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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..


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FINALLY HOME

We'll climb over paper mountains
Cross over distant seas
We'll give away our fortune
We will get down on our knees
We'll be analyzed and scrutinized 
Receive training from the best
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

Today we got our travel approval
We're packing up our bags
Been through highlands and valleys
We've overcome a hundred snags
Done things we didn't think we could do 
We feel so very blessed
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

*Story of a family's long journey to adopt a orphan with special needs

Sponsor: Roger Horsch
Contest Name: Many Miles Away

4-1-14
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The country gathering

The country gathering

Sometimes the folk all got together
In the little country house
Now there was Tom the tiny tiger
Well, he could be a louse
But could he play that old guitar
Man! he made it speak
And when the folk did hear him play
He made their legs go weak.

There was Winifred the otter
How she did those drums
Her rhythm it could suck one in
If you were feeling glum
You’re legs would start to dancing
As you’d rise up to the sky
And all those troubles that you had
They’d fade away and die.

Now Mugly Minie, could she sing!!
She was the porcupine
She’d stand there with a glass of wine
And she’d just blow your mind
As Billie basset, the friendly bear
Would play that bass so cool
Now he was quiet, and very shy
But lord, he had it all.

People came from miles around
To hear those  fellows play
They’d dance and sing Chicago blues
Their hearts alive and gay
They’re going to be a big time band
One day, they all know this
But all they really want to do
Is play, that’s how it is.

24 July 2013 @ 1150hrs.


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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?


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My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.


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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.


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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.


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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


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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.


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Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


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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


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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.....


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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


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The birds are coming

The birds are coming
 
The birds are coming
The dusk be closing in
The evening silence, coming soon
Makes way for screeching din
Of crazy birds of pink and grey
All falling from the sky
Alighting near the feeding tray
As daylight starts to die

So beautiful, the sun shines bright
Pink feathers come aflame
As dancing, screeching, crazy  birds
Enjoying life’s sweet game
They argue as each pulling rank
Will try to get first feed
Those pink and grey galahs they be
A somewhat noisy breed.

Too soon, they’re gone
So very suddenly
They hurl themselves into the sky`
As off and flying free
They fly up to their safe abodes
Among the tall green trees
To slumber neath the starry skies
So wonderful they be.


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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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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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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


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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.....


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Lady from the hills

Lady from the hills

In a little cabin in the hills
There lived a maid of beauty
I’d place her on a pedestal
And no one would dispute me
One glance at her, and one would fall
Beneath this ladies charm
Her heart was filled with harmony
Her mode was soft and calm

Her kindness it was known by all
And folk would come and see her
For every time they caught her glow
Something within would stir
And as they trod their way back home
There feet would feel like feathers
She could even melt the heart
Of those with souls like leather.

Her hair was dark, her eyes deep blue
And every time she spoke
Her voice rang out like tinkling bells
As through the air it broke
All the birds and butterflies 
Would gather on her flowers
And wolves, and bears and wild creatures
Would melt beneath her power.

One day a man with no compassion
Who had no soul at all
Did come into her lovely garden
And he was oh, so cruel
Even she could not melt him
This man of ugliness
His heart was cold his hands were rough
He was evil, nothing less.

He tried to have his way with her
But what he did not know
Was that all the wild creatures
They loved this lady so
They came at him with such aggression
And threw him to the ground
And to this day nobody knows
Where his body can be found.

2 December 2013 @ 1136hrs.


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Gentle music

Gentle music

Always I’ve loved music
How I love to write those songs
I love to bash on the old guitar
And sing my words so strong
But gentle always does it
Sheer noise, I cannot stand
I love a real sweet melody
With a lovely soft, sweet band.

It seems the melody has gone
From music, now these days
Everyone just screams and shouts
Their minds all in a haze
From every kind of booze and drugs
All sweetness played right out
The young guys call it music
But me, I have my doubts.

I write my songs with sweetness
The words as plain as day
I need to get my words across
Not put folk in a daze
I want to see folk happy
Not doped out of their heads
I’m not out to feed the mind
I choose the heart instead.

