<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:01:53.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to The Poetry Lounge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-1250065890774192941</id><published>2007-07-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:19:33.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was at the dance&lt;br /&gt;A lad met a lass&lt;br /&gt;They exchanged side glances&lt;br /&gt;She loved his whiskers,&lt;br /&gt;And he loved her dimples.&lt;br /&gt;He bought her candy and Roses&lt;br /&gt;And she let him have his wishes.&lt;br /&gt;He had the pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;She had the pain&lt;br /&gt;He planted the seed,&lt;br /&gt;And she shed the blood.&lt;br /&gt;Nine months went, then came the day&lt;br /&gt;And she bore the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Now, five years gone by,&lt;br /&gt;And the five year old empties bins for food,&lt;br /&gt;For he’s an abandoned loner in the city.&lt;br /&gt;She still goes to the dances and get s the roses,&lt;br /&gt;And she just had her third conception.&lt;br /&gt;He’s out there, the proud father of many,&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, and looking for another prey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-1250065890774192941?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1250065890774192941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=1250065890774192941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/1250065890774192941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/1250065890774192941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/tale-of-love.html' title='A tale of love'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-7375324831942478472</id><published>2007-07-17T07:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:21:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven must be lacking an angel I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Coz there’s one I see in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Great, perfect, just an ultimate Masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what’s hidden behind that dress…&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, little cute princess.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear you have it all; I must confess.&lt;br /&gt;You look better from behind, even perfect from the front,&lt;br /&gt;All sides, looking really fly n hot! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am the judge, and there’s nothing you’re not! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres much u haven’t told me though.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s so much I already know.&lt;br /&gt;Your second name must be Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Coz in a way u take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;From top to bottom you look just fine&lt;br /&gt;We’re strangers now, but we can cross that line,&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to tango, and you know what I mean,&lt;br /&gt;If you can find sometime this valentine,&lt;br /&gt;Cutie, would you please be mine? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I keep telling u that u better know how to do mouth-to-mouth…Coz every other&lt;br /&gt;time am with ya, and u turn ur sweet face around to look at me, and our eyes&lt;br /&gt;meet somewhere in the middle…you literally take my breath away! Did I flatter&lt;br /&gt;you? I hope I didn’t, coz this is not flattery. Its the truth. I couldn’t put&lt;br /&gt;it in any other way.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-7375324831942478472?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7375324831942478472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=7375324831942478472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7375324831942478472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7375324831942478472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-818098487002698991</id><published>2007-07-17T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:18:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the heart doesn’t like,&lt;br /&gt;And the soul doesn’t want&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to work out.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is to be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Follow the feelings of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes they may hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So Dear, lets not even start,&lt;br /&gt;Coz our future is dark, faint and blank.&lt;br /&gt;Please spare me the sight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope tiz easy for you to understand,&lt;br /&gt;That there’s nothing for us to build.&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way we can be!&lt;br /&gt;There’s a big space you can’t fill.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it, or take it the way you will,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes we gotta be real.&lt;br /&gt;I just told you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope we have a deal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you sing a song, you dedicate it to somebody. Or even when u make a&lt;br /&gt;drawing, or a sweet looking painting. Or write a poem. But this is different.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t dedicate this to anybody. And to all those who read it please,(good&lt;br /&gt;advice); don’t do it. just enjoy the reading)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-818098487002698991?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/818098487002698991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=818098487002698991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/818098487002698991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/818098487002698991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-not-love.html' title='Its Not Love...'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-7591754300154592608</id><published>2007-07-17T06:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:20:30.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If they asked me what I valued most in ma life&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry I won’t have an answer to give,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you’re the one who knows me good enough to tell.&lt;br /&gt;You’re like my better half,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the ultimate love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that when u walk down the isle,&lt;br /&gt;That day, when u kiss your man in front of your mum,&lt;br /&gt;When u say ‘yes I do’&lt;br /&gt;And he replies me too…&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that I will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;Not among the many in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Not I don’t want to cheer,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that I’ll be there,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that I’ll get the ring too,&lt;br /&gt;Coz that day I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;After all we’ve been through,&lt;br /&gt;Finally I want it to be me and you… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Has it got to break off when it’s getting tighter? Has there always to be&lt;br /&gt;another start after we lost the connection? Do we always have to keep looking&lt;br /&gt;back and going to the start after every other trial? Can’t the love keep&lt;br /&gt;burning n the flame blazing such that we get to be with one person who we&lt;br /&gt;know well till we walk with them down the isle? I know it doesn’t happen, and&lt;br /&gt;that was the motive of this short crazy composition-to get you asking why it&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t always happen…).