Long Thank youme Poems
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Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems
The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh
The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good
Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown
Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored
Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode
The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks
When I cry
You’re the only one that wipes my tears
When I scream
You’re the only one that fights my fears
When my soul is pushed into the dark
You’re the hand that gives me strength that gives me love
To come back and rise a fight
When I have a reason that makes me wanna suicide
You give me a reason to make me wanna hang on to life
When I become angry
You ask me why
When you traveled away
And there only passed one day
It feel like days and days
Spread us apart
When I first met you
I felt that we will never get along
Then after a while things changed
And I wished that we never got apart
When my heart is injured
You’re the one that heals it
When I feel lonely you make me feel loved
When I feel unappreciated
You make me more than happy to live and see u everyday
Its true that I had a chance to meet you once
But now I want you with me playing basketball and getting sweaty
And then taking a dip in the pool
And that makes me feel cool
I’m sorry if I let you down
But I promise I’ll do all that I can
To make you proud
To make you laugh
To make you have company wherever you are
I love you
I miss you
And wish you are here everyday ?
I have found a new place full of wondrous insight
Where people pour out there soul in their favorite poetic write
So many different kinds for the minds eye to see
They open their heart up so they can be free
They show there best to create harmony and Zen
There true colors are shown with the stroke of their pen.
There poems are deep and heavy as they let it out and vent
Which make me feel good so I leave a comment
Their lyrics are romantic and often sensuously sedating
That evokes emotion and makes me leave a rating
I can find some meaning in the worst or the best
Give my congratulation to the poets who win the big contest
Now I have a place to express myself to an intelligent group
Thanks to my new found friends of Poetry Soup
I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU
Christmas time for one and all
a chance to let all go to shout and smile for a while
Christmas a time to see such beauty all around us
a Christmas for me and you is so ever new
a light in a tunnel seems to stand out so bright to night
stars above seem to pop like glitter falling over us tonight
the sun setting so beautiful over the horizon soft reds and yellows
pure effects of love and passion form me to you my ceizar souza
so i just wanted to tell you
i miss you
i need you
i want you
i love you
i thank the lord above for showing my true love
i thank the angels for finding my ceizar souza
i thank the world for seeing such beauty all around me
SO THANK YOU
A HEART FEET
POEMS TO MY DEAR CEIZAR SOUZA
For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at so early a time,
Of a tender age of score and three
And as green as the leaves of a virgin tree.
Now, thank you Father for the blessing of greatness
And praise to you for the trappings of fame;
Glory to your omnipotence for the joys of name,
Hallowed be your name for the riddance of pettiness
And honour to you for benediction of sense;
All these I'll use for your laudation hence.
Many have tried these assets to nurture
And saints for them did pray,
But acquired not these invaluable tools;
I'm a sinner and I often forget to repent every day,
Yet these vitals have given me.
Let pride and conceit overtake me not
And let me thrush the iron while its hot;
Let me bake the dough of rhyme while its lithe
And to the Muses of renown pay my tithe.
Let me not compare my lines with anyone else's
But through practise better my art ;
Let me not commit the despicable offenses
Of praising my outstanding craft.
Whatever the words use I feel like I'm saying less;
Again, thank you for the effortless finesse
That you've freely given to one humble out of choice,
Or perhaps his pious parents long ago raised their voice
That upon their son you place this treasure;
And thus their prayers you've answered to the measure.
And when it envelopes the bliss of death,
When the blanket of cold shall suffocate my breath,
Remember my toils of verse and virtue,
And let in my soul be done a searching by you;
That I may qualify for life everlasting,
And among the angels I shall eternally sing.
And herebelow let not my poetry rot
When I join your seraphic lot;
Let generations upon generations to the end
Sing my verse till He come's that sinner's friend.
PREMIUM MEMBER
A little thanks to the anonymous character
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
why? did you do such a thing
this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.
I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once again
To you anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin
Bringing a different meaning to your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans
a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS
THANKS GIVING
Walking backward Ill prepared I face things head on, but not the bitter wind. I turn my
back as I face my goodbyes , walking away I wave to my old problems: With a snarling
bite,the cold wind leaves me pierced and belittle.
Walking backwards I dare not face whats in store for me. Until this wind subsides and
treats me fairly, I will walk backwards slowly less I stumble. After my bones are chilled to
the core. I reach my abode, devastated and delighted, the fireplace lit and flickering. Still
afraid I wonder "what if" and I blame God,discounting the rescues; Then with every melting
bone and every thawing toe, I thank him/her, then realizing how awesome man is and how
far we have come. Annoyed I say begrudgingly "Thank you God " for this fire,and for
bringing us out of the cold wilderness. I say this hoping not to entertain the "What If's" again.
Forces, forcing me to open my eyes and realize that at any moment I could walk
backwards again, backward in the cold with nowhere to run, without relief; I can't think of
anything worse. So how can I or anyone come out of the cold ,and sit by the fire, while the
frost filled Ohio wind rolls off the Erie lake. Passing desperate people I want to collect them to
come and sit by the fire with me. I must love my neighbor,and share the warmth,the
fire ,the food,my home. In the old days we could, I cant live like this,,,,sitting a by the fire
alone, I think to my self "What If".
On a hot summer night
To a nightclub we danced
My girlfriends and i
Music entranced
There i was
Giving it all
When something happened
That made me fall
In disbelief
Dancing to MJ's beat
My kneecap snapped
Broken real neat
The doctors said
It was the strangest break
The pain you have
Will keep you awake
No more standing
For weeks to come
I'll let you know
Don't be so glum
In the heat of summer
Long days stuck in
Watching TV
Looked after by kin
I long for the day
To get back to school
To be with my friends
Who are all real cool
The miss of my friends
Sends me round the bend
No job, no money
Parental spend
This lucky young lady
Has a caring mum
If it wasn't for her
I sure would be glum
So Julia, i said to myself
Your not exactly, left on the shelf
I will get better, wait and see
Back to dancing, 123
In time I'll look back
And visualise
The angel who helped
And realise
That was my mom
I love her so much
As only mums do
That loving moms touch
This poem was written for a dear friends daughter, get well soon Julia.
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