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  • #76
    Re: All Our Poetry

    TRUTH OR DARE


    It was truth or dare
    Daring a possible fantasy
    The truth setting me free
    To let go of an image
    I placed on a pedastel.
    It is truth or dare
    A punishment of sorts
    Or perhaps a reward
    Of painless pleasure
    That caresses the soul.

    ~LRO 6-01-2005
    ~Lika

    \\000// Malama Pono \\000//

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    • #77
      Re: All Our Poetry

      CANCER TREATMENT

      When cells become diseased
      When the mind begins to doubt
      Prayer is my treatment.

      When there is no money
      When there is no insurance
      Prayer is my treatment.

      When dreams begin to fade
      When the light begins to dim
      Prayer is my treatment.

      When hope sparkles brightly
      When support surrounds me
      I know my prayers are answered.

      When physical strength is maximized
      When the mind knows no weakness
      I know my prayers are answered.

      When there is gratitude with each breath
      When love is unconditional
      I know my prayers are answered.

      c) LRO 08-25-2005
      ~Lika

      \\000// Malama Pono \\000//

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      • #78
        Re: All Our Poetry

        I GOT A RED CHICKLET

        I got a red chicklet
        And thought I would cry
        Took a look at the post
        And sat wondering "Why?"

        He had a different opinion
        Now that's plain to see
        I know who it came from
        Though sent anonimously

        I sent him a green chicklet
        To show that I'm nice
        He's now throwing something else
        And I'm sure it isn't rice

        Author: Menehune Man
        Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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        • #79
          Re: All Our Poetry

          Originally posted by Menehune Man
          I GOT A RED CHICKLET

          I got a red chicklet
          And thought I would cry
          Took a look at the post
          And sat wondering "Why?"

          He had a different opinion
          Now that's plain to see
          I know who it came from
          Though sent anonimously

          I sent him a green chicklet
          To show that I'm nice
          He's now throwing something else
          And I'm sure it isn't rice

          Author: Menehune Man

          I LOVE IT! You get green gum fo'dat! Green smilies too

          wait wait wait, it said I had to spread more reputation around before I can give it to you. I tawt giving it to you IS spreading it around. I'm so confused. Bumbye den.
          Last edited by GypsyLika; October 5, 2005, 09:02 AM.
          ~Lika

          \\000// Malama Pono \\000//

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          • #80
            Re: All Our Poetry

            Your Cliche

            Ride in, Gift horse
            burn bridges for a foot in the door;
            Count chickens before they hatch,
            scratch where it itches with a knife in the back.

            You're cliche, I've seen it before
            puddles are deeper than this act of yours.

            Your beauty is only skin deep,
            and you're as ugly as the secrets you keep
            what comes around goes around,
            there's no free lunches
            for the new kid in town.

            Your cliche, I've seen it before
            puddles are deeper than this act of yours.

            (an old one, never performed...there's more, but it's 3am and i'm not gonna rifle through my lyrics)
            Don't be mean,
            try to help.

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            • #81
              Re: All Our Poetry

              'Tis Pity

              Like father before, I work in the forge
              bending steel into weapons of doom.
              After a while, it weighs on the smile
              like frost on a yesterday bloom.

              Tis pity they say
              it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
              and after sundown I can always be found
              buried under a mountain of pints.

              So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
              I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
              If you know barkeep when God's will be done
              Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

              My dear mum did struggle in a wet bog-bound hovel
              to keep me from ill and from cold.
              Her eyes were yet bright, like a light in the night
              as she sang me the stories of old.

              Tis pity they say
              it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
              and after sundown I can always be found
              buried under a mountain of pints.

              So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
              I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
              If you know barkeep when God's will be done
              Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

              I met me a Molly, she fell from her trolley
              I asked for her hand before long.
              She swore she'd be mine and at first it was fine
              But too soon I would find I was wrong.

              Tis pity they say
              it happens each day, my courduroy on at first light
              and after sundown I can always be found
              buried under a mountain of pints.

              So let it flow barkeep, I'll drink to my fill;
              I've yet to forget but by morning I will.
              If you know barkeep when God's will be done
              Don't wake me, I'll wait for the sun.

              (if i already posted this one, sorry)
              Last edited by jdub; October 6, 2005, 03:24 AM.
              Don't be mean,
              try to help.

