From: Lunching A. Blusher 
Sent: Monday, December 06, 2004

Subject: 
'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, what have we got here?

Up and doing!
It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanism of friendship. 

What I am defending is the real rights of women. A woman should have the right to be in the home as a wife and mother.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced -- even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.

To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world, the most difficult and the most intellectual.
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead. 

Men's faults to themselves seldom appear.
Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm. 

Every fool finds a greater one to admire them. 
The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils. The proper study of mankind is woman.

Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly.

He never chooses an opinion, he just wears whatever happens to be in style. 

All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea. 

Expect the best, plan for the worst, and prepare to be surprised.
Stand still... and refuse to retreat. Look at it as God looks at it and draw upon His power to hold up under the blast. 

We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape. 

Desire is the most important factor in the success of any athlete. 
Labor, if it were not necessary for existence, would be indispensable for the happiness of man. 

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime. 
The history of a people is found in its songs.

A novel that does not uncover a hitherto unknown segment of existence is immoral. Knowledge is the novel's only morality.

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand. 
Words are the most powerful drugs used by mankind.

Nothing marks the character of a young man more than failure. 

Ha det

the march

As I walk on this road,
the one I see in my dreams...
the road that I have chosen, to live with me...
they told me its impossible to walk it.

And many people turned around and came back crying fearfull.
its dark, its cold, the wind is strong.
And rain keeps falling down.
Elements that I will ignore strongly
I will walk it, even if my legs give up.

Two parts of my instrument I still have, so
I will crawl with my bear hands if I have to.
As I fall on my knees,
hearing the sound of solitude
and see myself in a puddle
tired, broken
refusing to give up . I'll start my journey again
in the land of the heartless, I will not accept nor merci nor weakness.

you can feel the wind of jealousy, the rain of gossips.
The breath of demons around my neck never losing the sight of me.
I'm cold, I need confort, support.
But one day the sun will shine
ass it so, I will recon the end of my road.
And finaly live my dream.
ass I smile and my feelings
of happiness and joy keeps rising
the more the jungel I came from keeps fading away. Due to the
light, the warmth, the wind and rain of my emotions.
And I'll be proud of my march.

Domenico G.

Subject: hi This is my poem: 

How I feel.

Do you know how I feel? Do you care how I feel? I feel rage inside. 

I just want to go outside and scream until I cant scream no more. 

I feel unwanted. I just want to run away. I feel left out, I'm the middle child. 

The oldest gets to do any thing she wants and 
the little one gets more love.

I feel hated. No one really wants me. How I. Really feel is that I was a mistake, a 
really big mistake. That is how I feel. Now do you care how I feel?

From: Lilcheri

3 AWARD WINNING POEMS
by
Domenico G.

imagine...

I wish I could live in wonderland
where dreams become reality 
and reality becomes a dream.
where sad people suddenly learn how to smile
where poor people change into wealthy.
the only place where pain has no power.

imagine guns turn into candy
terrorists, dressed like Santa's
and drop gifts instead of plains

gangs would stop the killing and selling drugs
instead they would play hide and seek...
so that a gang member fears of getting caught in the game
and not getting killed

where racism is just a name of a street and not a war
between races and cultures.
where people understand that we are different on the outside,
but we're the same on the inside.
we're all made of flesh and blood.
we all breath the same air

we would only cry for our emotions in achieving
a dream... a goal... and not 4 grief!
and a place where there exists a second chance!

imagine my words turn into life.
But no matter how hard I try 
I can not see it in front of me...
behind me... or above me.

but inside me?... I Can.

Domenico G.

beautiful.

who are the ones that should carry that word?

the world doesn't understand who we are, or what we feel.
they can never understand, they will never learn,
that they could learn from us, we the stars, the roses.

we could teach how to love in a way the rest of the world, 
the heartless, could never love. we can offer so much (warmth)
trust, loyalty. 

the heartless feed them self with these words, with these feelings.
and make them self powerful.

who are the ones that should carry that word?

the beautiful people? people that become selfish
and move in a world apart.
the less pretty ones become like dirt, in which they like to spit in.

who are the ones that should carry that word?

the legion of the depth? hearts made of fire and ice?
or the ones that are made of holy blood.
blood made of tears of the saints. and flowing in us
because god meant it to be.

who are the ones that should carry that title?

we are!
we the stars, the roses, the water, the wind, the birds
all the beautiful things in the world, that made the world.

we are!
in a way we have a pride.
we are the ones that created it. we carry that name.
4 the rest of our lives.

