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I Used to be a Daddy Once

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:51 +0000

I USED TO BE A DADDY ONCE

My sons were born some years ago…

they swelled my pride and filled my soul

now their mother hates me…this I know

I used to be a daddy once…

They are smart and they are strong

I hope they understand that I was wrong

the name I’ve shamed…they carry on…

I used to be a daddy once…

Because of lust…I’ve a broken home

my heart is pained…I’m sooo alone

I cling to hope and clutch the phone…

I used to be a daddy once…

So listen fathers to my words so blue..

to your wife…your love be true…

dont let my story happen to you…

I used to be a daddy once…

to the one who nursed my joys…

my perfect kids…my loving boys..

who unknowingly killed me with feindish ploys…

I used to be a daddy once…

So hug your kids and hug them tight

thank your maker you’re there tonite

but because of anger…I lost that right…

I used to be a daddy once…

Now if only I could reverse the clock…

I’d be a better man…on this take stock

into sunsets with my kids …I would walk…

I used to be a daddy once….

So listen now and listen well….

forgive me mother…I’m here in hell

so learn this story..these words do tell…

I used to be a daddy once…

To be with my boys…hear me mother…

I’d be a good dad…a faithful lover..

to be true to my family…to want no other…

Just to be their daddy once…

I know my faults..please understand..

My spirit was weak..I’m just a man

to be with my boys…is my greatest plan…

Let me be their daddy once…

I cling to hope…I clutch at straws

I know my rights…I hate the laws..

so hear me now…please take pause…

I used to be their daddy once….

this is my story…of my wounded pride…

I’ve exposed my fear…it will not hide..

I was wrong…there is no side….

I used to be their daddy once…

Mike Laures – 2007

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THE LAST HAPPINESS

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:03:43 +0000

THE LAST HAPPINESS
Once there was a girl, named Youmna. She was so prudent and helping girl. She was leading a happiest life with her family, buddies and neighbors. She always used to try for make others happy. All persons i.e.; her buddies, neighbors and relatives so much used to admire her. She exclaimed that she was the happiest girl of whole world. She always yearned to make others happy as she was. Those girls who were elder than her used to ask that how could she manage laughing all the time? They used to ask those types of question enviously, but she always used to shun them and didn’t paid heed to their questions. Beside that she used to reply them in joking. Her best quality was that she never used to share her anxieties or bother nesses to others because she’d known that her buddies so much love her and she hadn’t want to sadden them. Youmna and her friends were so much jovial and never thought negative. At the time of study they used to study and at the time of playing they used to play.
One day her buddies planned a surprised party for her on her birthday. She wasn’t aware by their surprised party. At last on her birthday they gave her a surprised party. They enjoyed so much. At midnight their party was finished and her buddies’ leaved her house. Before arriving at their houses their car was accidentally hilted by a large truck and fell down in a river. All her friends were drowned.
When Youmna got a wind of that accident she offed her wits. She was stunned and started howling and busted into tears.
From that day no one again heard her laughs if any body used to try for making smile on her face, she used to start crying instead of laughing.
But she always used to utter “THAT BIRTHDAY WAS MY LAST HAPPINESS………..” one disaster curtailed Youmna’s life and then she left alone………………..

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WHEN I…..

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:00:47 +0000

WHEN I…..

When I think about you
Sun starts blazing…
Moon starts gazing…
Stars start jazzing…

When I think about you
Some thoughts come by & by…
My heart joys…
My heart cries…

When I think about you
Wind starts to blow…
Time passes slow…
My heart fills with sorrow….

When I think about you
Some thoughts take me high…
Some feelings turn me sigh…
Some reminiscences make me gay…

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DAY OF SEPARATION:

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 23:58:39 +0000

DAY OF SEPARATION:

When we last time gathered…

When we last time enjoyed…

When we last time joined…

That was the day of separation,

When we had no complains…

When we had no conflicts…

When we had no blames…

That was the pain of our separation,

Where no pain was more than that…

Where no heart wept more than that…

Where no one was departured like that…

That was the day of remini moments,

When the weather turned veer…

When the sky turned dim…

When the eyes turned brim…

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan

15 years old….

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The Hug

Leolark — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 12:17:39 +0000

I sit on the sofa, holding a mug
Then there’s a nose under my elbow
Of the dog that I love
He pleads with sad eyes
As he snuggles in tight
So I give him a hug and
Settle in for the night
My heart rate slows down
As I stroke his coat
Then I hear a deep sigh
Coming from his throat
At peace with ourselves
As night it draws nigh
Then his head it rests, on my thigh
In for the duration,
However long that may be
Settled, comfortably enjoying
Each other’s company!