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-7591754300154592608?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7591754300154592608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=7591754300154592608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7591754300154592608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7591754300154592608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/promise.html' title='The promise'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-8667999924437753048</id><published>2007-07-17T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:21:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbulence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There old sweet smile has gone&lt;br /&gt;We are together, but I feel all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt inspired by your smile,&lt;br /&gt;But now I see it no more.&lt;br /&gt;You sound cold, you look tense.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike then, nowadays we talk less,&lt;br /&gt;When we’re together there’s just silence.&lt;br /&gt;You got me wondering-Am I the menace?&lt;br /&gt;Am a lost ship sailing in the seas.&lt;br /&gt;All I want in my heart is a little peace.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the harder I’ll fall the more I’ll bounce,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it some little time, some more patience.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be there again since we’ve been there once.&lt;br /&gt;Now sweetie, Look me straight in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my heart and please don’t lie,&lt;br /&gt;Why did the good old days die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Everything at some point has a state of instability. A ship meets heavy&lt;br /&gt;breeze in the seas and needs to anchor. Every relationship has that point&lt;br /&gt;where there is turbulence, this poem here is meant to inspire, to show that&lt;br /&gt;even when those bad times come when there is no peace, we should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;These times are just meant to take us higher, to make us tighter; be more&lt;br /&gt;stronger than we were..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-8667999924437753048?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8667999924437753048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=8667999924437753048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8667999924437753048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8667999924437753048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/turbulence.html' title='Turbulence'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-806493729484812101</id><published>2007-07-17T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:22:17.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally I’ve submitted to it,&lt;br /&gt;They win, I lose.&lt;br /&gt;Now I play the ‘what if’ game&lt;br /&gt;Because however much I desire it&lt;br /&gt;The tune of ‘what is’ is not at my reach.&lt;br /&gt;I settle for the little that I get,&lt;br /&gt;Twas all like a bad dream, but now am awake.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you agree to this feeling of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a painful hard stroke of fate.&lt;br /&gt;Torture inflicted, but without the slight intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this poem is meant to inspire those amidst us who have experienced a&lt;br /&gt;situation where the only option is to lose. might be hard to understand but&lt;br /&gt;when the competition to get what or who we desire is too hard, sometimes we&lt;br /&gt;leave it. We stop the venture and let fate take control; we submit to it. We&lt;br /&gt;give in. we are all placed in such situations by life. Maybe its our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it’s the love of our life’s we are after but they prove a very&lt;br /&gt;challenging feat to venture into. Have the courage to move on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-806493729484812101?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/806493729484812101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=806493729484812101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/806493729484812101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/806493729484812101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/impossible-love.html' title='Impossible Love'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-3174494872591632363</id><published>2007-07-17T06:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:23:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreams, we all have them.&lt;br /&gt;Mine are of places far and distant.&lt;br /&gt;Of faces and races queer and different.&lt;br /&gt;So one day we gotta be apart.&lt;br /&gt;But you, you who are left,&lt;br /&gt;You, who are loved,&lt;br /&gt;Be hopeful and sustain the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Know that hope is stronger than a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;And after every dry spell comes the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Finally a way will open,&lt;br /&gt;And one day I’ll see you again.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a world out there that I wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a man that I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;Bestowed upon me is a worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of grand dreams I can’t lose.&lt;br /&gt;Many days will pass by, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Before we get to be close.&lt;br /&gt;But For a while, I hope you can hold your patience,&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve gone only to seek a life for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-3174494872591632363?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3174494872591632363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=3174494872591632363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3174494872591632363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3174494872591632363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-8384580398494493849</id><published>2007-07-17T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:23:42.