Ideas for card making, poems, moods and scrapbook layouts (2023)

A BATTLE WITH THE WIND

She tried to fasten the clothes
on the old clothesline that needs to be replaced
of knotted snakes instead of dangerous wire
She tried to fasten the clothes
with old and new
but pathetic hopeless stakes that need to be replaced
the new ones from the $2 store were out
She used to throw them in the garden
for your thick leaf monster
and boy was she stressed for a damn time!
She fought the wind
the clothes, the snakes, the line, the pins
The wind fought!
along with the clothes, the snakes, the collars and the safety pins
She was always defeated!
With Wellington's wild wind,
the clothes flapping,
the hissing snakes of the evil knot,
hitting the line posts
having an attention-seeking tantrum from Theresa W,
and the old clothesline that needs replacing
the old and the new, but pathetically hopeless
has to be exchanged
And she has already finished writing:
A fight with the wind

Posted by Manasseh Bailey

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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The Mad Dog Trick

Here is my little poem that says:
A rabid dog barking behind your back
Admits a serious threat.
He looks and waits for an opportunity
for the perfect serve
To make your last bang
It will cut deep
In the hearts of the innocent.
Beware of this old trick!

Autor: Alon Calinao DySent by: Alon Calinao Dy

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twilight adler

When I was looking for inspiration

I pondered deeply

The sky was marbled and stained

Like a painter and his canvas

Your burning flame caught my eye

formation of a cloud eagle

it looked complex and marbled

still seemed to mesmerize

an inspirational pen to write

have you read his poem

twilight adler

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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Good morning Twilight, Aurora and friends

one of my old poems from DECEMBER 31, 2003

ROSES AND VIOLET PLUG A MARBLE FLOWER
HERE AND THERE A TWIST OF RODS IN THE AIR
THE CREATION OF THE END ENJOY YOUR ANALOGUE WATCH
READY FOR A MAGIC MOMENT OF SILENT STARS AND MANY SPIES PIERCING THE NIGHT.
THE NIGHT HAS 1000 EYES. THE NIGHT HAS 1000 GLOWING RIBBON SPIES THAT FREAK AND TEAR MY CEILING
CIRCUNDING THE MOON IN ITS LIFE PHASES
YOUR ROUND BOOST YOUR FULL POTENTIAL AND FEEL COMPLETE
BUT UNLIKE OTHER TIMES, YOU CAN FEEL ¼ TO ½ TO ¾ BACK TO FULL
DESPITE THE COLD AIR, THE BLANKET ENCOURAGES YOUR WARMTH AND CUSHIONS WITH YOUR LOVE TO FEEL DESIRABLE AND TO MOVE TOTALLY
A LIGHT IN THE SKY IS STRONG ENOUGH TO DISTINGUISH ALL OTHER LIGHTS
THE MAKING OF THE BEAUTIFUL AURORA BLOOMAS WHILE ROSES, VIOLETS, LILIES AND DARCISSES WRITE THEMSELVES
WITH A BLUE BLANKET BABY NOW IN YOUR HUG
They come face to face
WITH THE BEAUTIFUL SUN!

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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I CAN I CAN'T

I gave you life..
But I can't live it up for you
I can teach you things
But I can't force you to learn.
I can give you instructions
But I can't always be there to guide you.
I can grant you freedom
But I can't explain.
I can take you to church
But I can't make you believe
I can teach you right from wrong
But I can't always decide for you.
i can buy you nice clothes
But I can't make you beautiful inside.
I can give you advice
But I cannot accept it for you.
i can give you love
But I can't force you to.
I can teach you how to be a friend
But I can't make one for you.
I can teach you to share
But I cannot make you selfless.
I can teach you respect
But I cannot force you to show honor.
i can regret your testimony
But I cannot doubt your teachers.
I can advise you about friends,
But I cannot choose them for you.
I can teach you about sex
But I can't keep it pure
I can tell you the facts of life
But I can't build your reputation.
I can tell you about drinking
But I can't tell you NO.
Can I warn you about drugs
But I can't stop you from using them.
I can talk about high goals
But I can't reach it for you.
i can let you take care
But I cannot be responsible for your actions.
I can teach you kindness
But I cannot force you to be merciful.
I can warn you of sins
But I cannot moralize it.
i can love you like a child
But I cannot place you in God's family.
i can pray for you
But I can't make you walk with God.

