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Old poems, old writers.....
« on: Oct 22nd, 2002, 8:30am » |
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I have found again these things (after one year) and they sound me new as written today.
They are beautiful poems! Moreover, are written from four of the people I esteem and consider more.
I want to share them with those of you that never read them:
Fight
For each throbbing pulse,
For each tortured pain,
It fuels the fire,
It fans the flame.
In my head I scream FIGHT!!
Fight to the end!!
You can't take my life,
You won't steal my joy.
I'll destroy you one day.
I'll grind you to dust.
I'll suffer no more.
I'm a warrior in heart.
A soldier in soul.
This is my war,
each single day.
I'll never give up,
and never give in.
(Marie McCann)
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Calm Before the Storm
Sweet breeze,
I remember how you kissed,
brushing by in coolness,
a calm amongst the mist.
Now I'm lost in thunder,
seeing no way out.
Hoping for escape,
knowing none exist.
Could you sweep passed
through me
and blow from me this storm?
Would you pick up this knife
that shoves inside my brain?
Then the clouds of torture
could lift and show the sun.
Right now all is darkness,
right now hell has begun.
(Angela McCann )
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The Battle
I sit, looking eye to eye at the thing.
Make a move, I challenge.
Take a chance.
I sit in my protective gear
of hatred and drugs.
Come take a shot.
I can hurt this creature
more than it can me.
Take a chance.
I slide my nose piece in as I hop
the steed to battle.
"Come" I holler. "Come and fight."
The clops get louder.
The horse snorts get steamier.
The shadows take figure.
"Swoosh" goes my battle axe
as it's guaranteed defender
misses.
"thrash." the mace crushes my
skull
the steeds thrust forward again.
"Come" I dare.
"Froosh," It bows and misses.
Swollen faced and running tears
I call it back.I'll win.
It may have strength,
but I have timeI'll win.
The clops get louder.
The horse snorts get steamier.
The shadows take figure.
The mace takes it's place.
I'm off my horse
and the whacks take there
course.
"I'll win", I think.
I wear white.
"I'll gain this fight"
There is no need
For this trampling steed
to stay upon me and make me
bleed.
Time is done. Again I win
Give me a sec and let's start this
again.
(Ted Marcus)
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My Teresa Lee
ONE SUMMER'S NIGHT SO LONG AGO
I HAD NO IDEA INDEED OF HOW MY LIFE WOULD BE
ENHANCED BY THE LOVE OF MY TERESA LEE
THROUGH YEARS SO LEAN FULL OF HOPELESS PLIGHT
WHEN WE COULD BARELY SEE SALVATIONS LIGHT
SHE HELD ME CLOSE AND COMFORT GAVE
EACH PERIL OF LIFE SHE HELPED ME BRAVE
OUR JOYS WERE SHARED AS EACH WOULD COME
AND HARDSHIPS ENDURED ONE BY ONE
FOR GRANTED WAS TAKEN HER DEVOTION TO ME
HOPING FOREVER BY MY SIDE SHE WOULD BE
AFTER REARING A FAMILY AND FACING THE STRIFE
THAT COMES TO US ALL IN JUST DAILY LIFE
SHARING THE PLEASURES PASSION AND PAIN
IT'S RIGHT BY HER SIDE I HOPE TO REMAIN
WITHOUT HER CARING AND AIDE TO ME
IT'S PERFECTLY CLEAR THAT NOTHING I'D BE
PLEASE HEAR THESE WORDS AND TRY TO SEE
THAT ALL THAT I AM AND ALL THAT I'LL BE
I OWE TO THE LOVE OF MY TERESA LEE
(JOHN J HALLAHAN III SAILPAPPY)
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Re: Old poems, old writers.....
« Reply #1 on: Oct 22nd, 2002, 9:40am » |
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THANKS.....THANKS..... RICKY 
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Re: Old poems, old writers.....
« Reply #2 on: Oct 23rd, 2002, 8:50pm » |
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Thanks Riccardo. I missed this post yesterday. It was nice seeing A & M's poems again, but even nicer seeing their names.
