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Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst, 
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts 
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read 
what Ann Landers had written to say:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea, 
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold, 
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight, 
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do 
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear 
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days 
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course 
for a girl who hadn’t read:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

More than thirty years have disappeared; 
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true, 
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers 
to my daughter this advice I now give.

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010




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Sing for me the sweetest song of love when life was still so young. Those tender times and days devoid of cares and wants troubling the old, when smiles and laughter ruled the day, when worries passed and did not stay. Strum so softly your guitar just like the nights along the shore when music meant the world to us and dreams were spun with so much fun. With nary a thought to hindrances, and silence in between did not mean sadness. Sketch the image once again of all our hopes and aspirations. Paintbrush, our imaginations that fueled all our conversations. Let the canvas capture the moment when each one’s triumph was heaven sent. With words of wonder I will write of every look and all the sighs, of every throbbing thud within our hearts that sometimes drown the din. Still, we aimed our sight so high a desire defined by what’s ideal... When life was young, and love was innocent.
16 May 2015 Kim Patrice Nunez When Love Was Innocent Contest

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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The Village of Hardine

The Village of the Windmill

I may do things the old way
Milling grain with windmill dreams
Slowly, that's how we caress our desires
While the windmill turns
My ears listen to the birds that sing
My village is quiet now
Love letters left here long ago
So I mill my grain, as wildflowers grow
Softly I dance inside my head
Wishing my lover, she was not dead

Habibte, my memories are for only you
I sell my grain, and pay my dues
Within my heart, is only, only you
Droughts and war, habibte our love stronger still
Holding you, now a silly illusion
Back then so soft and so true
Our love
	Torn from our grasp


Dream of me habibte
I know you are high above
Dream of me
Soon I will hold your angel wings
No wars or evils shall keep us apart
I mill my grain on this dreary day
Knowing soon, we shall both fly up and away

Love has escaped us here on earth
The seventh day I sit by your grave
I sing you songs as you did to me
Oh habibte, let death bring me to thee
I sigh each time at your vision of splendor

Let Kassab make us this miracle
Love has patience, habibte
Wait for me
As I wait for you
Kisses forever, boukra

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017




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There are very few things more refreshing
than a cool breeze on a hot summer day
Couple that with a glass of iced tea in the evening,
or maybe some chilled lemonade in some afternoon shade
When that tropical breeze blows
on your hot, perspiring skin
It is so rejuvenating, it is soul refreshing
Oh it feels like how you feel
after you finish making love,
and it feels like how you feel
when you start making love again
It's a top-of-the-morning type of feelin',
it's a late night, down low kind of chillin'
Riding on that summer breeze
makes you ready and always willing
to take a journey to love that is so, so fulfilling
There's not a lot of things in life
more pleasant than this 
Catching a cool summer breeze
is something I never ever want to miss

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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This glance we share
With mirrored laugh
It fills my head
And makes me ache
Never to trial
But ever to share
And live unto
This common bond

And I smile...

For you
With you 
In you

And you see it
But know our grasp
Is one of distance
No means to touch
Remaining only 
In the quotes 
Which spiel
And linked eyes

Copyright © Jo Jo | Year Posted 2006

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.-G-. .-R-. .-O-. .-O-. .-V-. .-E-. .-S-. pierce my ears, caressing notes to rake tears on such moonlit aches, strings groan through passages on breaths as scrapes of violin lurch; veiled weeping dives low like fine spear falling on my riddled head, as if to crack reeds just there, enthralled by heaves of waved air swelling along melodies tragic in liquid gothic drones, my old innocence plucked raw beyond deep allegro of time; tunes' long drags hard to bear peeling my burnt flesh slow the fine bow screeches, I cry on slain notes. © by nette onclaud for Craig Cornish Concrete/Shape Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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You are the yearn of my days 
Like the new air of my breath
Sunshine greets through my morning
As if I was slept under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love flood through our kiss
It made our world swirl and fly by
Like a miracle of pendulum swing

Days kept changing, unfolding
But still I'm insist to be here
Moon rose like too early
Seemed it stayed to be apathetic

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love filled and made me full with you
Immeasurable even by time
For all I want is you

And won't I take all those back again
Though I'm suffered in pain
Promised to be by your side
For I know and I can see 
The same lonesome in you and me 

*inspired by Anne Currin contest "Song Lyric"

Note: This is actually my old song lyric. I made a big modification and few changes of words in it regarding to the differences of language, but hopefully it still worth to be read :) enjoy!

Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013

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Everybody, and his brother
Stopped in, at one time, or another
Not for the greasy hash browns
Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds
They weren't there for Ruby or Ruth
Whose numbers were in the phone booth
At night when the honky tonks closed down
It was the only place open in town

The regulars sat at the back
The bar was reserved for the hacks
Nobody ever stayed very long
A blue plate special or a jukebox song
The burgers were extra greasy
Waitresses a little sleazy
But there were always people around
It was the only place open in town

My mom, warned about it's reputation
My dad, more concerned about damnation
I used to go there, from time to time
Back when a pay phone was just a dime
On occasion wound up in jail
And one might say, I've been through hell
Anything one needed could be found
It was the only place open in town

We saw the smoke, from miles away
Heard the fire trucks, early that day
Everybody not working, went to see
The roaches and the mice run free
When the honky tonks closed that night
Everybody had to go home tight
Cause before the old cafe' burnt down
It was the only place open in town

Looking back, had some good times there
Just sit by the window and stare
Reflections of places and faces
Kinda like a memory, oasis
Life was a whole lot slower
I was a wild oat sower
But anytime, one wanted, to hunker down
It was the only place open in town


   by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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For a time I've been writing as the stream idles by
as dust storms are rolling, across a faraway sky
while sheep are a'bleating; as the cattle lie low
as I'm writing I'm watching, the white falling snow
it drops down in silence, from the dark coloured sky
I feel distanced, from the home that I'm holding
here in my minds eye..!

 © Joe Maverick 09-01-2010

Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2010

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I can
see them, feel them.
I can replay them, dwell
in them, control the world in them
I can.

I can
be a rich man
in them, win the game in
them, the premier league in them,
I can.

Alas
I cannot grasp
them, hold them, caress them.
Like the gentle tear, they just float
away!

Copyright 1993
Harry J Horsman 1993

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

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Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing

Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin

Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster

The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide

Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.

As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.

Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent

Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl

Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck

She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage

The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in

With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral

And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night

And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.

SADNESS
©Danielle White

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

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there is an intense 
ageless quality to an 
autumnal day in October 
that embraces the past, and all 
its wistful tenderness 
the present and its disturbing sameness 
and the future, with its unknown quantity 
of joy and sadness 

Copyright © Jacqueline Tuffnell | Year Posted 2007

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He stood right there and watched me play.
He held my hand, kissed my tears away.
We sat behind the school all night one day.

He made sure I was protected
Every single second
When he was by my side and,

Even when he couldn't be,
He would constantly worry,
No matter how much I told him not to worry about me.

He let m fall asleep in his arms.
He always kept me safe from harm.
We used to be each others alarm.

We used to go to Jeeper's so he could play a game.
No two days with him were ever the same.
I always supported his dreams of fame.

His laugh still gives me butterflies.
Whenever he looks at me, I
Still get weak, just from looking into his eyes.

He stood right there when I faced my fears.
He held my hand and kissed away my tears.
I'll never forget our love through the years.

Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2009

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I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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I put down my book,
And I picked up the picture,
Of you, that I printed and framed-
Lost in your smile-
I gazed for awhile-
Then said, "You are going insane."

I know I can't have you-
You may not want me...
But we'll never know will we, dear.
Nor stroll hand in hand-
Through the Florida sand-
Alas, all my future is here.

Besides that, I'm older-
With too many miles...
That I've seen as I went down the road;
A rodeo drifter, 
A dreamer, a fool,
More oft than I've won, I got throwed.

I'll miss you, my darling...
Do you think of me?
We touched, and of that I am sure...
Perhaps it is better-
That our love stay unmarred,
Platonic,and perfect, and pure.

Reality's shattered...
More daydreams that one.
I'm glad ours will always exist.
A gossamer world-
Unsullied by fact...
We'll walk through the glow and the mist.

Farewell, little darling-
Your smile is so sweet...
Your eyes are two windows alight.
I bask in their glow,
When the lonely winds blow-
And I sit here alone in the night.

Copyright © John Yaws | Year Posted 2005

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You left me in the graveyard scene,
dead bones and frost at my feet,
a bloody heart on my sleeve,
I'm wide awake in Reno.

Careless heart, ice cold lies,
seeing far, seeing blind,
careless heart, wild and shy,
I'm wide awake in Reno.

The heart I gave, you gave back to me,
the time I gave can't be retrieved,
mistakes that call, call just one time,
I'm wide awake in Reno.

Careless heart, eyes that lie,
foolish heart, ice cold pride,
relics in the junkyard scene,
I'm wide awake in Reno.

Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2018

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I am at once pleased and saddened that I have taken your life,oh great creature 
of the forest.

I am pleased because I have invested many years honing my woods lore and 
shooting skills for this final result.

I am saddened because I have killed one of God's most beautiful creatures for 
uncertain reasons.

I don't need your flesh to sustain my family nor your hide to clothe them.  

I question myself constantly because I seem to focus an inordinate amount of 
time day-dreaming about forthcoming hunts and re-enacting old hunts in my 
head.

I question why I am obsessed with checking and re-checking my hunting 
equipment as the fall days shorten.

I question why I expose myself to the abuse of the natural elements--drenching 
rain, freezing snow and biting winds, waiting for you to materialize.

I especially question this hidden force of ancient origins that drives me to take 
your life.

