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Holiday Fever
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11/06/07
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Ok, I've got the holiday fever now. I found the perfect gown to wear for my company Christmas party. It's just beautiful and I'm so excited. Now the only thing I need is a date. I've gone stag the past 2 years and I will again this year if I must but I keep hoping and praying to find someone nice and fun to go with...even if we just go as friends.
Anyway, I'm going to VA to visit family over the Thanksgiving holiday and I have almost 2 weeks off at Christmas. I don't know what I'll do with myself. Honestly I'm a bit burned-out at work and I welcome the time off. Maybe I can get my book finished-up (wishful thinking).
I marked a few Christmas parades and craft shows on my calendar so I know I'll have fun. (yes I'm a dork! lol)
So what do you guys and girls have planned so far?
Melissa
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Another One Bites the Dust
214 Views
10/27/07
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Ok, so I just talked to a guy online just now (on another site...which is free) and he seemed really cool. But in the end all we wanted was to have phone s*x (or video s*x in his case...he had a webcam...I don't). Why couldn't he just say he was looking for some fun up front? I should've seen it coming but I was stupid and it ended badly for us both (but I guess it could've been worse). I'm dumbfounded at the moment. I feel like I've done something wrong but I know I didn't. Is guilt a normal reaction? I've never had this problem before so I'm not sure what to think. Any thoughts or advice?
I know all men aren't like that but this one floored me. What the hell just happened? lol I guess I have to laugh at myself though....I mean I'm just flabbergasted.
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The Mists
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10/21/07
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Gray mist hangs like a shroud
Covering the earth one early morn
Closing out all sunlight
Silencing the animals
Making it impossible to see
It moves along with a will of its own
Enveloping life and observing
Sighing on the gentle breeze
A cocoon where peace and quiet reign
Time suspended for but a moment
It ebbs and flows like the sea
Loving an old lost friend
A glimpse of life beyond the veil
Then it's gone and the world stops again
Suspended in the mists
(c) 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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Untitled - Written 10/12/07
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10/12/07
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How do you break out of the box?
Break down the walls, turn them to dust
And step outside to a new adventure
How do you leave your things behind?
Things that define who you are
Who you've been and who you may become
How do you face the unknown?
Where fear threatens to overtake you
Where the familiar is long past
Where love is just an elusive shadow
How do you continue the path of life?
When your tracks have been erased
The road has been repaved
And it no longer appears on the map
Do you stay in your box where it's safe?
Or do you break out and start a new journey?
Do not let life pass you by without ever really living...
Break out of the box!
(c) 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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The Dream.....Interesting! lol
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10/10/07
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Stacey...your picture of the path through the forest partially inspired this poem. lol The other part is wishful thinking at the moment. Any takers? ;)
Here I am in the darkening woods
Dreaming of my knight
A gentle breeze stirs the air
Only the stars shine their light
I walk along a narrow path
Meandering through the trees
Humming like a happy child
And then I hurt my knee
I hear his gentle footsteps
Does he search for me?
Then I see his shadow
Down on bended knee
He whispers questions
I do not understand
He leans ever closer
And takes my hand
I feel his warm breath
Caressing my cheek
The brush of his lips
Lifting me off my feet
And just when I think
I've finally reached heaven
I awake on the ground
And stare up at the heavens
I still think of Him
And see him in dreams
His warm soft kiss
And the hope He brings
(c) 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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The Precipice
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10/05/07
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I stand on a great precipice
Looking far beyond
Swaying in the violent breeze
Stumbling towards the edge
I hear the sea far below
Storm clouds rumbling above
Lightning splits the air
Crashing violently
I stand alone on the edge
Stumbling to my knees
The heavens open far and wide
Unleashing its great fury
I cry out your name
God please hear my prayer
Thunder rolling in every direction
Snarling dramatically
I feel the storm begin to calm
As sudden as it started
The sun breaks through the clouds
Rays of light dance gleefully
I stand on a great precipice
Looking far beyond
Standing in awe of beauty
A bright future ahead
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Whew! This is a doozy
281 Views
10/04/07
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Sometimes I do things I regret
It's definitely self-destructive
Sometimes I say things in anger
My sensor was on vacation
Sometimes I do stupid things
What the hell was I thinking?