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears From A Troubled Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes when I look and witness&lt;br /&gt;I feel feeble and pretty helpless,&lt;br /&gt;When I see the vast injustice&lt;br /&gt;Like watching a baby&lt;br /&gt;In his mothers arms&lt;br /&gt;Both starving, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;The world visits and takes the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;The world watches and airs views.&lt;br /&gt;They make the money out of the great news.&lt;br /&gt;They have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Behind every heart is a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the agony,&lt;br /&gt;You hear the shouting silence of the hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Souls in anguish,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts in distress... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(TV teaches, and yes, sometimes TV inspires. When Oprah Winfrey visited a&lt;br /&gt;concentration camp in post war Germany, I accidentally turned on the TV and&lt;br /&gt;watched the most touching documentary ever of how more than 1.5 million Jews&lt;br /&gt;were killed by the Nazi in the 1940s-Of how vast helpless innocent blood was&lt;br /&gt;poured. And many dreams lost; Many noble dreams of both young and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;And so I put pen to paper and wrote this short poem just to express of the&lt;br /&gt;many similar situations that happen in the world...in our world.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-8384580398494493849?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8384580398494493849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=8384580398494493849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8384580398494493849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8384580398494493849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/tears-from-troubled-heart.html' title='Tears From A Troubled Heart'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-4689142724978759189</id><published>2007-07-17T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:24:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like you…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, while at the mall,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl and waved and said hello.&lt;br /&gt;She acted, looked, talked and walked just like you,&lt;br /&gt;The hair, the color, the valor, the style,&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I almost couldn’t tell!&lt;br /&gt;But when she turned around I saw it all,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t you, and it sent me wondering where did you go,&lt;br /&gt;I pulled back and reminisced for a while,&lt;br /&gt;The tender hugs, the precious moments, the lovely smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what became of us, dear angel?&lt;br /&gt;Once, you were always an inch close,&lt;br /&gt;Now you seem a lifetime away,&lt;br /&gt;Speak to my heart and don’t lie,&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be here one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I don’t know what to do. The thought of you makes me shiver. You are&lt;br /&gt;invisible but you are omnipresent. Though you don’t know it, you guide and&lt;br /&gt;inspire me through my whole day. I wrote this line with you in mind. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn’t know. Maybe it’s the distance, maybe it’s the differences. But I&lt;br /&gt;swear I saw an angel that walked and looked and did it just like you. Its&lt;br /&gt;painful and never the same to have to go through such.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-4689142724978759189?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4689142724978759189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=4689142724978759189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/4689142724978759189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/4689142724978759189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-like-you.html' title='Just like you…'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-5211740393883452611</id><published>2007-07-17T06:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:24:41.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In moments of sorrow, pain and fury&lt;br /&gt;Or in times of joy and merry.&lt;br /&gt;In bitter or better,&lt;br /&gt;And in good or worse.&lt;br /&gt;In plentiful or in scarcity&lt;br /&gt;And for the sweet and very nasty&lt;br /&gt;In tender or rough tide&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;To love and to cherish your sweet company,&lt;br /&gt;From now dear to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;This again I do swear,&lt;br /&gt;To be there and always true, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;So, honey, if I said I do,&lt;br /&gt;Would you go, on and say ‘me too’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-5211740393883452611?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5211740393883452611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=5211740393883452611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/5211740393883452611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/5211740393883452611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-promise.html' title='My Promise'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-1283884687711502069</id><published>2007-07-17T06:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:25:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, don’t quit,&lt;br /&gt;Rise and move up, don’t sit on your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Stop the fear and gather the heat&lt;br /&gt;Rise now and move to the start&lt;br /&gt;Let go the thirst in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, just do it!&lt;br /&gt;Just do it, yea, its true you can&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from zero you can turn&lt;br /&gt;And ride as high as the sun&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not enough to just plan,&lt;br /&gt;So rise now, and move to the start line,&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the ball and run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-1283884687711502069?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1283884687711502069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=1283884687711502069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/1283884687711502069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/1283884687711502069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do it!'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-2244075026973933642</id><published>2007-07-17T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:27:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, mum you helped and guided me,&lt;br /&gt;In ways and days I cannot pay.&lt;br /&gt;Your sacrifices and advices I forget not,&lt;br /&gt;But now Mum, we part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go and seek to brighten my fate,&lt;br /&gt;Let not my star shine too late.