25 August 2013 @ 1156hrs.


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Two kangaroos passed by

Two Kangaroos passed by

It was on a Friday morning
There’s me, and my dog Bear
We’re walking down a silent street
There’s no one anywhere
It be a balmy,  Summers morn
Around about three o clock
With nothing special on my mind
Not really taking stock.

Then suddenly old Bear looks up
With a strange look on his face
And there across the road I see
Two guys with so much grace
They were two grown up Kangaroos
And golly what a sight
At three am they passed me by
And gave me such delight.

The area that I live in
Is built up now, today
So Kangaroos so very rarely
Do pass me by that way
Poor little guys had lost their way
I bet they were confused
For all their homes have been destroyed
They have been so misused.

2 August 2013 @ 1555hrs.






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Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.


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Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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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


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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


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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.

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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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my god its very bright

I am on a new day for this is the one that is here,i should be pleased as i have just opened my eyes my god its very bright what is the story ? has today got something good maybe a surprize not one of sorrow ,but one that keeps me alive,away from my sleep gets me out and abou't buzzing and laughing making others feel the same way ,let it PLEASE catch on and spread like a flu ,so the rest of whom they come into contact with can catch it to, a virus of happy thoughts that causes one to sing to hug all that is around you & not shy to tell them how they brightened your day, a bear hug given as you move on your merry way , reminding them to spread the germ for this needs to be shared, let the wind love distance of all other shores and when all have caught the happyness than we must also hug the trees for they hold the earth with roots so dear after all she is a pearl so beautiful alive with that of caring heart for everytime a loved one goes she cry the heavens with rain to feed the roots to grow the fruits ,we eat to see us through ,but happy virus may come to pass for one is not in that dream, i have just opened my eyes my god its very bright .


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FROM THE HEART I'LL SING

I have a God given talent
I rejoice but not ever lament
They said it is a wonderful thing
I must do share and sing

Some may or may not listen
Even though as long as I win
Not of fame but of joyous hearts
For so long been gloom and apart

The high and low notes, I'll reach
Tactful enough to be on right pitch
I may swing in a fidget ditch
It's fine as long as I'll not miss

I will tunely swing both my arms
Harmoniously to the music at hand
I may open and close my eyes 
To feel each lyrics in vies

It's not only my voice that sings
Also does my heart it rings
Uncaring the people's glances
Displaying this in chosen chances

By: olive_eloi
10:27am
01/23/2014

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VIVES IN NEW YEAR

Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear

Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition

Laugh louder..
Dream bigger..
Strive harder..
Humble forever..

Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...

by: olive_eloi
5:17pm
12/31/2013
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Happiness

Today i found Happiness such a wonderful Joy,
the man of my life treats me like a man and not a boy,
he is heaven in my eyes a wonderful sight,
love,love,love such a delight,
and when i am scared or feeling down,
he comes and saves me,
he takes away my frown,
i can be who i am, 
its finally nice,
to met the man of my dreams 
i don't have to think twice,
then that day came when i walked down that aisle,
tears in my eyes the brightest smile,
i met my best friend what can i say, 
being married has made me the happiest everyday.


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What keeps me writing

What makes me keep writing
That’s a question I might ask
I don’t think it’s because I’m vain
In glory I don’t bask
Far too many others out there
Could well pass me on this
And so on being asked this question
I’ll tell you how it is.

Firstly cause I can
That’s why I write like this
One has to have ability
That’s just the way it is
Secondly I love it
It gives me such delight
It keeps me always pondering
And hones my mind up bright.

But most of all I love to write
Cause me, I am a star
Just like you are, just the same
We are, we really are
And each of us has just one story
And I’m in love with mine
I love the storms, the gales, the snow
And I really love the sunshine

And so I write the whole lot down
All my thoughts, wishes and dreams
I’ll Make my patterns out of words
And hope from them truth beams
And If you’re going to read my stuff
Then I hope you’ll love my story
I want to give the whole world me
Though me, I seek no glory,

7 July 2013 @ 0630hrs.


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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


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A REACHABLE HAPPINESS

Happiness, you are an endless pursuit
Everyone wants and likes you full
Exactly no one where you are
Your "cost" even no one knows

Abounding penny and richness
Signature brands of clothing
Dazzling priced jewels and gems
High technological tools and gadgets

Are they the ones that gives true happiness?