Sometimes I say stupid things
It's just my defense mode
Sometimes I say how I feel
Thinking it's the truth
Sometimes I say nothing at all
Silence with a thousand words
Sometimes I say what I think
Whether it makes sense or not
Sometimes I don't think at all
Savoring my peace of mind
Sometimes I feel my heart breaking
How do I piece it together?
Sometimes I feel the weight of the world
Flashes in my thoughts and dreams
Sometimes I feel invisible
Despite my desperate pleas
Sometimes I feel invincible
But no one truly is
Sometimes I tell great jokes
Laughing rather annoyingly
Sometimes I tell sad stories
Hoping it's not my reality
Sometimes I think too much
Forever analyzing myself
Sometimes I feel too much
My heart always on display
Sometimes I'm an open book
Open for all to see
Here I am...waiting
No pretenses...just me
Sometimes...
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Observer
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10/07/07
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I didn't write this poem (a friend did) but I like it so much that I want to share it with you. What do you think?
Dark morning prophesying rain.
Everything is still,
like a quiet casket
at graveside,
during prayer.
Forest green painted
against an unknown color.
Not quite gray, not quite brown.
I cannot describe the tree bark
in this light.
The color is more like a feeling,
ominous, eerie,
All Hallow's Eve
before midnight.
Large black spider
has stretched its web
from dawn to dusk.
Intricate moonlight gets caught
like prey,
but luminous and free,
escapes the sting.
There is no fear here,
just the wonder of autumn
still infatuated with its
Indian summer maiden;
an observer penning it
in gossamer shadows.
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Cake or Bed - Great Joke
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10/03/07
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This one is for you Jan! Thanks for being a good friend. Sorry this joke is in caps but it's the way it came.
A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
HONEY,
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO.
FINE,
THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO
FINE, SHE SAYS
THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
TO THE FRONT DOOR?
THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
WANT TO FIX STEPS
HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO HOME
AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
HE SAID,
SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
SHE REPLIED,
HELLOOOOO..
DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO!
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Contemplating Poetry
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09/20/07
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This has been a hard week for me at work. My personal life (friendships) has exploded (figuratively)...meaning I'm so busy I don't know whether I'm coming or going. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about my newfound socializing schedule....it's just that everything is happening all at once. I'm going in 5000 different directions all at once (physically and emotionally). I've got my writing going in a great direction thanks to Nat.
I'm reasonably happy but troubled all at the same time. I had a nightmare last night that I haven't had in years and its gotten me all shaken up again. What does it mean? Anyway, I just needed to vent some of my frustrations for a minute. I hope you like the poem.
Song From Within
I hear that familiar melody
The song that seems to emanate from within,
It seems so familiar yet so strange
Does my heart really sing that tune?
It calls to me like an old lost friend
And folds me in its overwhelming warmth,
I hear the chords in my thoughts and dreams
It touches the very center of my soul,
I long to dance and play and love
It sets me free from even the deepest sorrow,
It calls to me with its ever-changing chords
With highs and lows and a sound that's unreal,
Could something so beautiful really come from me?
Deep feelings rising and falling with each beautiful note,
Words cannot express what my song sings
Beauty, love, joy, sadness. . .Just aren't enough!
I dream of finding a song that echoes mine
Would I dream that it were possible,
Everyone sings his or her own unique song
In hopes of finding that one special echo.
?2005 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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Life
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09/17/07
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Life
I drift along the path of life
Winding my way through twists and turns,
The warmth of the sun surrounding me
I must be careful as not to burn,
I bask in the sun's great glory
And then the ride begins again,
Going faster and faster
But there is no end,
And then the warmth turns to bitter cold
As death once again shows its ugly face,
I continue forward though I cannot go on
My heart breaking with each new day,
And then the sun comes again to play
I long to bloom in its glorious rays,
Life seems too good to take for granted
I count my blessings night and day,
The journey through life is long and treacherous
But only a few learn the lessons that surround us,
Will this wonderful warmth last very long?
We know not what we have until it is gone!
