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Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , on August 28, 2011 by will

Wave of warmth heart swept my agony

Because you are my someone in the reef

I’ve been exploring the deepest sea

To find that you already here inside of me 

Wave of stormy sea wouldn’t never drown me lonely

Because of you, sparkling my soul endlessly

I’m now on top of the world, you see

To know forever and after…only you and me

Learning to Walk

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by will

Submitted by: Buttercup
Author: Sharon

Learning to walk
is not easy at all
I must get back up
every time that I fall

  • I get up when I’m down

That’s how I’ll learn to walk
Now if only
I knew how to talk…

book on a shelf

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by will
Submitted by: akuma
Author: akuma

tears fall when i remember
it was a month before September
i was outside having fun
not knowing what you had begun
the car driving down the street
made me quick on my feet
i ran after it as it went past
i never knew i could run that fast
not knowing the information the driver carried
that was back when both my parents were married
the car pulled up to my house
i crept up as silent as a mouse
i heard things i wish i never had
cause they were really badyears later i still wish i never new
then i was 11 or 12
i cant really remember myself
now i am 17
i walk threw school hoping not to be seen
cause if seen, some may want to be my friend
then they will know the truth in the end
the truth of my past
cause then i don’t know if the friendship will last
cause i cant take it
cause then i have to deal with shit
“I’m sorry” is what i hear
those two words i fear
for i hate people feeling sorry for me
I’m not the one who did it, you see
it was all him, the man i call my father
hes the one who did it, “I’m sorry” , why bother

i don’t need sympathy
it means nothing to me
i hide what i feel inside
bring it all out?…I’ve tried
cause what i feel
i can not heal
the pain inside
i try so hard to hide
the feelings of sadness, betrayal and hate
that’s all i feel at this rate
cause of what he did to me
though i know he’ll never see

my childhood wasn’t all that great
cause of what he did,settled my fate
so now-a-days i sit and i wait
till the day he returns so i can tell him his fate
the day when i can tell him how i feel
till then, my feelings are sealed

by now you wonder what he did
i think i might tell you, no fib
he burnt my home down you see
that’s what changed for me
he also did something else to change me
but i cant tell you sorry
for its so bad that i cant say
hope you can understand that someday
i know now you really want to know
but sorry i have to go
I’ll leave you all at this
though i feel as if something is amiss
that may be the fact i left almost everything out
now i know your going to pout
cause you know i didn’t tell you everything
but, there are somethings
that aren’t meant to be said
so please don’t get all red
so with this i bid you a fair goodbye
know that none of this is a lie
for it is the truth about myself
I’m like a book on a shelf
many stories lie within
just open me up and begin

Palindrome 2

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by will

Don’t nod
Never odd or even
Too bad – I hid a boot
Rats live on no evil star
No trace; not one carton
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
Murder for a jar of red rum
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Go hang a salami; I’m a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
A Toyota! Race fast… safe car: a Toyota
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Some men interpret nine memos
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I’m Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Do geese see God?
Dennis sinned

Palindrome’s List

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by will

A but tuba.
A car, a man, a maraca.
A dog, a plan, a canal: pagoda.
A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
A lad named E. Mandala
A man, a plan, a canal: Panama.
A man, a plan, a cat, a ham, a yak, a yam, a hat, a canal-Panama!
A new order began, a more Roman age bred Rowena.
A nut for a jar of tuna.
A Santa at Nasa.
A Santa dog lived as a devil God at NASA.
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
A tin mug for a jar of gum, Nita.
A Toyota! Race fast, safe car! A Toyota!
A Toyota’s a Toyota.
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
Acrobats stab orca.
Aerate pet area.
Ah, Satan sees Natasha!
Aibohphobia (fear of palindromes)
Air an aria.
Al lets Della call Ed Stella.
Amen icy cinema.
Amore, Roma.
Amy, must I jujitsu my ma?
Animal loots foliated detail of stool lamina.
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna.
Are Mac ‘n’ Oliver ever evil on camera?
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Are we not pure? “No sir!” Panama’s moody Noriega brags. “It is garbage!” Irony dooms a man; a prisoner up to new era.
Art, name no tub time. Emit but one mantra.
As I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Avid diva.