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              • #82
                Re: All Our Poetry

                Both of those were very good Jdub. Lots of meaning. Thanks for posting.
                Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                • #83
                  Re: All Our Poetry

                  PLEASE

                  Please let the light of day
                  Break through this darkest night
                  Oh how I wish you may
                  And sure hope you might

                  If I could I'd even pay
                  To release the awful fright
                  Now to find a way
                  And to clear my sight

                  I ask you now to stay
                  Stay and have a bite
                  Please be my ray
                  My lovely ray of light


                  Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.- Menehune Man
                  Last edited by Menehune Man; February 15, 2006, 10:16 PM.
                  Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                  • #84
                    Re: All Our Poetry

                    Chaos

                    What is it that I'm searching for...
                    What is it I desire?
                    At times I feel scared to the core...
                    Like I'm drowning in a fire.

                    Destroying my temple, slowly but surely,
                    Believing in love so fully and purely.

                    Yet deep down I know
                    that to love I must show
                    my true feelings buried inside.
                    I know that I must
                    end these charades...
                    But it's hard
                    and at times, I'm very afraid
                    that love and happiness will always evade me.

                    Author:
                    Lyalo - 11/23/05
                    Last edited by Lyalo; February 28, 2006, 11:44 PM.
                    There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

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                    • #85
                      Re: All Our Poetry

                      I KNOW THAT...

                      I know that we can't bring back the past
                      And usually wouldn't want to
                      But time keeps travelling so darn fast
                      That we've forgotten what to do

                      There was a time that we tried to change
                      It was called "The Peace and Love Movement"
                      Now long ago and it seems too strange
                      The kids today see no improvement

                      The scary part that is in the Bible
                      Is that it leaves us no earthly hope
                      Our future wars will be more tribal
                      And everyone is in the scope

                      Looking forward to Jesus coming
                      Is one thing that we Christians can do
                      There's also helping people bumming
                      And pass around that pot of stew

                      I know that God won't go back on His Word
                      But that's no reason to just give up
                      Take the Good News to where it's not heard
                      And share His Love, His Light, and His Cup

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

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                      • #86
                        Re: All Our Poetry

                        James M. (Zeke) Memorial Poem

                        Have known this man for twenty-eight years
                        He truly is my Best Buddy
                        James has helped me to get past my fears
                        And to even find life funny

                        School, working and playing together
                        We've shared all this and more as friends
                        Topics ranged from ants to the weather
                        Of God or silly fashion trends

                        My friend James had never let me down
                        And he always came through for me
                        When I needed to get out of town
                        He'd say "Go sit under that tree."

                        Though I'll miss him, I'm really not sad
                        Because he's in that better place
                        Only selfishness would make me mad
                        So I'll just remember his face

                        James M. 1/28/'60 - 2/27/'06

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

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                        • #87
                          Re: All Our Poetry

                          NOW AT FULL SAIL

                          My outboard's died
                          I want to hide
                          From all the boaters 'round me

                          Didn't send flares
                          Not even stares
                          Hard to believe You found me

                          You sent a man
                          With a great plan
                          And I'm so glad You ground me

                          Now at full sail
                          Won't hide my tail
                          Yes, go ahead and sound me

                          Author Jeff Ruddy A.K.A.-Menehune Man
                          Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                          • #88
                            Re: All Our Poetry

                            Believe I was duped...

                            Believe I was duped
                            By what I was told
                            Really did buy it
                            But found it was sold

                            My heart's rearranged
                            And left feeling cold
                            All that they wanted
                            -To get at the gold

                            The powers that be
                            In this earthly mold
                            Have left me feeling
                            So awfully old

                            Now where on this earth
                            To escape the bold
                            And be a 'real' man
                            Not follow the fold

                            I'm not sure, but I think the South Pacific is my best chance.

                            Author: Jeff Ruddy A.K.A. Menehune Man
                            Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                            • #89
                              Re: All Our Poetry

                              I run at night
                              cool air fills my lungs and the obsidian sky fills my eyes
                              sweat touches my brow but without the heat that
                              turns it into a painful reiminder
                              the road slopes upward and so do I
                              I run at night
                              the moon knows my name and knows why I run
                              he follows me and we run together so I am not
                              alone
                              a car passes by and I smile because we are part
                              of the same fraternity
                              She calls me in my mind and I want to go there
                              I still remember her and the flowers I pass seem to
                              smell of her skin
                              She is gone and so am I
                              I run at night

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                              • #90
                                Re: All Our Poetry

                                POWER IN PRAYER

                                One day there was an incident
                                Which left the boss really bent
                                Homeward bound in prayer I went
                                Next morning time, in meetings spent

                                But because of power in prayer
                                I survived the lion's lair
                                The boss and I, now a pair
                                I hope that way we'll stay and fare

                                Praying and knowing was the key
                                God did tame my tongue for me
                                Wish the future's mine to see
                                Paying attention to You I'll be

                                Author: Jeff Ruddy
                                Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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