Autor: Patrick AtkinsonPosted By: Scouts

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in the name of love

in the name of love
My baby, I will do anything for you.
I will swim across the Pacific Ocean
Just to show how much I love you.

holding each other's arms,
I can feel the power within me.
I could kill thousands of enemies
With a single punch.

I will do anything you want me to do.
It also means fighting from head to toe.
I don't care if I travel to the sun
Even if it burns me alive and kills me.

I'm not afraid anymore because I'm in love.
I will tell the whole world and all people
How you turn on my lonely heart;
How you drive me crazy all night

in the name of love
I could wait a long time even if it hurts
Not to see your snowy smile
Just to show you mean a lot to me.

I will make impossible things come true
Because I know, my love, it's the only way
I managed to gain your trust
Besides winning your heart.

Autor: Alon Calinao DySent by: Alon Calinao Dy

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LIFE AND DEATH.......

Life and death-
two modes – still – known to us –
are part of the journey--

after the live--
Us--
enter into death - A NEW DOOR -

LIFE
"A bloody mass of contradictions -
a world of illusion, of fantasy...”

TOD
"A light for the soul - immortal -
is the freedom of slaves—”
Next part of the journey--
is not known to us -
Life and death--
still known to us -

Autora: Ritika ManroSubmitted By: ritzmanro

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Various Spontaneous #1

Because I've traveled many times and almost every time I travel
I usually write rhymes, my usual paper, my camera, my pen,
a traveler comes and I write again
I take a picture with my camera, silence is pure gold
as I was once told. a wonderful collection
and its mysteries await me in the formation of clouds,
the sunrise and sunset, yes, those beautiful and wonderful sunsets
and the sunrise looked so perfectly awe-inspiring. A whole new dawn intertwines in diverse and spontaneous, inspiring, dimensional,
I snap, I write to the mysterious transformation
face portrait, I see. an eternal peace
streaks of marbled icing, beachy waves, royal curls and the soft shore,
a warm crimson orange-red, like dancing fireworks,
I hit the sky, write some more and my imagination takes flight
and climb the sights once more. angels children and animals too,
Swaying trees and their leaves anonymous portraits of faces,
Interweaving of pink, blue, purple and orange, a mixed screen and a
Splashes of life and a wonderful cake and its rainbow icing
History and the Egyptians repeat themselves once again,
You see a mixture of things if you look closely.
in the eyes of heaven. So spectacular and yet
so creative, so ingenious, so inspiring and so diverse.
I visualize dots and rainbows that God paints and sends
an artist like him to the greatest masterpiece of all,
would win first place because it would have no other name:
Other Spontaneous

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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O'Statue of Liberty

O'Liberty! why are you freedom
search the depths of the oceans,
In space and in the hearts of men
you are nowhere!
Is freedom of speech and expression offensive and offensive?
Is it the freedom of the mighty that subdues the meek?
Carefree you hold the torch high in the sky,
Hoping it's lit by the sun and stars
Your anguish of torment springs a dream in my heart,
We see ourselves alive, holding a divine flame,
Light up people's hearts!
Ah, man-made creature of time,
will be reduced to a heap of stones and rubble!
The last man to search the inner corners of the heart
will shed a tear for your need!

Autor: Anant J. DaveSent by: ajd127

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Tiny Poem

I want to write
a poem in lowercase
I better do it right
Print cannot be deleted

and is. Cummings did it
I am going to try
Classics for textbooks
an irresistible pearl

the world is foggy
with intricate lines
Turn them into art
any time insightful

I don't know
if this is a pearl
Shall I compare you to a star?
or for a pretty girl

A poem is a photograph
God forbid
Let me get down for a close up
Oops! I already have

don't turn the page
I hope you get it right
celebrate onyglot
and blue socks

Author: Joel BjörlingSent by: joel61436

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Top of the Poet

At night I lie and spin a web
Of words that floated in my head.

I toss and turn, but I find this
It helps to calm my confused mind;
The words flow and come together and fit together
From a kind of "poet tip"

A graceful, perfect swirl of prose
Catch an idea before it's gone.

Every tenuous sentence and every fragile thought
Precisely processed, it stays taut.
The dewdrop, in the twilight of dawn,
shall shine in this web of night,

But when I wake up I find it instead
This sleep swept him from my head.

