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Sometimes it can be a good thing to be drawn away from yourself for a while, knowing you can always return to you when you are ready.. Live ~ Love ~ Laugh.. I see that, thank you, so very. |
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Days all passing by,
Time, life, living, why even try. Each new day, turning into yesterday. Same start, same position, with my new thoughts of a new beginning. Still with all of it turning into yesterday's ending. Not really thought about, or planned ahead.. Just my living circle, breakfast, drive, dinner and bed. Dull,,yet ever so new, boring, yet very much alive. Thirty two years of playing my part, here in this truck,I drive. Sadness comes,sadness goes. Happiness present, Happiness sleeps. Laughing thoughts and ideas, a small smile on my face slowly creeps. Days into nights, weeks into years. Alone with my wondering fears. Talking on the phone back home, a friends death brings me to tears. Driving down this highway today, I saw many children in their play. This passing by, everything, so much love to be seen, in every way. Family reunions, so many there, me only wishing, I had their name. Lovers kissing, elderly couples holding hands, its just a shame. Couples in the morning dew, out playing golf, so much I'd love to do Passing over a Mountain's River Bridge, looking down at the canoes. All the back yard swimming pools, as the famliy acts like fools. Then that hitch-hiker looking so old and tired,in his whinkled face. As I say a Prayer, asking God to show him His Grace. The bumpy roads that rattle my teeth, Super Highways so silky smooth Stop in a truck-stop grab some food, relaxed and thinking a snooze. Got to keep on going, no time for rest now, still hundred more miles Maybe tomorrow will be a new start, nah,thats just my bleeding heart |
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Days all passing by, Time, life, living, why even try. Each new day, turning into yesterday. Same start, same position, with my new thoughts of a new beginning. Still with all of it turning into yesterday's ending. Not really thought about, or planned ahead.. Just my living circle, breakfast, drive, dinner and bed. Dull,,yet ever so new, boring, yet very much alive. Thirty two years of playing my part, here in this truck,I drive. Sadness comes,sadness goes. Happiness present, Happiness sleeps. Laughing thoughts and ideas, a small smile on my face slowly creeps. Days into nights, weeks into years. Alone with my wondering fears. Talking on the phone back home, a friends death brings me to tears. Driving down this highway today, I saw many children in their play. This passing by, everything, so much love to be seen, in every way. Family reunions, so many there, me only wishing, I had their name. Lovers kissing, elderly couples holding hands, its just a shame. Couples in the morning dew, out playing golf, so much I'd love to do Passing over a Mountain's River Bridge, looking down at the canoes. All the back yard swimming pools, as the famliy acts like fools. Then that hitch-hiker looking so old and tired,in his whinkled face. As I say a Prayer, asking God to show him His Grace. The bumpy roads that rattle my teeth, Super Highways so silky smooth Stop in a truck-stop grab some food, relaxed and thinking a snooze. Got to keep on going, no time for rest now, still hundred more miles Maybe tomorrow will be a new start, nah,thats just my bleeding heart Sometimes it doesn't feel any way than the way it is. Your life is confined and yet there is such an open freedom. I find myself wanting something different than I have. We all do, it doesn't make it feel good when the lonely starts draping over, again. Writing for me, is the place I can go and really let down. I love you responding back, these conversations we engage in...Thank you...for hearing me, my heart and..sharing yours. |
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Edited by
Sharris
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Sat 06/18/11 10:51 AM
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How Long Can You Hold Your Breath?
We cloak our intentions with garments woven from a world that cares only about self. Colors of explicit and electric bending the mind's eye to unrelenting exposure, call us to walk around deadened emotionally naked to attain feelings void of pain. In a neon sear, tattooed ink has covered the lesions of self inflicted scarring. Where does it end? We cry out for relief, for a Savior, a new world order an immediate fix for the immediate gratification we have cultivated in shallow furrows of over used soil. Garments of fibers grown from reconstructed genes, barely worn, as techno seclusion sequestered in open forum leeches our future, our hope. How can a rose survive...this? SadieLu 2011 |
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How Long Can You Hold Your Breath? We cloak our intentions with garments woven from a world that cares only about self. Colors of explicit and electric bending the mind's eye to unrelenting exposure, call us to walk around deadened emotionally naked to attain feelings void of pain. In a neon sear, tattooed ink has covered the lesions of self inflicted scarring. Where does it end? We cry out for relief, for a Savior, a new world order an immediate fix for the immediate gratification we have cultivated in shallow furrows of over used soil. Garments of fibers grown from reconstructed genes, barely able to be worn, as techno seclusion sequestered in open forum leeches our future, our hope. How can a rose survive...this? SadieLu 2011 Simply awesome... 
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How Long Can You Hold Your Breath? We cloak our intentions with garments woven from a world that cares only about self. Colors of explicit and electric bending the mind's eye to unrelenting exposure, call us to walk around deadened emotionally naked to attain feelings void of pain. In a neon sear, tattooed ink has covered the lesions of self inflicted scarring. Where does it end? We cry out for relief, for a Savior, a new world order an immediate fix for the immediate gratification we have cultivated in shallow furrows of over used soil. Garments of fibers grown from reconstructed genes, barely able to be worn, as techno seclusion sequestered in open forum leeches our future, our hope. How can a rose survive...this? SadieLu 2011 Simply awesome...
