Tag: love
group name: hitchingpost
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March 10, 2008 02:59 PM EDT --
You still haven't found your true love even though you have spent evenings browsing the produce department at the grocery store, way too much time hanging out in bars, or hours sweating it out at . . .
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March 06, 2008 07:15 AM EST --
"The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue." -Anonymous
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." . . .
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January 05, 2009 10:16 PM EST --
We're No Longer Strangers
© Robert C Burnham
We're no longer strangers you and I
You've made me laugh
And I've made you cry
We've . . .
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April 08, 2008 01:53 PM EDT --
Just when my heart was broken
and I thought I'd never recover
(I knew I couldn't on my own)
An angel flew in through my window.
Shining and majestic
perfect in every way
making me . . .
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April 16, 2008 08:29 AM EDT --
Why is it that when you go out on a date and everything is absolutely wonderful, you say you are going to call at the end of the night and don't?
Wouldn't it just be easier to say I had a great . . .
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February 19, 2008 10:38 AM EST --
Copyright 02/19/08 8:30AM by me. All rights reserved.
She used to make me laugh
at her silly jokes.
She used to call me at 11:15 every morning
just to see how I was doing.
She, . . .
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June 26, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
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June 16, 2008 09:58 PM EDT --
According to Joan Rivers.....
(The following quotes are all attributed to Ms. Joan Rivers - the sources vary but please . . .
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February 07, 2008 09:23 PM EST --
"There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved."
- George Sand -
Now I don't know who George Sand is. I probably could look him up, that is if I wasn't thinking . . .
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June 05, 2008 03:22 AM EDT --
He asks her for a hug,
something simple between two people
that once shared so much more,
but she refuses to accomodate his request.
He steps onto the train, with tear-filled eyes.
Appearing . . .
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January 17, 2008 08:40 PM EST --
MyWindow
My window looks at a fairy tree.
Its branches bend and twist.
Its leaves are whispering with glee
Its hallow makes a whistle.
A little river under the tree
Is running . . .
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March 15, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Forgotten
Waiting
By the window
When will you come to me?
A lone wolf crouches in pity,
Lingers.
Hungry
By the wood pile;
Doomed heart beats fitfully.
Like me, it feels abandoned, . . .
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September 20, 2008 04:26 AM EDT --
There is a song from many years ago, I don't recall all of the words ...Willie Nelson sang it, but I don't think he was the only one who did.. My parents had the record when I was a kid.
I . . .
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December 01, 2008 09:15 PM EST --
His Shining Light
© Robert C Burnham
- a poem dedicated to Lisa Frost -
In Him we have a shining light
Shining through our darkest night
The angels . . .
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January 06, 2008 10:32 AM EST --
Thanks once again to Mr. Jim Ross for introducing me to Rictameter poetry. Although I like the style I do not wish to make it my calling card. Therefore, I'm thinking this may be my . . .
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June 13, 2008 11:41 AM EDT --
I've been a sleep-deprived Mama for over seven months now; my son Timothy stubbornly won't take a bottle and still nurses about twice a night. I thought that was an improvement from getting up . . .
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June 18, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Dream
[©robert c. burnham]
Dreaming
Of eyes mirroring
My inner soul
Of . . .
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December 04, 2008 11:05 AM EST --
Usted Es ( mi ángel terrenal)
©Robert C Burnham
You are my Heaven on earth.
You are the stars in my sky
You are the water that soothes my thirst . . .
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March 06, 2008 07:58 AM EST --
Yesterday's gone,
Tomorrow's not here
It's just good in this moment
to have you my dear.
Life is filled with the moments we live in
Let's make the most of this one we've . . .
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August 19, 2008 06:17 PM EDT --
Little Pieces of Me
A few years ago I had quite a different life. I suddenly found myself a young single mother with three children to journey through life with. My neavu unmarried . . .
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