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1. almost 11 years ago on Luann

   I love poetry (the rhyming kind). Thanks for those posts! Off Luann subject, but I wrote a poem called “Black and White” about losing one’s sight, and when colors fade. It got raves a few years ago at the American Council of the Blind.

2. almost 11 years ago on Luann

   I wrote this, using a few lines from the comic. You’ll recognize T.J., et al.

   AFRAID TO TAKE A CHANCE

   He thought he wasn’t good enough,So his hands in his pockets he shoved.He was afraid to make a commitment,Though he dated a girl that he loved.

   He thought she only liked himBecause he saved her life one time.He guessed her feeling was heartfelt,But he was afraid it was only short time.

   He’d seen her with another,Though that was a year ago.He was afraid she wanted “manly”,And that he was a bit soft and slow.

   He thought that if he kissed her,That she might turn away.He was afraid that she’d reject him,Though she hinted every day.

   He questioned their emotions.They worked together most days.He was afraid it was only closeness,That caused him to feel that way.

   He felt like a klutz when he was with her,While she seemed “together” and “cool”.He was afraid he’d say something stupid.He was afraid he’d come across like a fool.

   He told how he felt to his parents.He told how he felt to his friend.They all told him to “go for it”,But he was afraid to jump in.

   He told everyone but the lady –The one who was close to his heart.He was afraid he’d get tongue-tied or blurt out,And embarrass himself at the start.

   He didn’t want to wear his feelings –His uncertainty in plain view.He was afraid that she’d laugh at him,Which would hurt him through and through.

   His friend said to quit the moaning,To ask her on a real date.“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”, he told him,Likely it would go just great.

   He doesn’t want her with him out of pity,So he sweats and his hair’s turning gray.He’s debating on pins and needles,When to ask her, and what he can say

   One guy told him that he is headingFor death – this might be his last dance.The tombstone will say: “Died from boredom” –He was afraid to take a chance.

   So for all of us who are living,Sometimes we have to go out on a limb.We have to put our feet in the water,If we ever want to learn how to swim

   You don’t learn to fly in a classroom.You have to get in the pilot’s seat.You don’t win a war on the sidelines,You’ve got to get into the heat.

   Showing emotions can be mentally risky.To be emotionally numb, there’s no strife.“Sad” and “happy” are part of real living, And some people are dead all their life.

   So you give up fun and passion‘cause you rather save a tear.Your job’s a gamble a lot of the timeSo you won’t chance holding anything dear.

   So you wander through life being aimless,And as you take your final breath,The undertaker molds your puzzling look, andOn your gravestone’s carved: “Bored to death”.

   Written by me (Netagene), September 16, 2009

3. almost 11 years ago on Luann

   I just joined this! Even though I quite taking the paper when our local one (biggest city in the state) changed to 3 days a week and more like USA Today rather than much local. I still like the comics and Luann has always been a favorite! And yes, I’m an old blind lady (FYI: 70 and high partial legally blind for 10 year). I’ve been reading the comments for awhile, and with Brad and Toni back in the picture, I’m going to share a poem I wrote about them. I hope you all enjoy it.