this is one i had to post...please read and pray for our boys

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'

This poem was written by a Marine.

The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming
soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and
women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your
small part to plant this small seed


Ruth Orbon "Killer" Very Well Loved!!! - 15 years, 11 months, 21 days ago

Write your name with this and see who you are!!

-Guide-
A: LOVES to flirt
B: Loves people
C: Easy to fall in love with
D: Has one of the best personalities ever
E: Freaking beautiful
F: People wild and crazy adore you.
G: Never let people tell you what to do.
H: Easy to fall in love with
I: LOVES TO LAUGH
J: Freaking Rowdy
K: Really silly.
L: REALLY easy to fall in love with
M: Makes dating fun
N: One of the best bf/gf anyone could ask for
O: Loved by everyone
P: Popular with all types of people.
Q:
R: Good gf/bf
S: gets blamed for everything
T: GREAT kisser
U: Gets hugs
V: Not judgmental
W: Very broad minded.
X: Never let people tell you what to do.
Y: Is a freak in bed.
Z: Lives life for fun


R: Good gf/bf
U: Gets hugs
T: GREAT kisser
H: Easy to fall in love with
I: LOVES TO LAUGH
E: Freaking beautiful


Ruth Orbon "Killer" Very Well Loved!!! - 16 years, 1 month, 10 days ago

My first try at poetry...sorry it doesn't rhyme...not meant to hurt or make things worse...just feelings

LOST LOVE

do you feel pain
do you feel loss
do you know what hurt really is
well i feel the pain
and i feel the loss
and the hurt is unbearable
but i will survive
dont really want too
dont have a choice
this love felt real
more than any other
dont know what happened
probably never will
wish it could stay
if you'd change your mind
you say you still care
and i know that you do
but it wasnt enough
so here i will sit
feelin the pain
feelin the loss
hurting so deep
loving you still

Ruth Orbon




Ruth Orbon "Killer" Very Well Loved!!! - 16 years, 1 month, 12 days ago

As always my dear friend you know just how to make me smile. Thank you so much.

**** Friends ****

Friends help hold your head up high,
And friends won’t laugh when you must cry
They often sit off to the side,
But smile at you with warmth and pride.

They are there when life has kicked you hard
And rise to stand with you en guard
The true one’s know when you need them most
And offer their help, and will raise you a toast.

They’ll sing your praises, and boast of your good traits
Whether they meet you below, or at the Pearly Gates.
They seem to know when you need a spirit lift
And are much more precious than any store bought gift.

We’ve never enough, of this - life’s greatest pleasure,
But I want you to know, your friendship, I treasure.
I don’t say it enough, but I wanted to send
That I adore you so much, my dearest of friends.

~By Matthias Urquhart
Vancouver, BC


Ruth Orbon "Killer" Very Well Loved!!! - 16 years, 2 months, 10 days ago

My first poem from my very sweet silver tongued friend

A “Pet’s” Tale.

By Matthias Urquhart
(Vancouver, BC)


She paused a moment, from her long day, and opened up the door
She turned the key, finally home ~ then gazed upon the floor.
She felt her eyes go wide & warm, a smile on her face settles,
For on the floor ~ a welcomed site ~ was a path of red rose petals.

The trail led her weary body down the hall, and up the stairs
She knew he had woven some magic hot, to brush away her cares
To chase the stress off from her day, she saw the candles lit,
And in a bucket of cubes of ice, a bottle of champagne did sit.

A figure moved behind her and strong fingers closed her eyes,
A blindfold slid upon her face, he’d planned much – she did realize.
He peeled her clothes off, slow & sensual, til her form was fully bare,
And led her to a mattress, for a massage for his Lady Fare.

His fingers worked the muscles ~ soft then hard ~ to please her flesh,
His mouth did lower to kiss her skin, and let their rising passions mesh.
His heart holds her in its tender care, he pampers and adores
But when the night’s heat grips them both, the passion simply soars.

Her body opens, beckoning forth, to this lustful-lunging Lad
You’d never know this naughty devil, had the manners of Galahad.
The bath will come, and soon the drinks, long hours will be spent in bed.
He is her Pet, and yet, Her lord, two lovers ~ when all is said.

Just ask of him, of word or lust, of caress, of gentle hand
So glad he met her behind that screen, and flirting naughty in cyberland.
By day he’ll serve her, shield and sword, his strength will lift Her high
At night his carnal passions loose, to please Her and satisfy.

Ruth Orbon "Killer" Very Well Loved!!! - 16 years, 3 months, 8 days ago