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Is It Worth It

Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first 
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing 
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental 
so can you tell me....... 
Is It Worth It?

Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012

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Circus Clown

Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me? 
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So stay awhile and smile with me.

Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you cut with the silly frown? 
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So lift me off the ground.

Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me? 
You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You make me sit, and watch you dance.

Circus clown, circus clown.
Why don't you clown around with me.
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
You are my sunshine.
So stay awhile, and smile with me.

So stay awhile and smile with me..

Circus Clown Song Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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Epitaph to a Happy Mosquito

T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail,
to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale.

A gallon of bug dope was strapped on my hip,
which I figured would last me for most of the trip.

Down through the sphagnum I plowed like a moose,
a huffin' and puffin' and spittin' my snoose.

Then off in the distance, I heard a faint roar,
like B-29's coming home from the war.

The sky clouded over, so you barely could see,
"They're mosquitoes! "I cried, and they're coming for me.

They flew by me once and past me again,
a-flexing their stingers, before they moved in.

I grabbed for my bug dope and spread it on thick,
just hopin' and prayin', it would do the trick.

They came at me fiercely and punctured my hide,
But before they could drink much, they dropped off and died.

I thought to myself, "What type of bug dope is this?"
The mosquitoes all had smiles on, as they lay there in bliss.

After checking the label, I saw my mistake,
t'was the 100 proof whiskey, that Uncle Jake makes.

Copyright © Richard Manly | Year Posted 2006

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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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A Truly Happy Soul

I look at the vagabond
Half lying against the wall.
He’s smiling with what he’s doing
As if he has a goal.
Sorting out the rubbish
He brought with him for long.
He lives within his own world
Humming an obscure song.

I ponder on a hermit
Why seclusion is his home;
He chose to make his abode
Where no people ever roam.
Waking up before sunrise,
He hoped to live a day;
In the coming of the twilight
Not a debt he has to pay.

I envy the singing blind man;
So skillful at his trade.
He holds instinctive talent;
Finger trekking from fret to fret.
He’s meek in conversation
But he takes pride of his roots;
And even in his blindness
He’d been able to see the truth.

I find joy in my pondering
With the lesson that it brings;
That in my introspection
I’ve learned a lot of things.
To be humble is to be happy
If one looks at life as a whole.
Behind the silence of the simple
Is a truly happy soul.


Date & Time of Writing:
April 13, 2012
12:13am - 1:22pm

Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013

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I Just Wanna Make You Happy

??I Just Wanna Make You Happy??

Sometimes I wished 
problems between us
didn't exist...

Cause I hate arguing
with you, it's just wasted
time.

I rather love you then fight.

I'll try harder next time 
to think things through, 
so you won't be mad at
me.

I just wanna make you 
happy, give you the best 
of me.

Treat you like Queen,
never letting go.

You mean more to me 
than you'll ever know.

It's amazing when we 
get along, we just can't 
get enough of each other...

And that's how 
we should be.

Let's not let negativity 
get the best of us, cause 
in my arms is where you 
belong...

Every day, every night,
every second, minutes,
hours...

Until the day I die,
I will love you all 
my life.

Written by: Poet Shi

Copyright © Poet Shi | Year Posted 2014

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LOVE ANSWERS

Am I ok to be dull, 

Is it fine to be without 

YOU AND STILL SHINE.?

Will I be a joyful

memory in your mind.

I asked:

TRUE LOVE SAYS IT'S 

okay to be happy

apart from me.

Never replace my 

joyous gift with grief.  

In the spaces or gaps.

Your light should

fill- in, removing,sadness,

with a "well lived life". 

He expressed:

Be happy ,with me-

or apart from me;

Love wouldn't have it  

ANY-OTHER WAY.

He reiterated:

What's Understood;

needs no explanation

He said:

What kind of man would I be,

IF I REJOICED IN YOUR 

MISSING ME.

KNOWING,that

I may never return. 

He spoke again:

You have taught me that happiness 

and all of it's glory will never die.

And sadness lingers on for ever. 

Said I:

Away from you by

death or by distance.

Will still leave me responsible

for your smile.

