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Post by MadPoet on Sept 3, 2004 10:17:24 GMT -5
12:15 AM 5/23/2001 Ahh sweet summers breeze that flow thru the night bring me sounds of my new loves flight soon he will be here I know, to hold me kiss me as new loves are bold, cleaaring my heart of old past ones, soon forgotten to where they belong, as forward I go to greet my new love...Sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 4, 2004 4:16:33 GMT -5
. Oh god oh god I met a man oh god what a mind, fertile beyond belief how he stimulates me. Makes me wild with things he says, drive me up a tree with such squirming. He brings to mind such forbidden things, things I could never think, Yet he brings them all to life, deep inside of me. Angry you think I would get, how could I when I am this way? On fire and burning so, trembling at every word he says. Where he gets them I do not know, he says that I inspire every word. I never knew I was so bad, to prompt these things for him to know. But every word I hang on to, wanting even more...Sighh Kiss Kiss Mad Poet . ================ 7:50 AM 5/26/2001 Saterday morning work to be done sleeping late is so much fun, but wash and shopping to do, happy I have some one like you. So up us all and have some juice, coffee be ready soon, then off to do the things we must, but first a kiss in bed.... kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 5, 2004 10:16:11 GMT -5
10:49 A.M. 9/5/2004
On the innocent children who were slaughtered at the Russian school in Beslan
Holy war so they say is this the way their god commands?
to kill innocent children, depriving of water, of some food, terrorizing them in every way,
shooting them in the back when they tried to flee? I curse this god that orders this, I course their souls to eternal hell,
I curse their mothers who gave them birth, I curse their father's as well
I curse their leaders who order this.
I pray my God heals the babes who lived, I pray the ones who died are now in His arms
I pray and weep for the innocents who died at the madness of these terrorists...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 16, 2004 15:31:45 GMT -5
7:30 P.M. 4/16/2002
...... Lonely mans hope and prayer...
Gee I'd like to find, a internet gal to call my own,
someone on here, who has time for me, to talk of all kinds of things,
age doesn't count long as her words are fair, responding to warm concern, with loving words.
There must be someone for me, who works on here, all day like me,
so taking a brake to be good friends. No not in a room distracted by many, something more private like I C Q.
The rewards are bountiful, a someone saying hello every morning, sipping over coffee and a hug midday with a kiss good night...
There must be a someone, a someone like you... Meant for a someone like me... Sighhh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 24, 2004 17:14:51 GMT -5
September 24, 2004 Now why can't they.... I have paid my bills by phone for years, and now over the internet... I can buy a new car over the phone and have it delivered into my driveway. I can order thousands of dollars of merchandise over the internet. You can pay your bills by mail. You can even cast your vote by mail if you will be away from your home on election day. So why {In the USA} can't I vote by phone or over the internet? Some 30% to 50% of eligible voters don't vote depending on what office is up for election. Certainly it can be tamper proof with "pin" numbers. So why? Does anybody know? Sighh Can it be that the politicians don't want the citizens to be that empowered? Woe woe.... Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 27, 2004 6:12:03 GMT -5
. 6:22 A.M. 9/27/2004 Went to bed for to sleep for my aching back did creek, lay their thinking of you and the softness that I once knew, gone you are away from me, while I toss and turn, to sleep, dreaming dreams of you, wishing you would, come back again... ----------------- 6:49 A.M. 9/27/2004 Its Monday morning once again here I'm laying in my bed, dreading to get up to work, hurricane coming which I dread, sighing sighs that I must go, getting dressed soon enough, one more coffee to brave me up, for another week of work... sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Sept 30, 2004 8:18:31 GMT -5
9:08 A.M. 9/30/2004 Have you been ignoring that special someone? Then this old favorite may be for you... 5:43 P.M. 6/22/99 I am one of the flowers in your garden of many, and I require special care.. for my fruits are sweets and tangy.. and many other things as well.. if you ignore me or treat me with indifference.. I shall surly languish here.. and will wilt away with out your tender care... sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 1, 2004 18:44:27 GMT -5
6:58 PM 9/30/2004
On the news, that some thirty-four children in Bagdad, where kill by a bomb from the terrorist there, while rushing to receive candy from American soldiers passing thru.
