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  1. happyganl

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    Dont walk in front of me,
    I may not follow,
    Dont walk behind me,
    I may not lead,
    Walk beside me,
    And be my friend
     
  2. Wendy

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    A Work Poem

    Now I sit me down to sleep,
    I pray the Lord my seat to keep.
    If I should fall before I wake,
    I pray the Lord my nose not break.
     
  3. nerdegutta

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    How can I be lost
    When I got nowhere to go
     
  4. loosewire

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    I would never compete
    With Happy's Platoon
    Not at high noon
    With the beauty
    Waiting Moon
    Happy Soon
     
  5. Heavydoody

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    The sound had a motion of its own
    carrying my thoughts along
    with anticipation drawing near
    because when it was gone, I was still here.
     
  6. loosewire

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    Under Pressure I No Surrender
    I Am The best Sender
    Given The Best of Splender
    I Yield To Her Gender
    She Is So Tender
     
  7. t06afre

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    That was fine poem Happy. I would gladly walk beside you or Fiona (long time no see) But not if you have this T-shirt on.
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  8. loosewire

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    Where's Cupid ?
     
  9. steveb

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    Ode to Orion

    The canvas that these stars adorn
    Is like a womb from which was born
    A warrior with weapons worn

    Up there every winter night,
    Carrying a sword of light,
    With purpose - though not to fight,

    But comfort me with constancy.
    Moving with utter subtlety
    While hanging like a tapestry,

    You prove our insignificance,
    And affirm my lack of confidence,
    In those still ruled by ignorance

    Of what your distant eyes have seen.
    For the past was not a dream,
    Yet still we sleep ... as if it had been.
     
  10. magnet18

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    A PSALM OF LIFE - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

    TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream ! —
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem.

    Life is real ! Life is earnest!
    And the grave is not its goal ;
    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
    Was not spoken of the soul.

    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
    Is our destined end or way ;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
    Find us farther than to-day.

    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
    And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
    Funeral marches to the grave.

    In the world's broad field of battle,
    In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
    Be a hero in the strife !

    Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
    Let the dead Past bury its dead !
    Act,— act in the living Present !
    Heart within, and God o'erhead !

    Lives of great men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
    Footprints on the sands of time ;

    Footprints, that perhaps another,
    Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
    Seeing, shall take heart again.

    Let us, then, be up and doing,
    With a heart for any fate ;
    Still achieving, still pursuing,
    Learn to labor and to wait.

    -I have this one hanging on my wall above my workbench :)
     
  11. Markd77

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    And as we wind on down the road
    Our shadows taller than our soul
    There walks a lady we all know
    Who shines white light and wants to show
    How everything still turns to gold
    And if you listen very hard
    The truth will come to you at last
    When all are one and one is all
    To be a rock and not to roll

    (Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin) :)
     
  12. loosewire

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    The conquest of the mind,the all comsuming thoughts
    of mentally going to symbolic war of all comers to
    protect the dna of his ancestors. The conscience and
    unconscience battle within to fend off all competiors.

    The conquest Included the capture of all hearts of
    the female dna,the battle of all battles. Only after
    that has been acomplished,the male turns to feed
    not only his ego.The hunt for nourishment to feed
    his soul and family.
    Loosewire
     
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  13. retched

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    For Sale

    One sister for sale!

    One sister for sale!

    One crying and spying young sister for sale!

    I’m really not kidding,

    So who’ll start the bidding?

    Do I hear the dollar?

    A nickel?

    A penny?

    Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any

    One kid that will buy this old sister for sale,

    This crying and spying young sister for sale?


    --
    From "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein

    Now THAT MAN is a poet. ;)
     
  14. magnet18

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    Wow, that brings back memories, I haven't read that since I was like 8 :D
     
  15. VoodooMojo

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    Folks are queer as they can be,
    Always sayin’ “don’t” to me;

    Don’t do this an’ don’t do that.
    Don’t annoy or tease the cat,

    Don’t throw stones, or climb a tree,
    Don’t play in the road. Oh, Gee!

    Seems like when I want to play
    “Don’t” is all that they can say.

    If I start to have some fun,
    Someone hollers, “Don’t you run!”

    If I want to go an’ play
    Mother says: “Don’t go away.”

    Seems my life is filled clear through
    With the things I mustn’t do.

    All the time I’m shouted at:
    “No, no, Sonny, don’t do that!”

    Don’t shout so an’ make a noise,
    Don’t play with those naughty boys,

    Don’t eat candy, don’t eat pie,
    Don’t you laugh and don’t you cry,

    Don’t stand up and don’t you fall,
    Don’t do anything at all.

    Seems to me both night an’ day
    “Don’t” is all that they can say.

    When I’m older in my ways
    An’ have little boys to raise,

    Bet I’ll let ’em race an’ run
    An’ not always spoil their fun;

    I’ll not tell ’em all along
    Everything they like is wrong,

    An’ you bet your life I won’t
    All the time be sayin’ “don’t.”
     
  16. hgmjr

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    May Life to you a slave e'er be,
    your will or whim to shape.
    May you from its uncertainty
    find infinite escape.


    hgmjr
     
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  17. happyganl

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    you and me
    here and there
    all the time
    happy,ha:D

    I like your poems:)
     
  18. Wendy

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    This one used to drive my boy crazy when he was 3 year old (it was a button sung by older sisters).

    Brother for sale!
    Twenty five cents,
    Brother for sale!
    It's not a big expense.
    You can hug him,
    you can bug him,
    Brother for sale!
    Twenty cents!
     
  19. loosewire

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    Happy thanks for your poem post,It helped me put my words
    together for a presentation today.The picture with the samsung
    banner did you speak at that event.It looked like It was well
    attended. You must be getting along better with that boss,he lets
    you travel. Good luck with the job,your english Is better.
     
  20. happyganl

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    good:pψψψψ
     
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