<?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-5197705945061160321</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:53.789-07:00</updated><category term='Affidavit of future blogs...'/><title type='text'>A Rhyme A Week, So Take A Peek</title><subtitle type='html'>Go ahead and read.
My beautiful poetry.
You've already come this far.
So keep on being nosey.
It's all a work of art.
Smart and well thought out.
The best you'll ever read.
And me it's all about!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-4562875681105846547</id><published>2008-09-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:54:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends make the world more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They share their point of view&lt;br /&gt;~And help us to see things in a way&lt;br /&gt;That’s wonderful and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends make the world more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In countless different ways&lt;br /&gt;~Making good things better&lt;br /&gt;And enriching all our days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem we take for granted&lt;br /&gt;As the days go past&lt;br /&gt;~The good and faithful friendships&lt;br /&gt;That we’re counting on to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a special language&lt;br /&gt;Understood by you and me&lt;br /&gt;~In which our words of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;Are spoken silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though your heart already knows&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d like to say&lt;br /&gt;~You’ve made my world more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad you came my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-4562875681105846547?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4562875681105846547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=4562875681105846547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4562875681105846547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4562875681105846547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-2790883322931654721</id><published>2008-08-27T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:27:47.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be In The World That You See</title><content type='html'>I want to amaze you &lt;br /&gt;for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;And be the one&lt;br /&gt;who gives you butterflies inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And stars in your skies&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is the world that you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to take life’s pains&lt;br /&gt;throw away all the ache.&lt;br /&gt;Dry up sorrowful tears&lt;br /&gt;that we sometimes tend to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put fire in your soul&lt;br /&gt;And make your heart whole&lt;br /&gt;All I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is your world that you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be eternity&lt;br /&gt;in your sweetened presence?&lt;br /&gt;Forever basking in the glow&lt;br /&gt;of your beautiful essence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To free a wild horse&lt;br /&gt;Never with remorse&lt;br /&gt;Just to want to be&lt;br /&gt;In the world that you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-2790883322931654721?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-5575104917486935460</id><published>2008-06-16T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:16:51.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>If heaven were a beach,&lt;br /&gt;It’d have the bluest skies&lt;br /&gt;Clearest water, smoothest sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If heaven were a prairie,&lt;br /&gt;It’d have the sweetest grass,&lt;br /&gt;Most golden wheat, softest land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If heaven were a parade,&lt;br /&gt;It’d have the most beautiful horses,&lt;br /&gt;Funniest clowns, the biggest floats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If heaven were a river,&lt;br /&gt;It’d have the coolest waters,&lt;br /&gt;Longest waterfalls, laziest boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If heaven were a mall,&lt;br /&gt;It’d have the newest styles,&lt;br /&gt;Cheapest sales, the right size shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But if heaven were my love&lt;br /&gt;It’d be all about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-5575104917486935460?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/5575104917486935460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=5575104917486935460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5575104917486935460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5575104917486935460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/06/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-5017533388088181707</id><published>2008-06-03T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:14:22.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>To try to find the perfect words&lt;br /&gt;would be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;These precious words of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I could never find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I tried to speak&lt;br /&gt;those words would slip away.&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations for another day.&lt;br /&gt;That I may never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unperfect, perfectness&lt;br /&gt;drives away my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;The things that I could be.&lt;br /&gt;If you were here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-5017533388088181707?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/5017533388088181707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=5017533388088181707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5017533388088181707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5017533388088181707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-4399504990756024864</id><published>2008-05-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:34:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Never Take</title><content type='html'>Love is a game&lt;br /&gt;                                That you someday may win&lt;br /&gt;Hate is just another word&lt;br /&gt;                                Used by people who sin&lt;br /&gt;Sadness overcomes us&lt;br /&gt;                                One way or another&lt;br /&gt;Joy has become a name&lt;br /&gt;                                For somebodies mother&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;                                With the promises we make&lt;br /&gt;But HOPE is the beacons light&lt;br /&gt;                                That no one can ever take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-4399504990756024864?