(8/27/2012 11:36:00 AM)
Posted some new poems. What do you think?
(8/26/2012 10:53:00 AM)
Stronger Than Cancer, Bob
I felt different, a little tired
worn out, ill here and there
visit the Doctor, did some test
took some picture, waited for the results
A spot in me started small, got bigger
Time will tell, not a good sign
here came the shock
the bad word no one wants
but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
no one will beat me down
I will grow old, see my boys grow
see them wed, see their kids
I will not give, , no matter when
Stronger Than Cancer
hope will rally, cures to be found
Meds to take, no fakes
I will survive, fight for life
pain will never go, mind so strong
prays needed, prayers answered
the fight never ends, I will not bend
till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
for the love of me.I will survive
Strong Than Cancer, Bob
(8/24/2012 10:53:00 AM)
book of poetry is to release on 9/15/12. Check out my promotional video including on of the poems. My http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC9u9knfSco&feature=plcp
(8/23/2012 11:49:00 AM)
wuxu nabar ka caashaqu igays tay naafo ani wanaba da dhax deenaa wa ilaye inayahy niyo jabay cadaawaha
(8/23/2012 11:46:00 AM)
poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.
Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of later poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges
(8/23/2012 11:40:00 AM)
jacayl ku waa nolol dad waynaha ka dhax dhaca markaa jacayl lama mosi karo sidi maygu da aa muraad kugu dilaa
Joseph J. Hernandez
(8/22/2012 1:25:00 PM)
I write, but it will never be
As beautiful as a pond, cloud, or tree
Men can make wine with the aid of a grape
Honey is produced by a bee
Mother nature molds the elegance of flower
Poems are made by fools like you and me
(8/20/2012 10:17:00 PM)
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Used as a ‘token’, to manipulate…
Where was my better judgment to see my fate?
He chose me…
Did I fit the mold of ‘easy target’
when I shared my difficult journey with him when we met?
His smile won me…
The laughter in his eyes pulled me in
I’m certain he knew quite quickly that he’d win!
His tenderness filled me…
With just a touch, a hug, a kiss, I felt complete
Why, God…were he and I so very destined to meet?
His sarcasm hurt me…
It started as little ‘drips’ splashing in my head
But the droplets became full flow with all he said.
His tactics ‘trapped’ me…
His “I’m sorry” or “I’m just joking” became the norm
Yet as I cracked, I CHOSE to stay and began to take new form.
His wounds left scars…
Each burning deeper as my life began to burn
And soon his sister and his mother took their turn.
He made excuses…
All blame on me, it was my fault most times, you see…
because I was the one with so much insecurity.
He changed my mindset…
Somehow I loved this man with everything I am
Catering to his needs, not knowing it was a sham
He took my power…
With his web of lies and manipulative train of thought
I believe he never felt he would get caught.
He was unfaithful…
Not once, not twice, but more times than I could bear
Oh, God….why did I stay with him and give him my love and care?
He said, “I’m sorry”…
Every time and showed a face of true remorse
Yet in time, his infidelities and lies were back on course.
He really loves me…
In the only way his heart is able to love
But 7 years later, it was my PAIN that rose above
He wanted to change…
But this was after years of deception we called our life
And yet so damaged, I stayed true to being his loyal wife.
He was too late…
The damage to my soul was already done
His smiles at me no longer meant cherished fun.
He pushed me away…
It was so hard to gain the strength to finally leave
But I am strong, despite what my husband does believe.
He cried and pleaded…
And I joined him in our tearful fate
Wavering still in my decision, knowing in my heart, he was just too late
He let me go…
Yet I refused to cut him off so I could heal
I feared THE END of us would be the last emotion I’d ever feel
He kept on ‘dripping’…
Knowing just the words and tears to break me down
and EVERY TIME I had withdrawals and came around.
He changed my life…
In such a painful, sad and wrongful kind of way
And now I’m broken…my eyes have turned from sparkling blue to dreary gray.
He is my husband…
I’ve loved him from the moment that we met
and in the end, I refuse to live a life filled with regret.
He’s lost a treasure…
A heart that NEVER waivered or denied
a dedicated wife who continued to show pride.
He has no clue…
Just how painfully sad our lives will now be
each other’s laughter, now replaced with misery.
He wants to start over…
He swears he has become a new and better man
But I am broken and just not sure what my heart can still withstand
So very broken…
Although our demise has truly shattered my good heart
It’s now my time to heal and have a brand new start.Replies for this message:
(8/24/2012 7:35:00 AM)
'I feared THE END of us would be the last emotion I’d ever feel' -this is one of my favorite line of yours,10++++
(8/21/2012 10:28:00 PM)
your poem is truly amazing, actually sounds like my life right now or what I think is my life right now Obviously write from experience. awesome
- Immanuel Santos (8/24/2012 7:35:00 AM) Post reply
(8/15/2012 4:32:00 PM)
Wrote a new poem A Soldiers Lullaby would like to see what people think of it I am sure some people have members that it would relate to.
(8/14/2012 5:31:00 PM)
Silence they say is golden and quite glittery
All it ever brings is pain and total misery
Everyone wants to be proved right
But none wants to be left out in love
A fresco of wasted dreams
A collage of aspirations cast in streams
Silence I hear is golden yet so deafening
I try to speak it’s always a squabbling
Really scared to disturb the peace
Tried to piece back one good piece
It was only a wink in the dark
The pendulum did not swing back
Watched love in profile take a dive
Settled with the ripples of lies and unlusty lives
Silence I see is golden and so so dazzling
Autumn’s child came cool and strong
A blink all green in me was gone
Oh! The peals of heart break and it stings
If I could detach my manhood and cry for a moment
If I could reach back and erase that moment
I walked up and said “how do you do”
Twice I loved thrice she lied
Can this justify my disposition?
Kindly lace my Valium with deprivian
Kindly deprive me of this oblivion
So I could wake up to you
Lay what is left on you
Time tells if these would all come true.