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H-E-A-R-T of L-O-V-E
Oh how I love you.
Cherishing each moment,
for you have opened
my heart with your
everlasting and precious
love. Yet so tender; .uoy evol I woh hO
You place God ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
first in your life. And denepo evah uoy rof
I love you more for that. ruoy htiw traeh ym
Hold on to the other suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
half of my heart, ;rednet os teY .evol
for one day we doG ecalp uoY
Shall put them dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
Together .taht rof erom uoy evol I
As one rehto eht ot no dloH
With ,traeh ym fo flah
God. ew yad eno rof
meht tup llahS
rehtegoT
eno sA
htiW
.doG
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-20-2012
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Spring Bud
My
breath
shivers under
a rug of loneliness,
a sleepy heart huddles
against such memories
of togetherness and not of
goodbyes, hating to disperse
the fiery rhymes of your lips,
as well as the warmth of its
sweat...tastes like red wine,
then it beats...and beats
gently, as it envisions
you, in an early
misty
s
p
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Battling Addiction
You told
me once
about the
R e l i e f:
the f o g,
that haze
of apathy
that veils
the mind,
b l urri n g
the edges
of your pain.
Can you feel
anything at all? I
watch you drink your
life away, far too many
moments lost, forgotten
in that h a z e. I watch as
you f e e d your disease,
suck yourself dry before you
suck me dry, draining me
like one of your bottles, till
I'm empty inside. But I can't
wait around for you to snap,
to throw me against the wall.
I won't shatter like a bottle.
I won't burst in a mosaic of
glass and light. You cannot
b r e a k someone who is
already b r o k e n. You can't
fix someone with s l u r r ed
apologies or promises that
smell like stale alcohol. I
can't be there to drown at
the bottom of your bottle.
I’m done with rock bottom.
For Anne's "Battling Addiction" contest
Placed: 1st
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She - Is Like a Bubble
. she
is like a bubble
a gentle floating kiss
blown from an angels lips
made from melting rainbows
beads of heavens morning mist
a floating ball of color schemes
and constant changing themes
bursting into a twinkling down
scattering her joy all around
oh how I love the magic
of her sound
For : my dear friend (Johnette)- my inspiration
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- 100 - CTO - 100 -
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o o
o o o
o
o o o o
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We can say more
than 100 words in a poem.
The word one hundred
it can be said
in many ways on our earth.
A word, a number:
Njeqind
100
Cto
Sto
Cen
Cent
Sata
Cien
Ciento
Hundre
Tisuca
Seratus
Honderd
Centum
Isang doang
I'll send you 100 red roses
because you've read
all my
100 poems
12.10.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Cats! Cats! Cats!
... Oh! Oh!
What? What?
Do you think of cats?
We have too many cats.
At least, they feast on rats.
Cats. (*) Cats! Cats! (*) Cats.
What do you think of that? I
have seen them with a mole.
Dead, pulled out of his hole.
A delicacy I once was told.
My cats are: Meow.
Some big fat- Meow!
Rat-eating cats. Meow!
I never see them eat a bat.
I guess at night, they sleep or chat.
Cats do not have wings. They cannot fly!
My, oh my, will they wish someday to fly?
At early dawn it is time to prowl. Not for owls.
Meow! They hunt for snakes, insects, some fowl.
Silently, sneakily, stealthy, spying, they P-o-u-n-c-e-!
It’s survival of the fittest, kitty cat style. Buy a bell.
You may see them on the ground or in a tree looking
down. Meow! Sometimes they will play in the sand.
Rolling, flipping around on every inch of ground.
Or you might find them upside down flexing,
Anticipating their morning prowl. Meow.
By and by, success is found.
In their kitty bowl... Meow.
Smiles! Meow, Meow, Smiles!
© (© Dane Smith-Johnsen) January 27, 2010
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The Toilet
At times my words feel like turds
In a forever flushing toilet of life
Some days after releasing them
My mind still doesn't feel right
Butt wiped onto paper they go
Then typed into this toilet of life
As they spin around the bowl
I notice something doesn't smell right
It must be time to clean
This forever flushing
Toilet of life
Allowing me
Words of
Freshness
And new turds
To flow with delight
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Music
BAR
*MUSIC*
FUN
*MUSIC*
ALL
*MUSIC*
*R*
*O*
*C*
*K*
*A*
*N*
*D*
*R*
*O*
*L*
*L*
AC/DC
VAN HALEN
VAN MORRISON
ROLLING STONES
MICHAEL JACKSON
THE POLICE & BOWIE
PINK FLOYD & DYLAN
SIMON & GARFUNKLE
GUNS AND ROSES
EAGLES, CREAM
TALKING HEADS
BYRDS,COSTELLO
REO SPEEDWAGON
VANILLA ICE & B-52’S
THE WHO & SANTANA
THE CARS & JOURNEY
MADONNA, GENESIS
NIRVANA, BEATLES
THE BEACH BOYS
LED ZEPPELIN
AEROSMITH
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I am able to move one’s spirit to the pinnacle of joy or drive it to depths of despair.
Not a chore to evoke passionate emotion--convey love, hate, life, and death.
Within those four small words lies our meek human existence all told.
To omnipresent Alpha and Omega, of what core lies between?
Now I sit with pen in hand to ponder many words of wit.
Gift to paint, not I, yet may cast an image to mind.
Bright lavender fields coax the amorous duo
to mingle with its deep, heady scent.
Amidst wet sewage soaked dirt
a filthy small child lays
weeping for mother
a bloody heap
close by.
See?
My!
The glee
holding words
Make them express.
Giving wide literate detail.
Understand to hold a soft heart.
Else never will you touch one’s soul.
So this is merely the lone reason I compose.
Excitement and warm sympathy and fiery passion,
within many a sorrow and tears and friendly persuasion,
in absolute care I do write and lay my psyche upon each page,
then wonder at length the primary purpose of such artistic endeavors.
Who among the world’s populace might gain an insight from what I scribe?
Does this really matter at all; since rarely, if ever, is it what one says… but how.
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A Midsummer Dream
Elusive
sÓft whispers
on lavender breeze
“cÓme with me, follÓw me,
set yÓur heart free”
In sun-dappled shade,
‘neath the Óld apple tree,
drinking liquor Óf
gÓld as it
d
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p
s
through the leaves.
** original colours are green and gold, but it doesn't appear I can do that here. No worries, just hope it doesn't lose too much effect by being black & white :)
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