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Yo yo yiggity yo!
Friday, 16 September 2005
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"Forever friend"
Friends I have had
friends I have known
But where is the friend
who has seen me and grown
For friendship it seems
is seldom indeed
Cause friends are forever
in want or in need
And you my dear friend
Who now hold my heart
Shall I never forsake
and never depart
Oh take me away
my friend and my love
And sing me the song
that feels like a hug
And whisper to me
Your secrets unknown
You are the one
whom I love and I know
You own my smile
Forever and true
Here is my heart
I give it to you
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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Footprints on the Hart
(The other footprints poem)
Tiny footprints
Large footprints on my heart
Footprints by lovers
Footprints by my friends
Footprints I needed
And those I did not
I have been stepped on
Kicked
Massaged by Birkenstocks
And punctured by cleats
Footprints of love
Joy, pain and laughter
I see my life
By the marks they have made
My ups and my downs
My goods and my bads
Footprints of Jesus
All over my head
Footprints of her
Alone in my bed
I know his feet
Were shod inside peace
I know those toes
Were trusted indeed
For I am not stepped on
A doormat, am not
But my heart is open
For love and for hate
Footprints you say
How common is that
A footprint is dusty
And dust gets in cracks
So every inside part
Of my life
Has been muddied
And dustied and crudied
By mud
For tears, sweat and blood
Have made the dust wet
And footprints are left
All alone in the muck
And footprints are all
That matters to me
Footprints of you
Footprints of me
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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Girl part one
She sat there making a list
onto her notebook
from her cellphone
and scrolling, and scrolling
then a yawn
I wonder if in another life
I could have worked up the nerve
to say hello
nope
Written by pauly hart
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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Girl part two
She must be waiting for someone
She is waiting
Looking towards me
Sliding off me
like easy butter, looking at the wall
Splot. You can actually hear those eyes
Looking at the empty wall
Her thoughts are empty
Her time is free
She is availible
She is bored
Written by pauly hart
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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Girl part three
I think that I should say hello
to this girl, but how long am I
going to stay in town to get to
know her? Well? What's the
point man? To establish
something that won't last any-
way? To begin a non-sensical
journey with a sensible soul?
Nope.
Written by pauly hart
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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Girl part four
Anxious. Quiet. Surreal.
Uninterested. Unwinding.
My mind is lubricated with eye fodder.
She is a vision.
She is a quest
I sojourn
(And sneek glances)
At her...
this...
the...
Holy Grail.
Written by pauly hart
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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buzzz
"begone foul demons of the air
fly away and begone", said he.
flapping, flipping, snapping
at those pesky summer flies.
so he bought himself a flyswatter.
swat, swat, swat, swat.
now the kitchen it littered,
with dead insect carcasses.
yuck.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
paulyhart
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- Name: pauly
- Member Since: 9/16/2005
