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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 5, 2007 12:48:52 GMT -5
I missed you more than Michael Bay missed the mark When he made Pearl Harbor I missed you more than that movie missed the point, And that's an awful lot, girl, and Now, now you've gone away... and all I'm trying to say, is Pearl Harbor sucked, and I miss you (Pause) I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school (school school). He was terrible in that film. I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part (part part). He's way better than Ben Affleck. And now, all I can think about is your smile, and that sh*tty movie, too. Pearl Harbor sucked, and I miss you Pearl Harbor sucked... Just a little bit more than I miss you...
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Post by neferetus on Dec 5, 2007 12:54:58 GMT -5
Mike, If I were drinking something right now, it would be coming out my nose.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 5, 2007 13:12:59 GMT -5
Mike, If I were drinking something right now, it would be coming out my nose. I had an inspiration but actually it's not my work but it's funny as heck. ;D Can you guess where it's from?
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Rick
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Post by Rick on Dec 5, 2007 13:24:46 GMT -5
Is it from that puppet movie a few years ago? I think it was called Team America. I rented it (big mistake). Pretty funny in parts, but gross overall.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 5, 2007 13:27:44 GMT -5
Is it from that puppet movie a few years ago? I think it was called Team America. I rented it (big mistake). Pretty funny in parts, but gross overall. You are correct sir, Raise him to corporal!! ;D
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Post by Greg C. on Dec 5, 2007 18:21:33 GMT -5
I don't know whether to laugh or to shake my head...
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 6, 2007 13:46:05 GMT -5
I don't know whether to laugh or to shake my head... You can do both
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 6, 2007 13:49:41 GMT -5
How about this one on a serious note Oh! the quiet river-crossing Where we twain were wont to ride, Where the wanton winds were to sing Willow branches o'er the tide. There the golden noon would find us Dallying through the summer day, All the waery world behind us - All it's tumult far away. Oh! thoe rides across the crossing Where the shallow stream runs wide, When the sunset's beams were glossing Strips of sand on either side. We would cross the sparkling river On the brown horse and the bay; Watch the willows sway and shiver And their trembling shadows play. When the opal tints waxed duller And a gray crept o'er the skies Yet there stayed the blue sky's color In your dreamy dark-blue eyes. How the sun-god's bright caresses, When we rode at sunet there, Plaited among your braided tresses, Gleaming on your silky hair. When the last sunlight's glory Faded off the sandy bars, There we learnt the old, old story, Riding homeward 'neat the stars. 'Tis a memory to be hoarded - Oh, the follish tale and fond! Till another stream be forded - And we reach the Great Beyond.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 6, 2007 13:55:37 GMT -5
In prison cell I sadly sit, A d__d crest-fallen chappie! And own to you I feel a bit- A little bit - unhappy!
It really ain't the place nor time To reel off rhyming diction - But yet we'll write a final rhyme Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion!
No matter what "end" they decide - Quick-lime or "b'iling ile," sir? We'll do our best when crucified To finish off in style, sir!
But we bequeath a parting tip For sound advice of such men, Who come across in transport ship To polish off the Dutchmen!
If you encounter any Boers You really must not loot 'em! And if you wish to leave these shores, For pity's sake, DON'T SHOOT 'EM!!
And if you'd earn a D.S.O., Why every British sinner Should know the proper way to go Is: "ASK THE BOER TO DINNER!"
Let's toss a bumper down our throat, - Before we pass to Heaven, And toast: "The trim-set petticoat We leave behind in Devon."
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 9, 2007 13:26:05 GMT -5
Lonely man missing his wife. If you could shop for loneliness, would you shop alone?
Would you shop among many, or would there even be any?
And if you were to find loneliness, sitting there upon a shelf.
Would you be willing to pay the price, for the seclusion of ones self?
We spite the feel of loneliness. Although it is quite real.
We can't quite escape the darkness and self pity, that loneliness makes us feel.
Loneliness often makes us think of family and mistakes we've made in life.
My loneliness comes most often, when I think about my wife.
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Post by Cole_blooded on Dec 13, 2007 0:07:26 GMT -5
Mike If only your wife would join this group and read your heart felt poems and hear of and feel the sadness in your mind,body and soul! When you used the word "twain" on an earlier post I thought of ole Elmer Fudd! ;D TED COLE....aka....Cole_blooded
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 13, 2007 12:56:34 GMT -5
Ted, What really gets me upset is that most of the people i know except for here, are telling me to just move on, let her go, you are addicted to your grief and so on.
They have never gone thru anything close to what i'm going thru and it's easy to say those things. Untill they feel the absolute devistating blow to their souls, they will never understand. This is not something that i can just turn off because she is the love of my life absolute total love of my life..
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Post by Greg C. on Dec 15, 2007 11:27:02 GMT -5
I really don't know what to tell you Mike. Ask yourself this question: Is there any chance at all she'll come back to live with me and we can live happily as we have for the last (amount of) years? After you ask yourself that, in those exact words and if you find the answer to be no, you'll have no choice but to move on.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 19, 2007 12:21:03 GMT -5
I really don't know what to tell you Mike. Ask yourself this question: Is there any chance at all she'll come back to live with me and we can live happily as we have for the last (amount of) years? After you ask yourself that, in those exact words and if you find the answer to be no, you'll have no choice but to move on. Hi Greg, yes i do believe that there is a mind you a very small chance of us getting back together. Maybe it's wishfull thinking on my part. This sounds corney especially from a 44 year old but i don't believe that you can fall out of love, especially the kind of love we had (no fighting etc;) And as much as i love her, there is no way of thinking about moving on. I could almost say "Divine love" Am i making sense?
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Post by neferetus on Dec 19, 2007 12:32:33 GMT -5
It do, Mike. Perhaps Greg will just have to cross that hurdle, before he can fully understand for himself.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 20, 2007 11:05:29 GMT -5
Thanks ned.
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Post by Bromhead24 on Dec 21, 2007 14:55:47 GMT -5
I want to run away Inside my bright red scream I want to break the doors Holding back my dream Living like this Checking the skies for rain A constant reminder Of this burden and pain I'm holding on to A shooting star Its points cutting my skin This time it's gone too far Nothing left to wish on My bloody star fell Left me drowning in hopes Inside my wishing well Not looking for a hero To owe such a debt I could not ask for saving This loss is not a regret I want to run away But there's nothing out there I want to shatter windows That look out on nowhere This is not life If I'm already dead My bleeding heart stopped beating And tears I will always shed.
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Post by Cole_blooded on Dec 21, 2007 18:16:09 GMT -5
Mike, nice poem and why don`t your wife just get on this site and read and think and feel what your going through! She has to realize what this has done to you, does she not realize this? Has your daughter had a talk or an e-mail with her? I`m behind you on this bud! TED COLE....aka....Cole_blooded
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Post by kate on Dec 21, 2007 18:38:18 GMT -5
It's not easy to carry on your life You have lost your love, your wife All and everything seem so bad You are feeling extremely bitter and sad Believe me I know, life will improve You'll be able to make the gigantic move It takes it's time, it seems for ever But remember this, never say never.
That Poem was wonderful Mike, Hang on in there, we are all here for you, we will be thinking of you this Christmas. All the best, Kate.
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Post by seguin on Dec 21, 2007 21:36:17 GMT -5
Beautiful poem, Mike! One of the worst things in life is when love´s no longer mutual. I feel your pain. We´ve all been there at one time or another in our lives. Hang on, Mike! In time you´ll feel better about it although the pain will never cease completely, but it will be bearable. After all, life goes on and we never know what good things the future holds for us. I wish you a Merry Christmas and a much happier New Year!
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