Each persons struggles to work
Competition a cyclic phenomena
Continuum courses to improve
All these, an avoidance of being poor

At the end, attaining all these..
Permit me to ask you..
Are they also the ones that gives happiness?
Maybe it does gives happiness

But how long?
How genuine?

Reality speaking, some have these
But they are not really happy
Some feels the lost and emptiness 
Above all, some feels longingness

Happiness is frantically been within reach
It has always been within reach
Found basically in your ownself and others
Ponder and tell, if do you believe so?

By: 
olive_eloi
11:39am
02/06/2014

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"our happiness lies in the happiness of other people... Show, give, share happiness and this will be back to you..."

Spread happiness, morning...

Hope you can check my personal blog as well: http://myblossomingthoughts.blogspot.com/... Thank you so much for reading my composition… God bless us always….. >> Olive Eloisa ? 


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Looking for

Looking for a happy romance,
And a pair of sincere eyes
Looking for a slowly dance
And a very random chance

Looking for a real lady
Who can handle life with care
Looking for a light of candles
And amazing sparkling glance

Looking for a miracle
Looking for a smile
Looking for a happy days
And of course sweet night

Looking for a miracle,
Looking for a girl,
Looking for a deepest eyes
And a flight of soul

Looking for my little queen
Who can keep emotions keen 
Looking with impatience
Where you are my happy chance?



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Lets stop it

Thats all, lets say enough,
To killing bitter phrases
No more it seems be wise
To look at shy less eyes

I have to leave for while
You shouldn’t ask me why,
It would be good for you,
You know I am loving you

I beg with broken heart,
Remember I am alive,
I don’t know if I can
Without you be same

Forgive me for my smiles
I am tired of all lies
Forgive me being loved
Admire his happy life 

Don’t tell about me
When he will touch your skin 
I know I don’t deserve
To win game called love

I wish you happy chance
I need to give my breath
To make my soul be free 
No sorrows, si la vie


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The dustbowl troubadour

My tribute to Woody Guthrie.

The dust bowl troubadour.

Once when I was just a stud
I loved the folky crowd
I would listen well to Bob Dylan
[I immersed him in a shroud]
Then Donovan, and Joanie Baez
I loved them and their ways
Through Them I found my legend ‘Woody’
Oh, these were happy days.

Old Woody he inspired them all
All the folkies of that time
And me, I just adored the man
His rhythm and his rhyme
I love the things he sang about
That Dust bowl troubadour
Two thousand songs they say he wrote
Me-thinks it might be more.

As Woody rode those railways lines
He would fruit pick and he’d sing
He always carried his old guitar
As to poor folk he would bring
Sweet laughter and much happiness
For those his heart did touch
And all those dust bowl refugees
They loved this man so much

11 August 2013 @ 1332hrs.





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HUG DOES THRILL

Straight black shiny hair
Oh it's what make you fair
Gently, I'll hold don't flare

Entwining my arms around your waist
Oh time! I don't want to waste
Please don't ever ever detest
All I want is to feel and be rest

Your warmth relax breath 
Along the hallow of my throat
Undeniably making my heart throb
Adding trembles that abodes

Don't release a squirm, just feel
Long before a dream but now real
Sigh and lean, do not chill
Isn't it this hug a wonderful thrill?

By: olive_eloi
12:09pm
01/23/2014

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Hug - a gesture that comforts, soothes, encourages and cares....


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It Started With...

A kiss
So soft, so familiar.
Even after years,
I can't find any better.
One moment
Back, wrapped in your arms
And still, you're perfect.
My good luck charm.
I say,
"It's weird that you still hold me perfect."
Your reply,
"No one else ever fit."
But you left.
And I can, now, honestly say, "No regrets".
You've made your decisions and lived your life,
Just as I have done with mine.
So why is it now that you come back to me?
Right after I've found some kind of happy,
But still not the same happy you give,
But happy enough to live and let live,
To smile on a daily basis,
That's when you come and do this!
You pick everything up and turn it upside down,
Or maybe you flipped it downside to the sky,
And put the right side up.
Either way you put it, I'm stuck between him and you,
And you ask what I want, 
But honestly, I don't want to give either of you up.