Author: Se JohnsonSent by: Sharecroppa Papa

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save your money

save your money, save your money, for stickers,
for eyelets and scrapbooks. A bedroom
here, a dollar there, if you have anything else
please put it here Use this can everyday soon
You will see that you have more money for scrap
Reserva.

Author: T. StraitenSent By: us3gals

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secret Garden

My secret garden is a place to hide my sadness, feel the joy, enter my heart to get feelings, talk with special friends, share my love, dare to dream and
to bring my lover, to let my flowers bloom, to enjoy the beauty of Mother Nature, to restore my hope, to think happy thoughts and send them like birds, over the wall, over the world, over the clouds, like wishes not expressions of happiness, friendship and love; and I hope they reach your heart, wherever you are, wherever you go.
Oh! I miss you.

Author: Regina CeliaSubmitted By: reginascrapcrazy

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Smoothies

Mister Whip Erbsen
m city
had the best smoothies
until they are gone!
hannah and me
our torments cried
as the school holidays came through
no smoothies to drink
2 whole weeks
so much agony and sweat stains
but no pea smoothie for us
And when we got back
We passed by the railway line
take the bus to Ho Wick and Eastern
para Mr. Whip Peas
in city m
when they had the best smoothies!
and still do in our memories!

Submitted by smoothie lover Manasseh Bailey

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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snowman soup

When the weather is terrible outside
Snowman soup can be delicious.
May it warm your mind and your soul.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

If you feel a cold or a burr,
Use the mint stick to stir.
Add hot water and drink slowly.
deixa nevar deixa nevar deixa nevar

(package of hot chocolate and lollipop)

Unknown authorSent by: Pat B

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you are blessed

We've had a lot of questions in our lives
Asks if the answers can still be found
Inquiries bring headaches that cut like a knife
Round and round in search of solutions.

Ask God if it is His will that there be poor
Is it your legacy that others live in wealth?
Has anyone already talked about the return of the tour?
Now someone to tell me the answer before I melt!

Is poor means materially needy or destitute,
Or even those who are downtrodden and downtrodden,
Answer me and I will gladly please you,
Fast! Fast! Because I'm almost restless.

Adding the phrase "in spirit" changes the meaning of "poor".
Oh! Reading the fifth chapter of Matthew, let's see
Oh, they are blessed! They trusted God completely - when it rained
Trust in God's love and providence as wide as the sea!

Oh! I understand the meaning of poor in spirit,
It takes a real change of heart
Thus, poverty is the sign of the absence of God
And it really kills every bit of my mind!

Autor: Lalayn Jam S. MauhaySent by: lalayn

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UNEXPECTED ROMANCE (twisted)

She had a romantic sunset
Your perfect hair in place
Your fingers intertwined with hers
So lost in your only embrace

They fed each other fruit
Cheese and wine too
He sang and wrote them
But with a knife he backed away

with red substance
She had quite a moan and struggle
unfortunately for her
she wore white

The knife cut deep
It served its purpose and purpose
Cut piece of cake
there was tomato sauce on her shirt!

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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WHEN I TURN 21...

(Old poem I wrote on 12/22/03)

LIFE CAN TRAVEL VERY FAST
LIKE AN ENDLESS CAR RACE
LIKE THE LEGEND OF THE BRIGHT SUN OF MAUI
LIKE A FAST WAVE OR CRACKS AND CULS IN THE SEA

I wouldn't mind living my life in slow motion
HOW A SNAIL ALWAYS GOES TO THE FINISH LINE
LIKE A FISH'S 3 SECOND MEMORY CARD
LIKE SLOW MOTION ON A FILM STRIP.

IF YOU HIT 16, 18, 20 AND THEN 21!
AN ENDLESS RACE OF CARS/SUN AND SEA
NO SNAILS, FISHING MEMORIES OR MOVIES, BUT A SIMPLE WISH THAT WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS

A WISH TO NEVER GROW UP. AFRAID OF GROWING.
LIKE PETER PAN AT MY WINDOW TAKING ME NEVER TO LAND
MAYBE WHEN YOU REACH 21 THIS IS BEYOND THE MOUNTAIN

Author: Manasse BaileySubmitted By: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

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Because

Because the sky is blue?
why are my eyes blue
Why is the sea blue?
Why is this shirt blue?

Why, why are so many things blue?

Author: Megan WofsySubmitted By: meggylovesyou201

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