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Bruce Adams Poem
Oh, love from a distance
Such passion is mine
I never thought possible
An ocean's deep mystery line
Soulmate's hearts beat as one
From only the written word
Openness, honesty, is all it takes
World history, such passion unheard
Her beauty astounding, angel in disguise
Jealous Kings of Europe would have fought war
Her kindness and humor melt coldest hearts
Brilliant and creative too, she makes my heart soar
My distant soulmate, who I may never meet
Shared love from a distance, a powerful, magical feat
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Tried to stay in Dream Weavers world ,silenced alarm
Back to dream weavers sow
Hour late for work, I'm a charm
Freeway flat tire, rain and snow
Clothes soaking wet, slipped wrench injured hand
So late for work, speeding ticket mine
Boss shaking head, strike up the band
Injured hand dropped heavy box, foot not fine
Finally home, slipped on ice like sled
I can see stars, 20 IQ points lost
Broke arm too, in hospital rest my head
Dream weavers world I'll stay, except now it will cost !
01/26/2017 It's time for hilarious poetry contest of Jamie Pan
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The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night
Printing counterfeit money.
Blacksmith, only one with metal safe
To hold in storage town people's gold.
The people gave him their gold
Blacksmith gave paper promise
Hence the birth of banking and paper currency...
Blacksmith soon found that he could print extra
for himself, spend and buy at will !
No one will notice ! I'm rich ! Eventually, people noticed
twice as much money to buy same pair of shoes !
They scratched their heads, wanted their gold !
The Blacksmith couldn't redeem certificates into gold,
printed way too many for himself, so he fled. Vampire
Blacksmith, alive in 2017, owns the banks, mass media
and schools, brainwashed slaves satisfy his endless thirst.
Trillions of dollars in interest every year on money
created out of thin air ! Biggest ripoff in human history
under own nose ! All IRS money pays interest to smiling fanged
Blacksmith. A foreclosed home ? We see his fangs again !
Blacksmith needs prison time ! Violating U.S.Constituion law, mandates
Gold ! Until the people wake up, the Blacksmith works late into the night,
creating counterfeit money. Retirement worth half what it was, the
Vampire laughs at American people gullibility while drinking their blood
January 1, 2017
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While in my youth, heart pounding with life
Father and son hiked nature's glory
Climbed the tallest mountains, escape city strife
Quaking Aspens surround, listen to their story
Oh the sights of autum, every picture a masterpiece
Orange, yellow and red splashed with God's paint brush
Crisp autum air, blue sky above, sun a Golden Fleece
Soundless footsteps, nature's soft carpet hush
My father's soul, visits me at times, love surround
Emersed in nature's eternal power, I'm in tune
A cool autum breeze, Quaking Aspen gentle music sound
His spirit whispers to me, we'll climb mountains again soon
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Sleep at night
Dreamworld's kite
Morning light
Open eyes, OH what a sight !
Brown Recluse delight
On my hand, next to nose, face turned white !
Big brown spider clinging tight
Jump from bed with all might
Primal life or death fight
Heart pounding flight
Rude awakening fright
Lucky no bite
Spiders crawling on me while asleep not right !
2/26/17 An Unwanted Guest poetry contest
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Oh Tsunami wave
With your awesome power roar
Take me to love deep
Written for those who, if they were faced with a Tsunami, rather
than pathetically try to run, face and embrace the wonderful
afterlife ! :)
I've been on the other side, I know how wonderful it is...beyond
words.
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What is time ? Einstein said it doesn't
really exist like we think it does.
It can change from fast to
slow, twist and warp.
Life's video goes
very slow in
time of
sad
like I'm
traveling in
snow, four feet
deep. Time speeds
up, in love's rapture, do
not question where the time
went. Lost forever in love's force.
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I awake to the sound of birds singing. A faint memory of my dreamworld still remains, the feeling of being held under water at a FEMA " Re-education" camp. I wonder if reoccurring nightmares mean anything ? Probably not.
I'm so happy that Hitlary Clinton won the election. The New York Times article "Uranium One Deal" that proved Hitlary's sinister ties to Russia turned out to be "Fake News" according to Hitlary. Now I go to work at the factory wearing a collar around my neck that protects me and all my fellow citizens from "Terrorists". All of the law abiding citizens wear collars that track everything we do, everywhere we go, everything we say. That way all terrorists will be removed immediately from our peaceful society. The collar also gives an electric shock for those lazy workers of the New World Order who aren't doing their fair share of the work required by law.
The government gives us all that we could ever want. Shelter, food, and medical care. Bicycles, guns, motorcycles, swimming, hiking, sports, Marijuana, even bouncing on a Trampoline are too dangerous for a good, productive citizen of the New World Order. Cars aren't allowed because of Global Warming !
It's the law for women to be a hard worker AND stay pregnant. No evil sex allowed, just artificial insemination from genetically superior males. It's so important to have a genetically pure race. The hard, 16 hr. per day, 7 days per week factory labor has a high turnover rate. Lots of workers have to be permanently replaced. The need for a constant supply of New World Order babies never ends!
The government censors all movies, news, and schooling to promote peace and tolerance for all. The two movies we are allowed to watch "World Peace" and "Evils of Free Enterprise" are my favorite. Under Obamacare, after age 45, everyone is taken to the "Healing Hospital", never to be seen again.
The sound of birds singing reminds me of a time long past, but I can't remember it. Something about a U.S. Constitution ? That's ok, I'm a proud member of the New World Order !
3/15/2017 poetry contest 1984 or 2017, sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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Roommate heard through his bedroom wall
voice of a stranger in my room last night
A strangers voice, definitely not me
I was sleeping ! Caused me some fright.
Concerned, not knowing who
What psycho person would creep
into my room while sleeping and talk ?
Roommate's mind starting to seep ?
What could I do? Keep my dog close
Lock windows and doors, no choice !
Dream weaver came and I awoke
My own loud alien, deep voice !
Ancient language, voice not my own
A great leader's confident command.
A previous life, long ago
Glimpse of eternity's endless sand
A profound experience
While talking in my sleep
Many life's lessons to learn
That stays in our deep
01/10/2017
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Why me?
Stranded on hard ice, alone
Sun's cold light false hope
Howling wind cuts soul and bone
Destiny
Lost frozen feet walk, no bliss
Silent prayer their guide
Miracles born in darkest corridors whisper and kiss
Destiny
Life at last ! Coming fast !
Planet of eat or be eaten, knife in hand
Suddenly strength of 10, Bear meat though arm needs cast
Destiny
Two hundred miles, a cabin, maybe a Coors ?
Instead of a Coors, Trapper's murderous eyes wait till I sleep
I awake, tied to a bed, sound of chainsaw roars
Destiny
Lunatic approaches, sinister smile
Prey has fallen into his trap
Want to be away from here, at least a mile
Destiny
A stumble, a fall, chainsaw cuts rope, life at times fair !
I'm free, strength of 10 again !
I give trapper coffee, while he is tied to his chair
Destiny
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