<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:12:54.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-7126643763477587193</id><published>2007-09-04T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:14:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blossom</title><content type='html'>A new beginning&lt;br /&gt;A sense of well being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the open truth&lt;br /&gt;To someone you met in a booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more the empty conversations filled with empty words&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel like I can fly like the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to settle into my arms to rest&lt;br /&gt;Could I say that it’s a real relationships zest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts on fire when you speak&lt;br /&gt;When you leave I feel somewhat weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is still just a blossom&lt;br /&gt;I feel it could be quite awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-7126643763477587193?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7126643763477587193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=7126643763477587193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/7126643763477587193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/7126643763477587193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blossom.html' title='A New Blossom'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-1067985550363337873</id><published>2007-08-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:39:37.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complex Question To A Simple Answer</title><content type='html'>Please don’t let me down&lt;br /&gt;Such complex memories make me drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it&lt;br /&gt;That makes even my brain quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a lie&lt;br /&gt;You’re never always high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always have the answers&lt;br /&gt;Now just empty glances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew it through misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;Made her think I was uncaring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can I be daring?&lt;br /&gt;And let her know why perhaps we should be pairing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple one&lt;br /&gt;A form to be compared only to the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-1067985550363337873?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1067985550363337873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=1067985550363337873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/1067985550363337873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/1067985550363337873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/complex-question-to-simple-answer.html' title='The Complex Question To A Simple Answer'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-4399370933960449964</id><published>2007-07-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:01:32.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At That Moment</title><content type='html'>At that moment you could have been the one&lt;br /&gt;The light in my life, my eternal sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said I can’t &lt;br /&gt;Our paths decided to slant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then can you just change&lt;br /&gt;And you think you can just rearrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I listen to the signs and stay&lt;br /&gt;Or wait for something you will never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was of the single hook up&lt;br /&gt;Did it fail and I am back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong to flaunt&lt;br /&gt;Will it give us memories that haunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-4399370933960449964?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4399370933960449964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=4399370933960449964' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we go back and look at&lt;br /&gt;It’s not always as simple as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for rewind so we can make it all alright&lt;br /&gt;We can’t as hard as we fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I fast forward &lt;br /&gt;To skip through every moment that’s awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the moments you would like to pause&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing it’s a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look at it this way&lt;br /&gt;Live life and always try to have a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the story will always keep bending&lt;br /&gt;So sure as hell there’s not always a happy ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-225526766414372211?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/225526766414372211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=225526766414372211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/225526766414372211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/225526766414372211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-life-really-like-movie.html' title='Is Life Really Like a Movie'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-3910009337553046827</id><published>2007-06-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:45:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Girl</title><content type='html'>Did you ever just have that someone to miss&lt;br /&gt;I do now its nothing but bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first moment you caught my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be &lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause more then just a heart flutter&lt;br /&gt;You make me melt like warm butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first Kiss&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous I thought I would miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for&lt;br /&gt;Someone worth so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flying so High&lt;br /&gt;This time I know why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-3910009337553046827?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3910009337553046827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=3910009337553046827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/3910009337553046827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/3910009337553046827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-girl.html' title='New Girl'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-1948736289600158245</id><published>2007-06-12T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:49:47.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away</title><content type='html'>When we part for only a brief time&lt;br /&gt;A picture is as good as a faceless mime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still always seek for that one&lt;br /&gt;We call something endearing like sugar or hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come back is bliss&lt;br /&gt;To hold that one we so did miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parting grace&lt;br /&gt;Now no more then a clear face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-1948736289600158245?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-897698846003953451</id><published>2007-06-07T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:23:40.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend</title><content type='html'>To take all of ones pain&lt;br /&gt;Like walking naked through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to listen &lt;br /&gt;Will find deep down they glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about how much&lt;br /&gt;But the simple touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to cry &lt;br /&gt;They are near by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a bore &lt;br /&gt;That’s what friends are fore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-897698846003953451?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/897698846003953451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=897698846003953451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/897698846003953451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/897698846003953451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/friend.html' title='A Friend'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-6751600040540220319</id><published>2007-06-06T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:02:53.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistranslation</title><content type='html'>Is it your fear for haste&lt;br /&gt;That you let us chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trip, stumble and everything we say we mumble&lt;br /&gt;But yet you still act humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive&lt;br /&gt;But do you even know we are alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to not&lt;br /&gt;But when we see all you have got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act to impress &lt;br /&gt;Yet you think we wonder what’s under your dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do it to us&lt;br /&gt;Yet you think we are the one to lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance &lt;br /&gt;We only act we don’t really prance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-6751600040540220319?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6751600040540220319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=6751600040540220319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/6751600040540220319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/6751600040540220319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/mistranslation.html' title='Mistranslation'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-3453516380100634530</id><published>2007-06-06T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:11:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>It’s the small thing&lt;br /&gt;That can just make you want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what they will always do&lt;br /&gt;For being secure with in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never fail&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets rough will never bail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friends but something more&lt;br /&gt;To the bitter end you always adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to reiterate &lt;br /&gt;How much you appreciate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-3453516380100634530?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3453516380100634530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941166151122632733&amp;postID=3453516380100634530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/3453516380100634530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941166151122632733/posts/default/3453516380100634530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>Poet of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-6158890112629186671</id><published>2007-06-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:33:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That One</title><content type='html'>You've seen her&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty comparable only to myrrh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing her in underwear&lt;br /&gt;Does not make you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with on time&lt;br /&gt;Is worth more then an overused line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live life entwined &lt;br /&gt;Is more then just in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take this kiss&lt;br /&gt;And hope we do not part long enough to miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-6158890112629186671?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-2711855894082846543</id><published>2007-06-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:19:04.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Day of Recollection</title><content type='html'>Did you ever&lt;br /&gt;We all once never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why let it not slide&lt;br /&gt;So we just run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold &lt;br /&gt;And not to let it fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of what it cost&lt;br /&gt;To be hidden form us what’s actually lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;If really we ever let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941166151122632733-2711855894082846543?l=lifes-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941166151122632733.post-3865567643634084780</id><published>2007-06-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:02:09.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You...</title><content type='html'>Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you rush and were afraid to blush&lt;br /&gt;When all you needed to say was hush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life on that beat&lt;br /&gt;Even if that moment seem o so bitter sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we travel a mile&lt;br /&gt;To find life has its own style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to enhance&lt;br /&gt;But we might just miss that special chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be out of the comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Is to find ones own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know who to be&lt;br /&gt;Is not necessarily me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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