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Lighthouse

lighthouse...
tossed by the waves,
pitch black sky, no stars.

too rough to row,
holding on for dear life.
said a quick prayer...

my eyes fixed on
the beacon... my heart
fixed on you!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Is True Love?

What is true love?
Is it soft and sweet as a dove,
or hard and cracked as a stone?
Does it have a fixed form,
Yes, Does not a fixed form
or is it shapeless, and shemless

we are to laugh when we're glad
and cry when we're sad
and find someone holding my hand
and find someone holding my tear
and find someone holding my feeling
and find someone holding my loves

poem by Khushi throne
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Quick Is The Beat Of My Heart

Written by lewis mark
Lead vocals by james young
If its my time to die today
Please God oh make it fast
Balanced on this point for a year and half
I just dont think I can last
Theres a man whos laid to rest
The man who gave me my start
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
So please all you people
Dont you grieve for me
The blood in my veins is black and I cant bleed
Ive suffered the pain
And all I can face is the dark
Oh, lord, quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Now my bags are almost packed
The trains about to depart
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
If its my time to die...

song performed by by Styx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If All Your Issues Had Been Fixed

What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do?
What would you do?

What would you do?
When your ship arrives.
And your dreams come to life.
Tell me,
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.

When your ruts are covered up.
And no more 'buts' or 'ifs' are there,
To share.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me.
Tell me.

When your struggles are over.
And a happiness sparkles,
With your smile gleaming and it beams!
Oh, you've got to tell me...
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.

What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do?

What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Souls Together

Lonely as the wind i reach
Like a falling climber for you
Desperate pumping heart
Waiting to hit the ground
Without a sound
I scream inside and nobody hears
-But you.
Two souls as one i lay in the night
My gaze fixed on black
Where you once breathed close to me
Your eyes a beacon to my soul
A lifeboat in a deaperate sea
Where nobody sees me
-Please rescue me
Then you
You hear my thoughts still
And now as i wake from a dream
Sinking when you're not there
I feel your orgasmic touch
On my naked skin
To reassure me of the wonder of
fire lit memory
Of two people breathing love
That stars and oceans and tempest fierce
Could never quell
Two souls together
Where no word or deed could ever
Spoil their perfection.

poem by Kevin East
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Fixed Wishes

Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.

Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.

And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bob Forsch R.I.P.

His heart, like a knuckle ball,
fluttered in his chest.
A most unwelcome pressure-
he felt his chest compressed.

One week before he stood in awe
upon the mound at Busch.
Cameras flashed as he let fly
the ceremonial first pitch.

A champion in eighty two,
A Card for fifteen years.
Bob Forsch, A loved familiar name
brought out before the seventh game.

The first pitch that he threw that night
would also prove to be his last.
The Cards went on to victory
adding to their storied past.

A heart attack, the neighbors say.
Sixty one, so young, to fade away
God stole a page from LaRussa's book
in giving this starter a quick hook.

Last week, Bob Forsch, tossed the ceremonial first pitch before his Cardinals went on to win the World Series. Bob tossed two no hitters in his career and his Brother ken had tossed one also. The only brothers in Baseball history to accomplish that feat. When a starting pitcher is removed from a game early, before it has lasted long enough to be an official game, it is said the manager gave him a 'quick hook' Tony LaRussa, the manager of the Cardinals was notorious for changing pitchers multiple times in every game.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Established

Fixed.
Like a cornerstone.
Or a sidewalk one has known,
And made from cement.
In one's mind.
The placement has been established.
Pointless would be the argument.
Whether or not what one witnesses,
Does in fact exist.
Fixed to become established it is.

An invention of a gadget one has to have!

Fixed!
To remember it and not to forget.
A melody.
An impression made,
By something done that never leaves.
A relationship that begins.
With an acknowledgement felt,
When a union begins to not end.
Like lessons learned in our minds,
That somehow stick.
Fixed to become established,
An event that happens...is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

quote by Roald Dahl
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Something I Need

Like the hammer of love the moment that it hits ya
Like the hair of a dog the mornin after it bit ya
Like the rough edge of love when it cuts to the heart
You just gotta let it bleed
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need
Somethin I need.
Like a bath when your dirty, a drink when your dry
Like the last cigarette before you give up for life
You know I'm dyin of hunger, in desperate straits
I know I gotta habit to feed
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need.
Something I need.
Got you in my sights
We're gonna put it right up the middle
Cause I can do you right
You know I want it more than a little
It's what I need...need ..need
Like a black cup of coffee when you been slammin all night
They say I need to be quittin but I don't take no advice
You got me walkin sideways like crab in the sand
My eyes fixed in a permanent bead
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need
Something I need.

song performed by by 38 Special
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People

To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Yellow, yellow-
Surely there are such sights
In the many colored world,
Or in the mind.
The strange thing is that
These people never see themselves
Or you, or me.

Are they not in their minds?
Are we not in the world?
This is a curious blindness
For those that are color blind.
What queer beliefs
That men who believe in sights
Disbelieve in seers.

O people, if you but used
Your other eyes
You would see beings.

poem by Jean Toomer
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Floating Fence

Floating life
Floating fence
Floating talk
Floating air
O my dear, look
The sky is near
And the sky is fixed
Look, Our love is fixed
And it is in eternity
Respect love
Respect faith
We are made for
Each other
We are made for
Welfare of all.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Enforced With A Focus Fixed

Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience removing myself from limits.
And with the doing of this helped me to realize,
I depended on the feeding of my weaknesses.

And when I faced this doing to prove I could do...
With a self examination to improve,
I became enforced with a focus fixed upon it.
I had to divorce from my emotions then too sensitive.
And with a taking I did...
I took the oars to row my floating boat back to shore,
To never again ignore those obstacles.

Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience...
Distance!
And I became enforced with a focus fixed.

Divorced from my emotions then too sensitive,
I became enforced with a focus fixed.
With a focus fixed.
And with a focus fixed...
I divorced from my emotions,
Then too sensitive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grey-eyed mabel

I gazed on orbs of flashing black;
I met the glow of hazel light;
I marked the hue of laughing blue,
That sparkled in the festive night.
But none could fling a lasting spell
To hold me with unchanging power--
The chains they cast were never fast
Beyond the gay and fleeting hour--
Till Grey-eyed Mabel's gentle glance,
With blushing sense and beauty rife,
Bade my soul cry with burning sigh,
'I'm thine, and only thine, for life.'
Black, blue, and hazel stars have set,
But Mabel's grey eyes lead me yet.

What was it in sweet Mabel's eyes
That told me what no others told,
That roused the dull, that pleased the wise,
That charmed the young and cheered the old?
What was it held my world-worn breast
In holy thrall--unknown before?
What was it those grey eyes expressed
That made me worship and adore?
It was the pure and tender ray
That filled those eyes in joy or woe;
It was the beam that could not play
Without the fountain stream below;
It was the beam of simple truth,
Of Woman's faith and trusting Youth.

Those soft, grey eyes were watched by mine
With earnest, deep, and secret prayer;
I knew, I felt, my earthly shrine
Was found and fixed for ever--there.
I poured my heart one moonlit night
Into sweet Mabel's listening ear;
Our mutual vow, from then till now,
Bound each to each--fond, firm, and dear.
Our boys and girls are growing round,
And all give promise, brave and fair,
But one, young cherub form is found
First in my love, my hope, my care.
And why?--ah! why? My soul replies,
'She has dear Mabel's soft, grey eyes.'

poem by Eliza Cook
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That's What Jesus Said

Verily, you must be Born again,
This is what Jesus said, to the man;
When the Ruler asked, how can I get there,
The answer is when we're saved, heaven we share,

To those who don't visit the sick, or feed the hungry,
This is what Jesus said, to all the people in the crowd;
When you don't do these to others, ye don't do it to me,
But if you keep and obey what I say, youll be safe, truly.

Trust in Me, and keep your eyes fixed on me every day,
This is what Jesus said, to the lost, and to Peter on the sea;
As the storm blew, and the waves and wind got rough,
Jesus put out His hand and rescued him, and said Peace be still.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Fixed To Stick On Idle

And I...
Made a pact.
To get my life,
Back...
On track.
And still you,
Chewed me away.

And I...
Took all of that back,
To feel dismayed...
And from you I stayed.
To give you space.

And 'then' you appear,
Wanting me near...
Again.
But I'm not feeling it.

And 'then' you appear,
Just to let me...
See your tears.
Dripping with words,
Of missing me.

But my heart's now fixed on idle.
Without a throttle there,
To begin...
A re-starting.

Yes my heart's now fixed to stick,
On idle.
With hopes that someone else...
Will come,
With an interest to ignite...
My love.

And I...
Made a pact.
To get my life,
Back...
On track.
And still you,
Chewed me away.

And I...
Took all of that back,
To feel dismayed...
And from you I stayed.
To give you space.

But my heart's now fixed on idle.
Without a throttle there,
To begin...
A re-starting.

Yes my heart's now fixed to stick,
On idle.
With hopes that someone else...
Will come,
With an interest to ignite...
My love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Money Ever Fixed?

What has money ever fixed?
To stay that way and permanent?
I haven't seen it mend a heart.
Or put back together,
Broken or ruined relationships.
I've seen it divide and keep people apart.

I've seen it tossed to people alone in tears.
To let it drift away as they sit weeping.
Staring lost in emotional pain.
Wishing they did not exist.
As if this was a prerequisite to experience heaven.

What has money ever fixed?
Superficiality when pretensions saw that fit?
How about replicas of perfection?
Donated,
By those who wish to see themselves exalted.
Bronzed and worshipped.

The only thing that money does...
Is to prove it can be hoarded,
By those who steal it and inconvenience others.
And it can be used to manipulate with incompetence!

Other than that...
Money can not fix a thing!
However,
It may be seen to purchase another's loyalty!
Until it is no longer there to value.

But there to 'fix'?
It is not going to happen!
Although it will 'confuse'...
Not prioritize unaddressed issues.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pumpin' With A Thumpin

You can take a look.
And take that look away.
But my eyes are opened wide...
Fixed on you,
Like a radar.

You can take a sneak peek.
But on you my eyes stay...
Feeling myself getting weak,
Seeing you cross the street...
At a traffic stop!

You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.
Since the pumpin' with a thumpin'...
Has already begun to start.

You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.

You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.

You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.

Jaw drops.
Traffic stops.
And I can't believe my eyes,
Wide opened and popped.
And I am fixed on you,
Like a radar.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken

I believed the world was
round,
'Til I fell off the edge of your
soul,
Getting lost not to be found
Like you did not love me so

Not a tear in your eyes,
Watching my life I bleed-
And your soul black as the skies,
As I kneel and plead

My face loses luster,
I cannot be fixed
with a plaster

Was my love, to you a trophy?
Or an ingredient you used in a
ritual
To awaken your dead self?
I look into your eyes with a
brave face,
Holding in my tears, but within,
'Tis these tears I hold in-
That are drowning my soul.

© November 5,2011

poem by Isunge Mwangase
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Sure the fight was fixed. I fixed it with a right hand.

quote by George Foreman
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Fixed star

Fixed star is not motionless
Fixed star crossed the strangers.

We are here to watch only
To watch the fixed star and strangers
And by watching we may recognise
Who is who and what is danger.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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