Thief of Your Heart



I want to be the thief of your heart

and steal it away part by part.

I want to be the rock in your ocean

and view your love in slow motion.

I want to be the one to take away your fears

and when you're sad I want to be the one who hears.

I want you to love me for me

and for me to be able to love and trust you for you.

I want to be the thief of your heart,

to steal every piece until nothing's left--not one part.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 Spr. '89

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Waiting For Your Return



There's nothing more I can do

but sit here and wait for your return.

To see you again is for what I yearn.

I've been missing you since you went away,

longing for that day,

when we would meet again.

I feel safer knowing that on that day it was not

the end,

but a pause in our relationship.

Maybe it will give us time to think.

More time than just a wink

of an eye.

So when we meet agin we'll know if this is what

we want--

to continue this thing and return the passion

where it was--hot!



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89

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If You Were Here



I'm just lying here unable to sleep,

thinking of your lovely face

and your warm embrace.

I wish I could see you,

I wish you were here

so I could hold you so close, so near.

I miss you.

I want you here with me

So together we would be.

You enjoying me and me enjoying you.

That's what we would do,

if you were here.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp.'89

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Let's Make The Most Of It



I'm so happy that we're finally together.

Though it's for a short time and not forever.

We must make the most of it.

Create some memories we can hold on to

until we meet again.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89



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What Happened To Us?



It's so strange for us not to be together anymore

It's such an empty feeling

Didn't I treat you nice?

Didn't I love you right?

What more could I have done?

Where did the love we shared go?

Can feelings like that just vanish?

Please reply so my heart can be at ease.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89

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Your Beauty



Your beauty is like the sunrise,

the beginning of a new day.

One with new hopes and aspirations.

Your smile is like the ocean,

one that flows ever so gracefully.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89



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You Came Along



Just when I thought I was incapable of loving, you came along.

And since that time my feelings for you have grown so strong.

But, I am aslo at the same time weak,

weak for you,

weak at your touch and your kiss.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89

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Can't Help Missing You



I have tried not to miss you

but that never lasts too long.

I tell myself to be strong

but the thought of your love makes me weak,

because you're so very special to me.

I can't let you go

Just because, I love you so.



Mike Bowen

My LS 270 class Sp '89



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A Brave and Startling Truth



When we come to it

We, this people, on this wayward, floating body

Created on this earth,

of this earth

Have the power to fashion for this earth

A climate where every man and every woman

Can live freely without sanctimonious piety

Without crippling fear.

When we come to it

We must confess that we are the possible

We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world

That is, when and only when,

We come to it.





BY: Maya Angelou for the 50th anniversary of the United Nations




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BEFORE YOU KNOCK ...





I really enjoy students very much

Thats why I teach as I do.

I'd have far more moolah and prestige

If I practiced law rather than teaching it to you.

But I won't be able to stay here

At UGA with you

If I don't do the other things

Besides teach, that they want me to do.

What this means for you is

That my available time is limited

Tho it may seem bold to say so,

When it comes to my job I can't afford to be inhibited.

I'll see you when its office hours

Or if an appointment you've made,

But if its a non office-hours drop in

Sorry, but farewell you're bade.

You can phone only during office hours also

Or at anytime leave a note on my door.

I guarantee I don't have a student

Whose entreaties I simply ignore.

You may even call me at my home

I don't mind you doing that any time

But you must understand

I'm not trying to be grand

I simply must stick to my plan.

VALID EMERGENCIES EXCEPTED

(but it had better be good )

BY: Dr. B-A

copyright, 1989, Dawn D. Bennett-Alexander


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Memories



All of them are gone,

Although I loved them well.

But the memories of their laughter and smiles

Will always be locked in my heart.

So you you see,

Even though your loved ones

May go away

To that big heaven in the sky

To sing with the angels

And rest in peace forever,

The memories of your loved ones

Are locked in your heart

To never be opened

By anyone but yourself.



Jenniffer Dawn Bennett Alexander



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Idea came while in Mississippi

Staring Into Nowhere and Looking for Somewhere




Staring into nowhere and looking for somewhere to go, looking for something to do.

Staring into nowhere, our lives have no purpose.

Staring into nowhere, our future looks like a barren field, whose grounds have known no memorable havest.

Staring into nowhere, it all seems foggy, the truth is hidden and it is confusing.

Staring into nowhere, we can't see where we are going.

Looking for somewhere, tomorrow always has promise.

Looking for somewhere, we must believe that nothing is impossible.

Looking for somewhere, we must believe that nothing is impossible.

Looking for somewhere, we must close our eyes on nowhere.

We must shut the door, bolt it up and look but not stare on somewhere.

For staring would waste our precisous time, keep us stagnant, in between nowhere and somewhere.

In a place called I don't know.



