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 Kinetic 

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I am Sam
Sam I am

That Sam-I-am!
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am!

Do you like green eggs and ham?

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
I do not like green eggs and ham.

1:57:51 AM EST

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 GreenFro Halo 

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The pig, if I am not mistaken,
Supplies us with sausage, ham, and bacon.
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

-- Ogden Nash

12:33:57 AM EST

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 )(urley Gurley 

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Marbled Imperfections

You could follow the trail of freckles down
The slightly curved line of my nose
My facial expressions could be traced along
The subtle grooves of my forehead
And you could play connect the dots with
The scars on my body

Call them imperfections or ugly
Something I should hide
David shows no flaws—he’s beautiful
Then again, Michelangelo made him out of stone.
I’m flesh and blood—I’m beautiful too.



it's copyrighted...don't even think about stealing it if you like it

12:31:42 AM EST

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 Not Steve Martin 

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11:48:14 AM EST

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 dulce75 

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One of my favorites. Author unknown.

Love's Risk

There is a risk involved in everything
Every time you share a smile
Every time you shed a tear
You are opening yourself up to hurt.

Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the closeness risk brings,
Side-stepping the things they can't understand
Turning away from those who care too much-
Those who care too long,
Those who hold too tightly.

There is never an easy way to love
You can not approach it cautiously
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away
It is everywhere, it is everything.

Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautious,
It is not sympathetic
It is unprejudiced and merciless.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
And brings them to their knees in one blow.

Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to be the other part of someone else,
Without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it overtakes you,
It hurts worse to be all alone.

The risk of love never depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it's in the total surrender of all defense,
That we, no matter weak or strong,
No matter willing or captive,
No matter what, we truly experience love.

Despite the many things love is not,
Outweighing it all are the things that love is.
Love is surrender without a loss.
It is a gift without the cost.
It consumes your every thought & desire,
Every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you
To do more than pass through life;
It urges you, instead, to live.

No matter the outcome, having felt love,
You will never be the same.
It may scar your heart & soul
And Leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life
To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.
But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...
For in all of life,
Love is truly the only risk worth taking.

6/26/2005

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 |_aura 

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This is one of mine. I could never think of a name for it. Its one of my best even though its a little bit depressing. My english class was doing a project & we had to write our own poetry. I already had quite a few already but 2 days before the presentation I came up with this one (thanks to the stress of late night musical theatre practices & rumors going around about me) I received really good marks on it too. I havent written a new one in years...

The weight of her world on her shoulders,
Broken dreams in her mind.
Untrue rumors & laughter
In a world that is unkind.
Trying to survive a life
Destroyed by peoples lies
& wondering if a best friend's love is hatred in disguise.
Trying to hold back her tears,
Holding back the pain.
They've ripped apart her hopes & dreams,
She'll never be the same.
All she can do is hang her head
& live another day.
With broken dreams & rumors
Trying to block her way.

6/26/2005

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 Howard K. Bannister 

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for next time: talk to all pretty women,
especially the happy ones. make words
your worst obsession. learn all that you've heard.
make nothing habit. well, except grooming,
granola, and compassion. don't give in
to extremes: the center actually holds
just fine. live your life in slant rhyme. suppose
you only know that which you don't. depend
on friends. enjamb your love. and do not fear.
ever. the rest of them already sick
with it, they will forget. also, on moods:
don't have them. and fail to be insecure
if failure is your thing. remember this.
do all you can, and cherish what you do.

-charles francis

6/26/2005

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 Rachel197 

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That works, huh? Simple, but I wouldn't have thought of that.

6/26/2005

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 GreenFro Halo 

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"I'm wishing again for a way to bookmark the posts I like..."

Well... you could always use the bookmark feature in your browser. ;)

6/26/2005

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 mukaatil 

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i'll finish sirlancelot's poem...

(on the stall in a public restroom)

the other day i took a chance
i tried to fart but crapped my pants
but now i sit all broken hearted
i tried to crap but only farted

6/26/2005

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 Rachel197 

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Those are nice. Now I'm wishing again for a way to bookmark the posts I like...

6/26/2005

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 GreenFro Halo 

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Using a cobbler's shoe last
I found one summer at a yard sale,
and the heavy leather uppers
from cast off boots, a jigsaw,
some wood, an awl and thread,
and a few evenings sitting alone
thinking of you, I have fashioned
a pair of red valentine shoes
with heart-shaped heels.
Look for my tracks on your doorstep
where I stood with sore feet
through the evening, too timid to knock.

-- Ted Kooser

6/26/2005

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 Free Lance 

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i read this once on an outhouse door at a father son outing....

Here i sit all broken hearted
tried to *crap but only farted

*edited for content

6/26/2005

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 Red Janus 

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LOL...that was funny...but in attempt to make this thread at LEAST semi-serious...i'll post one of my other poems...

"So I Weep"

A twinkling star's death
is a sad thing to behold.
To see a gem in the night sky
fall from it's heavenly place
gives good cause to weep.

What makes something,
so full of promise and life
a tragedy when it tumbles earth ward?
It's a question that gives good cause to weep.

When I met you
You twinkled in my eye
I admired you and
when I looked at you
my eyes go towards the sky

That was then
and when I see you now
you fell from grace
gone from that heavenly place

It seems that even a young boy
couldn't catch himself in the rye
You suffered the same fate
and It gives me good cause to weep
So I weep...

6/26/2005

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 Free Lance 

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a peach is a peach
a plum is a plum
a kiss isn't a kiss,
without some tongue
so open your mouth
and close your eyes
and give your tongue
some exercise

6/26/2005

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 Red Janus 

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Stand right up folks and bravely post your poems! It can even be poems of your favorite poet. Also feedback would be nice for those who have posted thier orignal works.

I'll start with a humorous one that I composed on the spot and read it out loud at poetry contest at BYU...(and won too).

NCMOS
At BYU it is taboo
We all do it-even at Hoagle Zoo
We make out at movies, in the living room or front of Macy’s
Yesterday it was Jane, Tonight it will be Amy, Tomorrow will be Lacy.
So let me give you some tips
Just go ahead and lock your lips
Yes...
At BYU its taboo
But let’s agree—it’s good for me and you

6/26/2005

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