Baby Bab
Bar an arab.
Barge in! Relate mere war of 1991 for a were-metal Ernie grab!
Bird rib.
Bombard a drab mob.
Borrow or rob?
Bursitis Rub
Bush saw Sununu swash sub.

Cain: a maniac.
“Cain, a motor erotomaniac was Eve,” said I as Eve saw Cain, “a motor erotomaniac!”
Camp Mac
Campus motto: Bottoms up Mac.
Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic.

Daedalus: nine. Peninsula: dead.
Dammit, I’m mad!
Decaf and DNA faced.
Dee saw a seed.
Degas, are we not drawn onward, no? In union, drawn onward to new eras aged?
Delia saw I was ailed.
Denim axes examined.
“Dennis and Edna dine,” said I, as Enid and Edna sinned.
Dennis and Edna sinned.
Dennis sinned.
Dennis, Eve saw Eden if as a fine dew, as Eve sinned.
Dennis, Nell, Edna, Leon, Nedra, Anita, Rolf, Nora, Alice, Carol, Leo, Jane, Reed, Dena, Dale, Basil, Rae, Penny, Lana, Dave, Denny, Lena, Ida, Bernadette, Ben, Ray, Lila, Nina, Jo, Ira, Mara, Sara, Mario, Jan, Ina, Lily, Arne, Bette, Dan, Reba, Diane, Lynn, Ed, Eva, Dana, Lynne, Pearl, Isabel, Ada, Ned, Dee, Rena, Joel, Lora, Cecil, Aaron, Flora, Tina, Arden, Noel, and Ellen sinned.
Dentist? Sit Ned.
Depardieu, go razz a rogue I draped.
Desserts I desire not, so long no lost one rise distressed.
Desserts, I stressed!
“Desserts, sis?” (Sensuousness is stressed).
Devil never even lived.
Dial Laid
Did Hannah see bees? Hannah did.
Did I cite Operas Are Poetic? I did.
Did I do, O God, did I as I said I’d do? Good! I did.
Did I draw Della too tall, Edward? I did?
Did mom pop? Mom did.
Didi won straw warts. Now I did.
Do geese see God?
Do good? I? No! Evil anon I deliver. I maim nine more hero-men in Saginaw, sanitary sword a-tuck, Carol, I — lo! — rack, cut a drowsy rat in Aswan. I gas nine more hero-men in Miami. Reviled, I (Nona) live on. I do, O God!
Do nine men interpret? Nine men. I nod.
Do not bob to nod.
Do offer ref food.
Do, O God, no evil deed! Live on! Do good!
Doc, note, I Dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
Dog doo? Good God!
Dog! No poop on God!
Dogma in my hymn: I am God.
Dogma: I am God
Don’t nod.
Doom mood
Dr. Awkward
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Drat Saddam! Mad dastard!
Drat such custard!
Draw Kwan awkward.
Draw nine men inward.
Draw O Caesar. Erase a coward.
Draw pupil’s lip upward.
Draw Ward
Draw, O coward!
Drawer’s reward.
Drawn onward.
Drawn, I sit; serene rest is inward.
Dubya won? No way, bud.
Dumb mud.

Ed, I hung a gnu hide!
Ed, I saw Harpo Marx ram Oprah W. aside.
Egad! A base life defiles a bad age.
Egad! A base tone denotes a bad age.
Egad! An adage!
Egad! Loretta has Adams as mad as a hatter. Old age!
Egad! No bondage?
Elba Kramer saw I was remarkable.
Elite tile.
Elk rap song? No sparkle.
Em to Greg: Gad! A dagger got me!
Emily’s sassy lime
Emu love volume.
Enid and Edna dine.
Ere I saw Elba, able was I ere.
Ergo, a ogre
Erupt on Naomi? I moan, “Not pure!”
Eva use Suave.
Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?
Eve damned Eden. Mad Eve!
Eve saw Diamond, erred. No maid was Eve!
“Evil axis”, sides reversed, is “six alive”.
Evi saves God dogs (evasive).
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live.
Evil olive
Evil rats on no star live.
Evil, a sin, is alive.
Ew! Eat a ewe?

