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    THE MAP BOOK

    Once there was a man
    Who had a map book in his hand
    Because of pride and arrogance
    He would not even take a glance

    His life took him down many a road
    Through lands of warmth and some of cold
    wrong turns here and lost while there
    He tried so hard but could not fare

    Then one day a good friend said
    "Why don't you try the book instead?"
    He sheepishly opened it and stared
    Oh my God, He really cared

    Jesus now is his guide and friend
    A true love and friendship without end
    Though he still climbs a hill or valley
    He won't be caught in a back alley

    The man lead his family by the book
    They lived like a tree next to the brook
    Healthy and fruitful and full of life
    What a change from all that strife

    When he passed on and was dead
    What a great man they all said
    He's in heaven now without a doubt
    Please join the team and don't miss out

    Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
    Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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    All Our Poetry

    OPPOSITES

    Do opposites attract, they say
    Me thinks repel as easily

    Oh, how to find the common ground
    Where both are blessed and peace is found

    I want to love wholeheartedly
    Not feeling used or left, you see

    How can I get my point across
    Without me sounding like the boss

    Dear God I don't know what to do
    Please help me pray and look to you

    I need your wisdom and your grace
    But most of all your love in place

    I hold my marriage very dear
    So I'll push on and persevere

    I thank you Lord for guiding me
    And for my wife your love to see

    Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
    Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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    • #3
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      Lay Me To Rest

      The islands call me back
      Far across the sea
      The place of my birth
      Now, death shall I be
      To return once again
      To the island's beauty.

      Lay me to rest
      Family, friends abound
      No crying, no fuss
      Please laugh and yeah, talk out loud
      Remember me kindly, please be true
      What stood out the most
      My NO FEAR ATTITUDE!

      So please don't cry
      Be happy and joyous for me
      It is all I ask
      For as you lay me to rest
      In my grave to sleep
      Till JESUS comes back
      I'm already at least FREE!

      Upon his return, I look forward
      To see you all again...God Bless Thee!

      written by Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule
      Be AKAMAI ~ KOKUA Hawai`i!
      Philippians 4:13 --- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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      • #4
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        There was a young woman from Venus...

        What? Oh. Sorry.

        There was a sweet lass from Nantucket...

        What? Original works? Never mind, then.

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        • #5
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          MODERATION

          I've tried out both extremes
          Neither was the answer
          want to find what it means
          Instead of just a blur

          How to live happiness
          and feel I've found my place
          Rise above all the mess
          And not fall on my face

          Hope my wife understands
          I want to please her too
          Need to be who I ams
          And can't live in a zoo

          Can I please live my life
          The way I know I should
          Loving man to my wife
          And living life for good

          Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
          Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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          • #6
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            Auntie Pupule, That's ME!

            So much to say
            Yet, so little time
            Death at my doorway
            But I look fine

            My visitors come everynight
            Angels of God, to visit
            To make me laugh and play
            Reassuring me, not to be afraid
            When it comes my day

            I keep things to myself
            Try my best as can be
            For when told to others
            They say, "she crazy, pupule!"
            Eh, I'm just me.

            So it's here I express
            As I do @ Lynn's Lair.com
            Cause here no one judges
            Everyone just having fun!

            Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule
            Be AKAMAI ~ KOKUA Hawai`i!
            Philippians 4:13 --- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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            • #7
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              I AM THANKFUL...

              I am thankful to you Lord
              For always bringing me through
              Your blood for me You have poured
              I believed and now feel new

              There's that time I should have died
              But I felt you hold my hand
              Sorry for the times I lied
              Or not doing what You planned

              Help me to seek You in prayer
              And not to shirk my service
              To have a heart with true care
              And to no longer be nervous

              I thank You again, Jesus
              Also for living in my heart
              No words could ever express
              The overflowing of my cart

              Author: Jeffry Ruddy
              Last edited by Menehune Man; May 28, 2005, 02:16 PM.
              Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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              • #8
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                American flag

                A light coated fabric, covered in colorful stripes that seem to run thru,
                blaring with stars set at the corner, sparkling in free flow, like a river in the gold of morning light. Taken down before the last rays of Dusk.
                to be risen again the following morning.

                An enemy that has converted many untamed lands into worlds of cities,
                Destroyed Nature's Wild life and Forest to make room for business.
                Converted Dirt and fertile soil into paved roads, stretching miles and miles long. Introduced Sickness and Disease unheard of.
                Where once Native Tribes and Villages thrived with the animals.
                Enslaved and sold black slaves for labour. Ilegally overthrowing an Island Nation and in it became freedom, or was it venom?

                This Fabric which cost human lives on the battlefield, and torn famillies apart. Yet in reverence I am silent and thoughtful of my fallen Americans.
                This banner I write about allows me to speak and write anything in my mind even if it seems anti-patriotic.

                Is it a blessing or a curse? I have rights as man as a citizen of this nation and a duty to protect every being who is or isn't apart of it. So it is a blessing. I am not running for my life from a Military Militia, nor am I afraid. I have a job, a home, a car, food in my belly and most importantly I think, I am at peace.
                A Warrior does not give up on what he loves he finds the love in what he does.

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                • #9
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                  The Value Of A Dollar?

