Poems for Our Friends...
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Kavita, we missed you for weeks! The number of posts on you speaks. So now that you're back, Our comments high stack. And I'm so excited, it leaks... VM, please feel spunky real soon. We'll rejoice when you break forth in tune. If someone's oppressing you, Just create till you break right through! Then we'll feast with high glass and full spoon. The Star in the sky shines the brightest, Though the moon try as hard as she mightest. 'Tis her twinkle in eye? Macadamia pie? No! 'Tis her heart that her fiance eyesest! It's clear I mistooked about Luna, When she slept in her phase of new moona. Now she waxes so bright! I'm struck dumb in full fright... How I grieve that I spoke much too soona. There was 'mongst the fragrance' of May The most beauteous bud on a spray. Her limbs, they did prance, And her belly did dance, Till the gents to her poem swooned away. Stassy, so sassy and brassy, Rhymes her name, no coy lassie. She's smart as can be, And ethical times three, With classy face and chassis. A mermaid I dreamt of named Vina Stole my heart when she plunged from the zenith. If I follow, I'll drown. If I don't, I'm a clown. So I'll post for advice from Kavita. An engineer lass Stolen Kisses Told modern ideas to my missus. Now she won't do her work 'Less I pose as her clerk, Yet she still sports chic dresses and tresses. A gentleman rare, dubbed Sir Good-- He's the ace 'ristocrat 'mongst us hoods-- Does respectfully chastise, But then playfully flirt wise, Merely hinting at conquests he could. The god of the seas is dubbed Aqua. His realms glint and glimmer like lacquer. The goddesses there Know his luv is true fair, Though he flirt as if singing grand opera. Pyyro, Pyyro, flaming bright, In all hearts all through the night, Can we live to see the day? Yes . . . but chaff you ash away! A brilliant detective is Soorya. He'll powder your toe prints, I assure ya. So wear your gumshoes, And be wise when to snooze, Or he'll nab you and promptly adjure ya. Kind Pretty is patiently waiting For a limerick badly postdating. Sweet, strong, smart, wise, and fair-- All the fellows do stare-- At least she'll not wait for choice mating! Hansini, the beautiful Swan, Glides gracefully hither and yon. Her timbre of voice May not Sweet seem, by choice, Yet she'll never elicit a yawn. Natie the arachnophile Works in gemstones of carats by mile. The fang, she ain't mind it, For she rests behind it. 'Tis the folks out in front fear to smile. Will the brooch through the heart Give the ticker a start? Or consign it to history's file? Or resign it to mystery's vial . . . A versatile wordsmith is Pretty. She inspires Apollonian ditties. The cat says, "Meow," Prizefighters mime, "Pow!" And Pretty's penned songs float the city. Sir Goodie is fond to say, "Simple!" Which he tones with a smile and a dimple. Never could he offend, "Dear," Neither, "ha ha," pretend smear, For his heart's as a pure sister's wimple. I invite everyone to contribute loving respectful poems... |
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2/14/2007 10:02 pm |
 ,shall i start blushing???hahahahaha thanks dear poet, for the nice words!
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2/14/2007 10:31 pm |
So beautiful........WOW.......thank you sweetie...."X
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2/15/2007 12:57 am |
I'm Back TQ for the lovely limerick. cheers
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2/15/2007 4:36 am |
poetdancer If u follow.....I'll make sure u don't drown If u don't.....It's ok...u can never be a clown My...my, ur statements seems to be all wrong But...one thing, I respect u n ur words... very strong And for this,in my heart....u hold n own a special crown sunset       
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2/15/2007 5:46 am |
My Dear Sir Iam beneficed. Soorya
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2/15/2007 6:04 am |
Good, blush away! It will make you a fox magnet... Star, thank you. Takes one sweetheart to know another... VM, welcome back! Now we can have that feast... Soorya, your benefice blesses me... You're all very welcome. Thank you. Sunset, you outdo us all, as always... Keep leading us higher... Everyone, feel free to jump right in with your poems of all loving respectful kinds and styles. Revision: But she yet sports chic tresses and dresses.
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2/15/2007 6:52 am |
So sweet of you Thank you Poet  Why worry and have wrinkles ... When you can smile and have dimples 
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2/15/2007 7:00 am |
I shall be back but won't break your neck  just put in a few words for you all ... but it won't hurt am always kind, or try to be even though some kicked me ... but that don't disturb so take heed and care for those who are kind and share some whisdom with the ones who don't mind Why worry and have wrinkles ... When you can smile and have dimples
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2/15/2007 9:22 am |
very sweet good i like it when u blush  hehexoxo rani♥
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2/15/2007 10:43 am |
Kavita, you're very welcome and very appreciated in every way always. Thank you. Your poem is wise and loving and beautiful, just like you. Rani, thank you. Now I owe you a poem, too, and I like your poems that I read before, though I'm jealous of what you said to Good...
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2/15/2007 5:10 pm |
Arvai, the mysterious Sphinx? Or is he a Buddha, you thinks? He might be the brother Of Mona Lisa or other, Cuz his smile and his word never blinks, Never stinks, Never jinx. He's the smoothest Saint in these precincts...
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2/16/2007 1:59 am |
Rainstorm, thunder, lightening! Rani, your power is frightening! Till your rain Soothes us sane. Oh! You're truly delightening...
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2/16/2007 3:00 am |
Great Mighty, the hero of cyber, Drove the Taliban back through the Khyber, With his stick or his carrot Or his cowboy flung lariat-- That soldier sports extra tough fiber. Is it Sunny who shines cross the sky? So all the night tears soon to dry? Dears, when you stop crying, Sweet ladies, start eyeing. Yes, it's Bunny whose hops catch your eye!
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2/16/2007 11:21 pm |
Bro, thanx for being my clerk, hehehe
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2/17/2007 3:44 am |
Stolen, you're welcome. What shall I do for you this morning?
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3/1/2007 9:01 pm |
If I ever met a POET- you are one good one--keep it up youir wording is so beautiful...thanks--
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3/2/2007 6:33 pm |
Kait, thank you.
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5/24/2009 7:25 pm |
By the way, Sternendiener is pronounced "Steerneende- eeneer. We pronounce "e" as "ee" and "I" as your "e". Om tat phat
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5/25/2009 1:40 pm |
Stern, thanks for letting us know. I had assumed wrongly that your name would be pronounced Stehrnehndiynehr, with only four syllables, with the main accent on the first, and the secondary accent on the third. I'm using eh for the vowel sound in English bet, and iy for the vowel sound in English beat and beet. There is another vowel sound between eh, as in bet, and ay, as in bait, not used in most English dialects except before R or L, as in air, bare, bear, ale, ail, and longer words containing these sounds.
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5/25/2009 9:04 pm |
eh and bet is correct. I'm not good at phoenetic writing. Om tat phat
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5/26/2009 4:15 pm |
Plewase read my latest blog post. It might be provocative to some. You see, people does not often doubt their own experience. Om tat phat
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5/26/2009 6:51 pm |
Stern, thank you.
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