Flee to me, remote elf.

Gabe’s on a nosebag.
Gaby H.’s art saved Eva’s trashy bag.
Galoots, too, lag.
Gate man sees name, garage man sees name tag.
Gnu dung.
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Go dog.
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog.
God lived as a devil dog.
God lives, evil dog.
God saw I was dog.
God, Art! Name no pup “One Mantra Dog.”
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
God’s dog.
Goddamn mad dog!
Goldenrod-adorned log.
Golf? No sir, prefer prison-flog.

Harass Sarah.
Harass sensuousness, Sarah.
Harpo: not on Oprah.
He did, eh?
He nips; send a man Anan! A madness pin eh?
He won snow, eh?
He won! Killer! Rad Darrell I know, eh?
Hey, Roy! Am I mayor? Yeh!
Hon? I see bees in – OH!

I did, did I?
I made border bard’s drowsy swords; drab, red robed am I.
I prefer pi.
I roamed under it as a tired, nude Maori.
I saw a crow, orca was I.
I saw desserts; I’d no lemons, alas no melon! Distressed was I.
I saw Ed under Deb’s bed; red, nude was I.
I, man, am regal; a German am I.
I’m a lasagna hog, go hang a salami.
I’m a lasagna, bang a salami.
I’m a pup, am I?
I’m a tune nut, am I?
I’m a fool; aloof am I.
If I fret, fasten nets after Fifi.
If I had a hi-fi…
In a regal age ran I.
In word salad, alas, drown I.
In words, alas, drown I.
In words, drown I.
Is it I? It is I!

Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak.

Lag not, Eno! No gong! Get up! Put eggnog on one-ton gal!
Lager, sir, is regal.
Laid at a dial.
Laminated E.T. animal.
Late metal.
Lay a wallaby baby ball away, Al.
Leon’s noel.
Lepers repel.
Let O’Hara gain an inn in a Niagara hotel.
Let Omro open one poor motel.
Liam’s mail.
Lid off a daffodil.
Lion oil.
Lisa Bonet ate no basil.
Live dirt up a side track carted is a putrid evil.
Live evil.
Live no evil! Live on evil!
Live not on evil.
Live, O Devil, revel ever! Live! Do evil!
Lived on Decaf; faced no Devil.
Llama mall.
Lonely Tylenol.
Loops at a spool.

Ma has a ham.
Ma is a madam, as I am.
Ma is a nun, as I am.
Ma is as selfless as I am.
“Ma,” Jerome raps pot top, “Spare more jam!”
Mad as Adam.
Madam in Eden, I’m Adam.
Madam, I’m Adam.
Madam, in Eden I’m Adam
Madame, not one man is selfless; I name not one, madam.
Mail Liam
Maps, DNA, and spam.
Marge lets Norah see Sharon’s telegram.
Marge, lets send a sadness telegram.
Margot trades used art to gram.
Max exam.
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Meet animals; laminate ‘em.
Mega gem.
Mirror rim
Mother Eve’s noose we soon sever, eh Tom?
Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.
Murder for a jar of red rum.
Must sell at tallest sum.
My gay rub won, Star. Rats now bury a gym.
My gym.

