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Post by MadPoet on Jan 18, 2005 8:46:00 GMT -5
8:17 A.M. 1/18/2005 Written by request Lovers lament 24 Cold cold cold, as northern winds do blow, yet colder is my life for she has someone new, time has worked it's worse, dulling love, and the fire is had, now excuses is all I hear, while with another she now holds dear, such is life, like with all things that grow, coming to bloom, then fading away, what to do, but look for someone new, a kind heart with loving ways, yet with a backward look, and a sigh for what was so loving in all its ways, tucking all the sweet memories away, of a love of a better day... sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Jan 23, 2005 19:08:18 GMT -5
January 23, 2005 Another she has found and off with him she goes, as he writes so well, sweet words of love and such, a new thrill for her, as she awaits each new poem, to thrill and warm her, each word like a drop of honey, sweet and warm, how thrilling and exciting she becomes, and I? What I am doing? Why the same as she... With someone new indeed, this circle never ends of lovers in there playing of musical chairs in lovers' pursuit of joy and happiness casting off the old for the new...sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Feb 14, 2005 11:07:25 GMT -5
. Valentine day is here today, lover laughing being gay, sharing dreams and kisses too, rejoicing in the love they know, flowers and chocolates everywhere, lovers lovers, enjoy enjoy this special day of love... sighh Kiss Kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Feb 19, 2005 13:21:22 GMT -5
12:36 P.M. 2/19/2005 Winter winds still blow cold, temperatures getting mighty low, what care I, as with my love, snugging up to me, under feathery quilts so full and warm, on this cold Saturday morn, soon some coffee she will bring, if this isn't a bit of heaven, then what is? ...Sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Feb 28, 2005 15:25:04 GMT -5
February 28, 2005 Stolen Moments .. Written by request When hubby is fast asleep out me quickly creep to meet my sweet sweet love to find his warm warm heart to feel his touch on me as he warmly kisses me then his fingers do reach me, to disrobe me so slowly, oh how his lips run over me, kissing licking me, till no more I can stand, quickly he enters me, Ahh so grand he feels in me going in so slowly, my arms around him so as he makes his love to me, then all to soon we both explode, from heaven to hell we both do go, then back to home I do go, to wait for him to come once more....sighh kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Mar 9, 2005 6:21:39 GMT -5
. 6:05 A.M. 3/9/2005 Winter winds linger on, the blues of winter haunt me now, tho March has come to town, icey winds it's brought along, when will this cold go go away, when will warm winds come to play, when will the greens of the good earth bloom, as I sit in my lonely room, waiting for the cold to past, waiting for spring to come at last, till it does, my sweet loves arms, will keep me warm, her kisses raise my hopes, that love will surely over come, the winter's cold cold blues, and warm my lonely heart ... sighhh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Mar 10, 2005 19:58:38 GMT -5
7:11 P.M. 3/10/2005
Loyal and faithful she has been to her only "Him,”
but his eyes turned away, to seek another, soon all too soon away he went,
to leave his devoted one behind,
wanting the thrill of a new love, to warm him,
without a word of sorrow or backward glance he went,
is she so wonderful the new one? Will she stand the test of time,
or will she too, when she is thru with him move onto someone new?
Then what will he do? Will his old true love still be waiting there for him?
I leave it up to you dear reader, what will she do?
Forgive him and take him in, or deny him, to hurt her again in time?
Mad Poet .
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Post by Drakkar on Mar 13, 2005 15:21:45 GMT -5
lol damn that ain't just rantings lol thats a finger spasm from
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Post by MadPoet on Mar 19, 2005 5:54:47 GMT -5
5:51 A.M. 3/19/2005
Has this board been re activated? I hope so, have so much of my "work" posted here.
Oh just in case you didn't notice, it's your old login name and pass word that you need to use...
MP .
