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To Memory

O deeper than the noontide seems when blue,
Conceived as of yet finer woof than air,
Where, as clouds form, folk cherished, moments rare,
Fitfully gleam and pass . . . romance all true,
Yet never real enough, thou wild deceit,
Drug us till we, no longer what we are,
Love as we loved ! . . . Reluming star by star
Night falls and tears with thy far glances meet.

Thou dream of dreams, which most we can retrieve
And least forget, for thee dramatic truth
Drapes in fresh silks the tragedy of youth.
Yet as they act, our eyes, once blind, perceive
Much those performers are too fond to note
Till phantom sobs catch in a shrivelled throat.

poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
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Fireball Xl5

Ive saved a little bit of money from christmas gone,
What with my birthday nearly due,
Im dressing up as guy in the shopping arcade,
Have you a penny for a boy named blue ?
Ive seen it advertised on tv shows,
Flashed up on the evening news,
My local m.p. said I should grin and bear it,
But Id rather go and blow her fuse,
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Let me tell you a little tale of naughtys,
On the estate I used to loathe,
I aimed 30 rockets at a shilling each,
You should have seen their front doors go,
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Let it talk cb
Fireball xl sitting in the window,
Just waiting for a match to come,
Youre looking so so sad in your pretty coloured frock,
Dont let that make up on your eye balls run.
I got my little lot of money from a cherished friend,
His name was piggy but he wasnt to know,
He hit my god-damn hammer like a wall of bricks,
You should have seen his pig tail go,
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Right on, right off!
Right off, right on.
Fireball xl propped up at my window,
Wondering what on earth its to do!
Now that its gone from the window of the shopping arcade,
Everybodys looking for a boy named blue.
Blue who
Blue who
Blue who
Blue who
Quack, quack, quack, quack.
Oink, oink, oink, oink.
Woof, woof, woof, woof.
Bridit, bridit, bridit, bridit.
Albert, albert.
Dont call us well call you.

song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Woof Woof

Woof Woof,
A little puppy whining.
A tiny tail wagging,
A tiny voice barking.

Woof Woof,
A puppydog running.
Short fat legs moving.
Drool dripping from a bright pink tongue.

Woof Woof,
A young dog sniffing.
Front paws scratching the tires of a bus.
Teeth dragging out some drugs.

Woof Woof,
A dog panting.
Contented after a day of chasing birds,
Now ready for a snooze.

Woof Woof,
An old dog wheezing.
Staring at the television.
Eyes closing slowly.

Woof. Woof.
An ancient dog sleeping.
Hoarse breathing shaking chest.
Final days laid out on balnket.

poem by Felix Lee
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Better in the Doghouse

Sometimes,
It's the wrong time...
To take your leash off me.
I prefer it in doghouse.
'Woof, woof.'
I like the service in the doghouse.
'Woof', woof'.

Sometimes,
It's the wrong time...
To take your leash off me.
I'm undisturbed when in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
I get free pieces in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof.'
I get that pity kind of kitty when received,
When...

In the doghouse,
'Woof, woof'
In the doghouse,
'Woof, woof'.

That pity kitty that I get that's best to me...
Is in the doghouse,
'Woof, woof.'
The kitty's better in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
I like it better in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.

Sometimes,
It's the wrong time...
To take your leash off me.
I prefer it in doghouse.
'Woof, woof.'
I like the service in the doghouse.
'Woof', woof'.

Sometimes,
It's the wrong time...
To take your leash off me.
The kitty's better in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
It gets better in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
I like it better in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
I prefer it in the doghouse.
'Woof, woof'.
It's good and better in the doghouse.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romance Bore Seduction

Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection

Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;

He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.

And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Deep Water

I'm drowning, I'm sinking.
down. down. down.
I can breath but not a lot.
I reach for the surface,
but someone pushes me deeper down.

I look up to see the waves above my head.
I'm drowning, deeper. deeper. deeper.
I can't seem to catch myself.
Help! I scream, but no one hears me.

Is it all a dream? I ask.
Is it only a nightmare? I ask.
No. it's real. I tell myself. It's real.

I'm going even deeper,
then out of the blue,
someone reaches in and pulls me out.
I'm soaking wet at first,
but then I feel dry all of a sudden.

All my pain, soarness, agravation, hurt, and anger,
he took away from me.
Now I am calm, happy, considerate, and pasionate.
I am eaisy to let it go.

I am no longer drowning, and i never get to deep.
I know know how to float.

poem by Regan Galloway
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The Goal Of Poetry

it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look

deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper

too, within
themselves

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Frosty the Snow Dog

Frosty the Snow Dog, is a very lucky dog,
From a surprise beginning to a winning rescue on MAESSR's blog.

Frosty the Snow Dog, knew just what she had to do
When her rescue came it wouldn't be the same. she just had to make it thru

There must have been a reason why it happened all that day
Out of five, she made the strive, to make sure it went her way
For Frosty the Snow dog was as glad as she could be
She was on her way, that special day, to make sure I would agree.

Woofity woof woof, woofity woof woof, look at Frosty go
Woofity woof woof, woofity woof woof, as she planned it so!

Frosty the Snow Dog knew the ride would be real long
So she played the part to win my heart, and sang her special song.
Frosty the Snow Dog, thru all the twists and turns
Of the road ahead, she made her bed on my lap to make me learn.
That I came down that special day to pick her up and save
From being in a shelter, to a beloved pet I gave.

For Frosty the Snow Dog, a mission she was on
To get a home & to belong, now won't you sing along!