What message are terrorist trying to give when they slaughter children? There very own children. Is this not cause for the world to stand up and say, "You will not kill the innocents, we the world will unite to stop you no matter what"
Little children over there, playing playing with some care, candy coming ohh what joy,
rushing to get some while they may, till a bomb blew them up,
tearing arms and there heads, blown up by there own,
who commands that this be done? What kind of men kill innocents?
In whose name was this done?
Mothers screaming in agony, trying to breathe life into their babies mouths, their blood all over the place,
fathers openly weeping, while so helplessly, screaming cursing, how could our own do this to us...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 6, 2004 12:58:18 GMT -5
October 6, 2004 Misery misery in this world, misery misery haunts us all, no job, or rotten boss, friends disappoint us, whom we gave our all, children who never think to call, if you're not in here, you're lucky my friend, but you can always count on the Lord above, He hears your worries, He hears your fears, and if you ask Him, He will help you over come, as long as we live things will come our way, peace comes, when you are dead, so up up and meet a new day, ask God for help on your way, things will be better, with your new found strength, just give God a chance to help you today.... sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 7, 2004 12:34:13 GMT -5
October 6, 2004
Wrote by request for a parent in distress.
Oh God who loves us all I need your help more than before,
I know you hear me, my prayer is not in vain, I need your help to make my child whole again,
extend your finger if you will, let your sprit flow from you,
let your holiness touch her soul, It's a lot that I ask of you,
to intercede in my time of need, but I have done all I can, oh dear God, now it's up to you...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 9, 2004 7:32:09 GMT -5
Threefer... as writen.. 10:32 PM 10/8/2004 Oh she is sad as she write's away putting down her miseries of the day Of her struggles to get thru to do the best that she can do on and on it goes but nobody seems to know how she struggles to do what she tries to do to do her best to all she knows to care for them in her breasts to feel there pains and laughter too, pity is, she does this all alone.... sighh Kiss kiss Nickey Your Mad Poet . ------------------ 10:49 PM 10/8/2004 The cleaning lady comes today to clean up the mess I made but I will hide while she works cleaning up this awful mess On the net I will go talk to that mad man that I know pretending not to see all the bags of garbage that she piles up for me when she gone then I'll start to make my mess once again.. sighh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.. Kiss kiss ... ----------- 8:05 A.M. 10/9/2004 True Love I will beat him up, jump up and down on his head, pull out his eyes and tongue, rip off his arms, as well, more than this I will do, rip his toenails out too, all this I do because, mmm well, because I think it will be fun to do.. Kiss kiss Nickey the Mad one.. Sighh .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 9, 2004 8:17:21 GMT -5
October 9, 2004
Reminiscing over Saturday morning coffee...
Where did they go the places that I use to know? The Deli with windows steamed over, the Woolworth with the great toys, the penny arcade with the mechanical games, the movies that gave away dishes on Wednesday night after the bingo games and toys on Saturday morn for the kids early show.
Where did the radio shows go, the Shadow, Lone Ranger, with the bowl of Wheaties that they spoke of? The secret code ring, even the radio with the tubes that lit up with a soft warm glow? And Howdy Dooty does anyone remember him? Gone gone, never to return only in my memories they seem to live on... sighh
MP .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 12, 2004 7:06:04 GMT -5
PS The above posting, as told to me by my grand uncle Bob, age 74. ---------------------------------------- 11:02 AM 10/11/2004 Pathma dreams I dove into the water, swimming underneath, and time seem to stand still in the underwater "sea", my thoughts turned to yesterday's and if I could return, what would I change, what would I keep? Then I broke to the surface, the real world did return, I did what I did, I can never return, but I am happy with things in my life, I have a hubby who loves me ohh he is such a delight, so here in real time I will stay, to live and enjoy each and every day.. sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 13, 2004 10:40:32 GMT -5
October 13, 2004 Malaysia is a place filled with old world charm and grace, ladies lovely as can be, filled with charm when they speak with me, figures beyond compare, turns "Playgirls" green with envy, grateful to the "Net" that I can speak with them...ummm kiss kiss Mad Poet . someday I am sure, to Malaysia I will go, enjoy the culture and much more...
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 17, 2004 5:49:50 GMT -5
3:17 A.M. 10/17/2004
Sunday Morning thoughts
Let us write words of songs and grace, let us write words of God sweet place,
let us write words of hope and faith, let us break bread in this place, let us pray for peace and love, let us pray in God's own way... sighh
Nickey the Mad Poet... .
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