Nail a tired rotini in it, order Italian!
Naive Evian
Name no one man.
Name no side in Eden, I’m mad! A maid I am, Adam mine; denied is one man.
Name not one man.
Name now one man.
Name tarts? No, medieval slave, I demonstrate man!
Name’s Abel, a male, base man.
Naomi, did I moan?
Nat tan
Nate bit a tibetan.
Ned, I am a maiden.
Ned! go gag Ogden!
Neil, an alien.
Nella risks all: “I will ask Sir Allen!”
Nemo’s omen.
Never odd or even.
Niagara, eh? I hear again!
Niagara, O roar again!
No “x” in “Nixon.”
No cab, no tuna nut on bacon.
No demerits tire me, Don.
No devil lived on.
No evil shahs live on.
No lemon, no melon.
No lemons, no melon.
No sir! Away! A papaya war is on.
No trace, not one carton.
No, I save on final perusal – a sure plan if no evasion.
No, I tan at a nation.
No, I told Ed “lotion.”
No, it can assess an action.
No, it is open on one position.
No, it is opposed: art sees trade’s opposition.
No, it is opposition.
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
No, it’s Abe Sebastion.
No, it’s a bar of gold – a bad log for a bastion.
No, Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon.
No, Miss Lianne draws as Warden nails Simon.
No, sir, away! A papaya war is on!
No, Sir, panic is a basic in a prison.
No, son! Onanism’s a gross orgasm sin – a no-no, son!
No, tie it on.
Nod off, obese boffo don.
Nola’s salon.
Norma is as selfless as I am, Ron.
Not a banana baton.
Now do I repay a period won.
Now ere we nine were held idle here, we nine were won.
Now I draw an award. I won!
Now I see bees I won.
Now I won.
NOW NO SWIMS ON MON (Upside down).
Nurse, I spy gypsies. Run!
Nurses run.

O Geronimo, no minor ego.
O, stone, be not so.
Oh no! Don Ho!
Oh, cameras are macho.
Olson is in Oslo.
On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil; a fire volcano.
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo.
Oprah deified Harpo.
Otto made Ned a motto.
Otto sees Otto.

Pa’s a sap.
Party boobytrap.
Pass mom’s sap.
Pets tell Abe ballet step.
Pooh animals slam in a hoop.
Pool loop.
Poor Dan is in a droop.
Pot top.
POW, ami! O’ Gad, ami! Go hang a salami, doc! Note; I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod. I’m a lasagna hog. I’m a dago! I’m a wop!
Pull up if I pull up.
Pull up, Eva, we’re here! Wave! Pull up!
Pusillanimity obsesses Boy Tim in All Is Up.
Put Eliot’s toilet up.

Race fast, safe car!
Rae hired Leif as a fielder, I hear…
Rail delivers reviled liar
Rats at a bar grab at a star.
Rats live on no evil star.
Rats paraded a rapstar.
Raw Novel? Lev on War.
Red I.V.? I derail Ali, a redivider.
Red root put up to order.
Red rum, sir, is murder.
Repel a leper.
Retracting, I sign it, Carter.
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil, I wonder, ever?
“Reviled did I live,” said I, “as evil I did deliver!”
Reward drawer.
Rise to vote sir.
Ron! OH! Sex in a Toyota nixes honor!
Rot a renegade, wed a generator.
“Rum… rum…” I murmur.

Salt an atlas.
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
Saw tide rose? So red it was.
See, slave, I demonstrate yet arts no medieval sees.
Sega? Millions! Alas, no ill images!
Selim’s tired – no wonder, it’s miles!
Semite times.
Senile felines.
Seven eves.
Sex at noon taxes.
Sex-aware era waxes.
Sh…Tom sees moths.
Sir, I eye Iris.
Sir, I’m Iris.
“Sissy as a nana” says sis.
Sit on a potato pan Otis!
Slap a ham on Omaha, pals.
Smart rams.
So Ida, adios.
So many dynamos!
So, cat tacos!
Solo gigolos.
Some emos
Some men interpret nine memos.
Soreya, say eros.
Stab nail at ill Italian bats.
Stack cats.
Star comedy by Democrats.
Star rats.
Star? Come, Donna Melba, I’m an amiable man – no Democrats!
Stella won no wallets.
Step on no pets.
Step pals never even slap pets.
Steven, I left an oily lion at feline vets.
Stop on no pots.
Stop pots.
Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots!
Strap on no parts.
Straw warts
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts.
Stressed desserts
Stressed was I ere I saw desserts.
Stressed? No tips? Spit on desserts.
Stunt nuts.
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus.
Swap God for a janitor; rot in a jar of dog paws.