Merry Christmas! From Frosty, the Snow Dog! !

poem by Candi Lynn
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If Love Was A Dream...

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If love was a dream
imagine how much joy you could feel
ectasy would bloom like a flower
seduction would dance like a star
if love was a dream
intimate moments would be colorful
like a rainbow of sweet nothings
flying into your ear, and out the other
imagine how beautiful your lover
treasured like a rare jewel
shining ever so brightly
tenderness does excite me
if love was a dream
would we float on clouds
dance with glee
romance each other endlessly
on a river of whipped cream, and chocolate
strawberries would taste so sweet
if love was a dream
we’d tiptoe through erotic moans, passionate screams
smile as orgasmic emotions overflow
like a flood as a river grows
breaks levees of true romance
no tears
no lies
no alibis
if love was a dream
we would be washed away
into tomorrow never regretting a thing

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poem by Ras Kdc
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If Love was a dream

If love was a dream
imagine how much joy you could feel
ectasy would bloom like a flower
seduction would dance like a star
if love was a dream
intimate moments would be colorful
like a rainbow of sweet nothings
flying into your ear, and out the other
imagine how beautiful your lover
treasured like a rare jewel
shining ever so brightly
tenderness does excite me
if love was a dream
would we float on clouds
dance with glee
romance each other endlessly
on a river of whipped cream, and chocolate
strawberries would taste so sweet
if love was a dream
we’d tiptoe through erotic moans, and passionate screams
smile as orgasmic emotions overflow
like a flood as a river grows
breaks levees of true romance
no tears
no lies
no alibis
if love was a dream
we would be washed away
into tomorrow never regretting a thing

poem by Keith Ricardo Williams
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I look at clouds

I look at clouds
which sails past
in the blue sky
and it’s almost as if white
is part of the blue colour
and maybe every thing here
is more pure

and yesterday and the rain
from days long
and grey clouds
have disappeared

and the sneeze
that comes
from lawn
that had to be mowed
even Allergex
Cannot stop

and it’s so different
from where you are,
where the air
is much deeper and dark blue
with things much more intense.

Maybe today I long
just a little too much
and look at two toddlers in pink
playing on the grass
next to the road

and I wish
that life could turn back
as it had been,
but I am here
and you are there
and now I have
to sit and stare
at the clouds.

poem by Gert Strydom
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My Romance

My romance doesnt have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesnt need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of may, no twinkling stars
No hide away, no softly guitars
My romance doesnt need a castle rising in spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesnt need a thing but you
My romance doesnt need a thing but you

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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My Romance

My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of may, no twinkling stars
No hide away, no softly guitars
My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn't need a thing but you
My romance doesn't need a thing but you
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song performed by by Carly Simon
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Waving to moments passing by

Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...

My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck

Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...

poem by Michelle Melody
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Dog Poetry

When the whole world's got you down
and the blues keep coming around
do not fear for i am here
and just for you i'll play the clown

i'll woof woof woof and howl
until i get you to smile
then i'll stop right at your feet
with a red rose between my teeth

poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Pictures

Pictures
By: Adam M. Snow

Capturing life with precious moments to spare,
With smiles and love and timing so rare,
Living on forevermore within frames for all to see,
With a child's laughter as precious as can be.
Capturing memories of a soon forgotten childhood,
And family moments that never felt so good.
A truthful memoir in beautiful display,
Of a family picnic on a newborn summer day.
To savor the moments of joyous proportion,
Knowing it could all end in distortion.
Capturing the moments of an infant's first step,
Or a Christmas morn shining with pep.
An image of laughter and joyous jest,
A friendship jokes what they thought was best.
Memories taken of a sweet romance,
Of two young kids at their first school dance.
Capturing life with precious moments to spare,
With smiles and love and timing so rare.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Finer Feelings

Written: stock waterman
The finer feelings, the finer feelings
1a:
You cant give to me
Anything
I couldnt get for myself
I have needs as much as any man
And I understand the feelings well
1b:
I can still have a true heart
With a free mind
A good life
With a good time
Chorus:
But what is love
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
2:
I get passionate
Just like you
But I have a little self-control
You just show your selfish attitude
Your emotion leaves me cold
1b:
Chorus:
Bridge:
The finer, the finer
The finer feelings
3:
(I can still have a true heart) it aint love
(with a free mind) it aint love
(a good life)
(with a good time) feelings
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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My Romance

My romance doesnt need to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesnt need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of may
No shining star
No hideaway
No soft guitar
My romance doesnt need a castle rising in spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
cause my romance doesnt need a thing but you

song performed by by James Taylor
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Last Curtain

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
---let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Greenfields

(frank dycus/shawn camp)
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
Sometimes, oh, I wish you were still mine
And Id go back in time and Ill always find
You in greenfields and youre layin by my side
And love was real and I could taste it
On these lips of mine in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
When I see cotton candy clouds up in heaven
I close my eyes and then we drift away
And Im loving you and holding on forever
There in your arms where I used to lay in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
In greenfields

song performed by by Gary Allan
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My heart is slave of morning scene

serene is the dawn and calm mind...
soft is the grass with drops of dew
clouds are grey on the sky blue
flowers fresh and trees look kind
breeze is never so soft as now
unmindful of all it's jollity and fun
heedless of all, it constantly runs
innocent buds will face it-but how?
birds are singing without any fear
using jargon take God's name
the sun is peeping through its frame
in such moments HE looks near
my heart is slave of morning scene
finer, fragrant, cool and clean...

poem by Shahzia Batool
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