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever God wishes we shall meet,&lt;br /&gt;And if not Mum, take my last pat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(We don’t spend all our life's with the people we love. It’s a bitter reality&lt;br /&gt;we gotta face. Sometimes we gotta move on, get away from them however much we&lt;br /&gt;dislike it. Mum, this is for you. I wrote it when I was 17, and still remains&lt;br /&gt;unchanged as it sounds still fresh in my mind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-2244075026973933642?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2244075026973933642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=2244075026973933642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/2244075026973933642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/2244075026973933642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-3516074079258345909</id><published>2007-07-17T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:30:00.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The moon has risen again this twilight&lt;br /&gt;Look, its shining up the sky so bright&lt;br /&gt;Its rays eating up the dark veil of the night&lt;br /&gt;And showering the land with its so tender light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you remind me of great moments and so tender memories,&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, gazing under the shadows of your rays,&lt;br /&gt;Watching you rule over the stars scattered across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like shards of broken glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it gladdens me this night, to see you looking so well&lt;br /&gt;Dear, and how its inspires my heart, I cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;I can only send the wind with a kiss up above&lt;br /&gt;So, sweet maiden goodbye, and goodnight my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(That day we stood out in the bright light of the night and watched the moon&lt;br /&gt;together: Ali Merjik. That dude who inspired me to jot this down. What a&lt;br /&gt;pleasure and honor it was for God to have to bring you around for the few&lt;br /&gt;months we got to know each other. Expensive glass souvenirs remind people of&lt;br /&gt;their beloved ones. Pictures on the walls bring back memories in many&lt;br /&gt;people’s hearts. This poem here that I wrote reminds me of you-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-3516074079258345909?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3516074079258345909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=3516074079258345909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3516074079258345909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3516074079258345909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/twilight-delight.html' title='Twilight delight'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-8387634508910904216</id><published>2007-07-17T06:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:30:41.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The name of the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How is it girl,&lt;br /&gt;That Today you’re mine,&lt;br /&gt;But Tomorrow you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;Now your sweet lovely precious angel,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow just another scary devil.&lt;br /&gt;From something you love and adore,&lt;br /&gt;To extremely nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Today am your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you leave me weary and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how is it girl,&lt;br /&gt;That when we kiss you promise me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow you’re with another.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you treat me like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;You take me From a prince to just pieces.&lt;br /&gt;But Girl I struggle to give you my all,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;Because every voice has its flow,&lt;br /&gt;Then every game has its name.&lt;br /&gt;Hit and run,&lt;br /&gt;Is that the name of the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(a motor cyclist hits a pedestrian and runs away to get away from the danger&lt;br /&gt;and the blame. There are people who come into our lives to use us, and then&lt;br /&gt;just run away coz they don’t want to be associated with us. We should detect&lt;br /&gt;and keep away from these kind of people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-8387634508910904216?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8387634508910904216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=8387634508910904216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8387634508910904216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/8387634508910904216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/name-of-game.html' title='The name of the game'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-7420549365586179046</id><published>2007-07-17T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:32:37.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had Diana, Winnie and Lydia&lt;br /&gt;But Pamela was still in the picture&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t like one color,&lt;br /&gt;So I chose to go for a mixture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grazed n touched here and there&lt;br /&gt;That’s what it means to be real true player.&lt;br /&gt;But a man gotta stand somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Change is like rest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate and cherish what you get.&lt;br /&gt;You may get the best but never the perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So you better settle before its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-7420549365586179046?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7420549365586179046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=7420549365586179046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7420549365586179046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7420549365586179046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-7264278171804205732</id><published>2007-07-17T06:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:34:33.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Momma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If one day you woke up,&lt;br /&gt;and don't see me around no more,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, am safe and whole.&lt;br /&gt;Am out here seeking and toiling&lt;br /&gt;and one day while you're there grieving,&lt;br /&gt;i will knock at your door,&lt;br /&gt;there i will bring it all,&lt;br /&gt;all the glory back in your torn life&lt;br /&gt;I know its been hard and tough,&lt;br /&gt;But I will repay all those years of grief.&lt;br /&gt;All the hurdles you say me through.&lt;br /&gt;The many sacrifices, the things you had to do.&lt;br /&gt;Believe and take these words from me.&lt;br /&gt;One day, one time it will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Everybody likes their mums. That’s not enough! Am a proud son and I give her&lt;br /&gt;the whole dose unconditionally-I love my mum. I fate will keep me around long&lt;br /&gt;enough to prove my words.