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Author Message   Assisi Starlite Member Username: Assisi Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 12:04 pm:    Mossy Patina Walking past an old churchyard one day Beside its mossy entrance way Where stones of green felt lean awry Mid felty green lawns of May Seem from time to say This is a world which has become a world Where everyone gets to have their way Where everyone would do the same If only they could have their way Giving equal anarchy to all And so this is the new equality where everyone will die unnoticed Unwanted from neglect someday In a world where poets write words With melodies only lovers Hear fairly faintly vaguely played----------------------------------- ---------------------- A prominent conservative radio host recently declared on the air that he was sick and infurated because 20 percent of the country's population is totally dependent on the government for their livlihood.Why should this extremely rich and well to do man feel sick and infuriated at the misfortune of others? Is it because the real meaning of wealth in America and the world today means always being kissed up to and told how wonderfully important you are and how nobody can get along without you? So you start feeling hatred towards poor people, looking down on them, forgetting they are not rich and free to do as they please like you are. Maybe this radio talk show host should be death camp commandant in america somewhere. I hope these sick and infuriated rich and fortunate ones remember that the grave yards are filled with indispensable men and the world will someday get along just as well without them, if not better, because alot of people can't stand to be around them or hear them.   Poetalthomas Starlite Member Username: Poetalthomas Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 11:33 am:    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HDvdTXfut0&feature=player_embedded   Poetalthomas Starlite Member Username: Poetalthomas Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 11:27 am:    LOOKING AT ALL THE THINGS WE DID Here`s looking at you kid, Looking at all the thing we did. We were great young lovers. We got warm under the covers. We waited till we got married. Over the threshold, you I carried. A virgin you was before. But o when we got through the bedroom door! Here`s looking at you kid, Looking at all the thing we did. We were great young lovers. We got warm under the covers. We had a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout. We were on fire! We may have had doubts before, But now, like in a baseball game, We have clout. Here`s looking at you kid, Looking at all the thing we did. We were great young lovers. We got warm under the covers. For twenty three years, Our clout gradually faded. This was something we never anticipated. Here`s looking at you kid, Looking at all the thing we did. We were great young lovers. We got warm under the covers. Now that I`m old and gray, Should another lovely kid come my way, I`ll sing to her, ''Here`s looking at you Kid.'' ''Here`s looking at you kid, Looking at all the thing we would have did. We are great like young lovers. Let us see what we can discover.'' By poetalthomas © 2012 poetalthomas (All rights reserved) http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91214649.html   Silverdawn Starlite Member Username: Silverdawn Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 10:59 am:    sigh - nope - says i have 961105 poems and i don't recognize the titles   Silverdawn Starlite Member Username: Silverdawn Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 10:55 am:    I GOT IN!!!!!!!!!!!! (maybe will stick this time)   Poetalthomas Starlite Member Username: Poetalthomas Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 08:55 am:    http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91214640.html If you can`t open the link above, If it shows, try again, again, again and again till it opens. That`s what I did to open poems, and also to loge in. It`s like trying to get on the telephone when you are trying to beat someone to the winning call. Starlite is so bogged down with so much unnecessary things. They need to probably delete a lot of excess stuff as long as they don`t delete our poems. I noticed on Devin`s post. he has a long, long list of us telling him about our problem. I doubt if he reads all of them. If he does, after reading, he should delete them, and not let them pile up to bog down the system more. I`m just guessing, I don`t know. But I do know if I don`t keep my computer disk clean, it will get slower and slower. Keep trying. It`s probably the only way you`ll ever get in for awhile. I MUST OF DONE SOMETHING RIGHT Dear, I must of done something right. I am dreaming of you tonight. Dear, I must of done something right. I see your light, I see your light. We dance by the light of the moon. In my dream, we sing a love tune. We dance gracefully as we swoon. I`ll see you soon, I`ll see you soon Dear, I must of done something right. I am dreaming of you tonight. Dear, I must of done something right. I see your light, I see your light. If I don`t see you, I`ll be hurt. You`re beautiful in paints or skirt. My rights for you, I won`t usurp. I won`t be curt, I won`t be curt. Dear, I must of done something right. I am dreaming of you tonight. Dear, I must of done something right. I see your light, I see your light. Dear, If you say go, I will go. If you say stay, then I will know. Darling, on your face love will show. Our love will grow, our love will grow. Dear, I must of done something right. I am dreaming of you tonight. Dear, I must of done something right. I see your light, I see your light. Dear, If you say go, I will go. If you say stay, then I will know. Darling, on your face love will show. Our love will grow, our love will grow. © 2012 poetalthomas (All rights)   Poetalthomas Starlite Member Username: Poetalthomas Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 04:18 am:      Silverdawn Starlite Member Username: Silverdawn Posted on Thursday, February 09, 2012 - 03:36 am:    Look -out Teddy, Fred's at it again!   Silverdawn Starlite Member Username: Silverdawn Posted on Wednesday, February 08, 2012 - 06:47 pm:    Wonder how long it will take Fred to archive us again . . . . . For the Path Not Taken Tattered wings, battered by a storm With aching heart and spirit worn Wondering at the cost of caring Is that the cost of our love sharing? Living on the paths taken The safer path not chosen Beauty cannot exist alone Rainbows always follow a storm For flowers to bloom they need rain And darkness leads to light’s refrain Living on the paths taken The safer path not chosen Time draw our story to its end And our paths diverge at the bend My life's better for loving you I pray love made yours better too Living on the paths taken The safer path not chosen © Candace 2/8/12 Because sometimes we know where the less safer path ends, but we choose it anyway for the beauty of that journey. Sometimes as Anne Kolaczyk wrote, we choose tears . . . .

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