Tag: poetry
member name: Terry S.
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December 06, 2006 09:28 AM EST --
Computer technicians fix stuff
That puts many a user to huff
I clicked on the darn thing
but it only says ding
So help me before I get rough
Try the Rhyming Dictionary here
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December 07, 2006 04:17 PM EST --
I cannot walk through a day without thinking of you
Your gentle way of smiling at me
The soothing way you touch
I cannot sleep at night
Until the images of you clear from my head
Until the . . .
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December 11, 2006 02:19 PM EST --
It's smart not to speak to the matter
"Does wearing this dress make me fatter?"
I have no replys
I know that is wise
Last time my head wound up flatter
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December 14, 2006 07:28 PM EST --
You had loved me long before I knew,
Before I understood what could be known.
I mistook life as having shown me love.
Oh, so wrong I was. So wrong.
To others I had sought to give my heart. . . .
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January 10, 2007 05:03 PM EST --
It is better now
The difference wonderful
You have become a woman
But I was slow to learn
You were patient
Wise beyond years
I was terrified of you
How would you be different?
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December 04, 2006 09:09 AM EST --
When did you know?
What sign did you see?
What caused your decision?
Where were you?
When did you understand?
What epiphany?
What reason did you find?
Were you alone? With me?
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January 04, 2007 11:20 PM EST --
Love Is A Verb
By Terry Sturtevant
It is easy to fall into love the noun
That great feeling we all know.
But feelings go up and go down,
It’s love the verb that makes love grow.
Love is . . .
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January 06, 2007 10:28 AM EST --
Soft touch
On my skin
I love your hands
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January 09, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
He wasn't sure,
And things turned over in his mind.
Was this the best cure?
He wanted to feel fine.
Deciding to go on
Might be the best course yet.
For this was not a con
Nor a ruse . . .
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January 10, 2007 03:12 PM EST --
Soft flesh brushing my lips
Soft hair falling on skin
You are my night
You are my now
Moist fingers caressing my hips
Moist eyes drawing me in
You give me flight
You show me how . . .
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December 07, 2006 08:08 AM EST --
I haven't a clue what to do.
There are limericks stuck in my shoe.
They grind like a corn,
I am really forlorn.
Woops! There's another for you.
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December 07, 2006 04:48 PM EST --
I clicked the right link and it goes
The page I did pick starts to show
I've checked other sites
They load at full might
When at Gather I'm Gathering SLOW
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December 08, 2006 08:22 AM EST --
This one rushed into my head faster than I could get back to the keyboard to type it out
I hadn't a date for the Prom
I asked - I asked and got none
So I got a six pack
And drank it . . .
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January 01, 2007 02:14 PM EST --
Natural, your hand feels in mine
Soft, warm and tender.
It finds it place each walk we wind.
To mine your hand surrenders.
Years like minutes sped on by.
Quick, fast, now gone.
To know your hand is still . . .
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January 12, 2007 11:23 AM EST --
Geometrical
Polyunsaturated
Hippopotamus
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January 12, 2007 04:21 PM EST --
Please have no fear
For the weekend is here
Don't make a mess
And please no excess
Right now I think
It's time for a drink
So here is my cheer
Let's open this beer
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December 27, 2006 11:30 PM EST --
Winter walk
Alone to talk
With myself.
Of years gone by
To friends that lie
Within the earth.
No cold air felt
Tightening the belt
On my coat.
My legs are tired
Thoughts . . .
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December 11, 2006 03:10 PM EST --
Joe's house was so full of brown mice
He asked a good friend for advice
Go get a big gun
And shoot them for fun
Now his home must be fixed for a price
His friends were . . .
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December 15, 2006 12:59 PM EST --
ANGEL
An
Angel
Sits atop
Our tree. With
Outstretched arms,
Wings white spread free.
Sentry to decorations bright,
Tinsel, . . .
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December 27, 2006 11:12 PM EST --
There is more to a person than just the soul.
Lips full with a seductive smile.
Soft hair that curls then falls.
Eyes that pierce a heart with a hole.
A voice that coos is likened . . .
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