?2006 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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How to Treat a Woman (Refresher Course)
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09/13/07
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HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN:
Wine her. Dine her. Call her. Hold her. Surprise her. Compliment her. Smile at her. Listen to her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. Romance her. Encourage her. Believe in her. Pray with her. Cuddle with her. Shop with her. Give her jewelry. Buy her flowers. Hold her hand. Write love letters to her. Go to the ends of the earth and back again for her.
HOW TO TREAT A MAN:
Show up naked. Bring chicken wings or beer. Don't block the TV
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Mary
34 Views
09/11/07
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Mary
I hold you dear
Inside my heart,
So sweet and small
And bold at heart,
You taught me love
You showed me pain,
I think of you
You left too soon,
I love you now for eternity
I pray one day you'll come back for me,
Once life seemed so dull and grim
I'm grateful for the short time we had,
I now know love and life
I promise to live a happy life,
I owe this all to you
Mary, my sweet angel
(c) 2001. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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The Lesson
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09/09/07
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This one's for you Nat since you inspired me. Man, I've written more poems in the last month than I have all year. lol
The Lesson
Life is ever changing
Which way should I go?
Always rearranging
Thinking I don't know
The winds of change are coming
I'd better be prepared
The door solemnly swinging
Slamming without a care
The winds blow bitter cold
The windows start to shudder
I hear that whistling wind
My heart begins to flutter
Glass begins to flex and bow
I fear the damage done
Shards fly with deadly speed
I fear my life is done
And then the wind begins to slow
The clouds begin to part
The sun comes out in all its glory
I feel it warm my heart
I stand in front of the window
Seeing the empty shell
I lift the frame up quickly
Feeling the warm summer breeze
One more lesson has come to pass
In this hell called life
Don't be discouraged by slamming doors
Just go and open a window
(c) 2007 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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Bump in the Road
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09/08/07
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Ok, I just hit bump in the road. No matter how much I tried to prepare myself (because deep down I could see the writing on the wall...my intuition never fails me)...it still hurts.
I harbor no bad feelings and I wish them well. It just wasn't meant to be for me. I'd like to remain friends but I don't know if I can...at least not yet. Actually, I'm sure it'll be fine because I am who I am. I'll get over it and things will be fine. It seems a shame to throw away a good friend just because it didn't work out. Oh well, life goes on as they say and here's one for the road
Friends
Friends are very special
Few and far between
Waves drifting in and out
Drifting unknowingly
I found a kindred spirit
Is it meant to be?
Never really knowing him
Far across the sea
Life goes on around us
Flowing incessantly
Miles away and growing
Can he hear my plea?
A heart of molten gold
Courage like a lion
Sweet as warm fresh honey
Thoughtful as the day is long
Friends are very special
Few and far between
Never lose who you are
And please don?t forget me
(c) 2007 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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Prayer, Faith, Hope & Love
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09/08/07
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Prayer, Faith, Hope & Love
I pray for those who are lost
I pray for those in pain,
I pray for God to heal my broken family
I pray for God to heal my broken heart,
Faith is all I have in this world
Faith that my Father will take care of me,
Faith that what doesn't kill me will make me stronger
Faith that my Father will bring me home someday,
Hope that I will live a happy and full life
Hope that I do not fail my Father,
Love all things without prejudice or hatred
Love those who make love seem impossible,
You must love yourself before you can truly love others
And above all, love thy Father for he will provide for all your needs.
(c) 2006 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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The Pastor's Donkey
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09/06/07
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The Pastor's As*
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.
The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.
The local paper read:
PASTOR'S AS* OUT FRONT.
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S AS*.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey.
The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST AS* IN TOWN.
The bishop fainted.
He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read:
NUN SELLS AS* FOR $10.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.
The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER AS* IS WILD AND FREE.
The bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . .
even shorten your life.
So be yourself and enjoy life.
Stop worrying about everyone else's as* and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!
Have a nice day!
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Peace
22 Views
09/05/07
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Peace
I stand alone on the seashore
Wondering what I could do more,
Waves rush in as birds take flight
My heart soars free on this bright night,
Light dances from wave to wave
Playing a silent symphony,
My hair stirs in the gentle breeze
How long will I feel at peace?
I feel the tranquility of this night
Peace flows through me on this very night,
My heart grows softer day to day
My soul fears not the end of the day,
If only peace would live forever
The world could love and come together.
(c) 2006 Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.
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