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Wi-Fi Snafu

They met on line, late one night...
Just looking around on a dating site... 
Neither of them knew what to expect...
And within a month they started to text...
The Wi-Fi signal was not one of the best...
So their communication was put to the test.
He asked if she liked to cook...
She thought he said she was a schnook...
Really she asked, how rude is that ?
He thought she said she was an aristocrat...
She thought he was rude...
He thought she was a prude...
But each had a deep curiousity...
So they decided to exchange photos for both to see...
They both liked what they saw.. 
As each looked like a movie star...
But they each questioned...could this be true ?
Or is this possibly a snafu ?
They decided to meet and make it soon...
Perhaps on Friday in the afternoon ...
At a Coffee shop on Baker’s Street...
See you there and be sure to order something sweet...
She got there early, and was sitting at the corner table...
When a short pudgy man, wearing “bling” and an exposed pierced navel... 
Approached and asked, “waiting for someone ?”...
No said she, NOT me and ran to her car...
Driving away as fast as she was able...
It was then a man arrived, and sat down at the corner table...
He looked a lot like Clark Gable...


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Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars

Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars
 
Sometimes we are so busy in our life with some unimportant things that we forget to give enough attention to our core and to the most important person for us.
The moon will never disappear while we counting the number of stars, and it will still remain more important than the star for our existence.
So moon represent those we dearly love and beloved, because we can always count on them when we need any support.
Deep in their heart, they will always be there for us in our daily life or whenever we have problem.
Therefore it is very important for them to be always involve in our life as a bridge between the stars and moon.
Received attention from others or give it back to them is a privileged in a relationship and it can give good feeling, so do not let the most important people in our life to suffer.
It may give a wrong impression which can cause jealousy or attention came out from deficiency and that brings us into trouble.
Because there may be disagreements come from the wrong flow and causing an unpleasant situation with mixed feeling.
That would turn our entire standard of living to be unbalanced which can give a different meaning for our life and we do not feel at ease.
If we really can think good about it and read into other’s people mind then we should have absolutely taken into account with it.
Because we ourselves were probably also not accepted it so we have to try avoid bad things from being happened.
But things done is done,  just let go but take it as a good lesson for next time.
As the proverb say “Don’t lose the moon while counting the stars”.
 
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/


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The Man Of The Poet

Quote the man of the poet and when the rain is gone can you say you enjoy the journey,
Or do you have live a lifetime to take in the stories,

They said it take century after the poets past for them to get recongonze a good poet
I wrote for the love of words and passions that took shape of a poet,

Never was it plan or never was it intend just happy like ice that become hail after the storm as
In hail what beauty of what we learn in age and time 

made you hear of the character of the man of the poet I look as this a journey
maybe more days to found new ways to improve this written skills

I would like to ask do you apose to my quest? Reject what I have say if not where is
Your character because every poet life shapes there poetry but who read they bio,

As most men lack character and affection give credit when credit is do
I guarantee they will try to slander my name because what I ready of other poets

There are all ways a rebut in the end I’m in love with love with the idea
Of beginning in love it’s something about words with woman may young men

Take my advice well I ask why look to stars and found my heritage in mind
And something call the Left Eye God a Myth that I have heard all I have to say is

May all myths where mint to be legend or legend to become a myth
But before we can tell only time can tell have any one heard of the word selah?

They said a myth among legend that two poets had the view poet of what is or was a poet 
One poet spoke of the transparent eyeball well the other said it’s a life of a poet that makes

One and you have to be told how to write poems that no one is natural poet  perhaps you
Heard of this poets… if not how could you become a better poet without understand

One of the point of views to take note to know the man of the poet the story 
they live goes beyond what is written quote me well……

I was never great speller but a excellent person to define a word of its meaning or orgin
What poet philosophy do you think I took in?


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A Dreamless Tree Dweller

Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.

Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.

The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me


And please darling, Let us never wake.


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Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home


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Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home


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Realized

A lady sleeps tonight 
on silken sheets, her 
cheek soft against
the pillow. And stars 
for guides she walks 
her dreams, in the
search for her lovers 
hand. The hand gentle
of loves caress, the
hand that holds her
future blessed. Amidst
the star dusts fall and
moonbeams glow she
walks where rainbows 
hide. For his side she 
wanders on, through
the glow and angels
song. Then under the
brightest star two 
beating hearts collide,
the galaxy witnessed 
a new love born. And 
as the lips passed that
first kiss, her dream
was realized in total
bliss.