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Post by MadPoet on Oct 17, 2004 16:21:06 GMT -5
Am in the process of sending out emails to more than 300 people.
These poems are now read in the following countries... Indonesia, India, China, Hong Kong, Philippines, Malaysia, Argentina, Brazil, Columbia, Mexico, PR, US, Canada, England, Netherlands, Germany, France, Israel, Turkey, Greece, Russia, Taiwan, Australia, New Zealand, and Thailand.. 25 countries... And adding...
If you would like a copy which includes works not posted in here as well as works from occasionally contributing poetess, then send me a email to nickzz1@hotmail.com
Your address is held confidential, and I don't send out jokes, spam, chain letters "forwarding" material, only good clean original works for your reading enjoyment...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 22, 2004 13:45:16 GMT -5
October 22, 2004
The next two poems are very depressing, but I write of all aspect of this life, and so I wrote of one who will "go soon" and the loved ones who are left behind...
October 20, 2004
My Grand Uncle Bob speaks...
My health is failing day by day, slowly ebbing away, my strength leaving me,
soon my time will come I know, and gladly I will go, for this is not the way I want to live,
so let me say good-bye while I still know who you are, as my brain is slowly decaying, and I am not who I once was...
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October 22, 2004
The loved ones
Oh the pain of a love one growing old
coming to the time to go, to comfort them and take care, to bolster them in there pain,
to make them feel so loved, that life is still full and good,
but in the end they slip away, leaving us behind, hoping they go to a better place,
that they are in the Lords hands now, and for us so empty now, grieving the loss of one we loved so much...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Oct 30, 2004 16:15:11 GMT -5
10:32 A.M. 10/27/2002 .................Devil Night Wind and storm blowing hard, ghouls flying in the air, witches on there brooms, swirling swirling in the gloom, to the mountain peak they do go, creating devastation in their path, smell of evil brew in the air, as to the Devil they go, giving homage to that dark prince, as Halloween does approach, beware beware if you value your soul stay indoor out of this mist of evilness, bolt your door and hide under the bed till this night of evilness is done.... But if your brave and foolhardy too then come trick or treating with me lots of fun we'll have scaring folks over this place demanding they pay or else some trick we'll do, then coming home to count our treats while the moon is still high, being sure the Devil gets his share as well, because you never never know... sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet . ----------------- 4:56 P.M. 10/25/2002 Halloween Halloween coming round again, It's not the devil I fear, it those impish little kids, showing up in costumes, doing their trick or treat, did you ever see any thing cuter, than they. Yes they steal my heart away with their painted face, the twinkle in their eyes as they hold out their hand, clutching their goodie bag as they make their rounds, why do I fear them, cuz my heart is in their bag... sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 2, 2004 6:52:12 GMT -5
October 25, 2001.
Antum leaves are falling down time to put the outdoor grill away,
swimming pool is covered up, Christmas' catalogs are showing up, have to put up storm windows,
getting ready for longer nights, making sure the boiler runs right, so much work to be done,
all this in raising family, with the woman I do love, how all this is a labor of love... Sighh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 2, 2004 15:35:38 GMT -5
November 2, 2004
Election day
The voting has started on this day, people voting there choice, as they may much effort the candidates will do,
much grinding of teeth, as numbers pile up, who will win?
hard to tell, as computers make predictions, "Harry*" fooled them all, when he won, against the polls,
so it ain’t over till the last vote is counted up,
then the challenges will begin. not easy to be president, but I hope the best man wins...
* Harry Truman
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 3, 2004 11:37:36 GMT -5
11:16 A.M. 11/3/2004 ...Hindu Land... I went to Hindi land to see what I could see, and there I met a beauty, of dark and flashing eyes, her teeth so white, and sharp as well, came and greeted me, and thru her I learned so many things of Hindu, and its ways, quite different from what I practice here, a meditation that is so deep, that one meets his very soul, oh yes there is much to learn from Hindi land, for this traveler... Sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 13, 2004 10:06:47 GMT -5
10:48 A.M. 11/13/2004 Cold winds blowing thru the air, oh my God winter's here, leaves still turning red, but here its snowing everywhere, wish I had you in my arms, wish I had all your charms, but stead up I go, have to shovel that damn snow... Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by BlackGryphon on Nov 13, 2004 23:56:28 GMT -5
very nice poem u did for destiny mad poet. i know she will appreciate it very much.