From the brightness of your smile;

Everyone will be aware, that it be I  

who put it there- 

Even after years have passed

You with your new love,

Alas !

It  would be me that left you

"Glowing"

He reported: 

All the records will be

set straight and show,

That I was the man

"who brought out the best in you-

made joy in the depths of you".

He chanted:

I then realized my joy could never

subcomb to sadness again;

Neither to death- nor poverty -

not time- nor distance.

So I will rejoice when you come,

I'll live off the memories

your endless joy has brung.

So until you come again, 

I will smile and illuminate

the days so brightly.

So bright... that even the next man

will praise your ways

and ask me to share the secret of your magic 

I shall live in memories of happy days;

In the cheerful thoughts of men.

 Final # episode of love

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Happy Birthday

I say; Happy Birthday, to you today.
To someone special, in a loving way.
I dedicate this song to you.
And give my thanks, for all the time you shared.

I'll send a bouquet of flowers too.
Something special, while in love with you.
Petunias, Roses, maybe Daffodils.
Something special for the windowsills.

I say; Happy Birthday, to you today.
To someone special, in a loving way.
I dedicate this song to you.
And give my thanks, for all the time you shared.

I'll ice the cake, and bring the candles too.
Something special, from me to you..
I'll bring a carload of friends along.
Everybody will just join the fun.

We'll light the candles.
You can blow them out.
Everybody will just scream and shout.

And say; Happy Birthday, to you today.
To someone special, in a loving way......

Birthday Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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Ballad Of The Happy Valley Baptist Church

Accordin'  to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if fightin' a hive of bees,
Elicitin' "Hallelujahs" and bringin' sinners fallin' to their knees!

His boomin' voice disturbed the peace of those who chose to sleep.
Interminable two-hour sermons were tolerated by his faithful flock of sheep.
He preached hellfire and damnation and the dire results of sin.
He was a'gin any form of gamblin' or dancin' and drinkin' moonshine gin!

An all-day meetin' with dinner on the grounds was an annual tradition,
A time to repent for sins of commission and omission in order to avoid perdition!
Dinner was held under the spreadin' sycamores if the weather allowed.
A half-hour blessin' by Jerimiah was normal as hungry stomachs growled!

Tables groaned 'neath heaps of fried chicken, baked beans and pertaters,
Green bean casseroles and garden fresh stuff includin' beefsteak termaters.
Most disturbin' and unknown to the reverend, there was a little tad of booze,
Snuck into the gatherin' and surreptitiously shared by old Deacon Hughes!

Pastor Flood served the faithful congregation for nigh on forty years,
Baptisin', marryin' and buryin' through many happy times and tears.
Oh, I failed to mention Sister Lois, ancient organist and director of the choir.
Her tea was spiked and she became so inebriated she was invited to retire!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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Survey Of A Happy Life

Survey Of A Happy
life.

The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.

Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-

A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.

And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.

The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...

We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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A true Friend

A true friend is one who cares.
A true friend is one who dares.
A person who make good pairs.
A person who can never see your tears.
A person who makes your mind clear.
One who explains what's wrong and what's fair.
If you find the qualities in a friend.
Then do understand that the person is your true friend.

Copyright © Hira Zeeshan | Year Posted 2012

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The Barmaid And The Pedlar

There's an old English song called  All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow.  The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and 4th lines is repeated for th 5th and 6th. Well, it works for me but my singing has never been much hindered by tunes.



It was after that big game one long gone September,
the score line was one I’d like not to remember,
in a small Richmond pub not too far from the ground,
we all settled down with our sorrows to drown.
We were well on the way, as were most of the crowd,
when in came a young pedlar a shouting out loud.

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Cried the barmaid, “How many do I get to a yard?”
“Madam, three if they’re soft or two if they’re hard”
She felt for the soft ones cos she wanted a lot,
but the more that she squeezed em the harder they got.
She found not a sausage was e’en a bit soft
so she told the young pedlar to go get far offed 

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Said the pedlar, “Why madam no need to be rude.
And in fact what you told me was verging on crude
But you don’t look so bad for a foul mouthed old sow
so step on outside, if you like, with me now.
If you play your cards right I might squeeze your left breast.
If I find I like that I might squeeze all the rest.”