By Delbert Ellerton

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What Good


What good is a flower if it can't bloom?
What good is expansion if you have no room?
What good is a twig, if it can't sprout?
What good is a voice, if it can't shout?
What good is a life, if you can't be free?
What good am I, if I can't be me?




BY: April Sinclair

from her book, Coffee Will Make You Black

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IF



If life were but a dream, my Love,

And Death the waking time;

If day had not a beam, my Love,

And night had not a rhyme,--

A barren, barren world were this

Without one saving gleam;

I'd only ask that with a kiss

You'd wake me from the dream.



If dreaming were the sum of days,

And loving were the bane;

If battling for a wreath of bays

Could soothe a heart in pain,--

I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,

All other aims above

I'd choose the human's higher right,

To suffer and to love!



BY: Paul Laurence Dunbar

From: The Life and Works of Paul Laurence Dunbar

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WHAT'S THE USE

What's the use o' folks a-frownin'

When the way's a little rough?

Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'

You'll be wrinkled soon enough.

What's the use?

What's the use o' folks a-sighin'?

It's an awful waste o' breath,

An' a body can't stand wastin'

What he needs so bad in death.

What's the use?

What's the use o' even weepin'?

Might as well go long an' smile.

Life, our longest, strongest arrow,

Only lasts a little while.

What's the use?



BY: Paul Laurence Dunbar

From: The Life and Works of Paul Laurence Dunbar

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THE CHASE


The wind told the little leaves to hurry,

And chased them down the way,

While the mother tree laughed loud in glee,

For she thought her babes at play.

The cruel wind and the rain laughed loudly,

We'll bury them deep, they said,

And the old tree grieves, and the little leaves

Lie low, all chilled and dead.


BY: Paul Laurence Dunbar

From: The Life and Works of Paul Laurence Dunbar

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LONESOME



Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two,

An', oh, the house is lonesome ez as a nest whose birds has flew

To other trees to build ag'in; the rooms seem jest so bare

That the echoes run like sperrits from the kitchen to the stair.

The shetters flap more lazy-like n' what they used to do,

Sence mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.


We've killed the fattest chicken an' we've cooked her to a turn;

We've made the richest gravy, but I just don't give a durn

Fur nothin' 'at I drink er eat, er nothin' 'at I see.

They's somep'n' stickin' in my throat ez tight ez hardened glue,

Sence mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.

The hollyhocks air jest ez pink, they're double ones at that,

An' I wuz prouder of 'em than a baby of a cat.

But now I don't go near 'em, though they nod an' blush at me,

Fur they's somep'n' seems to gall me in their keerless sort o' glee

An' all their fren'ly noddin' an their blushin' seems to say:

"You're purty lonesome, John, old boy, sence mother's gone away."


The neighbors ain't so fren'ly ez it seem they'd ort to be;

They seem to be a-lookin' kinder sideways like at me,

A-kinder feared they'd tech me off ez ef I wuz a match,

An' all because 'at mother's gone an I'm a-keepin' batch!

I'm shore I don't do nothin' worse'n what I used to do

'Fore mother went a-visitin' to spend a month or two.



The sparrers ac's more fearsome like an' won't hop quite so near,

The cricket's chirp is sadder, an' the sky ain't ha'f so clear;

When ev'nin' comes, I set an' smoke tell my eyes begin to swim,

An' things around' commence to look all blurred an' faint an' dim.

Well, I guess I'll have to own up 'at I'm feelin' purty blue

Sence mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two.



BY: Paul Laurence Dunbar

From: The Life and Works of Paul Laurence DunbarTh. 4/21/94


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AFTER THE QUARREL

So we, who've supped the self-same cup,

To-night must lay our friendship by;

Your wrath has burned your judgment up,

Hot breath has blown the ashes high.

You say that you are wronged-ah, well,

I count that friendship poor, at best

A bauble, a mere bagatelle,

That cannot stand so slight a test.


I fain would still have been your friend,

And talked and laughed and loved with you;

But since it must, why, let it end;

The false but dies, 'tis not the true.

So we are favored, you and I,

Who only want the living truth.

It was not good to nurse the lie;

'Tis well it died in harmless youth.

I go from you to-night to sleep.

Why, what's the odds? why should I grieve?

I have no fund of tears to weep

For happenings that undeceive.

The days shall come, the days shall go

Just as they came and went before.

The sun shall shine, the streams shall flow

Though you and I are friends no more.


And in the volume of my years,

Where all my thoughts and acts shall be,

The pages whereon your name appears

Shall be forever sealed to me.

Not that I hate you over-much,

'Tis less of hate than love defied;

How'er, our hands no more shall touch,

We'll go our ways, the world is wide.



BY: Paul Laurence Dunbar

From: The Life and Works of Paul Laurence Dunbar

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