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| ****Not So Far Away**** |
| 03.31.08 (3:30 pm) [edit] |
So long ago and not so faraway, eyes of two lovers
met by glance with welcoming smiles****
absolutely so foreign to one to the other, the eyes
bare the truth more often than not****
what is this truth we hold
so fiercely from one another, like the pearl so
soon to be discovered****
as we remove flesh exposed in the raw, scars to yet heal are once more opened
for all to see****
the eye like a screen will
filter such half truths, to
show the light of of day
for who we truly are not****
windows of time much to
brief to invent other lies,
will you accept such talk from this small opening****
the truth in love is not the heart, but more so
to act as a gateway to a
home not so far away**
Timm17
Copyright-2008
Windsong Press
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| 3 Comments |
| **** SERENA **** |
| 03.29.08 (1:38 pm) [edit] |
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to be true to my heart,
not so easy, such effort to accept what is not mine
yet not Serenas' either
****
she me the reliance on each not as true once again, still is the night
when lovebirds sing****
fly away with my thoughts
she knows this place, why
Serena must you always
have to know****
misfortune shall be your
aid, as Serena sings the
a song to selfish to
repeat****
as wheels go round her
wish spinning like a top,
Serena wails her lullaby
not sweet not so bitter
****
an ally once never more
to see feel nor hear the
echoes of voices that care
for her yet not for me****
Timm17
Copyright-2008
Windsong Press
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| 2 Comments |
| ** Timm,Please Wake Up** |
| 03.27.08 (2:47 pm) [edit] |
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It is absolutely bizarre
sometimes when I start
blogging and really have no subject in mind. Then for the next hour or so, I go through what is happ-
ening around the world of my "neighborhood" and I quickly deduce what a waste of writing that would be. So from there I expand my criteria for a
topic to the entire
community and that to becomes a monumental bore.
Next up is current events
within the borders of my own country and then I
quickly realize that the country that I reside in is to politically depress-
ing and most of the people
who have been elected in this "democracy" actually
put me into a coma when I
try to listen to what they are saying.( Similar to how I am boring you at
this very moment)!
Now that I have covered
the entire country for
something stimulating to write about, I turn my
focus to world events and
maybe just maybe there
might be something there
of interest. Well lo and
behold I discover an
article about how some individuals suffer from a
short attention span then I suddenly realize what a bore I can be sometimes
and immediately I fall into a temporary coma!
Timm17
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| 3 Comments |
| Small Minds of Small People About Small things! |
| 03.26.08 (5:15 pm) [edit] |
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Once upon a time there existed a small town where
many small minds existed.
In this town many of the small minds of the small people often congregated at Sally Small's tiny restaurant, where they
discussed many of the relatively small matters of the day. Many of these discussions were points of
reference where every now and then the small issues of the day were debated as
if their small minds yearned to be noticed and thought of as really big "cheeses"!
Now Sally Small, owner of this tiny restaurant was a big woman who would not tolerate such small points of view from such tiny minds. Often she gave small hints to these small people to leave and
it caused such a big "stink" and such a big impact that their tiny
heads were about to implode. Fearing the wrath
of Sally Small, all the tiny brains with their big thoughts of being a big shot, no longer became a big deal. So there after, all conversations of the small issues of that day
became no big deal for all
their small minds to absorb and so the supposed big shots faded
into a tiny shallow way of
being. This is just my small way of using my small mind to give small jabs at such small people!
Everyone have a great day and adios for now!
Timm17
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| 2 Comments |
| ****To All My Fellow T-Bloggers**** |
| 03.18.08 (2:08 am) [edit] |
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It is with deep regret that
I must inform those of you who care that effective immediately,I shall no
longer be posting any more
blogs to this website.
Initially I thought that perhaps it may have just been solely because of this "incident" with a certain blogger of this same site but as it turns out that was only a part to be played in the final analysis. I have very much
enjoyed talking and interacting with all of you
people here at T-Blog and in particular some of the mainstays of this website as it currently is, so in no particular order here are just a few of the
"good guys": Surrogate, PirateGirl, PastorDave, Literary Thought, Night-
breed,Ladyg,SquirrelZone,
Barnabus1,Lisa424, Mimi,
cuteiswhatIaimfor,Lostin-
2007, auntconi and to the others who were not mentioned, you should know who you are.(my terrible memory....old age I guess).