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”

Said the barmaid to pedlar, “You are a right jerk,
I’m a barmaid and never do mission’ry work.
But if you're near to the shops and you buy me some eggs,
I might squeeze that there pimple you’ve got ‘tween your legs.”
Then she said something that made the whole crowd guffaw,
“And will you stop off at home and please check the back door?”

“Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to eat out.”



For Cyndi MacMillan's pub song contest

Copyright © Red OMara | Year Posted 2013

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LOVE

love is the first point of HAPPY.
love is the first step to HEAVEN.
love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN.
love is the first day of the PEACE.
love is the first relation of OURSELVES.
love is the first person of our LIFE.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.....
ITS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING.
spread the LOVE. at last,
love will be the last point of your FAMILY.
that is LOVE.
LOVE the LOVE.
LIFE WILL BE GREAT.
LOVELY.....

Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014

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Night

During the night 
She got in the fight 
With a person named right
That might keep the light 
From returning at dawn
They both took a yawn 
Then out popped out a song

Copyright © Cheyenne Shelby | Year Posted 2013

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May Forever be Our Happy Ending

We had something
and whatever it was
is sustaining me
through this lonely moment
of mourning.

You touched me
And you spoke
You loved me
And you wrote
You sang to me a sweet song
and that memory is helping me
keep on.

I don't want you to die
I don't want you to cry
You are my answer to that question "Why?"
What kind of romantic story
Could we to our children tell
if we wound up in paradise together
        if we actually both survived this hell.

I realize I loved you tonight.
Everything that went wrong
went wrong
But today I understand
You were something I did right.

Because if we had never touched
If you had never loved me that much
I wouldn't be able to survive tonight
A night so tough.

That memory of that moment
is keeping my sheets warm.
It is keeping me from tossing and turning
I can whether this storm.

This is why Jehovah created me
I am your Eve
Please don't leave...
I need for our story to survive.
I need us to remain the once upon a time.
Please let my loving prayer
help you survive...
Please stay alive...

Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015

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so happy

So happy to hold you near
So happy to hold you dear
to give up this happiness would
be wrong and love is all i wish to
bring,so happy to understand when
love is in demand but if love is a game
please let me feel shame for the love
that i have for you thats soully insane
with life and so much happiness i give
this heart to you for your happiness
is well due.

Copyright © fred bell | Year Posted 2013

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LOVE FOR MY FATHER

I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....

Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012

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Happy Valentines Day

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Valentines day to all of you
Enjoy all those chocolates,
and share a moment with your loved ones,
Be happy, share that laughter
Share those chocolates, when time comes around
Say I love you to friends,
and family
But most importantly that mate that adores you
Happy Valentines Day once more
Enjoy it this year we have plenty more. <3

Copyright © Mariam Traore | Year Posted 2014

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OVER A CUP OF COFFEE

A cup of coffee we met
Miles of ride we went
Ideas, opinions we vent
Few minutes we spent

On the coolness of the light
I heard laughter so dear
High up staring to the skies
Picture of you not a liar

You play jolly to quiet songs
Asking me sometime what wrong
Fallen short yet been long
I didn't know, we can get along

by: olive_eloi
5:07pm
01/15/2014

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

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DANCE DANCE

I have been running to the meadows..
I tried to chase the rear shadows...
Wanting to valiantly join the show..
Magnifying beauty in a dance flow..

Melancholic is the chosen first beat..
I sway my body following my feet..
I stand; crawl and sometimes sit..
Unaware of the beginning felt heat..

When finish, all seem to marvel..
Awed and entertained applause fell..
Suddenly, there's the ringing of a bell..
Symbolizing start of another music roaring well..

Dancing dancing...
hands holding..
hips swinging..
arms bending..

dance...
dance..
dance..

by: olive_eloi
5:01pm
11/12/2013
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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POWERFUL HUG

POWER HUG

Oh! I am feeling down.. sad
I'm missing my mom and dad
Though, I am a grown-up lad (lass)
Can you offer me your hug?

My dear friend, my heart's been broken
Built - dreams; whispered - wishes, stolen
To wrong persons, I have fallen
Can you offer me your hug?

