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A Love Letter Received By A Wrong Person!

A letter intended for someone, received,
The post man clouded with confused doubts,
As the letter was registered, a sign needed,
When the cloaked person's same old pen signed,
The post man smiled at his pretentious friend,
Whom he knew for many months, the elf,
Changed into a seraph, fully made up,
when The sleeve was pulled up, wrinkles seen,
The same old name carried same old IC number,
He scratched his head with unbelief,
Why a person must put make up as old and young,
Even at his own home, either he wanted to impress,
Himself or fool the visitors who are unaware.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Special Delivery

The postman got himself in to a bit of a mess:
And he delivered a letter to the wrong address.
The intended recipient would feel a lot better,
When, in her hand, she was holding the letter.

When she opened that letter, intended for her,
Emotions inside her would soon start to stir.
The letter had travelled across many a mile;
To her face, it would bring a great big smile.

The letter was from a soldier in Afghanistan:
Maybe it bore news from her beloved man?
I am sure that she cried when he was deployed.
Receiving the letter, she would be so overjoyed.

The light blue letter had travelled all that way;
I was sure it would make the young lady's day.
From her boyfriend she would be dying to hear;
Receiving his letter would bring her much cheer.

I imagined the message written from his heart,
Helping to bridge the gap, during their time apart.
I pictured him writing, while rockets flew overhead.
She would re-read many times, all that he had said.

Holding that letter, made me stop and think:
With that soldier, I felt a strange kind of link.
Looking at the envelope, I held in my hands,
Her emotions, I suddenly began to understand.

I thought about the couple's mix of emotions,
During their time, parted by the mighty oceans.
I thought about how he would wish he was here,
And how they had both shed some secret tears.

Hearing from him, she would cry tears of relief.
I bet he signed his name with kisses underneath.
To her, the letter would be a wonderful sight,
And she would sleep well in her bed that night.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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October the Post Office Cat

Some thought she was a stray
That had come for scraps along the way
That might be left from the lunch
Of the post office staff; a kindly bunch.
But others knew her for what she was,
October the Post Office Cat.

She had a duty like any employee
To be on time and serve the public daily
And as any other as all know,
Had an official position just so.
October the Post Office Cat.

As soon as the walks were swept
And the doors were opened for the daily visits,
She found her space upon the walk
A bit removed so that none would balk
As they came to do their task or mail whatever.
October the Post Office Cat.

She often times was given the duty
Of minding some child whose custodian
Had business to attend
In dealing with the letters or packages within,
So she laid there carefully in the sun
Till end of day when her work was done.
October the Post Office Cat.

She was known by all who came along that way
Parking carefully throughout the day
Making sure that she was not disturbed
As she, her duties did perform.
Watching and listening to the sounds of pleasure
That only can be bestowed on one to treasure.
Yet adults knew not how to measure.
October the Post Office Cat.

On the post across the way
A yellow sign was placed on display
By the lady who ran the insurance office
Who wanted to be sure that others notice
That this was the path taken each day
As the cat came to begin her official stay.
October the Post Office Cat.

There came a time when she did not appear
And it was certainly a time to fear
That something had befallen this special one
Who worked so hard to please everyone
And the sign was removed so that all would know
That she wouldn't be there anymore.
October the Post Office Cat.

Then mysteriously the sign reappeared
On the post for all to read
Which proclaimed that this was the crossing
Reserved for the cat that all were missing.
And it's said that she comes each day
Although never seen by adults on their way
But the children know that she is there.
October the Post Office Cat.

poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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The Letter

She retrieved the letter from the mail.
Seeing the handwriting
she grew instantly pale.
She'd not seen it for many years.
Seeing it again brought
back the tears.

Not one word that he had said
was lost in her,
inside her head.
Things were good for so long.
Remembering them again
seemed so wrong.

The letter sat on her desktop now.
Staring at it intently
she knew somehow
the letter was an attempt to rectify
blaming him alone
or even knowing why?

Two months passed and finally
she opened it. Her heart stood still.
For she did see
words of comfort, but words of woe.
'I'm sick my love
but before I go

I need to see you. Can you come?
I'm sorry my love.
What's done is done.'
He died while the letter
sat unread.
She kept the letter in her bed.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Your Letter

I saw a letter lying on the floor
I couldn't help but look inside
Thought it was something that you must've left
Left there for me to find
All your words were on that page
All my dreams came true that day
I found
[chorus:]
Your letter...
Your letter...
It said you loved me
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that i would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter
I guess it just never occured to me
That you would feel the way i did
You kept the sweetest secret from my heart
You kept those feelings in
Though you never showed a sign
Give a clue to what i'd find
Inside
[chorus]
I was so happy that i almost cried
To think that you would think of me that way
It's like you took my sweetest dream
And made that dream come true
I would be with you
Always...
I saw a name i didn't recognize
I felt the tears come to my eyes
Seeing that the love that you've been longing for
Was another love, not mine
No, you never showed a sign
But it was right there in the lines
Inside
Your letter
Your letter
It said you loved him
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that he would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter
I saw a letter lying on the floor...

