A Day In The Life
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Posted:Nov 28, 2009 10:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2010 4:04 am 4876 Views
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In early morn
I wondered what the day would bring
Upon the dawn
I heard the bluebirds sing
In the afternoon
The choice of what my day's to be
None to soon
Come the chances that await for me
In the twilight
The time of "could have been"
And if just might
The early morn come again
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Martini's and such
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Posted:Nov 25, 2009 8:11 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2009 9:24 am 4676 Views
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I drink in, the negativity
and righteous stands from the truth
In angry hearts with proclivity
like a dry martini, with no vermouth
On the rocks, on straight up
doesn't matter in my mind
It's just gin, by another name
a rummy of a different kind.
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Heart's Quiver
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Posted:Nov 24, 2009 8:24 am
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2009 8:09 am 4619 Views
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Words like arrows, pierce our heart
Storing themselves in the angry part
Thus from our sheaf, do daggers fly
Never caring about the reason why
What is it about our nature?
Love is surely, not a hater
Our search of love, must be stupid?
If no arrows, from the bow of cupid
In the end, we will reflect upon
decisions that had come and gone
what guided arrows really deliver
To a wooden heart, that's but a quiver
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Start to Finish
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Posted:Nov 22, 2009 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2010 4:34 pm 4726 Views
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wishes wrote a poem, [post 114642],that inspired this response to him....... "Made me think there's always hope, around the bend. That nothing is too big or small, except our dreams. And nothing is too joyous or disheartening than our expectations. And when their paths meet, nothing can bigger or more joyous, than our own hearts understanding
Dreams, hope, integrity and love are the roads that carry us through this thing called life."
When the day is done,
On roads of dying light.
We need not judge where we've been,
but that we fought, the good fight
Life is, but the journey
start to finish
That bumpy roads of cobblestone
never can diminish
Many turns
or straight as an arrow
wide lanes,
or paths that narrow
The roads of fate
or ones we choose
Never define
win or lose
On roads that lead
life does not depend
From start to finish
all meet at journey's end
I wanted to save it on my blog
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How It Goes
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Posted:Nov 12, 2009 6:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:34 am 4630 Views
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After reading RickieDee's poem today, I responded in kind about what I was feeling. After completing the poem, I realized, I was talking about SFF and all the going ons here. Again, I felt it said alot more than I had intended. We so readily see others finding faults , the twisted truths, and the negative hearts. Yet, we are not immune to falling into the same trap.......
Most people can't see infront of their nose
So how it came, it differently goes
The perspective of those outside
Is that the truth lies somewhere inside
Outside, the truth is plain as day
Inside ones heart, it changes it's way
Ironically, the truth is known by those
Yet, how it comes, it differently goes.
People don't seem to want to understand that their truth, doesn't give them any rights. That which we do with our truth, must stand on it's own, even if the truth be known!
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Flowers and weeds
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2009 2:41 pm 4566 Views
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I am amazed at the continuing negativity, from some people on this site. Rarely a good word, rarely a restful night. I ponder if it's meant as a tease, or misery loving company, if you please.
I can't figure it out, why some choose to be the way they are. As I looked in the mirror today, I realized the flower and the weed aren't apart that far. The biggest difference is that some choose to spread their hate, and others just choose to feel the hate.
I look through window
and here's what I see
I hate those that hate
but they look back at me
But I am the flower
and they the weed
although hard to tell
apart the seed
But the flower blooms
before dy'in
Yet the winds blow hard
for the dandelion
The seeds of hate
spread far and near
for me, and for you
It's what to fear
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Nothing last forever, Sometimes
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 11:28 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2009 8:02 pm 4281 Views
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Sometimes I write poetic blog responses, trying to feel, what I want to say. Sometimes it comes out right, sometimes it comes out more than right. I wrote a response today. that I wanted to share and save. It means far more to me than I even knew, I intended it to say.
For nothing last forever
that isn't the last
Except living for today,
living in the past
Just wanted to save it on my own blog.
I want to thank RickiDee and Ladyangelula for the inspiration
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Talking Trash
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Posted:Oct 27, 2009 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 6:11 am 4158 Views
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Our lives are but simple things
That gets muddled in our minds
How one life creates its own
In a humanity of all kinds
Love, family, and happiness
Is there for the taking
Hate, greed, and sorrow
Is there for the making
The greatest gift from God
The opportunity to live
and creating heaven on earth
depends on what you give
Complicated, though it seems,
It's really simple in every way.
Find joy in each and every moment,
and give your best, everyday
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Coronado's Quest
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Posted:Oct 27, 2009 6:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2009 2:03 pm 3955 Views
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This is a repost for my 40th high school reunion. Again, since i cannot access my old handle, needed to save it here.
Our memories of bygone days
Days in sun, and days that rain
Some so clear, others but a haze
Soon buried in our last refrain
Fertilizer for our life
Spread, so that we may grow
The strengthening of our roots
The beauty of the blooms that show
From out of the haze an island appears
No traffic lights and a ferry to cross
Like yesterday, after all these years
A time gone by, but never lost
Sandy beaches, with rocks in our head
Planes in the sky, and carriers in slip
A grand hotel, for us no bed
And a high school of friendship
A green wave, colors never outdated
An orange avenue, that's a yellow brick road
Everyday a blue sky, rarely appreciated
A Free market,and a bakery to lessen the load
Submarine races, on the sandy beach
Or the San Diego's skyline sight
Down the strand, quite a reach
My favorite the golf course at night!
Surfers finding their way to shore
North beach the happening place
Forget about the curriculum core
No class, for surfers, such a waste
Bless their hearts
they tried their best
to teach us well
to pass the test
Burge, Adair, and Miss Mench
Wells, Adaskin, and Mr Miller
English was never for me a cinch
And calculus was a killer
Satterlee, Durand and Mr. Green
No one carries their cell phones
Physical education wasn't so keen
but history tells of a Mr. Jones
Our life was like a Club Med
Tri-Hi, Tri M, Trilites, and Tri S
Cheerleaders, Junto, and Lettermen
Interact, Booster, and Pegasus
At night we were put at Risk
The world, ours to take
Until one night we did whisk
To Aunt Emma's for a pancake
Oh! how to get to Tijuana
finding a car without a lock
being able to drink when you wanna
then burying the senior rock!
Forty years ago, like yesterday
The last walk through hallowed halls
The foundation of a lifetime
The construction of our walls
Not baggage, just a small valise
carrying who you are
Keep it close, it will give you peace
Look inside to find your guiding star.
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Days of Wine and Roses
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Posted:Oct 3, 2009 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:34 am 4222 Views
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The days of wine and roses
The smell of sweet perfume
The taste of bitter sweet
The blazing red of bloom
Tommorrow was never walked in a day
but always a lifetime to run through
When today is tommorrow
There seems nothing left to do
Never stopped to smell the roses
letting todays get away
The perfume, now a memory
of today's yesterday
The frost's now on the heather
The mist is tears of brine
A view of no tommorrow
The last breathe on the vine.
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