All Our Poetry

[kimo55]

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hoh, Lurkah, dass shakaaahhh! where you wen get dat!?

[Miulang]

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Whoa...sexy!

[lurkah]

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hoh, Lurkah, dass shakaaahhh! where you wen get dat!?

Gave da manuela boy one bath.

[Menehune Man]

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How's this?

That's me! A legend in my own mind.

[Menehune Man]

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PEOPLE ARE...

People are laughing people are crying
People are living people are dying
Right now today

People are serving people are needing
People are planting people are weeding
Right now today

People are searching people are hiding
People are helping people are chiding
Right now today

Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[1stwahine]

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It Would Have Been Been 30 Years...

Yesterday was...

It passed

Only a remeberence now

Just a day

Of remembering memories

That filled the day and night

Nobody called, not even the kids

Another day gone by

Today, Just another day

If I die, I'll leave everything to my CAT,

If I can find um. (Ok, the the last two verses only jokes)!

Auntie Lynn

[Pedro]

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-My Good Name-

Yesterday I made a pledge to share my feelings,
With many a words and smeared my good name,
In the soaked dirt of shame.
What good is my name when it's stained?
Through herr hurtful words and shacky voice,
I heard great disdain and panick
In my heart I felt a sudden shock of pain.
The little boy inside of me laughed and chuckled with scornful blame.
I jumped a few spaces in between,
Like some silly kid playing hopskotch blindfolded.
Lastly on the phone I heard her say let's discontinue communication.
Moments of my Eternaty lost in complete silence.
My good name lost it's luster and innocence.
And somehow I closed the door too her world,
Before I got 2 know her as a friend,
In the name of "LOVE"
My good name turned cold and sour in the "END"

Peter Littlejohn/ September 17, 2005

[1stwahine]

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LOVE IS STRANGE

He opened the door
I wasn't expecting him
My heart had been broken
So many times by him
The pain, the sorrows
The promises, long gone
Yet, I let him in once again
Will this be for good
Will he change
Or remain the same
He asked me to marry him today
That's a first
We'll go to Las Vegas
LOVE IS STRANGE

[Menehune Man]

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I MADE SOME PLANS...

I made some plans the other night
To open my house for prayer
What came to pass was such a sight
You showed me how much You care

I invited twenty people
Not even one of them showed
Just making me feel so feeble
The devil's plan had me snowed

The two children that did arrive
Weren't even invited
They both were lost but now alive
And came to Church excited

I Thank You Jesus from my heart
For sending those girls to me
Please help me filling their God cart
And to share Your love with glee

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

[1stwahine]

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I MADE SOME PLANS...

I made some plans the other night
To open my house for prayer
What came to pass was such a sight
You showed me how much You care

I invited twenty people
Not even one of them showed
Just making me feel so feeble
The devil's plan had me snowed

The two children that did arrive
Weren't even invited
They both were lost but now alive
And came to Church excited

I Thank You Jesus from my heart
For sending those girls to me
Please help me filling their God cart
And to share Your love with glee

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man

Thanks for sharing...I love poems of GOD , especially of children!
Aunty Lynn

[Pedro]

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-Divine Risk-

I jumped out on a limb holding on to hope,
Given into chance, win or lose, come what may.
Without a rope to anchor and support me from falling.
Expecting too be carried I closed my eye's, and let the winds take me.
Like the bird I thought I was.
Instead I descended downward quickly and fell.
Smashed into the rocks underneath and now I'm seething.
"What gave me the idea to give into "RISK"?
"Why was I such a fool?" I ask myself frustrated and hurt.
Looking at my beaten hands, aching body and bruised ego.
I cry out and pout till I'm overwhelmed by a tide of emotion.
None of these thoughts will help me to get back up that great mountain.
"How do I begin too even start over?"
I have no strength or desire to go on, feeling prostrated and week.
I crawl into my lonely shell and put back up my insecure walls.
"God are you watching me? Are you there? Do you Exist?" I mutter a prayer.
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
--------BLANK-------NO ANSWER--------BLANK
I guess not I thought so, silly me.
"GET UP AND TRY IT AGAIN." I hear a voice booming within.
I feel the need to rise surge through me, like a warm hand lifting my soul.
I gather my wits and proceed to face the towering mountain I feared again.

Peter Littlejohn/ Sept 18, 2005

[junebloom]

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The world through stained glass of a woman's sigh

Heart races
Fear paces
Insanity hides behind the crevices of the soul

Dreariness is patterned
Longing’s everlasting
Cringing beneath the emptiness of the bitter cold

The call of dreams they do hasten
For procrastination does chasten
And their memories are all like melted snow

They leave without trace
But leave poison and disgrace
Until you’re no longer in control


Pitiful are the cries of the young man
The sighs of the old man
The soul of the beggared man, begging just to be able to be

And I watch all of this through my dark brown windows
Stained with deeper brown whimsical crescendos
That leads to the heartache of my soul that longs set them free
June Bloom R. C. I.

[Menehune Man]

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I KNOW THAT I AM FREE

I was free but then I sold it
Though the Pastor taught and told it
Take the map and just unfold it
Thought I had to buy and hold it

There came one day I realized too
I had been living in a zoo
Didn't go where I wanted to
And always seemed to step in poo

Now that my heart is full of thanks
Giving the money from my banks
No longer playing all those pranks
And showing love to those old cranks

And now I know that I am free
Come on over and drink some tea
We'll pray for time of revelry
To strengthen bonds 'tween you and me

Author: Jeffry Ruddy

[Pedro]

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-Inspiring Moments-

A small thought awakens in the dark crevice.
As to whence it came, havent a clue.
Our minds not our own, a channelled gate way opens.
we stand in the power of it's radiance.
Cranks are lubricated wheels begin to turn.
Water fills empty voids, for us to bathe in
We soak in our mind's eye diving in head first,
allowing the currents to whisk us to a place,
No one else but us is invited.
What if this......?
What if that......?
How about if I did this.....?
Will it work.....?
Back to the drawing board.
We experiment in our field,
untill we are satisfied with our selves.
We play with ideas like some kid coloring out of the lines,
Mixing colors that don't rhyme, out of sync and out of time.
Music is made, Stories are imagined, dances are created,
Devices and gadgets are invented
And like the wind; cool and inviting it is gone.
And if not acted upon the moment is lost.
The IDEA becomes stale and stagnant.
We must draw upon it while the ideas are fresh and new
Before it become apart of the crowded attic of our mind waisting space.
Going No WHERE!

Sept 29, 2005
Peter Littlejohn

[Menehune Man]

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SEE THE SMILE...

Courage without love is tyrany
Love without courage can be a doormat
What am I now currently
I've got to know where it's at

Always striving to find that fine line
To be known as one that cares and shares
While holding on to what's "mine"
And covering all my fares

To live this life with understanding
Giving forgiveness and to live in Grace
Coming for a soft landing
See the smile on her face

Author: Jeffry Ruddy