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-7264278171804205732?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7264278171804205732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=7264278171804205732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7264278171804205732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7264278171804205732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-momma.html' title='Dear Momma...'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-7906161102052813136</id><published>2007-07-17T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:35:47.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next level...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We bend our knees to pray,&lt;br /&gt;but i bend mine to beg.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, would you be offended,&lt;br /&gt;If I asked to be more than your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, but I hope you understand;&lt;br /&gt;That Sometimes we take, sometimes we give.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we like, and sometimes we love.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ways and I adore your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Am down on my knee asking this favor girl,&lt;br /&gt;Can we take this to the next level?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-7906161102052813136?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7906161102052813136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=7906161102052813136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7906161102052813136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/7906161102052813136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-level.html' title='The next level...'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-3690713559151985473</id><published>2007-07-17T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:52:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other man.</title><content type='html'>Who was it girl,&lt;br /&gt;that took the smile, when it was almost a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;a minute too soon,&lt;br /&gt;before the spark became a flame.&lt;br /&gt;Who was it that stole the beauty of it,&lt;br /&gt;made it look like it no longer works.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who was it,&lt;br /&gt;that turned the heart of an innocent calf,&lt;br /&gt;to that of a rebellious wolve?&lt;br /&gt;Who was it,&lt;br /&gt;that came along and put the dreams we had on hold?&lt;br /&gt;Who was it that took it away,&lt;br /&gt;chopped our dreams right on the bud,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly made you turn round?&lt;br /&gt;From the top right to the grave,&lt;br /&gt;From a king to just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;who was it that came along,&lt;br /&gt;Took the place in your heart where I belong?&lt;br /&gt;That all you want now is for me to pack and leave,&lt;br /&gt;a heart full of sorrow and grieve.&lt;br /&gt;Tell who was it girl,&lt;br /&gt;that took the only love of my life?&lt;br /&gt;(Life takes us through many things. Like a ride on a thousand mile journey on a horse&lt;br /&gt;cart. Sometimes we meet mountains, and at others we encounter valleys. But the hardest&lt;br /&gt;thing to face in life is seeing the person you love loving somebody else.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-3690713559151985473?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3690713559151985473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=3690713559151985473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3690713559151985473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/3690713559151985473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/other-man.html' title='The other man.'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-6118820402119163499</id><published>2007-07-17T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:36:43.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends are like a jigsaw puzzle;&lt;br /&gt;connected and dependent on each other,&lt;br /&gt;and if you lose one piece,&lt;br /&gt;the rest of it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;When I say you're my friend,&lt;br /&gt;this is what i mean;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is made up of you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your your friend,&lt;br /&gt;from now till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Coz thats the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;As you read these words take a minute,&lt;br /&gt;feel if you can find in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;some little space to accommodate that.&lt;br /&gt;You have all of me, no doubt,&lt;br /&gt;But as i sit here i wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you can spare just a little time,&lt;br /&gt;to return this little favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They laugh with us, the cry with us. They take us through the hot day, and via the cold&lt;br /&gt;night. We drink and dine with&lt;br /&gt;them. Sometimes we don't notice them, sometimes we ignore them. This little poem is&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to all who help to&lt;br /&gt;make it possible through all times in our lives; Our Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-6118820402119163499?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6118820402119163499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=6118820402119163499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/6118820402119163499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/6118820402119163499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755889951228090830.post-6157259183585865491</id><published>2007-07-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:36:15.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts never cease to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monuments age and fall,&lt;br /&gt;civilizations always crumble,&lt;br /&gt;friends too, often come and go.&lt;br /&gt;cheap promises are easily broken,&lt;br /&gt;tears dry the pain in the sands of time.&lt;br /&gt;Even Strong strings break loose.&lt;br /&gt;smiles turn to frowns,t&lt;br /&gt;wells even go dry, too.&lt;br /&gt;Precious writings fade from the walls.&lt;br /&gt;But Hearts never cease to love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755889951228090830-6157259183585865491?l=poemslounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6157259183585865491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5755889951228090830&amp;postID=6157259183585865491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/6157259183585865491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5755889951228090830/posts/default/6157259183585865491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemslounge.blogspot.com/2007/07/hearts-never-cease-to-love.html' title='Hearts never cease to love'/><author><name>Online Article Writer &amp;amp; SEO.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07693030214269723501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