I am satisfied that I have not killed just for the sake of killing--that there is 
something deeper, more spiritural at stake.  Perhaps I'm attempting to capture a 
modicum of your nobility, your sheer beauty and ability to live free, for myself.

Regardless of the answers to these probing questions and as I kneel next to 
your lifeless body, I do ask for your forgiveness and promise that your mortal 
remains will not be wasted and that the cherished memories of this hunt will 
remain with me for the balance of my life.

Copyright © Richard Manly | Year Posted 2006

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I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.

Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012

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Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2012

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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I admit what I did was wrong
And for six months I tried to hold out and be strong
But your sister’s advances were persistent
She just didn’t want to leave me alone

She would grope me in the basement
And kiss me in the corridor
She’d feel me in the kitchen
And whisper she can do me better as long as I didn’t tell a soul

She would touch me in the basement just behind the storage wall
Then she would stroke me in the boiler room and have herself a ball
Your sister was promiscuous and didn’t care to stop
All she wanted was to steel me from you so she climbed up on top

In her mind she was older
And tried to justify her lustful actions as being right
And even though she too had a boy friend
Her jealousy ran deep because it was me she wanted to keep

Her imagination had convinced me too 
That you were sleeping between the sheets
She planted this view in the back of my mind of John and you
I didn’t know and couldn’t discern what was right

She didn’t want a condom
She made that very clear
All she wanted was my seed
So she rode me like a bull to breed

From the stroking and petting
To the hugging and tonguing
She would bend over easy 
But wouldn’t swallow a drop

A thought comes to mind 
Why do I post this on line
Because this is only part of the story
To simply hurt you the way you did me

They say karma has a kick
That is fine with me 
I have a temper with an onion to peel
I hold back no more as the truth shall set me free

From our actions to our deeds
My desires as a writer run deep
In Buddhism they say to reflect and let go and be saved 
or give your pain to Jesus and everything will be ok

I have triggered a beast of suppressed anger by remembering
I have danced through fire the door way of lust
I sacrificed my heart and created a hole in my soul
But I could not save a love that meant the most to me


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2010

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It seems like forever ago
That I jumped for joy at the first snow
The billowy mounds shining low
Glistening like diamonds on paved roads

As pure as a small child's heart
All that's evil, still in the dark

Making forts and angels and setting up the tree
Wearing so many layers that I couldn't breathe
Sleepless nights, waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve
How I long for that child, so innocent and free

A time when smiles weren't forced
No desires of anything more

Clinging to my childhood
And fogging up the glass
Looking through this snow globe
That resides old winters passed
Just a shake and a smile breaks free
I'm gazing in, but I'll never be inside...
My younger self stares back, scared of what he sees
Melting are the angels I've left behind

I'm cuddled in the blankets
Listening to 'Let It Snow'
But it makes no difference
It's out of my control

I'll put on a face, like I do
This gingerbread cookie
Gumdrop clothes to cover up
A hole where my heart should be

Walking through dirty streets
That look pretty in white
Bearing a blue and battered heart
That's hard to hide, the snow's too bright

The wife took the kids
Right when I thought things were good
I guess it's my fault
But I did the best I could

My present world is torn asunder
The past isn't real, but it feels better

Clinging to my childhood
And fogging up the glass
Looking through this snow globe
That resides old winters passed
Just a shake and a smile breaks free 
I'm gazing in, but I'll never be inside...
My younger self stares back, scared of what he sees
Melting are the angels I've left behind

I bought myself a snow globe
The house inside
Looked just like mine
As it took me back to better days
Where all you could hear was that simple phrase

I needed something I could hold
To take me someplace else
Maybe help me find myself
Home feels the same
It's me that's changed



Entered into Anne Currin's YOUR BEST POEM contest

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

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Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends

We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

There’s a place where time stands still
Far from things that make me cry
And I would take you there tonight
So we could stay young all our lives

You’ve been my friend when I was down
I’ll miss you when you’re not around
And I will think of you
In all the good I’ve found
In every light, in every sound

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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I have felt the heavy mists
 of a disappearing life 
a life not held within my grasp
 and yet I have struggled
 I have always struggled 
always to travel on
 
Not alone
 not on my own
not alone upon my path
 engraved upon my hands
 a map of this life's journeys
 and some plans
 that no earthly soul can read
 
I open my mind to see 
beyond these heavy mists
 of these disappearing days
 that enclose me
 that will someday all to soon
 put my eyes to sleep
 



(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
 (November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
 







Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

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This box is nothing special
It's four sides,bottom and top
Inside it holds my memories
Far richer than this box
My life, my family and my kids
My triumphs and mistakes
they are mine and mine alone
To ponder when I like

I add to it with tender care
Those memories I may forget
When my days are numbered
And my memory has left

I share it with no one
They may not understand
When I hold a torn picture
So gently in my hand

So when I die you may look
At my treasures held inside
And you may then realize
That memories never die.

Copyright © Barbara Costilow | Year Posted 2014

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DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011