The weather is getting too cold
Though, I'm fully clothed never gone bold
Still, shivers rocking roll and roll
Can you offer me your  hug?

My whole day has been that good 
Happy and loved is everyone's mood
Hence, I searched and eat my favorite food
Can you offer me a hug?

Any emotions and situation you are in
Even if you are rich or without means
It is alright.. Do hug, hug is not a sin
Give it free. Heartfelt, full from within.


by:
olive_eloi
10:40 am 
02/12/2014 (revised: 04/03/2014)

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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HAPPY HOUR

It's Recess, or whatever 
He calls his downtime.  God's 
at play in the sky, bowling popcorn 
balls of cumulus against the walls 
of a candy sky.  He does not wear 
a long white beard, or flowing 
robes. He's shaved, and
got his rompers on.

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2013

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Sleep Baby Sleep

Sleep Baby Sleep

Sleep baby sleep
In my arms one more time
No more shall you weep,
Moan nor whine.
Now you shall know 
The foolishness once again
of being known and understood
by a being other than yourself.
In this one moment
Of finding yourself in other,
Your walls built to hold
Your well-preserved tiny-self
Come crumbling down.
There are no rules here.
Go with the flow,
Permit to be held, be bounced,
Warmed in the perspiration of other.
Close your sunny eyes,
Hold your feverish breath.
Feel the coupling.

Copyrights ©2015 All Rights Reserved. Nsamu Moonga

Copyright © Nsamu Moonga | Year Posted 2015

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The Tiny Box Under The Tree

I could see the snow falling outside the window
As we cuddled on Christmas right near the tree
Drinking egg nog and watching our favorite shows on tv
Anxiously I couldn't help but wonder
What my sweetheart had wrapped up for me
He must have read my thoughts
Because suddenly he gave me a surprise gift
And immediately got on his knees

To see what my expression would be
Nervously I stood in shock
But couldn't wait to unwrap the gift
That was a very tiny box
To my amazement it immediately caught my eye
Sparkling and shining from the opened box
Stood a very large diamond ring
Just as beautiful as it could be

At that very same moment he then stood up
And said,  " Will you marry me?"
Without a doubt thrilled and excited
I immediately answered back with a yes
We then smiled and intimately embraced one another
Finally ending the night on Christmas was even more special
And one of my best Christmas holidays ever
Because I became newly engaged which was a gift like no other

By:  Donielle Smith

Copyright © Donielle Smith | Year Posted 2013

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My Chickie Doodle Girl

MY Chickie Doodle Girl
*   *   *     *     *     *     *          *          *         *         *
She`s four going on 40,
this child/woman girl,
A true gem from the deep blue ocean,
I`m the oyster and she`s my pearl.
Her bewilderment and fascination,
her audacity and grit
blows me to smithereens
every time I think of it.
Her bedroom a museum of things you do not touch,
of nick-knacks and trinkets from ages birth and on up.
Her stubbornness and humanity,
her temper and her trust,
changes from minute to minute,
“Dear God, give me strength to keep up”.
She`s expressive and animated,
with an abundance of humor and wit,
Her insight is abounding, there`s just no end to it.
Her devotion runs deep, it`s an unconditional thing,
She`s absolutely remarkable this small human being.
Shes got moxie, and attitude, and character, Oh Man!,
and SHE is my daughter, and
I Love Her With All That I Am.

Copyright © Ellen Androshuk | Year Posted 2015

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Are YOU Happy


Happiness is a state of mind

Everyday you wake up you will find,

Being happy comes from with in

Trying to pretend to be happy is a fools trend,

The trend of lying to yourself that you are happy

But, reality always shows when you get snappy,

Which means being mad at the world for being so miserable

Only you can change that by not being so hateful.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Dancing In The Olive Field

With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leafs
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2015

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Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey

Copyright © Jessie Howell | Year Posted 2010

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My Unique Best Friend



To me my best friend is my wonderful husband

I have a small group of friends whom understand,

That my world is always being with my best friend

We are so close that we definitely defend,

Anyone whom judges and demeans both of us

I guess you could say we have each others backs when there is a fuss,

It doesn't matter that we have haters out there

Because in our world we don't really care.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015