song performed by by 112
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Letter To A Soldier

Letter To A Soldier

A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.

written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved

poem by Harry Bryant
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Babooshka

She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldnt have made a worse move.
She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, im
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Postman

My eyes are ticking towards door
I am restless and rolling on floor
I have spent sleepless night
So much to loose without any fight

In olden days, the postman was prime figure
We will run towards him for making it sure
The letter must be delivered in our hand
Else it would be love failure with tragic end

She had promised me to write in return
I had seen in her eyes clear positive turn
She was very much willing and eager
I too felt the same and became anxious either

I heard the footsteps of old man with post bag
He was inching forward by wearing the postman’s tag
He was addressed as postman uncle
Very honored figure and known in circle

He is fortune teller for all
Good smile comes at letters arrival
No one ignores this gentleman but always welcome
As he is the medium for all good or bad things to come

He is the only one man in entire village
Known as calm person having come off with the age
Has spent entire life and ably managed
You can depict him as most wanted man on page

There may be many more waiting for good news
Some may be very eager to receive the dues
Some may be waiting for the quick reviews
As a whole he wanted by all and not by few

I still remember his mild smile
He had brought a letter which had traveled from miles
It carried my soul mate’s sentiments
How happy was I when received with those comments?

Even if I have to pay any special homage
I shall do it for him and inscribe as sage
No one can deliver the happiness and smile
As he does it for society and village as well

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's Crazy.

It's crazy how a person changes,
after you knew them so well.
It's crazy how fast feelings can change,
from heaven into hell.
It's crazy how I thought I knew you,
and you changed right before my eyes.
It's crazy how I thought you were the real thing,
then you pulled on a deceiving disguise.
Forgive me please, I've been a fool.
None other than a fool for you.
Your not the person I once knew,
but I refuse to change myself for you.
I am me and that's all that matters to me.
Now how long will it take you to see,
that i'm done with all the tears I cry.
This is 'i'm sorry' for the last time.

poem by Kayla Bryant
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Whipping Post

I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down.
But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The Whipping Post

I been run down, i been lied to,
I don't know why i let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that i've been such a fool,
And i have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't run.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pain

Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.

poem by Crystal Tutson
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A Wanted Person

You are a wanted person and,
You've stolen from many;
You are a wanted person and,
You thought you are rich from your theft.
The law is looking for you,
The people are tracking for you down,
But for how long will you hide from them?
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to sow a better seed than hate;
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to do the right thing than stealing;
One day the law will get to you.
You will be exposed one day,
You will be caught one day,
There and then you will know your mistakes;
A wanted person is what you are.
Like the nakedness of a chicken,
Likewise will your shame be;
You are a wanted person and,
The law is after you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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10/31/2007 Command Post Controller

I work in the command post,
You wouldn’t know there everywhere from coast to coast.
We work while everyone else is wake and sleeping,
We do things that help our nations safe keeping.
No one understands the command post because,
No one fully grasps what the command post does.

Know this though,
Controllers are at work even in the snow.
Holidays we are still here,
24-7 every day of the year.

I work in the command post,
Family I miss the most.
But I don’t gripe nor complain,
I’m proud to serve I have no shame.

Next time your working your nine to five,
Remember controllers actions help keep you alive.
When you lay your head down and asleep you drift,
Remember a command post controller is still on shift.

poem by Coreena Dejesus
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Ahasuerus

Once upon a time in Africa,
With snakes in the bushes to respect my muse;
And like Ahasuerus my friend with warmest regards,
But i have to post you a letter on this love.
My mind is made up and Africa is my home,
For the key words of the animals are like my muse;
And with joy and peace to teach the world,
But my respect is also for you all out there.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Couldn't Be More

A guy that is my best friend
That without him my life wouldn't be the same
He's changed my life
So drastically that it would be impossible
For me to be the same person today
Without him in my life
He has always made me smile
Laugh and enjoy life to the fullest
He has always been there for me when I needed someone or
When no one else seemed to care about my feelings
He has understood
Never made me cry
He is always there when I'm crying
And always there trying to comfort me
Trying to make me smile again

I love being around him
For he is the one whom
When I quit
When I’m done trying
Pocks me back up and helps me make
Those crucial
And make me try again
Or when my world is suddenly flipped up side down and
When times get tough
And I wanna die
And end it all for good
Right then and there
He takes the gun out of my hands
And replaces it with roses

Thank you JJ for all you have ever done for me
You have given me another
Piece of my puzzle
And another clue to the person I am
Meant to be
Just because you are a good person

Don’t change anything about your self
For anybody because
In my eyes
You could never be more
Of a man then you are today

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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People We Meet