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4399504990756024864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=4399504990756024864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4399504990756024864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4399504990756024864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-never-take.html' title='Can Never Take'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-2277426818259009605</id><published>2008-03-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:15:50.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Lessons</title><content type='html'>She cried out for help&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and scared&lt;br /&gt;After she fell down&lt;br /&gt;Doing what she dared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came to rescue&lt;br /&gt;Tears washed her face&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the lines of age&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be in another place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said there was no pain&lt;br /&gt;She was afraid there'd be no one&lt;br /&gt;Just like in her sleepless dreams&lt;br /&gt;That still are never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she got up again&lt;br /&gt;And continued on to bed&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she'll think tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wishing she were dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sooner than the later&lt;br /&gt;Life was so unfair to her&lt;br /&gt;But she knows some things still matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that life is precious&lt;br /&gt;And loves her grand kids so&lt;br /&gt;She knows that life is miserable&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things she knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I'm still young&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anything get in my way&lt;br /&gt;Time, money, or even men&lt;br /&gt;These things she doesn't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned them from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;The things that need to be learned&lt;br /&gt;And in all the things that she does&lt;br /&gt;She shows that life is to be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For my gramma, who left us way too soon**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-2277426818259009605?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2277426818259009605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=2277426818259009605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/2277426818259009605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/2277426818259009605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/03/precious-lessons.html' title='Precious Lessons'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-4061590826239748973</id><published>2008-02-21T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:32:23.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greet Each Day With Gladness</title><content type='html'>The day may not be perfect&lt;br /&gt;The sky may not be blue&lt;br /&gt;But god will walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;And help you see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best today&lt;br /&gt;For sunshine follows sorry&lt;br /&gt;As blue skies follow gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet each day with gladness&lt;br /&gt;As if it were a friend&lt;br /&gt;There may be a blessing waiting&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around the bend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-4061590826239748973?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4061590826239748973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=4061590826239748973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4061590826239748973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4061590826239748973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/02/greet-each-day-with-gladness.html' title='Greet Each Day With Gladness'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-7982159215922644477</id><published>2008-02-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:09:51.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year</title><content type='html'>All I need to know in life, I learned my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;Every day that I went through, minimized both doubt and fear&lt;br /&gt;I learned to blow things up in first period, Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;In my U.S. Government class,  I found congress to be a conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;In English, I exercised all 8 parts of speech&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked that teacher, the weird one, Mr. Veatch&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period taught me how to get my beauty rest&lt;br /&gt;And my Math teacher said I was there just to be a pest&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics taught me patience, we were always running around&lt;br /&gt;Then my high school days were over, and all the things I found&lt;br /&gt;Last I remember it’s my graduation the speaker got hit with a loafer&lt;br /&gt;Learn what you can&lt;br /&gt; You’ll need it&lt;br /&gt;   Before you know it, it’s over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-7982159215922644477?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/7982159215922644477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=7982159215922644477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/7982159215922644477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/7982159215922644477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/02/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-4401878513938252685</id><published>2008-02-05T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:32:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory (By Dorothy Parker)</title><content type='html'>Every so often I come across a chunk of words that just nails it.  This poem, I believe, is something that we ALL feel at some point; some more than others...  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into love and out again&lt;br /&gt;     Thus I went and thus I go&lt;br /&gt;Spare your voice and hold your pen&lt;br /&gt;     Well and bitterly I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs were every sung&lt;br /&gt;     And all the words were ever said&lt;br /&gt;Could it be when I was young&lt;br /&gt;     Someone dropped me on my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         ~Dorothy Parker ~1970~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-4401878513938252685?