Thank you for stopping in, and your kind comment. |
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Dandelion Ball
Fly away fairies wisps of air. Wings a flutter seemingly no care. Catch them quickly before they fall. Summertime snowflakes the dandelion ball. SadieLu 2010 |
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Caught In A Down Pour
Implicit azure rains through droplets catching whispers beckoned from heaven. SadieLu 2011 |
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Night------into day
as you pass my way. To come---to go. so much more to know. Me lurking---you flirting, Wanting, wishing, some conversing. Day------into night, as you pass me by. gone from my view, out of my light. 
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Night------into day as you pass my way. To come---to go. so much more to know. Me lurking---you flirting, Wanting, wishing, some conversing. Day------into night, as you pass me by. gone from my view, out of my light.
I really like this... thanks! 
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Night------into day as you pass my way. To come---to go. so much more to know. Me lurking---you flirting, Wanting, wishing, some conversing. Day------into night, as you pass me by. gone from my view, out of my light.
I really like this... thanks!
I like it too, It just has that certain..grasp... |
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Giggle
Trilling from inside flowing outward through the smile where happy exudes. SadieLu 2011 |
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Night------into day as you pass my way. To come---to go. so much more to know. Me lurking---you flirting, Wanting, wishing, some conversing. Day------into night, as you pass me by. gone from my view, out of my light.
Terry, I think this is my favorite, so far. |
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Edited by
Teditis
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Tue 06/21/11 11:18 AM
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It's fun to watch someone else giggle in joy...
T, you might oughta reconsider posting this on it's own. I've come back to it several times myself... |
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The Box
In a box, you put my love, Tissue wrappings, lace. Trailing strings, by ribbon held, Stuffed to full, kept safe. You take it out when you're alone. No one else to see, That jumbled, knotted, ribboned trace, This pink you know as me. So soon your busy will abound. Forget me, that you will. Expected gifts are packed away, Containing no more thrill. Hope will always see my heart, As you will always know, In that box you placed my love, As, try the lid, you close. For hanging on the outside, This box of knotted strings, Just a trail, my ribboned pink Your memory and love things. SadieLu 2008 |
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It's fun to watch someone else giggle in joy... T, you might oughta reconsider posting this on it's own. I've come back to it several times myself...  Ted,,this ones for you,,,lol,,not the POEM,,but the posting IT alone,,,I'll get er done!!!And Thanks sadie and You Ted for the nice words... 
When writing this,,I kind of went with lionel Richies thoughts in his words,,to his song,,Hello,,,THAT song popped in my head,,about half into this one,,,lol,,well,,that image of a HER,,who never see's YOU,,, but yet,,both pass everyday....
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Edited by
iam4u
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Tue 06/21/11 11:34 PM
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You hold me in your arms so tight,
You squeeze me really hard,, As you turn out our bedroom light. I'm always in your hand or arm, Making you feel safe from harm. You kiss me when I least suspect. I kiss you back with no regret. We play together all the time. See it's me who's talking in this rhyme. You made-up my name when you first seen sitting there. You put your arms around me, and called me Teddy Bear.
All fluffy and soft with material as my hair. Little button eyes, with a black nose to wear. I never get hungry, because I'm always feeling stuffed. You always have me frizzy with my fur so very roughed. But I love you so, for who you are to me. Your the one I love to always see, no matter how old you live to be.
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It's fun to watch someone else giggle in joy... T, you might oughta reconsider posting this on it's own. I've come back to it several times myself... Ted,,this ones for you,,,lol,,not the POEM,,but the posting IT alone,,,I'll get er done!!!And Thanks sadie and You Ted for the nice words...
When writing this,,I kind of went with lionel Richies thoughts in his words,,to his song,,Hello,,,THAT song popped in my head,,about half into this one,,,lol,,well,,that image of a HER,,who never see's YOU,,, but yet,,both pass everyday....
Well, I'm honored... 
I'm sure that people who missed this thread will like it and comment. And like Lionel... inspire you to write more. It's in giving that we get, no? You've given us a lot Terry... and I thank you for it.
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You hold me in your arms so tight, You squeeze me really hard,, As you turn out our bedroom light. I'm always in your hand or arm, Making you feel safe from harm. You kiss me when I least suspect. I kiss you back with no regret. We play together all the time. See it's me who's talking in this rhyme. You made-up my name when you first seen sitting there. You put your arms around me, and called me Teddy Bear.
All fluffy and soft with material as my hair. Little button eyes, with a black nose to wear. I never get hungry, because I'm always feeling stuffed. You always have me frizzy with my fur so very roughed. But I love you so, for who you are to me. Your the one I love to always see, no matter how old you live to be.
Miss Teddy would love this. |
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Endemic...A Season Of Soul
Cold holds a root drying in the crust, where life pulses slow for warmth to green up. Harsh covering land pressing hard down. Impressions of last remain resistant ground. Though expected a relief from sear of sun, bitter condoning of the heart undone, Sown from seeds planted and rutting. Sad crystallizes to stubborn abutting. How long? Oh, How long, Do you suppose? For contention to cease this forbidding repose? SadieLu 2011 |
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