jeramy-hale - Hello Poetry

I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays I'm so in love with Fridays yeah hipper cooler Fridays ya gotta love them Fridays yum yum yummy Fridays rubbin tummy Fridays slappin ass-in Fridays get your giggle Fridays all together Fridays I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays

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Jul 30, 2010

Jul 30, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC

Fridays

I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays I'm so in love with Fridays yeah hipper cooler Fridays ya gotta love them Fridays yum yum yummy Fridays rubbin tummy Fridays slappin ass-in Fridays get your giggle Fridays all together Fridays I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays

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I wonder if I will ever fill the hole The hole that I feel sometimes The one that I always think I should fill Whenever I feel it When I do try to fill it I never really know for sure What I’m supposed to fill it with I’ve tried many things On rare occasions I think Hey … that hole filled up a little bit And then … the hole remains Now I’m starting to think Maybe the hole is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Like an itch I can’t scratch Something in me is programmed to fill the hole I’m thinking again … maybe the hole is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Maybe it’s the hole That drives us to our dreams Maybe it’s the hole That is our muse Maybe it’s the hole Where compassion lives Maybe it’s the hole Where creativity grows Maybe it’s the hole Where understanding walks Maybe it’s the hole Where knowledge hides Maybe it’s the hole Where love resides Maybe the hole Is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Maybe the hole Can’t be filled Maybe the hole ... is whole P.S... Someone close to me, when I read this poem to her, said when she heard it she kept thinking I was saying "whole" every time I said 'hole". I thought, hey that's pretty cool ... it works although it comes from a different place. Very Cosmic!

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Jul 9, 2010

Jul 9, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC

Filling The Hole

I wonder if I will ever fill the hole The hole that I feel sometimes The one that I always think I should fill Whenever I feel it When I do try to fill it I never really know for sure What I’m supposed to fill it with I’ve tried many things On rare occasions I think Hey … that hole filled up a little bit And then … the hole remains Now I’m starting to think Maybe the hole is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Like an itch I can’t scratch Something in me is programmed to fill the hole I’m thinking again … maybe the hole is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Maybe it’s the hole That drives us to our dreams Maybe it’s the hole That is our muse Maybe it’s the hole Where compassion lives Maybe it’s the hole Where creativity grows Maybe it’s the hole Where understanding walks Maybe it’s the hole Where knowledge hides Maybe it’s the hole Where love resides Maybe the hole Is supposed to be there Just like it is Whenever it is Maybe the hole Can’t be filled Maybe the hole ... is whole P.S... Someone close to me, when I read this poem to her, said when she heard it she kept thinking I was saying "whole" every time I said 'hole". I thought, hey that's pretty cool ... it works although it comes from a different place. Very Cosmic!

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if you hear me walk behind you don't turn around if you feel me getting closer don't turn around if you feel my tap on your shoulder don't turn around if you do i will fall through the earth to the other side through the sky past the twinkling lights i will fall through the webs of woven dreams and clasping hands of fingers intertwined i will fall through spreading arms and open hearts through the earth to the other side through the sky i will fall

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Jul 9, 2010

Jul 9, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC

i will fall

if you hear me walk behind you don't turn around if you feel me getting closer don't turn around if you feel my tap on your shoulder don't turn around if you do i will fall through the earth to the other side through the sky past the twinkling lights i will fall through the webs of woven dreams and clasping hands of fingers intertwined i will fall through spreading arms and open hearts through the earth to the other side through the sky i will fall

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Barefoot we came Everyone loved our innocence … and joyful expression Then we put on shoes … hmm … got more thoughtful … less innocent … The shoes hid our feet Our thoughts hid our joy Now we struggle to lose our well constructed veils of thought … and to get those **** shoes off.

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Jun 1, 2010

Jun 1, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC

Barefoot We Came

Barefoot we came Everyone loved our innocence … and joyful expression Then we put on shoes … hmm … got more thoughtful … less innocent … The shoes hid our feet Our thoughts hid our joy Now we struggle to lose our well constructed veils of thought … and to get those **** shoes off.

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I'm glad it's you ... Cuz it had to be something new. It had to be something fresh ... It had to be something honest ... Something natural ... It just had to be. It had to be primal ... From a more unusual place. All by itself ... All of its own. Free of fingerprints ... Free of plan ... Free of idea ... Something magic ... Something joyful ... Always comes from love. In infinite shapes ... Infinite ways. And when it settles ... We can bow for the honor. To feel something new ... Something fresh ... Something honest ... Something natural ... I'm glad it's you.

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Jan 25, 2010

Jan 25, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC

I'm Glad It's You

I'm glad it's you ... Cuz it had to be something new. It had to be something fresh ... It had to be something honest ... Something natural ... It just had to be. It had to be primal ... From a more unusual place. All by itself ... All of its own. Free of fingerprints ... Free of plan ... Free of idea ... Something magic ... Something joyful ... Always comes from love. In infinite shapes ... Infinite ways. And when it settles ... We can bow for the honor. To feel something new ... Something fresh ... Something honest ... Something natural ... I'm glad it's you.

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i have a burning in my chest ...  i am a mad poet ...  words are spilling out of my pores ...  the words that don't get used and make it to paper ... are all over the floor ...  glad to be anywhere near me ...  knowing they have come thru me and that at any time ... they might get the call ...  i love them as my children ... i love them as my partners ...  i love them as my allies ...  they love me ... knowing they were born in my blood ...  remembering how long they have waited ... for the time to be right ...  they recognize me ... as their father and their mother ...  they ride the burning in my chest and wait for the moment ...  knowing i am a mad poet ...

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Jan 25, 2010

Jan 25, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC

Mad Poet

i have a burning in my chest ...  i am a mad poet ...  words are spilling out of my pores ...  the words that don't get used and make it to paper ... are all over the floor ...  glad to be anywhere near me ...  knowing they have come thru me and that at any time ... they might get the call ...  i love them as my children ... i love them as my partners ...  i love them as my allies ...  they love me ... knowing they were born in my blood ...  remembering how long they have waited ... for the time to be right ...  they recognize me ... as their father and their mother ...  they ride the burning in my chest and wait for the moment ...  knowing i am a mad poet ...

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Churn churn, This boiling *** of thoughts and versions ... Churns itself. Driving me to stop and breathe ... Just long enough to take a bearing ... Finger in the wind. Just long enough to pause in the in-between ... And to take back what is ours ... What humanity is the steward of. Have you laughed ... The laughter of understanding? The time for crying is past. Enough tears have already been shed. It's time to take back what is ours. What humanity is the steward of. The power of thought Transforms all through the alchemy of love and creativity. The alchemy of imagination ... In humanity's hands.

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Jan 25, 2010

Jan 25, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC

Churn

Churn churn, This boiling *** of thoughts and versions ... Churns itself. Driving me to stop and breathe ... Just long enough to take a bearing ... Finger in the wind. Just long enough to pause in the in-between ... And to take back what is ours ... What humanity is the steward of. Have you laughed ... The laughter of understanding? The time for crying is past. Enough tears have already been shed. It's time to take back what is ours. What humanity is the steward of. The power of thought Transforms all through the alchemy of love and creativity. The alchemy of imagination ... In humanity's hands.

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