                  Coins jingle, loudly in the purse,
                  Proudly and handsomely like a decorated ornament.
                  Not everything inside the small change holder carries so much as worth.
                  Except for maybe these four American Quarters.
                  To buy a cold can of Soda from the machine.
                  And gone it will be except maybe a quarter.
                  What is the value of a dollar?
                  If I cannot buy food, or celebrate with it?
                  If it doesn't last for a little while,
                  If I cannot hold on to it for a single second,
                  Before feeling it's warmth and protection slip away from my eager grasp?
                  Do I disgard it so easily on useless items such as candy and soda?
                  Oh the days when a dollar didn't come so freely and easily,
                  and wasn't treated any less.
                  When blood sweat and tears earned every penny.
                  and was gladly and gratefully accepted.
                  Coins jingle, softly in the crowd of thousands and hundred dollars.
                  In some countries, no doubt poor and desolate,
                  we'd eat like kings and still have enough for the following day.
                  What is the dollar bill worth if I cannot fuel up my car?
                  Buy a round of drinks for the guys after a long day's work.
                  Why do old men stop to pick a rusted dime lying on the floor,
                  As if it were more.
                  When it doesn't contribute to their retirement lining at their door.
                  And by taking it does it make them any richer than they are now?
                  Or are they that desperate?
                  With all these question that flicker in and out I remeber:
                  One hundred pennies make a dollar
                  And every dollar adds up to make a hundred or possibly more.
                  A lesson my Aunty taught me before she passed on
                  Less I forget the real value of a dollar
                  It's fotune is useless
                  A Warrior does not give up on what he loves he finds the love in what he does.

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                  • #10
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                    "RENT A BOAT"

                    As I sit here by the docks
                    Sorting through all my thoughts
                    I have a want, to explore
                    But want a steady even more

                    (This is an old poem that came back to mind)

                    Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
                    Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                    • #11
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                      I'VE HID MY HEART

                      I'm now forty-two going on three
                      And feeling a bit off you see
                      Some would say it's a mid-life crisis
                      That'd be stating it the nicest

                      I think the truth of the matter be...
                      That I've hid my heart far from me
                      Men were meant to be wild and strong
                      But when we are we're told we're wrong

                      Thought the hole in my chest could be filled
                      Everything I put only spilled
                      When asking my wife to tag along
                      She is singing another song

                      Find the test is the challenge I have
                      Need proving myself more than salve
                      I don't know that I have what it takes
                      So when pressured I get the shakes

                      I'm not to depend on anyone
                      Check James Dean, John Wayne or Jason
                      We are dependant, made us that way
                      God help me find my heart today

                      Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2
                      Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                      • #12
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                        D Day

                        3 million men eager to win the war on oppression.
                        Held their breaths at bay,
                        Relieved by the aching weather report.
                        By luck they skipped a day.
                        As Nazi's set up their bunker and war machines
                        A few feet high above the beach in Normandy.

                        When morning came that tragic day,
                        Young soldiers not older than teenagers,
                        Met their fate in the air, water, and on the land.
                        Driven by small boats filled with platoons.
                        Upon thousands sped to the shore.
                        With Skipping hearts filled with adrenaline.
                        Though none were prepared for the gore.
                        Nor where they aware of what awaited them at the beach.
                        When the rampart door lowered.
                        High-ranking Officers were the first to die.
                        When bullets soared accurately taking their lives.
                        While bombs moped up the rest, who survived the mess.
                        Only the the brave few made it safely to the beach with limbs intact.

                        Planes Dropped troops above their marks.
                        While the airborne glided their parachutes,
                        Thru a hornets nest,
                        Dodging volcano's of erupting shrapnel,
                        And skittering bullets.

                        Who were these brave men who showed valor in the skies.
                        Who were these brave men who sailed into the deepest part of hell?
                        Who's future were unheard of.
                        Who showed no fear and held out to the end.
                        Who's grave's we honor 60 years since that horrific day on D Day

                        Peter Littlejohn/June 6, 2005
                        A Warrior does not give up on what he loves he finds the love in what he does.

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                        • #13
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                          Light House

                          A crack of glimmering light unshielded and unprotected.
                          Thrusting her oars into the darkening night in hopes of being detected.
                          Guiding cattle of un-herded boats safely away from the rocky cove.
                          Lit up like a candle, as tall as a spire in a castle.
                          Peacefully waiting out the eye of the storm,
                          cemented and woven into the ground.

                          By day she rest putting her radiant eye to sleep.
                          Standing erect high above the world for safekeeping.
                          Where shallow waves break upon the rocks sweeping away debris.
                          A wonder to it's testament, she boldly guards her post.
                          Regarded by most as a scenic route, by night a safety precaution.

                          Bolts of anger and depression, sadness tension and confusion.
                          That dwells in the heart of many like lost ships.
                          Look to the light tower as an answer, and inspiration.
                          Easing their contention as a distant symbol of hope.
                          As breaths are taken away.
                          Saved a stranded boat and touched a heart from going astray.
                          She did her duty for the day.

                          Peter/ June 6, 2005
                          A Warrior does not give up on what he loves he finds the love in what he does.

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                          • #14
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                            Why Do We Grumble?

                            Why do we grumble?
                            Is it just our ways?
                            To make others unhappy
                            On any given day...

                            SMILE and be kind
                            Give a hug, if you could
                            It doesn't cost any money
                            LOVE is never misunderstood!

                            Auntie Lynn aka Auntie Pupule
                            Be AKAMAI ~ KOKUA Hawai`i!
                            Philippians 4:13 --- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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                            • #15
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                              OF CRUISE SHIPS AND TUG BOATS

                              Cruise ships are admired and thought beautiful
                              But they don't make friendships passing out at sea
                              Seems to be a lonely life, roaming from here to there
                              Giving others fleeting pleasure while hurting so deeply

                              Tugboats on the other hand, always working as a team
                              The needing of each other to get the job done
                              Causes bonding and ties when sitting at the dock
                              Even sweaty and dirty they are all one

                              So why we strive to be as a cruise ship
                              When it's really the wrong direction
                              Living and working together you see
                              Is how to win a "Friend" election

                              Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2
                              Last edited by Menehune Man; June 6, 2005, 01:48 PM.
                              Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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