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What is Life?

Life is measured in many ways
One is born with great expectations
But often life is fraught with many choices
Which often bring on exasperations.


If life were easy we would take great pride
In daily tasks and undertakings.
However, life is filled with complex decisions
Such that we are faced with rude awakings.


Some seek success at the expense of others
While others seek success by helping others
We all measure life in different ways
And march through life to different drummers


I prefer life in the role of a helper
Though not viewed by others as the life of a hero
I share my life with friends and family
Who can see my intentions like an open window


Instead of living the life of a hero
That requires you to ruin friends or family
Follow the road of a noble champion
That positively changes their lives profoundly

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God damn, BigO. I'm laughing and shaking my head at the same time.

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READY FOR LOVE

Take my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Kiss my lips and touch my skin;
bring out passions deep within.

Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.

In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you're nearby.

Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall.
I've been a prisoner, can't you see?
Break my chains and set me free.

Strip me of my armor tight;
you'll find I won't put up a fight.
Release my soul held deep within . . .
I'm ready now, let love begin.

(by Ruth Kephart)

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7 Cups of Tea
(inspired by a poem of the same name by Lu Tong (795 - 835 CE)

With that first cup of tea, my thirst was no longer wanting
But I wasn't quite ready yet, the task still too daunting
Maybe if I didn't listen, or maybe didn't see
I wouldn't have to face the truth, there in front of me

Through the second cup of tea, I really tried to accept
that which I knew was missing, and the hole that it had left
never again will I see you, or talks will we share
nor little laughs at silly things, like we didn't have a care

And as I poured the third cup of tea, my frustration began to rise
I just couldn't understand, and wanted answers to my why's
Just give me a reason, someone tell me what to do
A pure and simple truth, something to hold on to

But I tried to make peace, on my fourth cup of tea
with the loneliness and anger, and just let them free
the loss of a loved one, especially one held so dear
too far away and yet, in the thoughts always near

Slowly a single tear rolled down, and fell off my cheek
landing in the empty glass that once held my fifth cup of tea
these memories far too precious, to put upon a shelf
I will keep them close to heart, tucked safe within myself

So I poured another cup, this tea is now number six
I must and I will let go, it simply is what it is
there is no going back, and I must just move on
because I am still here, and you, my friend, are gone

At last I slowly pour, my seventh cup of tea
I take in a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief
And so I will sit, and enjoy our last cup of tea
a heart no longer heavy, and a spirit forever free

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Getting to First Base

Yesterday along the beach,
I saw a girl with pretty feet.
I liked the way she moved and walked
But then I found she would not talk.


I tried to use my favorite line
To which she responded with a fertile sign.
I found that I was at a loss
And then I saw her move across.


She touched me with her finger tips
To signal I should close my lips.
She moved her head in my direction
Revealing features of pure perfection.


With tilted head I moved in closer
Causing me to loose composure.
She responded with a gentle smile
Indicating it would be worthwhile.


Quietly I moved my hips
Allowing me to reach her lips.
I felt them soft and quite inviting
Things were getting quite exciting.


As I proceeded with the kiss
I felt that I would soon feel bliss.
Her lips parted in anticipation
As I prepared for eventual predation.


She parted her lips as I pressed forward.
I could feel her breath as it got warmer.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth
And felt some movement further south.


As my tongue moved towards her throat
I felt my Johnson start to bloat.
She leaned in closer against my chest
So that I felt the nipples on her breast.


I raised my hand to lift her top
But she signed her hands for me to stop.
We disengaged from our tight embrace
Which left me short of reaching base.


We straighten our cloths to regain decorum
Much like we do here on the forum.
As we parted I noticed her hand
It signaled to me that it was all planned.


She strutted her walk along the beach
To lure me in to be in her reach.
It was part of her plan to learn about
How easy it would be for me to strike out.

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Well Darn BigO...I stand corrected. Well done!

(I especially like the part about the Canadian wife )

I have my moments.

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One

Silent we were
Our hearts beat strong
Together they sound as one

Battered and bruised our bodies become
Our hearts beat strong
We stand together as one

Our fists are thrown in the air
And we chant
We chant with all our might

Our long silence is broken
In the eyes of MLK and Mahatma
Violence in our actions will be the death of us

We stand as one to fight for one
Others are granted this right but we are not
We are discriminated and we suffer
But no longer will we stand this intolerance

We are human
They are human
We are the same
Yet we are not

Our hearts reach for those willing
We are a loving force
A fighting force
Never a violent force

Until that day that comes
We grow stronger day by day

Until that day that comes
We stand strong
When freedom touches upon us

Until that day that comes
We stand as one

I am not much of a poet but this was a poem during a more emotional and depressing period in my life and it influenced me to write this poem. Writing is a nice way of expressing oneself.

I am glad that I am much happier with my life and out of that depressing period.

Also, I like this thread. It is very nice and can show off the creativity of the members here on this forum.

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Waves at War

I was sitting down on the shore,
Where seabirds cried above the waves at war,
With a sandy beach that did not care,
About a high-noon sun who was unaware,
of me and you, and the crazy thing that we do.

Oh, can't you see, it's you and me
That can change the world into the world it could be.

A thousand men, give or take a few,
Engaged in battle, it was nothing new,
Over property rights, the price of grain,
Their starving children and the lack of rain,
That fell, from the sky, on the scene of a bombing where a crowd stood by.

I wonder why, it's so sad,
That people lose their lives for what they never had.

While evil men, with evil grins
Believe their causes are worth the sins
They commit against a god who doesn't seem to know
That the homeless people have nowhere to go,

Except an alley, in some town, with yesterday's news to stop the rain
From falling down,

From the sky
And along the countryside,
And upon the shore
Where the seabirds cry above waves at war.

- An old poem, turned song, turned poem.

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Kindness
(by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater?)

When I dropped my crayon box
in rainbow slivers on the floor,
one person stopped to help me
gather rolling crayons (sixty-four)

Crawling on our hands and knees
we picked up bits of green and blue.
When someone else spills all their crayons,
I will stop to help them too.

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We dance around in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Robert Frost

Is the poem about religion, politics, or something else?

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We dance around in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Robert Frost

Is the poem about religion, politics, or something else?

Good one N2B. Never heard it before.

I immediately thought "the truth".

Dancing around it, making assumptions, and three sides to every story. But at the center, never changing, is the truth.

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I also thought the truth. However, I believe it is religion. We all wonder what the omnipotent One is all about but only He (She) knows for sure.

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"Me, we!" - Muhammad Ali.

The (formerly?!) shortest poem - Adam had 'em.

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I also thought for a deeper meaning, inner truth. Or self awareness.

Whatever is worn on the outside, and shown to others, can not mask what is truly inside.

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Cunning Linguist

For with his mouth, there is a skill,
that can only come from pleasure

very intense, hard and fast,
or light as the softest feather

He is a poet, on beautiful parchment,
for which to lay his verse

But tis not words, that befall his mouth,
that create the beauty of his work

He may hear sighs, or even gasps,
when his passion is beheld

More often than not, it is likely because,
his lust for love is felt.