George L. Ellison

ã 30/01/2010

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To Love Someone (A Sonnet)

Leolark — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 12:13:58 +0000

To love someone, to truly care
To worship every lock of their hair
To see those eyes and pure skin, feel deep emotions stir within
To have, to hold, love and embrace, feel your respect will not be misplaced
To feel the joy you have with each other
To be as one, now you’re are lovers
To be loyal to each other, whatever life’s travails
To be as flowers in full bloom, as your love prevails
To see the rising sun on each beautiful day
To let Valentine and Cupid have their way
To allow them both to have their say
To live life to the full, come what may
To let romance blossom from now to ever after
To love now and always your lives filled with laughter

George L. Ellison

ã 10/02/2010

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This world of our’s

Lou in texas — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:10:25 +0000

In this world we are in a hurry always to ponder and alway’s to worry, living slow and some living fast leaving behind thing’s that are passed follwing not! and following still.
our world or worry it is so filled, not taking time to rest avast but slowly wearing down our ass.
not carefully exploring abode,but working fast to break the code, we all in such a rush! never early for the bus. running and running for day’s on end and never spending time with a freind.
slow down a minute i must say, for life’s about learning how to play! learning about who we are why were here? and just how far? can we go in this path we exist! or is it? that our life is a myth? do we think we are just here? or what is the purpose we hold dear.
take just a minute in this day and time and listen now to my little ryme for life is full! of wonder’s galore and more than just walking in and out of door’s meeting a friend is always the best ! and shareing love in someone’s midst. taking time to share who you are while walking about or riding in a car . take time! to share your expereinces and time and enjoy the little things that are so devine.
take just a moment it won;t cost you much! to find new life amoungst all of us!
take a minute and this! i swear you could find true happiness and a freind to share.

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Reminisence

Leolark — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:16:52 +0000

The Pace of life can be so fast
Tight schedules can make one gasp
So given the chance I let the pores exude
The feeling of utter solitude
To take time out, let my thoughts just fly
Allow the day to pass me by
To go at my pace just for once
Ease my soul and let my thoughts bounce

Around my head they bob and weave
As all around me I perceive
The rustling leaves the trickling stream
The scented air and the sunlit scene
To look around the woodland glade
As the trials of life are allowed to fade
To think of nought but what I see
A falling leaf, a quivering tree

Many years ago it was all like this
We had the time we were at peace
But all that changed with this new age
Time sped up with each turning page
I yearn to be in yesterday
It now seems oh so far away
When we all had time for everyone
And looked forward to the rising sun

To set a pace we’d all enjoy
Each man and woman, girl and boy
To love thy neighbour as thyself
To lend a hand not keep to oneself
But the wheel of life rolls on and on
As we all head for the setting sun
So I take my chances so I don’t miss
My times of solitude and bliss

G. L. Ellison

ã 06/11/1995

This poem was written in the style of Graeme Edges’ “Dream” from the LP of the Moody Blues On the Threshold of a Dream I hope you like it!

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Recipe for a Smile

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:44:15 +0000

Things needed:

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.

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tis it life?

Lou in texas — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:00:14 +0000

Tis not what we seek in life ..but what we create,, for life only exist as shall you! too! venture and explore brings knowledge galore with smiles and frowns and sometimes misery surround’s , know that life stays never! the same,, keeps us all from going insane .
it’s all about movement and walking about that lead’s us to joy and sometimes we shout, love they ownself and love those you hold near… when life is a downer just grab a cold beer.
follow me not nor lead me ahead just walk beside me always and when tired on my shoulder you can rest your head

so many lay around in worry some just go through life in a hurry some fall down and some climb up ..i just ride around in my old truck living and learning and exploreing life to it’s best stopping at times just to rest in the life is knowledge abode… if you seek it then you shall find gold.. live not for the moment! but live for the end cause everything else in the middle is fun to the end
tis only as easy as making a pie! taking time to make it sweet and rise to the sky! the careing and loving you spend on such a thing , can bring you love and laughter when with someone else you share the same thing. life and love are like cooking a simple pie.. its the time you take to add the extra spice that catches one;s eye.. remember this always for in this world is a must, if you ere forget love will go abust .’copyright 12/19/2009 aka louintexas

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