Domenico G.

my death.

another disillusioned day has past
how long will this last?

I think soon, the devil has a new task
he will control me and make me blast
I'll shoot myself with my gun 
with my face towards the sun

this voice inside telling me I'll never have a son
and the only thing I wanna do is run
run away from the pain
but its bound with me like I chain
my life is similar like the rain

so many tears that I shed
I wanna sleep and never get of my bed
cuz I don't want to feel sad
oh I wished someone could make me glad
but no there is just more pain instead
my dreams vanishing in thin air
I'm slipping away and I don't care

oh god this isn't faire
my eyes closing feeling the wind in my hair
my heart deserves better
I'll never get what I deserve
cuz god you cant change what you wrote in that letter.
my last image in my head
is when I saw her and turned red

I will always love her
now I'm falling on the floor 
hoping the lord guides me to heavens door
I hope you wont keep me lying on the floor
here I come lord your angel, don't close the door!

Domenico G.

AWARD WINNING POEM
by
 Michele Lee Moyer
Here's my poem for your free contest

Pure Happiness

You always know,
How to make me smile,
Even when my day,
Isn't so great,
I love when your around,
When ever I'm feeling down,
Pure Happiness
I've never been this happy,
I feel light as air,
When ever your near,
You've always been,
The greatest man,
I've ever had,
You bring me nothing but,
Pure Happiness!

 Michele Lee Moyer

Don't be afraid


A river of sadness

can flow through your heart

and ocean of pain

Is where it all starts

Don't be afraid

It will be gone soon

A kiss from my lips

Just look at the moon

Don't back away

when I hold out my arms

Its just a simple embrace

I will wait again, another day

You stare, I see

with fearful eyes

Are you scared me?

I listen to your lonely sighs

You lay on the floor,

crying soft tears

I love you more and more

What can I do to ease your fears?

You look at me

just...once more

and hold me with your arms

and mended my heart that tore

~Madeline Cruz

HEART BREAK

Heart Break is like an ocean,

And I’m drowning in it.

You said you would never let me sink,

But know the bottom is what I hit.

So now you soak in remorse,

I hope you regret.

Still can’t believe what you did,

I will never forget.

It’s your own fault, 

You say it can’t be.

Now I know the sayings true,

There are other fish in the sea.

By: Brittni Heiser

Before the Rain Falls

I to hold you before the rain falls

Your lips to touch mine

To hear your breathing against my chest

Let our hearts twine

I feel the raindrops on my head

It trickles down your cheek

Parallel to my own tears

It’s your love I seek


Is it too late now?

I hear a voice call for you through the rain

You turn to me and say goodbye

Will we meet again?


That handsome prince sits before your father's throne

All I have is a single rose

He hands to you a huge bouquet

My heart began to froze


You watch your father and cry silent tears

They fall on the bouquet and 

The petals

You have no choice, I understand

Princesses don't marry peasants who sell pots and kettles


It’s your wedding day

Your so lovely in that silk dress

Then I turn away in sadness

My clothes are nothing but a mess


I watch from afar

You don't seem happy at all

The prince smiles and takes your hand

The rightful man to you, for he is handsome and tall


Just once more I wished

I dreamed and hoped for

to hold you before the rain falls

But its shattered now, there will be no more


Your eyes follow me as I walk away

Dark clouds are rumbling 

You run away from the alter

In the mud, falling and stumbling


I'm shocked when you run up to me

Mud smeared on your gown

You kiss me twice and I hold you

Before the rainfalls...I'll never wear a frown...


Madeline Cruz

From: Bill Hall
Sent: Sunday, May 30, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: poem

HEART BREAK

By: Brittni Heiser


Heart Break is like an ocean,

And I’m drowning in it.

You said you would never let me sink,

But know the bottom is what I hit.

So now you soak in remorse,

I hope you regret.

Still can’t believe what you did,

I will never forget.