It's weird the people you run into
everyday a new person or one from the past
simply amazing when and where
Libraries, stores, bars, anywhere
from a little hello or a face from the past
A lovely little chat can bring memories back
what we call the good ole dazes
it puts a warm feeling when you touched someone
knowing they remember you, you remembering them
finding out you have a lot in common
but so different in the past
social status changes over the years
but we all still find out we're still the same
money does change the past, changes the future
but touching a person's live can be endless
we were mean and cruel to some in our past
but maturity and experience may have taught us to be better
Hold no or grudges towards the past
look to the present and to treat people the same
people make the world the way it is
so we need to show the young the way
treat classmates, neighbors, strangers right
the way you want to be treated
they may treat you better back
for strangers we touch may be our friends in the future
make a gesture to someone and the gesture may be returned
love to touch a ole classmate's, neighbor's or stranger's life
kindness and friendliness starts with you
make day with a post, a hello, a letter
memories good or bad can make us a better person
meeting people one by one make me write of times we met
the stories we do tell of yesteryear.

poem by Michael Peterson
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Ramdas choi chang poem 00

strange are chinese poems,
They take a bag,
Open that,
Fill some thing
and stitch it!

poem 1.
I was good,
I had a good friend,
Beautiful girl sailed like titanic,
Our friendship was like iceberg,
she hit and sank!

Poem2.
I had head ache
She too had head ache!
we went to doctor, Doctor was
late,
She was cured, but not I, as she became my permanent
headache!

Poem3.

I was handsome thought I
was clever,
She was clever and thought she
was a beauty,
That is a best and wonderful
school, Now our children study there!

Poem 4.

He was begger on street
He saw a street dog,
There were some good biscuits,
He give them to the dog, it
kissed his feet, even if he was wicked and kicked it!

Poem 5.
Someone was in park,
A begger was also in that park,
Sparkling beauty entered the
park,
And man gave five dollar to
begger, when that beauty sparkled and blinded his eyes!

Poem 6.
He saw her, then smiled and
scratched his head,
She saw him, smiled and
scratched ground with toes,
Marriages are arranged in heaven,
But both never found that
heaven!

Poem 7

. One lost a purse full with cash,
Another found it and brought
gift for his girl friend!
God is great!
person lost the purse was girl's
own father!

Poem 8.

A person was in Too hurry
He asked people to cancel plane
ticket and give their seat to him,
Fate waits for chance,
One gave his ticket, The plane crashed, hurriedly all
went to heaven!

Poem 9.

He saw her, then smiled and
scratched his head,
She saw him, smiled and
scratched ground with toes,
Some love is monumental,
and when his head became bald, too many scratch marks were
there!

These are
Ram choi Chang poems by me!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Where Is She Now?

I once knew,
this person who,
devoted their live,
to changing the world,
but now I wonder,
where she went.
She had a heart,
that only would beat,
when she felt that this world,
truly needed a shining light.
She wanted to be that light,
she wanted to change,
she wanted to give hope,
she wanted it all,
but now look,
where is she now?
Many years ago,
I was this young girl,
who only wanted the best,
who only needed to see,
the smile of one person,
to brighten her day.
Now she can't even look,
at a single smile,
because it just brings her down,
nothing can ever change,
not in her eyes.
Her eyes were once blue,
blue like the skies,
but now her eyes,
are a dark coal-like colour.
She's lost in this world,
she's lost herself too,
I just wish,
she'd figure her life out soon.

poem by Katherine Bryce
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Mocking freedom in cagey avenues?

[Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.]-Faith Baldwin

Fallen leaves of Autumn
Covered the old nursery road
and I pick them one by one
into my pushcart!
Nursery was closed for vacation
A squirrel rested on a bench
and the swings were chained?
It's really hard for me to climb
The Post-office hill
with this nagging sciatica pain?
But I have to send this letter
to my faraway unseen friend.
Rusty coins not sufficient
for the postage it seemed
and do they accept my letter
without a stamp?
Anyway I remember the few lines
of my new poem in the letter
and I murmured to myself
on my way back;
'I saw my bald head
in the shattered mirror
and I threw the toothless comb
into the nearby muddy river.'

To my deceased loving Mother!
(Still through your far seeing eyes I see the puzzling life Mom.)

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Do Not Post Your Poem Here

Do not post your poem here
Unless you've something worth a say!
You must not waste a space like this,
For space can waste away!

Do not post your poem here
With words which make no sense!
Be careful when you post it here
That you use the proper tense!

Do not post your poem here
Just to fill a space with words!
A poem should be well thought out,
Was it meant to be absurd?

Do not post your poem here
If in cliches you would write.
A poem should be fresh, yes sharp -
You'll know when it's just right!

Do not post your poem here
Just to see yourself in print.
You're wasting others time you know
With such, self centred stints!

I wil not post my poem here,
This one does not exist,
But did I tell you at the start
That I'm a nihilist?

poem by Joe Hughes
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