Community > Posts By > Mystique42
Topic:
A Cold
Edited by
Mystique42
on
Wed 12/28/11 09:23 AM
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A box of tissues
A baby kiss A cold like this We sure won't miss A week off, no work Stinks with no pay Yet I'm with my son Time we can't delay The precious memories Cuddled in pj's Me and my baby On a cold rainy day Blowing noses Tickling tummies I can't wait to taste Those Christmas yummies I am so thankful It's just a cold Shared with my son Who's energetic and bold My poems are lacking My humor is great Lord I wish I Had a date! Hachooo.... now I just passed the cold onto you. Want to share my tissues with me? |
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Sending prayers for Mikey! Hope you are feeling better soon! God bless....
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Topic:
IF ONLY
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IF ONLY
IF ONLY I could wake up to find The fella that I dream of In a dream lost far behind The prince with decent manners The one who showed he cared IF ONLY I could find him In more than a distant prayer The fellow who brought flowers The one who kissed my cheek Working as a teamplayer Compassionate and sleek For his inner core Would shine on Christmas Day Giving from his heart and soul In each and every way So I wrap up an empty box A gold foiled one with a bow Knowing treasured dreams Within are all I know Hope packaged so neatly For one day I'm sure I'll find This special man of integrity With a great heart and mind Each and every Christmas I will remember this empty box Which holds a heart that's longing For the hope to be unlocked. SDF |
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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I win
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Topic:
How do you handle stress?
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I write... releases a lot.
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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Excuse me.... coming thru.... I WIN! ?
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I began looking for that one forever friend... and I found many wonderful friends, mostly of the female persuasion, and began sharing my poetry.
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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Topic:
Dates: Who should pay?
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I am happy when I hear the idea of MAYBE one day we will meet. lol
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Topic:
Dates: Who should pay?
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Hey while I am dreaming I can hope he opens the doors, and pulls out the chair for his lady. You are RIGHT ... I AM dreaming! Here's to hoping! lol
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Topic:
Things I Love
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I love the smell of a baby.
I love lying under the stars and listening to nature's orchestra. I love a man with great smelling cologne. I love seeing my grown children walk through the door. I love eskimo kisses, and the smell of a flower shop |
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I'm thinking someone needs to make the Christmas cookies!
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Topic:
Dates: Who should pay?
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I would hope he would pay or at least offer. I would also hope he'd bring flowers.
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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Singing... this is the song that never ends, and I never seem to win... my friends... lol
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Topic:
Christmas Card Exchange
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Hello all... I want to wish EVERYONE a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Sorry I could not join the Christmas card exchange this year. Thanks Nicole for the card!
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long and hard
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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Topic:
Forever
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Topic:
I REMEMBER WHEN
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Dancing in the shadows of the early morning light
Wishing for someone to hold and draw so tight Glancing through the pages of a melancholy mind Knowing time can stand still as you look closely at what's behind Time just keeps on galloping to a whimsical beat Oh I have my moments when I want to just retreat Lie dormant in the moment instead of looking to and fro Waiting on a dream to come but caught in a familiar undertow Stardust in one's eyes as the morning dew does settle Feeling a whistling urge like the boiling of the kettle The steamy words come frolicking off of a boiling tongue Anger for a child's dream is tossed aside, no victory won A father lost in alcohol spewing excuses like a spinning wheel A mother on a soapbox as a childhood he does steal With selfishness and righteous banter he approaches in such jest Clueless on the web that's spun and yet he fails the test Morning quickly approaches and to sleep she then succumbs Knowing it makes no difference as the beat plays on the familie's drums The trail of tears passed down through generations so she wails The trail of tears for alcoholics in denial and then he bails A mother and child tucked tightly into bed Dreaming of a difference made by all the words unsaid Integrity and faith win out as the kettle cools again A family lost in a vapor and found in an "I remember when" SDF 12/2/11 |
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Topic:
Last to post wins! - part 86
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