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Angel

by mistaric

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 Aug 2003 · 11 comments

Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day The sun is shining, brightly leading the way I breathe in the trees, and the air all around me From out of nowhere you finally found me You’re an angel, Sent from up above You’re an angel, You’re the one I love You’re an angel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me I hear the wind whispering in the trees I smell the scent of your perfume blowing in the breeze The sound of your voice calling from the heavens beyond The way my life’s changed, it’s like you waved a magic wand You’re an angel, Sent from up above You’re an angel, You’re the one I love You’re an angel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me You build me up, I feel on top of the world I want to shout from the top of the mountain, that you’re my girl Loving and caring Talking and sharing More precious to me than diamonds and pearls And as the sun sets, and nite starts to fall The stars are shining, and I take in it all Your eyes reflecting, in the light of the moon You came into my life, and not a minute too soon You’re an angel, Sent from up above You’re an angel, You’re the one I love You’re an angel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me And as I close my eyes, fall gently into sleep Each nite I pray to the lord, that you’re mine to keep And I thank him, for putting you in my days All my dreams came true, you never cease to amaze You’re an angel, Sent from up above You’re an angel, You’re the one I love You’re an angel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me

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11 comments

[4] DreamerSupreme 6-Aug-03/1:02 PM Reply
Eh.. cliche to the max.. and very very mushy..
[0] cleverdevice 6-Aug-03/1:43 PM Reply
Oh dear God, I never thought it possible to be physically sick reading a poem untill now. You can't even spell night properly!! Let me guess, your about 13 and the teacher said this was worth a gold star?
[4] DreamerSupreme › cleverdevice 6-Aug-03/2:39 PM Reply
it probly made it into the front cover of the school newspaper.. bleh.. i didnt even make it to the middle of the poem when i quit reading and announced judgement.
[n/a] http://mulberryfairy › cleverdevice 6-Aug-03/5:10 PM Reply
"Your" (sic) one to talk about spelling, but yes, I agree, spelling night in the reduced calorie "lite" sort of spelling is gross.
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › cleverdevice 7-Aug-03/7:56 AM Reply
The sophistication of your complete inability to correctly distinguish between "your" and "you're" (as has already been kindly pointed out by http://mulberryfairy), is exceeded only by the clumsiness of your complete failure to spell "until". A good attempt at an elegant put-down, but frankly it fails. You fail. -10- *GOLD STAR*
[0] Lifeboatman 6-Aug-03/8:15 PM Reply
And you think that a tribute to a beloved???!!! Buffoon!!! 0
[0] thepinkbunnyofdoom 7-Aug-03/1:53 AM Reply
Yuck. If I knew the proper spelling of the sound of vomiting I'd do it right now. This poem is so trite that I didn't get past the second line of the 4th stanza. Have you no consideration for others? If this is the kinda of poetry your going to write, stop right now. I mean it. I rarely give zeros, but this deserves one too much. I'll be nice and leave it at where my comment stands. On the bright side at least it shouldn't be too hard to for improvement, cause hopefully not everything you'll write can be this bad. -0-
[0] Mona Lisa 7-Aug-03/6:03 AM Reply
Is this a Joke?
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 7-Aug-03/7:59 AM Reply
sublimely beautiful -10-
[n/a] Bachus 7-Aug-03/8:36 AM Reply
Bagel (Lyric) by Mr. Rick



Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day
The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed
I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me
From out of nowhere you finally found me,
and we blow dryed together

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from the promise land
You’re an bagel,
Made by a Jew's rich hand
You’re an bagel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me

I hear the oven incinerating yeast
I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic
breaking as the breeze
The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor
The way my life’s changed, it’s like you waved a magic smore

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an Bagel,
You’re so hot I need a glove
You’re an Bagel,
How can I remove,
The way I feel about you now
Is pure like a white dove


You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem
I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that you’re my sweetest bagel
halved and toasted
Loxed and boasted
More precious to me than diamonds and pearls
in Antwerp

And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call
The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall
Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon
You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon

You’re an bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an bagel,
So hot I need a glove
You’re an bagel,
How can this be,
That the way I feel about you now
Is only because I like to eat

And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep
Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep
And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth
All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an Bagel,
You’re the one I love
You’re an Bagel,
How can it really be,
That just one day without you
could rewrite some Jews history.
[n/a] Retaliate › Bachus 7-Aug-03/9:18 AM Reply
sob. a tear, I think, for the beauty.