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Adrian DeVine

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#3612 Nov 17, 2012
Always Have A Dream

Forget About The Days
When ItS Been Cloudy, But Do noT
Forget Your Hours In The Sun.

Forget About The Times
You haVe Been Defeated, But Do noT
Forget The Victories You haVe Won.

Forget About The Mistakes That
You Can not Change Now, But Do noT
Forget The Lessons

Forget About The Misfortunes
You haVe Encountered, But Do noT
Forget The Times Your Luck Has
Turned

Forget About The Days
When You haVe Been Lonely, But Do noT
Forget The Friendly Smiles You haVe
Seen

Forget About The Plans That
Did noT Seem To Work Out Right, But Do noT
Forget To Always Have A Dream...!!!

sent by a friend......

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Since: Jun 08

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#3613 Nov 17, 2012
My Dependence

A Poem

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
on my kith and kin, for they all shower
harsh and warm advices, complaints
full wondering ,true and info giants.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my friends, chat and want me near
with domestic,family and romantic tips
colleagues as well , guide me work at risks.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my neighbours too, envy at times
when at my rise of fortune like to hear
my daily steps , easy and odd things too.

also sent by the same friend....... how wonderful he is.....
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3614 Nov 17, 2012
The early November rain has a smell
that lingers among grass and earth

and the diffusing gray of the city sky
makes the car lights more luminous

this might be a fantasy but it is rather the other side of the poem

on the other side of the poem
I see a form in the shadows:
legs, a breast, an obscured face

and some who no longer walk Earth

on the other side of the poem
I am writing the poem
in their immense silence

of grief without reference

each dawn on the other side of the poem
comets streak the sky

permission is asked to enter the abstractions
infecting speech

when we cannot find the counters
to clarify the emotion that engulfs us

I am often speaking of this
with someone in my head
who is never absent

on the other side of the poem........



Now the stunning sun shines
on the other side of the poem

objects of an age: a condom, a joint, a microchip

ten or a hundred or a thousand years ago
it was said saints walked among the people

on the other side of the poem
is the blank world past which there is nothing

and the other world
of endless possibility

which are the same worlds
in so far as memory and
imagination converge in the actual

though sometimes
I forget who walks the rooms

if I am the son or the father
with a woman or with Mother

while the mausoleums of the clouds
disperse and gather
while the vaults of the oceans
are rebuilt and leveled

the thunder of the armies and of the engines
that Alexander brought to Phoenicia to raze Tyre

we are born to the Earth
and made its rulers

until each is the alien
stranded without choice on the Earth

in whose gravity
the mourner kneels

on the other side of the poem.....
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3616 Nov 18, 2012
In the light of the morning dawn,
the sunlight flickering on our lawn,
I roll over to see
her gazing at me.
On her face, a smile drawn.

I reach to graze her tender skin
And peer deep into her eyes…

In spite of the lingering pain
from all of last night’s strain,
she pierces me
with honest glee.
The details – too profane.

I reach to graze her smile chagrin
And burrow deep into her thighs…

What is next, My Love?
More heat to never speak of?
I grab the rope;
She squeals with hope.
The promises now given a shove.

I reach to graze her mortal sin
And stare deep into her lies…

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3617 Nov 18, 2012
One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love,love someone else!!!!!

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#3620 Nov 19, 2012
AdrianDeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Wonderful at plagiarizing! It must have been from DeVine!
Poem written by Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.indolink.com/Poetry/myDepend.html
um actually no...... Adrian didn't send me this........

and as i have said..... HE SENT ME IT...... HE DIDN'T WRITE IT......

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Since: Jun 08

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#3621 Nov 19, 2012
AdrianDeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Copied/pasted from this site:
http://ismsmessages.com/ghazal-sms/forget-abo...
thank you..... i'm sure he did..... but the meaning is still there..... he's a friend .... and he likes to send me stuff... which i think is cool.....

have a nice day.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

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Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3622 Nov 19, 2012
I have a heart and that is true,but now it has gone from me to you,so care for it just like I do becasue I have no heart and you now have two.!!!
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3623 Nov 19, 2012
When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.

They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.


Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.

Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –

In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3624 Nov 19, 2012
(for Lady Macbeth.....You'll know who I mean)



I wish that children came
easy as a lie.

That blood came, dropped like
so many seeds

thoughtlessly.

It’s as if someone has
sewn me up.

So I took the handle of a knife
and split a slit.

Finally blood, for all the
months I missed.

Imagined a pomegranate
spilling red-bruised-black.

Imagined a girl her flesh
was blue and sad

imagined a boy his hair
was black like mine

imagined myself stretched
scream-open and alive.

It took five hours to
stitch me up.

They left my hands red
so as not to forget.

~DeVine.

PESCreate

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#3625 Nov 19, 2012
SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.
They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.
Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.
Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –
In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
Happy Holidays Adrain.
:)

Again, I will state how nice it is to see you in a variety
of threads. Kind of shocked to see that christian after you in such a way. Hmmmm. Bless their hearts -- the whole lot of them.
;-)

PESCreate

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#3626 Nov 19, 2012
Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.

What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3627 Nov 20, 2012
PESCreate wrote:
Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.
What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
Nope, we don't, I would have though you'd realize that Trish, seeing as that your history is almost two-hundred years older than ours, and we have totally different holiday celebrations......however we do celebrate Easter & Christmas the same as you Americans.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3628 Nov 20, 2012
When the past calls let it go straight to voice mail because it has nothing more to say!!!!

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3629 Nov 20, 2012
well look at my pretty little judgeits..LOL
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3630 Nov 20, 2012
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3631 Nov 21, 2012
Who is sleeping with. In the warm bed.

Where is the right word is exact in its shade of
red.

Who is sleeping with. The lips aloud with love.

The ecstasy you wanted, followed by a shove.

Who is sleeping with. Whom? Where are they

you've slept with, tonight, today?

Who is sleeping with. The lonely ones. In dream.

A limpid breast of feeling, as the genitals do
scheme.

Who is sleeping with. Exactly who in night

sleeps with whom, too soon, or late, unite.

Who is sleeping with. Upon what bed. Sea or moon.

Room. Fire. Door. Land. Sleepless as a crazed
loon.

Who is sleeping with. Children or abortions.

Sexual, sensual, or perhaps, made erotic till
contortions.

Who is sleeping with. Calm, calm as noon

taps summer's doorstep. Or does doubt wound?

Who is sleeping with. For years after years.

The turns of cheer and tear, as time calms fears.

Who is sleeping with. Do what is to do.

Sadness falls again when... with is sleeping who.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3632 Nov 21, 2012
A good relationship is with someone who knows all your insecurties but still loves you for who you are!!!!!
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3633 Nov 21, 2012
I love her with such hatred.
Her seduction so subtle,
so blatantly cruel.
That angelic look
hints of the treacherous she-devil.
Her eyes flash the heat of passion,
but she looks away,
her nipples erect,
as she sings of God’s glory.

What power this seductress wields,
hot lava pours from her lips,
men melt
and I am among those consumed.
She smiles and honey drips from her mouth,
and men forgive her brutal tease
and I too fall mesmerized at her feet.

Between her thighs
the burn of desire flavors the air,
she speaks of love and virtue,
and men struggle to maintain composure.
My eyes drop from her eyes,
my conscience scolds, my instincts govern.
I want this virgin,
and I am not alone.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

You'll Know Your True Friends.

#3634 Nov 21, 2012
A woman brought you into this world and you have no right to disrespect one!!!!!

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