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Post by MadPoet on Apr 19, 2005 18:31:27 GMT -5
-- 8:34 P.M. 3/18/2005 Old Radio shows Memories come to mind as old stories I listen to, radio stories my dad would play, from tapes he had brought some place, Shadow, Inner Sanctum, X Minis One, and not to forget the Lone Ranger too. How he would enjoy to listen to them, as I would play at his feet. Memories of long ago, Dad and his radio shows. They must of been simpler days when he was a little boy, like I used to be, I hope he can hear them now, when I play them once again, wonder if he still yells out "Hi Oh Silver away" when the Lone Ranger comes galloping thru on his great horse Silver... sighhh Mad Poet Foot note, the tapes were all destroyed in a fire in my home, but, thanks to the Internet, I have been downloading them from various sites on the "news" part of the Internet, for which I am very grateful to all those who post these old radio shows. . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -- If you like to email me... nickzz1@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- March 26, 2005 She finds her soul mate Short original story for the opera lovers... We will call her Mary, who loved poetry and love songs, at times lost in them, looking for the man of sensitivity to be her love in life, to devote her life too. Mary had many friends and was socialable, travel some, cruises, and the like, looking for that one special man, the one with soul, attending art shows, opera's, in the hopes she may stumble upon him. She had gone with some friends to Peter place, the "House Party Maker", it was a nice group, and the music was playing. Someone had brought a small portable tape machine, and was playing a rather nice balance of music, from soft dance to disco, seemingly to change at just the right time, yet it played on unattended. Till she saw this tall nice looking man who had been talking, joking and laughing with a group around him. He went to the machine and changed the tape, and again it was a very good mix of music, that played unattended, and had everyone or just about everyone dancing at one time or another. Curious she went to him, smiled at him, and asked, is this yours? "Yes, it is,,,, do you like the music?" Oh yes where did you buy those tapes, they really are very good. "Oh no I didn't buy them, I recorded them from my records". You did? But how would you know what to play and in what sequence? "I just kind of feel it when I am making the tape, I lay out the records in the order I want to play." Must take you hours to do it. "No about two hours for a one hour tape, I have to re wind the tape so the next record will phase in as the old one phases out. If there is a gap in the music, you lose the thread of the dancing, and so in this way the dancers stay on the floor without a break in it." I see and do you like opera by any chance? "Well some, why?" Oh just curious, well what is your favorite piece? " The Liebestod, from Tristan and Isolde by Wagner" Oh God I have found you at last! done Kiss kiss Mad Poet Happy Easter all.. . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3:06 P.M. 4/12/2005 Busy busy ....busy Need someone new need someone nice, need someone who has the time, someone who when she goes away, remembers to write me every day, words I'm longing to hear, not oh I am just too busy my dear, wait for me till I am back, will only be a few months or more, this I can no longer endure, its time I got busy too, busy to find someone who, has time for me, and not to busy to express her love..... kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Apr 21, 2005 18:28:54 GMT -5
April 21, 2005
To Burn Alone
Tho stories I have written a lot, to make her warm, and shamelessly to make her "hot",
but these have failed to warm her, or even to make her care as once they did,
what can be the fault, is my work less sensuous or warm belying the intense love I feel for her,
or is she growing old, and desire on the wane? Oh how I wish I knew, as day after day I wait for her,
must I seek someone new, younger with desire burning within her heart unfulfilled, longing for someone such as me, to absorb all her passions each day as her fire burns within her?
As time before as one door closes, another soon opens, till then I must burn alone... sighh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Apr 27, 2005 15:47:44 GMT -5
4:31 P.M. 4/27/2005 Lover lament 101 Sad she is and married too, for she loved someone in here who was married as well, and tho they met when best they could, her heart was filled with joy at the stolen moments they had enjoyed, but now his eyes turned else where, his passions on the wane, let us be friends, these words so cruel to hear, as he has found someone else to love... Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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Post by MadPoet on Apr 28, 2005 8:49:26 GMT -5
A back log of poems,,,
3:40 PM 4/21/2005
Tho a husband she has got, whom she loves a lot,
still on the net she goes, to talk to someone nice she know,
is all in fun, to pass the time of day,
gee she is so nice, I like to see her once or twice,
hope she come back soon so we can pickup where we left off.
Kiss kis Mad Poet -----------------------------------
9:16 PM 4/16/2005
This written in reply to a statement of "If you truly loved me you would be willing to die for me"
All the sweet things of this life you reject, seeking only for me to die, to prove our love, that our love will live.
such a offense to all of nature so unnaturally to die, when all living things seek to live
For love is best when shared in life, to bring forth the flowers, the fruits of our love, death is finale and only written things of our love will remain...
Mad Poet -------------------
6:05 PM 4/5/2005
The Nanny
She lives in Nottingham, taking care of little kids, as they run and play thru the rooms and under the chairs,
keeping them clean warm, N fed, this is her joy, the whole lot of them,
holding them when they fall, hugging them when there scared, feeding and all the rest,
this is what she does so very best,
sleeps so well at night when she thinks of her brood, and there sweet love ....sighhh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet
------------------ 7:59 A.M. 3/22/2005
Written by request for a angry lover
You think you're great you think you're smart you think you are God's gift to me.
You take the best seat in the house, you eat the last of everything,
you don't care a hoot of others feelings, only what you want or need,
you think you're far sighted, but can't see pass your nose and for only the things, that you alone do want or need,
pointing your little finger, for others to fetch what you want, time for you to get up off your fat ass,
and think of others, though it may break your heart, will do you good, to feel what others have felt at your thoughtless selfish mannerism ways......Sighhh
Mad Poet =====================
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Post by MadPoet on May 1, 2005 15:33:13 GMT -5
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Mothers Worry
Mother mother sitting in a chair, mother mother, with heart in worry, waiting waiting for children far from you,
waiting waiting till they are safely home, eyes burning as the hour is late, sitting at computer, to help you stay up so late,
heart beating, pounding away, waiting waiting while children playing late, oh mother mother, your work is never done, not till your children are safely home... sighh
Kiss kiss Mad Poet
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Post by MadPoet on May 2, 2005 6:17:41 GMT -5
. ....Morning Lament A new day a new dawn, a Monday which is worse, some how I must get started here, and put my feet off the bed, get my coffee get my smoke, have to work cause I'm broke. Maybe buy a lotto ticket, never can tell, Maybe win a million dollars or so, hell I lost more than that, loving a woman who was a tramp, where do I go from here, I really don't know, I look around me and I see Gods Handiwork, renewing every thing, the trees, the flowers, the birds in the sky, "HE" will not forget me, nor thee, just hanging in there, is the trick it seems....sighh Kiss kiss Mad Poet .
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