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Everyone has a story to tell. What is on your mind? This is a thread for rants, raves, original poetry or prose, random thoughts. All are welcome, no one is judged, only praised. Any topic- bring it here!
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Apr 9, 2009 7:47 AM
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Wow, Wax, that's wonderful! Thank you so much, yes, like Skor said, lovely, and true.
Great way to remember who we are here.
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A lonesome high,
a funnytime cry,
the blues
the blues
the blues
Cissyyost
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Apr 8, 2009 7:55 AM
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, Waxon! Lovely. True.
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Apr 8, 2009 12:12 AM
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Out here in this place, this remote sector of cyberspace
This small band of gypsies make their camp
In time it becomes home, and while, of course, gypsies will roam
They often return to their camp
And the visitors we get, in this remote part of the net
Well, they usually spice up this camp
Each one is a seeker, some stronger some weaker
We wonder, will they stay in the camp
But there is nothing to take, only conversation to make
Yet, sometimes we feel threatened in camp
Just how could their path lead to the place that it hath
Only the lost pass by this camp
Adrift in the sea, it?s the currents, you see
That bring frail vessels to this camp
And if some want to stay, well it might be ok
See this is a home; it just looks like a camp
If they knock at the door and respect our clean floor
We may welcome them to the camp
But if they burst their way in with a suspicious grin
We may ask them to move along from the camp
And if they resist, we?ll close our fist
We have run worse from the camp
What they are needing, we may not be feeding
It can get cold and lonely in this camp
But they may come around, in which case we are bound
To welcome their visit in camp
But much better is the plight of those that gently light
They may find love in the camp
As for me I may roam, but I will always come home
There is no place like home in the camp
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Mar 6, 2009 9:24 PM
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> This is my words...
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> Politics are over. The election has been decided...
> I will no longer hold a conversation on it here.
> This is the John From Cincinnatti board...
> Everybody here has got way off track on putting
> politics first. It puts friends at odds and leaves
> us all with a bad taste in our mouths.
> It has been forever since I heard the quote ( sending
> positive thoughts your way.)
> Some good poetry would be nice.......
> Lets get back to the positive folks
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> Jimmy I have thought about your comment. I would
> never want you to feel attacked for your veiws.....
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> Its like someone said to me today.....
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> What if John and his father are close........
> They just might be............
Here we go.... Tried did not work.............
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Mar 5, 2009 12:35 PM
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Who Wins
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Mar 4, 2009 9:51 PM
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This is my words...
Politics are over. The election has been decided...
I will no longer hold a conversation on it here.
This is the John From Cincinnatti board...
Everybody here has got way off track on putting politics first. It puts friends at odds and leaves us all with a bad taste in our mouths.
It has been forever since I heard the quote ( sending positive thoughts your way.)
Some good poetry would be nice.......
Lets get back to the positive folks
Jimmy I have thought about your comment. I would never want you to feel attacked for your veiws.....
Its like someone said to me today.....
What if John and his father are close........
They just might be............
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Feb 11, 2009 7:04 AM
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Hey! Good Job Myles!! That's nice, really nice! Fun too, makes me have a big smile.
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A lonesome high,
a funnytime cry,
the blues
the blues
the blues
Cissyyost
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Feb 10, 2009 1:36 PM
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Sting
"Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot"
Sting
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
When you're down and they're counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
When the doctors failed to heal you
When no medicine chest can make you well
When no counsel leads to comfort
When there are no more lies they can tell
No more useless information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between heaven and hell
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
And your eyes turn towards the window pane
To the lights upon the hill
The distance seems so strange to you now
And the dark room seems so still
Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears too
Let your courage be my model
That the north you find will be true
When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you upon your way...Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot
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Where there is love there is life.
Gandhi
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Feb 9, 2009 11:59 AM
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White sand, frolicking dogs, Skor with umbrella-clad drinks, all of us monads, sleekly tanned bodies rolling in the waves, cool breezes alleviating the hot rays of the sun.... am I forgetting anything?
Myles, reading us his fine poetry...
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Feb 8, 2009 10:32 PM
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On the loyalty of our best friends...
This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog.
Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.
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To err is human, to forgive canine..♥...Unknown
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Feb 6, 2009 9:03 PM
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> Today,a new friend has found me, but what is his
> name
> I glance at his tags, Killer it says, and his owner
> is Dame
♥♥♥
Myles..we love it...thank you
you have captured his spirit precisely...
and he does have a big name tag...
love,
Dame and Killer
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Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really. ~Agnes Sligh Turnbul
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Feb 6, 2009 8:30 PM
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I sit by the shore on this hot and lazy day,
when a white wolf like dog approaches, he wants to play.
He's been in the surf , I can tell by his coat.
In his mouth a piece of driftwood, perhaps from an old boat.
He stands silently in front of me wagging his tail
I smile and get up, he knows he'll prevail.
He drops the stick and lets out a howl
He shakes off the salty water, he don't need no towel.
I pitch the stick in the afternoon haze
Off he goes, jumping into the waves.
Later that day, we sat worn and tired
he lay beside me, the game retired.
Today,a new friend has found me, but what is his name
I glance at his tags, Killer it says, and his owner is Dame
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Feb 6, 2009 7:01 PM
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>>> It will be raining on my beach this weekend 
The darkened clouds are approaching from the north
Distant thunder rumbles forth
Surfers rush to take on one more wave, then another
People start to gather their towels and head for cover
I sit and watch the darkness moving in.
You are standing at the shoreline, I can see your beautiful grin.
Everyone else has gone their way
But you and I will stay to laugh on this wondrous day.
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