 10:01pm
8th Apr 2018 10:01pm
Letters for Country Readers
Upon reading &c. I discovered that
Valedictions appear without explanation,
Though they are relatively rare,
It's difficult to draw real conclusions.
There is variability within the framework.
The reader may not understand
Exactly what has been abridged.
They, being mere country folk
Never having read Jane Austen,
Common men, salt of the earth,
Honest and unconcerned
With such things as pride or prejudice.
Why tell them, “et cetera and so on”?
There can be no propriety
In saying, “I am yours and others”,
Or,...
Valedictions appear without explanation,
Though they are relatively rare,
It's difficult to draw real conclusions.
There is variability within the framework.
The reader may not understand
Exactly what has been abridged.
They, being mere country folk
Never having read Jane Austen,
Common men, salt of the earth,
Honest and unconcerned
With such things as pride or prejudice.
Why tell them, “et cetera and so on”?
There can be no propriety
In saying, “I am yours and others”,
Or,...
#LifeAsAWriter
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xmar82
Published
16th Apr 2018 5:41am
16th Apr 2018 5:41am
Conjecture
The dead feel no pain
Their days of struggle are done
Stick with that story
(C) 2018 Xmar82 All Rights Reserved
Their days of struggle are done
Stick with that story
(C) 2018 Xmar82 All Rights Reserved
#death
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