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4401878513938252685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=4401878513938252685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4401878513938252685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/4401878513938252685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/02/theory-by-dorothy-parker.html' title='Theory (By Dorothy Parker)'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-8274903837749146572</id><published>2008-02-01T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:18:03.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Nikki</title><content type='html'>For every torment you have given&lt;br /&gt;And all the anger that has risen&lt;br /&gt;All the black eyes and missing hair&lt;br /&gt;For the times that just weren't fair&lt;br /&gt;The broken hearts and short winded calls&lt;br /&gt;The slandering words and long hard falls&lt;br /&gt;But of all the times we've fought in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance of all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Two good memories for every one of those&lt;br /&gt;Is what this heart reflects and shows&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on and all the caught tears&lt;br /&gt;The way we've taken each others fears&lt;br /&gt;Our unstoppable laughter of pots on your head&lt;br /&gt;How hard it would be to go on if the other were dead&lt;br /&gt;Sharing hobbies and the depths of our heart&lt;br /&gt;Reading each others minds though miles apart&lt;br /&gt;From your favorite food to your wishing star&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just beginning to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;We still have much of our lives to live&lt;br /&gt;And many more memories to give&lt;br /&gt;Now your 18 I have now words to say&lt;br /&gt;You already know I'm here for you every day&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left is; as the days go past&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship and love is what I'm counting on to last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-8274903837749146572?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/8274903837749146572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=8274903837749146572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/8274903837749146572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/8274903837749146572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-nikki.html' title='For Nikki'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-8749687356410117880</id><published>2008-01-26T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:17:44.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heard It</title><content type='html'>I heard it~&lt;br /&gt;Covered well by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Discovered by passion&lt;br /&gt;Faint and unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;So far away but still too close&lt;br /&gt;Soft yet harsh&lt;br /&gt;Blanketed with fear&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed by pain&lt;br /&gt;But I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves under foot&lt;br /&gt;A branch in the midst of a storm&lt;br /&gt;Smoke of a watered fire&lt;br /&gt;A dream made of glass hit the hard cold floor&lt;br /&gt;And I heard your heart break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-8749687356410117880?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/8749687356410117880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=8749687356410117880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/8749687356410117880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/8749687356410117880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heard-it.html' title='I Heard It'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-5003900004545143997</id><published>2008-01-23T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:17:28.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Waited For This</title><content type='html'>As we talk you just hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and kissing all through the night&lt;br /&gt;Holding this moment with all of my might&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you feels so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took so long but it goes so fast&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out everything but forgetting the past&lt;br /&gt;Here I am looking for love that'll last&lt;br /&gt;Going in places only Angels are cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes all you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing my heart and the breath outta me&lt;br /&gt;Can I show you everything I can be&lt;br /&gt;I realized just now, you've set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt anything close to this&lt;br /&gt;Such fire and grace in a simple kiss&lt;br /&gt;With all that you've given, there's not a moment I'd miss&lt;br /&gt;Someone heard and granted my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could settle for anyone but I've waited for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything for you to feel this way too&lt;br /&gt;Like going insane with anything that you do&lt;br /&gt;Everything now in a more beautiful view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you were out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;For me to love and hold and take care&lt;br /&gt;This feeling tries deep for us to share&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for this,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't believe you're finally here&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-5003900004545143997?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/5003900004545143997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=5003900004545143997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5003900004545143997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5003900004545143997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-waited-for-this.html' title='I&apos;ve Waited For This'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-5760378484577672987</id><published>2008-01-17T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:11:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquired Friends</title><content type='html'>How did I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquire&lt;/span&gt; such a great group of friends?&lt;br /&gt;That would stand with me&lt;br /&gt;Where ever my shaky road bends&lt;br /&gt;They'd lift me up to reach&lt;br /&gt;The biggest, brightest star&lt;br /&gt;And that's not even half as far&lt;br /&gt;Who would comfort me with raunchy humor&lt;br /&gt;Just to dry some tears&lt;br /&gt;And share with me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;And grab away my fears&lt;br /&gt;For a juicy bit of gossip&lt;br /&gt;Or help with a new fling&lt;br /&gt;Never do I worry who's the better thing&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something&lt;br /&gt;In whom God I did please&lt;br /&gt;For Him to give me such great friends,&lt;br /&gt;As I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquire&lt;/span&gt; in these!