Take care my friends and it has been a blessing to have had the chance to "meet all of you "guys".
I feel my life has only been enhanced by knowing all of you! Take care, be gentle with yourselves and signing off I say adios!
Timm17
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| 4 Comments |
| ** Who is the Fraud....Let's Just see** |
| 03.17.08 (5:14 pm) [edit] |
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**To Fellow T-Bloggers**
=====================
This individual who calls him/herself in recent days
"DocSavage" has dared to call the poetry I write into question. I am absolutely inflamed at the possibility that any one of my fellow t-bloggers would even listen to this "fraud" who is relatively new to the T-Blog website. I would like to ask this person to literally prove to all and everyone where any of my work is plagiarized!
Failure to do so will warrant whatever legal measures that are available
to me and I challenge this "individual" who obviously knows very little about anything of substance other than perhaps his own ego,to deliver this so-called "evidence " or proof.
As you well know fellow T-bloggers I wholely believe in each individual's right to freedom of the press, and with people such as my "Accuser" they have that tendency to hide themselves from being exposed for what they exactly are, incredibly shallow individuals who seek attention no matter whos' reputation they may impune. If this persons' behavior is not called into question by such people as myself then perhaps you shall be in his "sights" and thus fall victim to such "petty" charaters like this "Doc Savage".
It is very possible that this individual has had a previous history of such conduct and to be quite honest it would not surprise me in the least. In closing, most of you who are somewhat familiar with my "work" and from past interaction on a personal level will see this person for who he really is....a child who seeks the attention of all. for the want of it as a child! Thank you for listening fellow T-Bloggers, and have a great day!
Timm17
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| 5 Comments |
| ** SIR BLUE BY BLUE ** |
| 03.15.08 (10:19 pm) [edit] |
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breaking of a heart the stillness that lies within, veins that of ice cold****
what is your truth....the
truth the one that must stand, just who are you to say such things****
your lies not so white are they, that you wish for us to believe is that for you also****
is it that if I care you shall pay penance, deeds
that only the wicked claim ownership to****
you oh so blue angel shall I turn so that you may color your lies such an off white****
a color of promise yes that one, do you so remember a night that you
claimed this truth****
take away that face one to not be reminded of, fallicies of you blue fool....do I need this****
Run to me so that I may turn away, so you must record this face, of lies
of where to blue angel****
savior of all, savior of none you sir blue angel, a friend to none a friend to one****
TIMM17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 10 Comments |
| **Lonely Girl, Unlucky Boy** |
| 03.14.08 (4:38 pm) [edit] |
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the wonder of how she is.. does she ever think of him,
an answer shall not be soon
heard echoed****
times of forgotten yester-days at play at work, was there at all a difference
my dear****
together with her apart for
for the night,mothers always will know the sad-
ness of that feeling****
daughter lover mother, trio
of masks, which is more
easily identified with the poor boy****
father is asking son whats'
the girl worth, better not
to question twice for bad news knows no speed****
young that she may be she is never that young, for the boy seeks maturity but
not the wisdom****
mother sets curfews, father
doesn't care, darkness is
an unwelcome companion day
time more at rest****
accepting that she will not
be that kind, drifters shall drift away again,and
the boy hides once more**
Timm17
Copyright-2008
Windsong Press
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| 1 Comments |
| **MOMENT TO MOMENT** |
| 03.13.08 (12:35 pm) [edit] |
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So many times I question
why I am here,so much of my time I live with fear****
Not knowing what awaits me
beyond today, this living
moment to moment is not
okay****
It doesn't matter how I understand, no can I live
by someone elses' command****
To not question why is not to be free, still so much I hopefully still will see****
Time was never really a friend of mine, yet I continue to try to buy
some time****
Desperately wishing for
things to work out, moment
to moment to live free of
any doubt****
I pretty well have wasted most of my life, Having lost all friends even losing a wife****
Out there somewhere I have a son that exists,
his growing up and all the
love we have missed****
MOMENT to MOMENT**
TIMM17
COPYRIGHT-2008
Windsong Press
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| 5 Comments |
| **TO WRITEOR NOT TO WRITE** |
| 03.11.08 (4:32 pm) [edit] |
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Over the past six(6) months, as I have been writing my poetry on line,
many of you have commented
that perhaps I should con-
sider publishing a "book
of poetry". Well I am now
sincerely thinking of now going public with my work.
