tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171361462011-04-21T17:19:58.891-07:00jamespintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841105875872712580noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17136146.post-1129554820530277022005-10-17T05:51:00.000-07:002005-10-17T06:27:29.756-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/south%20fork%20scenery3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/320/south%20fork%20scenery3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">A New Day : A Changed Person </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I woke up this morn </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">at early dawn </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">to find that my fear had completely gone </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I was no more alone </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">My heart was no more of stone. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I looked up at the sky last night </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">and saw the stars that above me shone </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Then I felt that Im not alone </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I remembered my life that was once askew </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">If you look inside of you </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">your the best at something </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your one in a billion </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">One in the world </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">If you realise your true self </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">your hurdles are nothing............ </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">By James Pinto</span> </span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">You Complete Me </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">When I look at her</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">strange things in my heart do occur </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I dont know why </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I like to hide my feelings inside for you. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">When Im down and lost </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">you comfort me with open arms </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Your love has no cost </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">It cannot be bought </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">I need it baby </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Coz in my heart for it there is a great drought . </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">By James Pinto </span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17136146-112955482053027702?l=james007poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jamespintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841105875872712580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17136146.post-1129553492238626952005-10-17T05:34:00.000-07:002005-10-17T05:51:32.260-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/love_poems3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/320/love_poems3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Heres a poem by me to all you lovers out there !!!</span></strong></em><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">When I look into your eyes</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>When I look into your eyes </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>I see the truth that in them lies</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>When you stare at me with those beautiful eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>I could wish I would never die</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Everytime you walk by </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>I feel I can fly</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>When I look into your lovely brown eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>I see us together in paradise </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Your eyes tell it all , </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>with me you'll never fall </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>When I look into those eyes </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>I see how gentle you are within </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>With you I feel I could touch the skies </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>By JAMES PINTO Age: 18 </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">MISSING YOU </span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>You're leaving, I know </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Do you really have to go? </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tell me the reason</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Coz love is in the season </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>The love of my life is going away </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>The tears in my eyes are flowing away </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tell me if you even care </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>What will happen if my heart does tear </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>You're the only person for whom I care </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>You're the only face at which I could stare. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">By James Pinto</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">THE MARATHON OF LIFE </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">When the marathon of life has just begun </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">And you're already sweating and panting in the sun </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tell your self I am the chosen one </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">When the road becomes rough and steep </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Your muscles ache and at night you can't even sleep </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Just remember that there is someone </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">To help you on this road to further run </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">There is a God above </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Who is filled with love </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">When you're weak and can't even speak </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Just remember the one above. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">By James Pinto </span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">LIFE: A MYSTERY </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Life is a mystery, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Full of twists and turns, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Even the flowers which looked blooming and good before </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Drop down and die, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">the birds don't chirp anymore, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">the grass looks burnt </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">And the clouds now look grey </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Life seems to be becoming tougher and tougher </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">The roads seem to have become rougher, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">filled with thorns </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">I don't know what the future will be like </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">If the present is so much filled with fright </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Friends seem to be going away </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Happiness in my life just doesn't want to stay </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Until before this day my life was happy and gay. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Life seems meaningless </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">God it is me that you need to bless </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">You're the only true friend I have ever had </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">Whose been with me through the good and bad. </span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong><em>By James Pinto</em></strong> </span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">In Those Lonely Hours </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">On a saturday night when i turned off the light </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">the moon outside had a magical light </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I closed my eyes </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">only to find you by my side </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Everytime that song plays </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">everytime I take your name </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Im no more the same </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I can feel you </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I feel so much stronger </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I can bare my difficulties much longer </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">In those lonely hours </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Admist those bright blue flowers </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Its only you who cares about me </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Only with you I can spend each day. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I spend my nights thinking of you looking at the bright sparkling stars </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I have no idea of minutes or hours </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I picture those moments we had together........ </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">The moves by which we danced together.............. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">I walk around the corner hoping to bump into you someday </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">But to my dismay </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Your far far away................ </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">By James Pinto </span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17136146-112955349223862695?l=james007poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jamespintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841105875872712580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17136146.post-1127732019361458852005-09-26T03:51:00.000-07:002005-10-17T06:34:36.153-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/love_poems1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/love_poems1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/nature1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/320/nature1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/1290/1600/love_poems.jpg"></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I want to break free </span><br /><br /></em></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>I want to break free so that I may be<br />everything I can be to make history<br />I want to break free so that there may never be<br />any mountain or sea to stop me from reaching my destiny<br />I want to break free from this world of hatred and enmity<br />and like a bird fly away to show them what I'm really gonna be<br />I will bend down on my knees and ask for freedom with a please<br />but if my freedom is refused ill fight for it with a weapon that was never used<br />and theyll be surprised when i win and enjoy a freedom never realised<br />I'm gonna be what i want to be when im free<br />I know this is crazy<br />but thats the way its supposed to be<br />simply free.<br />by James Pinto<br />age: 18years<br />james 6:08 AM</em></strong> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17136146-112773201936145885?l=james007poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jamespintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14841105875872712580noreply@blogger.com