t.mann wrote:
Did'nt mean to make you cry hun. The poem and it's subject are very dear to me and I wanted to share it.
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Did'nt mean to make you cry hun. The poem and it's subject are very dear to me and I wanted to share it.
splendid33 wrote:
wow......
fire- was very moved by that.... thankyou. x x x x
wow......
fire- was very moved by that.... thankyou. x x x x
WOW Fire that was the most touching thing iv ever heard, brought tears to my eyes 
Oral sex can be so fine
When you're in a 69
First you start to shake and shiver
Then you cum like a river
When its finished don't complain
Just lick your lips and start again
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In the Garden of Eden,
As everyone knows,
Lives Adam and Eve,
Without any clothes.
In this garden,
Were two little leaves,
One covered Adam's,
One covered Eve's.
As the story goes on,
Never the less to say,
The wind came along,
And blew the leaves away.
At the sight,
Adam did stare,
There was Eve's treasure,
All covered with hair.
And wonder came,
Under Eve's eyes,
As Adam's thing,
Started to rise.
They found a spot,
That suited them best,
A nice big tree,
Where they began to rest.
Her legs spread wider,
And wider apart,
While thrill after thrill,
Came into her heart.
The head of Adam's thing,
Peeked into the hole,
And filled her with passion,
Beyond her control.
Backward and forward,
His thing did slide,
And Eve's treasure,
Was all wet inside.
The joy was good,
She wouldn't let loose,
Until Adam's thing,
Was all out of juice.
Then down through the years,
People did screw,
And now it is time,
For me and you.
So pull down your pants,
And lay in the grass,
Cause I'm in the mood,
For a piece of that ASS!
When you're in a 69
First you start to shake and shiver
Then you cum like a river
When its finished don't complain
Just lick your lips and start again
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In the Garden of Eden,
As everyone knows,
Lives Adam and Eve,
Without any clothes.
In this garden,
Were two little leaves,
One covered Adam's,
One covered Eve's.
As the story goes on,
Never the less to say,
The wind came along,
And blew the leaves away.
At the sight,
Adam did stare,
There was Eve's treasure,
All covered with hair.
And wonder came,
Under Eve's eyes,
As Adam's thing,
Started to rise.
They found a spot,
That suited them best,
A nice big tree,
Where they began to rest.
Her legs spread wider,
And wider apart,
While thrill after thrill,
Came into her heart.
The head of Adam's thing,
Peeked into the hole,
And filled her with passion,
Beyond her control.
Backward and forward,
His thing did slide,
And Eve's treasure,
Was all wet inside.
The joy was good,
She wouldn't let loose,
Until Adam's thing,
Was all out of juice.
Then down through the years,
People did screw,
And now it is time,
For me and you.
So pull down your pants,
And lay in the grass,
Cause I'm in the mood,
For a piece of that ASS!
in memory of my friend rachel who died of a drug over dose last week
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
joel_tudor wrote:
in memory of my friend rachel who died of a drug over dose last week
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
in memory of my friend rachel who died of a drug over dose last week
From the way she spoke i could tell
she was not from around here
she spoke without hope only fear
i could sense pain and desperation
she was cold and crying out the end is near
in her mind she kept telling herself she was fine
she took the easy was out i was not in time
if only i saw the signs whos fault was it could it be mine
love u forever
'kin ell joel.....That was amazing!
A POEM IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me[/color]
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me[/color]
Young_Swingers wrote:
A POEM IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me[/color]
A POEM IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
Im here lying on my bed
Thinking of all that you said
I was your little princess
Your love was so priceless
You would hold me when I cried
Talk to me when I tried to hide
Just wanted you to stay
But you had to go, you went away
Longing for you loving embrace
Want to see your caring face
Feeling so blue
Heart aches for you
My core has been jaded
Your presence has faded
Peace may come tomorrow
Or maybe more sorrow
Have to move on
And try to stay strong
Time will not erase
Memories of yesterday
I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Now you are truly free
I'll keep you close to me[/color]
My dad also passed away 3 years ago, 3 weeks b4 i had my second child, doesnt seem that long ago
Sorry to all but I love the words but not of my own.
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.
I imagine both the following poems appear in this sticky at some point or other, but they are well worth reading again especially at this time.
Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Stormy you never fail to amaze me and touch me
This poem always comforts me when I encounter death..... just thought that i would share
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