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« Reply #3 on: Oct 23rd, 2002, 9:22pm » |
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worth so much. Thanks again. 
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Re: Old poems, old writers.....
« Reply #4 on: Oct 23rd, 2002, 10:17pm » |
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Thankyou Riccardo,hear are a couple of my favorites,
The Journey of life by Colin W Shaw.
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Life is but a shallow time between two distant stars,
like the passing of the age from the horse to motorcar.
Its only something borrowed, not really ours to keep
and when its all said and done we merely fall to sleep.
Life is what we make of it, life is what we will,
We think we live it to the full, we think we do but still. We never really know if what we've done is what we could, we never really know if what we've done is what we should. We never really know if what we've done is for the best, we never really know until we put it to the test. And if there is a god up above and he sticks to his plan, never fear of failures as we are only mortal man. For friendship is what its all about the great eternal plan. For friendships everlasting the brotherhood of man. We all may not find happiness but I know that I'm content, with what my life has given me I know that it was meant. Some people on this road of life regret, some think they have it made but yet. They haven't really found the things their searching for, they haven't found them because no-one kept the score. Like the movement of the tide that washes in then washes out, we must all try our best to ride our life throughout. And ride we will and side we must with good friends that we make, along this narrow road of life those friends we wont forsake. For life is but a memory of when we are awake,
life is but a memory of love and give and take.
Of lovely dreams we all once had that when they fell we cried, because life and death are lovers they bed down side by side. But there are some like me who know the score and can see the tunnels end, so when the lights have faded, remember me as a friend....
...........................................Colin Shaw
Posted by Jayne (152.163.205.67) on October 03, 2001 at 13:59:34:
That Fucker
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I’m not joking, I wish he were dead!
No lease was signed when he moved in
A down payment of fear was all he was offering.
I had no choice, I could not refuse.
So his dancing started with spiked tap shoes.
He makes a mess, he screams and shouts
And chews my eyeball then spits it out.
I beg for mercy, I kneel and cry.
My tears give him joy, don’t ask me why.
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I’m not kidding, I want him dead.
Sometimes he would leave for a short vacation
But now that fucker has set up permanent station.
He hates me to sleep, and god forbid if I have fun.
His only compromise, “go buy a gun”
I decided one day to try and be friendly,
I knocked on his door offered him
“tea”
“Drink it up while it’s nice and hot”
“Don’t waste any now, drink the lot”
Now he’s weak, my terror, for now, over.
Hard to tap dance when he’s in a coma.
It’s my turn now to laugh and dance,
And drift to sleep without fearing his Lance.
I hate that fucker that lives in my head
I would sing praises to see him dead
I have met other landlords of this merciless fuck
We pray for his death. We wish for that luck.
We started an organization, in hopes of getting him out.
There’s lot’s of us now, we call ourselves OUCH.
We have banded together to obtain his eviction
This is our goal, our aim, our conviction.
One day we’ll be free of that unwelcome tenant
We’ll throw his arse out on the pavement.
We hate that fucker that lives in our heads
We will celebrate one day when he’s finally dead.
WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME..............
When tomorrow starts without me ,
And I'm not there to see .
If the sun should rise and find your eyes ,
All filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry ,
The way you did today.
While thinking of the many things ,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me ,
As much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me ,
I know you'll miss me too .
But when tomorrow starts without me ,
Please try to understand .
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand .
And said my place was ready ,
In heaven far above .
And that I'd have to leave behind ,
All those I dearly love .
But when I walked through heaven's gates ,
I felt so much at home .
When God looked down and smiled at me ,
From His great golden throne ,
He said "This is eternity
And all I've promised you" ,
Today for life on earth is past
But here it starts anew .
I promise no tomorrow ,
For today will always last.
And since each day's the same way ,
There's no longing for the past .
So when tomorrow starts without me ,
Don't think we're far apart.
For every time you think of me ,
I'm right here in your heart.
I believe Pappy wrote the last one but am not sure.
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