Because so many of you have seemingly enjoyed my
writings and have been so supportive in that respect
I now seek your counsel on
whether or not I should go
forward with this venture.
Although of course I have the final say in this decision, your input will
weigh heavily in this dec-
ision.
I have come to trust and
respect each of your commentary skills and my appreciation is extended
to each and everyone of you for being as you are.
Well if you so desire, feel free to comment to as
to what kind of thoughts, if any you may have on this matter. Thank you all once again and the best to you all now and in your future endeavours.
Timm17
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| 4 Comments |
| ****TO BE, I AM WILLOW I AM**** |
| 03.10.08 (1:50 pm) [edit] |
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a friend of Willow, always to bend, never to break, the strength not measured
what may be the odds****
a patriarch of the grove,
to have seen its' family
so decimated with one swoop
of the sword****
Willow so very old, yet still remembers as wails of the fallen may be heard in screams of the wind****
the closeness of each only
to end at wayside, the man
the sword, selfishness such
a common sight****
tell me sir,why do you fear
me so much, is to live in harmony much trouble, or perhaps to be rid of us****
tell me Willow,as you witness your family, your
comrades,fall in the darkness not to be seen again****
a century to grow, a second
to die,is this truly so fair, that you sir as victor will only relent****
oh to stretch its' arms,to
caress the loved ones,to
freely bend to feel a cool
wind on its' back****
fate has not been so kind,
to my family time passes yet here I am, tell where
is my dear father Willow**
Timm17
Copyright**2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 2 Comments |
| ****A PATH NOT SO WORN**** |
| 03.09.08 (2:42 pm) [edit] |
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a day not to be squandered
a night not to be forgotten, all you need whatever that may be****
following this path well
worn yes it be,but who shall follow you when this
trail fades****
as if like anew, a wind southerly rages its warning, yield to what it
seemingly screams****
return it is time, you have no more,of what to give of what to live,surely this is it****
what is your focus, what lies within your sights, does it frighten you that
this is not a dream****
a path new to the sight,a
way home for you for me,
has it been really that long, memory has faded**
Timm17
Copyright**2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 1 Comments |
| ****WOLVES AT MY DOOR**** |
| 03.07.08 (5:16 pm) [edit] |
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screaming of the winds, a
howl of the wolve,bitter-
of the cold, love frozen
lost in time****
winters'name not so esteem-
ed, dreariness to struggle
clothes that weigh so heavy
can't move*****
wolves not my friends, her
sweetness with fangs that sing no, no waiting for the
cold, no love for you****
will not open the door, yet
cannot close if on you, as
I lay stretched out,can't
seem to feel my legs****
beg of the cold,it shall not listen today not even
tomorrow,the aid that comes
is not what I will****
ice of heart the same you
well know, cold as the hell
you so wallow about in, why
pretend you warm to me****
it is never nice to see, a
thought of friend so hun-
gry, that image being still
there are wolves at my door****
TIMM17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 3 Comments |
| ****MIMI COME HOME**** |
| 03.02.08 (10:18 pm) [edit] |
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A friend an escape from
past traumas, one who vanishes no notice, one who cannot wait****
Disappearance unaccounted
for us to miss your ever so kind demeanor, will you wait for me****
No time to sigh no time to
cry, where have you not gone to, a hiding place only you know****
It is not hide I choose but to seek your solace th
that the entitlement to be safe is yours alone****
May I comfort you for a friend I may be, for only
you can signal the okay to
come forward****
What makes you run, it does not make you hide,is
this not a truth, borne
from past hurt****
It is your time, home awaits for your presence
to call unto all of us, I want to come home....Yes
****
Timm17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 2 Comments |