It’s your own fault, 

You say it can’t be.

Now I know the sayings true,

There are other fish in the sea.

From: Madeline Cruz
Sent: Friday, June 25, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: My poem
Dears Sirs,

This is my poem, I hope you enjoy it.

Don't be afraid

A river of sadness

can flow through your heart

and ocean of pain

Is where it all starts

Don't be afraid

It will be gone soon

A kiss from my lips

Just look at the moon

Don't back away

when I hold out my arms

Its just a simple embrace

I will wait again, another day

You stare, I see

with fearful eyes

Are you scared me?

I listen to your lonely sighs

You lay on the floor,

crying soft tears

I love you more and more

What can I do to ease your fears?

You look at me

just...once more

and hold me with your arms

and mended my heart that tore

~Madeline Cruz

From: Lilcher
Sent: Thursday, June 03, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: hi 

This is my poem: How I feel.
Do you know how I feel? Do you care how I feel? I feel rage inside. I just want to go outside and scream until I cant scream no more. I feel unwanted. I just want to run away. I feel left out, I'm the middle child. The oldest gets to do any thing she wants and the little one gets more love.
I feel hated. No one really wants me. How I. Really feel is that I was a mistake, a really big mistake. That is how I feel. Now do you care how I feel?

From: Lisa 
Sent: Friday, May 07, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: Poem name : My Mother


My Mother

Mother my Mother
soft and dear
I am so glad that we 
are sitting here 
together just us two
you loving me and 
me loving you.

Sent: Sunday, March 28, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com

Subject: From Madeline Cruz --- My New Poem- ENJOY!

Ice Tears

By Madeline Cruz


You stand alone

Silver Warrior

Guarding your fate

Your icy hands

Longing for warm flesh

You aren't human

Though you are not a god

Who are you?

Her soft voice tempts you

Yet you stand-alone

In your icy grave

You cry your tears

Of loneliness and broken heart

You plead to the wind

Your pale hair

Shimmers through the frost

She begs you to come

Yet you stand-alone

In your icy heart

So why do you suffer ice prince?

Why won't you answer her plea?

Are you afraid that icy heart,

May shatter

If she is just an illusion?

My beautiful warrior

Please don't stand alone

Don't brush your wet strands

From your forehead

And cry for her love

Don't shed any more ice tears.

Sent: Tuesday, March 16, 2004
To: Poems@karateangels.com
Subject: My new poem! From Madeline Cruz

Sea Spirit

By Madeline Cruz

I stand alone

On the rocky beach

Knowing you will come

It hurts me to see you

Because you'll leave when the suns up

But I still come

I see your body leap onto the sand. Your fish tail gleaming in the moonlight

Your human half

More handsome than any man

You wrap your tail around me

And cradle me in your arms

His webbed fingers resting on my pale hands.

We sit on the rocks and

Whisper our dreams and point out the stars.

I run my fingers through you sea green hair

Never wanting his arms to let go of me.

He looks at the sky and sees a speck of light. With one last kiss and quick hug

You slide under the waves.

You appear again, my heart is about to break.

I wish I could slide under the waves beside him.

Yet I stand watching.

I don't belong in his world.

He spills a saltwater tear

Than leaps under the waves.

I stand on the beach.

Waiting for dark to come.

And once again he'll come...

And wrap his arms around me. 

January 2004
$20 Cash Winner!

Myriad Of Time
 Joy S.

The wind always howling,
The rain always pounding,
And the sun always burning.
The weather,
A never changing story is a play of the world.
Time, flying by like a bird,
Passes us by with unknown mystery.
Our plans useless,
To such a phenomenon,
As the loss of life in the myriad of time.

Wind passes her with mystery,
Chilling whispers upon midnight air.
Moonlight deep upon the Earth,
Unknown the existence of man.
There she sat,
Wondering with rapture the anxiety of love.
Light being her friend,
Darkness her enemy,
But can she stutter upon the dark of side or the light of nature?
Is her possession real,
Or another fantasy of heart?

Joy S.

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Doves

Winter and Spring are seasons to love,
Just like a beautiful, white morning Dove.
Then when you wake you see such a sight, 
And realize that the Dove has been there all night.

From: Maribeth