Tag: rhyme
member name: Terry S.
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December 06, 2006 09:47 PM EST --
Do you pull off the wrapping or rip
Shred the bow, break the tape, or just snip
It's the gift that's inside
That is your big surprize
Unscrew the old cap, take a sip!
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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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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 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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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 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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December 19, 2006 07:27 PM EST --
These are the words to a country song I wrote many years ago. You may have heard it on the radio. And if you did, then someone stole it from me because its never been recorded. But I think it should be. . . .
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December 29, 2006 04:45 PM EST --
I wrote this poem at the ripe old age of thirteen. It was an assignment for 7th grade English. At the time The Beatles had already hit it big and you were nobody if you weren't wearing your . . .
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December 27, 2006 03:51 PM EST --
For me there is but a fraction
Of one wit
Of one freckle
Of one bit
Of understanding.
For you, a time of action with
One length
One moment
One strength
Of shear determination
. . .
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January 11, 2007 11:04 AM EST --
You're not sure what it's all about?
But I know why it's done
I wear my sweatshirts inside out
For me its more than fun
In school so many years ago
It was the cool thing to . . .
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