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 20, 2004 4:35:23 GMT -5
5:16 AM 11/20/2004 Saturday morning once again so much work in this place clean up, and so much more, without the gal I adore seems so hard to do it all with out her sight at my door with out her voice to urge me on with out her kiss and gentle hug with out that hon, here is your cup my coffee that she makes so well what did I do I'm not sure only boy, she sure is mad at me...sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 25, 2004 7:36:38 GMT -5
1:45 PM 11/25/2003 My dad whose use to cook on the holidays, {And boy could he cook yum yum} Would always fix a plate on every holiday to send to someone very close by who was a single person living alone. {Elderly, unemployed..} As a youngster I asked him once why he did it, He replied it's not enough to give thanks to God for our full table, it pleases "Him" and me to share, and makes the holiday more meaningful. As I love to cook, I think I will carry on this tradition when I cook for my family next... Happy Thanksgiving to all.. May your table be peaceful and plentiful... MP . =============== Going for the Gobbly the easy way, not with gun to hunt in a forest somewhere, nay to the market at the freezer to pick one out, but that frozen old bird got me instead when on my toes he fell, so its Peking duck from the Chinese for me!! HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL Mad Broken Toe Poet ...sigh Ohh huggs and kisses all... Umm cigars for the men..
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Post by MadPoet on Nov 29, 2004 14:04:39 GMT -5
November 29, 2004
Lady in distress
Tho I struggle tho I try everything is so awry, alone I am struggling here,
where are the friends that I held dear, who will help me in my sadness, who will help me in my anger,
where are those I helped in the past, where are the ones whom I do love,
must I struggle here all alone, oh the blackness of this mess, alone I swim in this sea of darkness..
Where is that light house to guide me safe, where is the light at the end of this mess, where is the God that loves me so? -------------
How can I help my friend who is so distressed, how can I help her from this mess, how can I do what she needs most?
Throw her a life line to pull her in, help her sort what is troubling her,
help her give up the things that bother her, help her to see tomorrow a new day, no sense to take yesterday troubles into a new day,
hold her hand to say I'm there, to take some of the buffering that is coming her way,
a kind word of understanding, and something more, to tell her kindly when she is wrong, but most of all to tell her she is not alone....
Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Dec 4, 2004 9:13:03 GMT -5
4:59 PM 12/6/01
Stepping out side to gaze up at the night sky, while I string up the Xmas light,
the children inside decorating the tree, hanging the balls, tinsel, and other things,
thinking of Xmases past, when work was scare no presents for the kids, had to make their toys that year,
but family love on the birth of Christ made it all worthwhile... Sighh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Dec 7, 2004 11:03:31 GMT -5
. Pearl Harbor Day
This day in the US flags at half staff, remembering the men who died in defense,
staying at their post, while being overwhelmed, gave up their lives, to keep our flag high, take a moment won't you, to say a silent prayer, for these brave souls who are still there, lying in a watery grave, they did us all proud, while giving up their lives... Amen
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Dec 22, 2004 20:11:30 GMT -5
Christmas is coming as shopper rush about, buying out the stores, for the ones they love,
wrapping presents up, with bows and lots of love, putting under tree, with the star above,
settling back with coffee, and exhausted smile, hoping what they got will please the ones they love,
another time for loving all the ones they love, for Christmas is the time for renewing our ties, with family and friends, with Christ child coming, a new time has begun...
Kiss kiss
Mad Poet .
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Christmas day is coming, yet so many are sad, worried about violence all over the land,
some losing there work, from over time to no job, some have lost family, for God did summon them.
Take heart take heart for Christ the child is coming, to help you with your wounds,
The "Light" of the world approaching, to help you with your pain, open you arms and heart, let him come to you,
"He'll" help you, to ease all your pain, to help you find a way, to survive another day.
So join in with all of us and raise your glass, to wish all of us a happy Christmas Day, as with his help, all these things, will surely pass.... Yesss
Kiss kiss Merry Christmas all...
Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Dec 26, 2004 11:44:03 GMT -5
Christmas Day
The turkey was fine with its stuffing too, salad, sweet potatoes, top with marshmallows, Wine sparkling red, severed Ice cold, as we our Christmas feast did have.
Prayers for our soldiers, and all mankind, As children with their toys did play, all the ohh's and ahh as gifts open with delight, all the presents given out that were picked with such love.
Egg Nog ever tasty, as we sit and talked, the Christmas lights blinking ever so happily, carols playing softly, as we enjoy this Christmas day...
With tons of kisses for Mom who did all the work and great cheers for Dad who paid all the bills...
Kiss kiss Mad Poet...
Merry Xmas to all..
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