T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad. I’d assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot-toilet.
Tahitti hat.
Tangy gnat.
Tarzan raised Desi Arnaz’ rat.
Tell a ballet.
Ten animals I slam in a net.
Test tube butt set.
Tide net safe soon; a noose fastened it.
“Tie Mandie,” I’d name it.
Tino dump mud on it.
Tips spill, lips spit.
Tis but a tub. Sit.
To idiot.
Todd erases a red dot.
Tons I tore his kayaks – I, hero, ’tis not.
Tons o’ snot.
Too bad I hid a boot.
Too far, Edna, we wander afoot.
Too hot to hoot.
Top spot.
Top step’s pup’s pet spot.
Trays simple help, missy art!
Tsetse’s test.
Tube debut.
Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.
Tuna nut.
Tuna roll or a nut?

UFO tofu.

Walmart’s tram law.
Wanna tan? Naw.
Warsaw was raw.
Was it a bar or a bat I saw?
Was it a bat I saw?
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Was it a cat I saw?
Was it a rat I saw?
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
Waste Pa, pet saw.
We few.
We panic in a pew.
We sew, ewe sew.
We sew.
Wet sanitary rat in a stew.
Wet stew.
Wo Nemo toss a lasso to me now!
Won kiosk. So, I know.
Won tons? Not now.
Won’t I panic in a pit now?
Won’t it now?
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Wonder if Sununu’s fired now.
Wonders in Italy, Latin is red now.
Wonton? Not now.

Ya, Decaf. FACE DAY!!
Ya! Pizza zip pizazz! I pay.
Yawn a more Roman way.
Yawn…Madonna fan? No damn way!!
Ye boil! I obey!
Yen o’ money.
Yo banana boy!
Yo bozo boy!
Yo bro! Free beer for boy!
Yo, banana boy!
Yo, Bob! Mug o’ gumbo, boy!
Yo, bottoms up! (U.S. motto, boy.)
Yreka Bakery.

Zeus was deified, saw Suez.

Names (top)

Zerimar Ramirez (actual person)
Zerorez (A carpet cleaning company)
Ogopogo (lake monster)

Places (top)

Glenelg (Australia)
Kanakanak (Alaska)
Kinikinik (Colorado)
Navan (Meath, Ireland)
Neuquen (Argentina)
Ward Draw (South Dakota)
Wassamassaw (South Carolina)
Yreka Bakery (Yreka, California)
Renner (South Dakota)
Semmes (Alabama)
Glenelg (cities in Ontario, Maryland, and Austrailia)
Capac (Michigan)
Kanakanak (Alaska)
Kinikinik (Colorado)
Lon Nol (Vietnam)
Navan (Ireland)
Tumut (Australia)
Ward Draw (South Dakota)
Wassamassaw (South Carolina)

Words (top)

Malayalam (language)

The Truth

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2010 by will

Never heard a word about you before
Never thought that love would grow
Never expected any one would ever win this heart and soul
Never dream of such beautiful love

only your words subside my fears
only your smile cast away my tears
only your kisses that I long to feel
only your undying love would always make me real

these are my devoted words for you
these are my unselfish need of love so true
these are me, my self and I given just for you
these are the TRUTH

Before I was A Mom

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2010 by will

Before I was a Mom –
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom –
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never been puked on – Pooped on – Spit on – Chewed on, or Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests…or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life
so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom –
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Send this to someone whom you think is a special Mom

And remember that behind every successful woman……
is a basket of dirty laundry