&lt;br /&gt;01/07/2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-5760378484577672987?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/5760378484577672987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=5760378484577672987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5760378484577672987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/5760378484577672987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/aquired-friends.html' title='Acquired Friends'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-763159534827594501</id><published>2008-01-15T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:17:05.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Of It All</title><content type='html'>Pink elephants, blue moon,&lt;br /&gt;ridding zebras bareback,&lt;br /&gt;Flying fish and talking bears&lt;br /&gt;But nothing quite compares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full eclipse, a starlit sky,&lt;br /&gt;sweet silence of a comet,&lt;br /&gt;Warm and golden rays of sun&lt;br /&gt;But nothings quite as fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tornadoes&lt;/span&gt;, flashing floods,&lt;br /&gt;all of natures phenomenons,&lt;br /&gt;Blasting blizzards of chalk white snow&lt;br /&gt;And they don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unchanging seasons of different days,&lt;br /&gt;beauty and exuberant grace,&lt;br /&gt;Golden summers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bronzy&lt;/span&gt; fall&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;the wonder of it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-763159534827594501?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/763159534827594501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=763159534827594501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/763159534827594501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/763159534827594501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/kindness.html' title='The Wonder Of It All'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-2691578913252557099</id><published>2008-01-14T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:54:45.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaside Dreams</title><content type='html'>The ocean spread forever, 'til the sky and it had met&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the shore and got my feet a little wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I walk in silence and love the beauty of this place&lt;br /&gt;But even more I love, the smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes close slowly as the breeze gently whisks my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The love I feel for you so long surpasses this years weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you say hello, the way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;The first time I looked into your eyes, I'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I make a point to look into your eyes so deep&lt;br /&gt;That I'm so wrapped with you, I see you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the sun fade, my lips curl in a grin&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that someday, your love I just might win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is growing big, or maybe so it seems&lt;br /&gt;But soon this love will be, more than something in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-2691578913252557099?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2691578913252557099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=2691578913252557099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/2691578913252557099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/2691578913252557099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/seaside-dreams.html' title='Seaside Dreams'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-831812605288481003</id><published>2008-01-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:16:27.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>Here are the first set of poems I want to put out there. I just want you, as readers to know, that these are my favorites. I don't know how many favorites I will end up putting out here, but until otherwise posted, here are is the poetry that I consider my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-831812605288481003?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/831812605288481003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=831812605288481003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/831812605288481003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/831812605288481003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197705945061160321.post-1748221634140287308</id><published>2008-01-11T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:43:53.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affidavit of future blogs...'/><title type='text'>Contents of this blog; Reasons of this blog</title><content type='html'>For quite some time now, I have been receiving requests to make my poetry public.  Though, at first I was quite apprehensive, I now feel that it is alright to share my private thoughts.  I realize that they are just another way that I express myself (as if my big mouth didn't do the trick),  and all the praise that I get when one reads them, is finally enough to persuade me to put them out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I believe my poetry is just 'wanna be' Hallmark trash, but you, as a reader, may think otherwise.  All I can say is have fun and enjoy!  Plagiarism is out of my control, so please, make these words count.  If you do in fact feel the need to steal, then please, please, please, do so in a manner that will charm another, if not yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, and ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197705945061160321-1748221634140287308?l=beths-rhymes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/1748221634140287308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5197705945061160321&amp;postID=1748221634140287308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/1748221634140287308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5197705945061160321/posts/default/1748221634140287308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beths-rhymes.blogspot.com/2008/01/contents-of-this-blog-reasons-of-this.html' title='Contents of this blog; Reasons of this blog'/><author><name>Biffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276006837248078690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-l1xDxaTuI/S-jloxhK6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8S31n5okVrQ/S220/DSCN0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