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The Tradgedy She Wrote

Everyone has these beautiful stories 
Whether it be of their family in reality
Or with that prince in their fantasies
But no one has that tragedy
That one sad story where there was a death and a suicide
Or the prince ran off to be with someone else and the princess left alone

There can never be a happy ending
Without that perfect twist in fate
Don’t worry I’ll stop the dreading
I’ll write a story where you were too late

Let’s start at the beginning when everything was still alright
Together every night and the only thing being watched was the T.V.
The only thing being consumed was unhealthy food 
And the only thing being played was hide n seek
How could this possibly turn into something as evil as murder
Well honey we’ve only just begun

There can never be a happy ending
Without that perfect twist in fate
Don’t worry I’ll stop the dreading
I’ll write a story where you were too late

Time passes and the friends you once had are all gone
You don’t remember what happened and you’ve lost the ability to even care
They drag your drunken body to a dark alley
You’re beaten and they leave you for dead revenge for what you once did to them
The last words you heard are bone chilling 
“There’s no sympathy for the dead, not where you’re going.” And you’re deceased 

There can never be a happy ending
Without out that perfect twist of fate
 Don’t worry I’ll stop the dreading
I’ll write a story where you were too late


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edited version of second chances

can we be real?
thats my question.

you hurt my heart you cause it to be broke'n
 i never matched up to your needs 
we need to be real  we need to make believe
that none of this realy happen 

it was just a scene 
a scene you only see in movies
so lets hit rewide
to be happy ever after


we can make a brand new start
we can fix our broking heart
lets  get the glue out 
 put together  each and every part

lets get set and  go
 on our broke'n road 
thats goes on and on and on for ever


have you ever gather our notes?
have you ever ask ur self these questions?
was this real? how did this even happen?

but still you dont want this to happen
we can make this real! 
let's  make this a happy ever after

what put us to this end?
why couldn't we hang on by a tried?
things like this keeps me thinking

 could  we been real ?
or  was this something u wish for in a fairy tail?
 hope one day we can be
happy ever after!


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multitude of lives

Sweet Vie, I want you happy well, and happy in your life, old friends unknown, this side of the veil, rekindle love, honey babe, unconsciously we well may, oft time, memory write, for the all, is on the other side, too much for us to ponder, our feeble brain, can't handle explain, a multitude of lives. shut up johnson :) poetry takes over sometimes.... love n light babe....Don Johnson


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THE GOLDEN SOUL

I step ashore 
I now know............ 
What is is all for 
To come this far so 

These people mingle, 
my thoughts tingle 
These spirit lights, 
change these dark nights 

This ethereal glow 
Emanates from the isle 
Known only to us so 
The ones chosen to be......................... 
The happy 

Dark glassy sea, 
protects me 
Those who live, 
those who forgive..................... 
Come to be 

Golden lives, 
step ashore 
They now know, 
what it is all for 
What the spirit contrives, 
golden lives 
Carried by golden dhow 

This golden dawn, 
new lives reborn 
The golden throng 
This is where they belong 

For the life now passed, 
the golden soul continues to last 
The spirit lights, 
that mingle 
Light up the dark nights, 
their thoughts tingle 

This happy place to be 
So far,far away, 
on the dark glassy sea 
Is much more than I can say, 
for the golden spirits mingle.................. 
and play 

Spirit world, 
my golden light unfurled 
Spirit light 
on an island 
So bright 


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Indy Jones

He’s just a dog, but I love him so,
Truer than any man I know.
Faithful in his love for me,
Silly, happy and worry-free.
Toilet water brings him joy,
Bliss sounds like a squeaky toy.
Bear-size paws and a nose so cold,
And he tries so hard to not be bold!
His true addiction is to play,
He’ll fetch your heart within a day.
Indy Jones is my favorite friend,
He will stand beside me till the end.
He knows just how to heal my pain,
With just one look my tears refrain.
A gentle giant, a happy soul,
With puppy eyes, my heart he stole.



By Jamie R Eddy