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by Two Moons on 04 October 2013 - 01:10
Then after a rum or two the first mate took advantage of the delicate sad beauties....Aye, that he did..
Resurrected from the deep ye are.
Them wenches gonna have me hide on a yard arm.

by CaptMike on 04 October 2013 - 01:10

by Two Moons on 04 October 2013 - 01:10
Now that the cats out of the bag, I expect a bit of their wrath as well....lol
No matter, I can take it.....:)

by yellowrose of Texas on 04 October 2013 - 03:10
Thinking and Thinking!
YR


by yellowrose of Texas on 04 October 2013 - 04:10
But the little birds sing in spite of snow.
I like to believe that I, a man, can do as well as a
Little bird can.
But you have to have faith in the rightness of things,
To fling yourself out on feathers and wing,
And sing when there seems to be nothing there,
But icy winds and empty air.
Little bird, fly up to the top of the tree of my mind,
And since your Song to me." - unknown

by Shtal on 04 October 2013 - 05:10
Here is my emotional poem;
If you take a program such as Dragon Naturally Speaking (Voice Recognition)
That program was made to recognize English language, and if you try to speak other languages beside English – it won’t recognize until you load correct/proper multi-language driver software patch, but until then – it doesn’t matter how hard you try – their will be no communication between you and the software on the computer beside speaking in English.
King James Version Matthew chapter 13
The field is the world = children of this world
The seed are the children of the kingdom
The tares are the children of the wicked
God had planned his seed
Satan planned the tares
God loaded his version of the operating software for the seed that was only meant to run God’s language.
Satan did the same thing; he loaded his version of the operating software for the tares that runs Satan’s language.
And the seed will never be able to communicate with tares, it doesn’t matter how hard you try, they will never understand each other – since they have different languages running of voice recognition of the operating software.
But since the tares were never meant to receive salvation from God; and God will never load multi-language support (Software/driver patch) for the tares that tares would be able to understand the seed language. So it doesn’t matter how hard you try – you won’t communicate.
Now the field is the different category of people. (They either could run seed language or the tares’ language)
When the seed starts to preach the Gospel to the field (Children of this world), you want to make sure that God will be with you so he could load voice recognition update patch for the field people so they could communicate with you and then convert field people into Christianity while God is doing his major part of the job.
Satan is doing exact same thing – he is using tares to convert the field people for the Satan’s kingdom by loading Satan’s recognition update patch to win souls for the Satan’s kingdom.
And the battle to win souls – will either go for God’s kingdom or for the Satan’s kingdom and will continue until the end of this world.
Now if the Satan converted field for his kingdom using his tares. Then it is absolutely possible to win soul/field back from Satan to the Lord God.

by LadyFrost on 04 October 2013 - 09:10

by LadyFrost on 04 October 2013 - 09:10
To Be
To be or not to be
Is no longer the question of this century.
It is no longer what I ask
My heart made a decision,
Without asking what my mind thought.
Like a snowflake that touches lips
I melt, I drip,
I loose my cool, I loose control.
I'm like a lioness in heat.
I need you now, I want you near,
To feel your lips, to make me scream,
I want your heart to skip a beat.
Look at me! My eyes are full of tears.
I waited long, I searched high and deep,
but no one came as close as you did,
I long to hear your voice,
To hear your breath
Even if it's all a lie
I want it! Every bitter drop
Please let me drink, thats all I want..

by LadyFrost on 04 October 2013 - 09:10
Poetry Crime
One more page has been ripped apart
One more line crossed out
Feeling chills going up my spine
Writing poems has become a crime
No one uses Shakespeare style
To tell a woman the deep desires
No one sends goose bumps up our spines
With words of something that would rhyme
Is it so hard to write four lines
Of something simple yet desired
Is pride the reason for neglect
Or weakness substituted now for romance
A woman's heart has not changed
With centuries that came and went
We still desire the simple rhyme
So since when is writing poetry became a crime?
by beetree on 04 October 2013 - 10:10
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