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Posted: 10/1/2009 5:44:04 AM | losing myself
in fantasy
forgetting
about reality
now
....and
......again
i pretend but why
do i cry
when life
is beautiful,
simply. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/1/2009 7:44:59 PM | and so the summer triangle sets, and with it the little dolphin stars i know he watched every night from the boat....his favorite constellation, of course. and the stars of ketus in the deep of the celestial sea follow us still and remind him to watch the water for whale spouts. the people of summer went, the sky is silent, the sea left to nature and we to watching both. the colors of orion, no less poignant than those of autumn leaves, call him, call me, to a season of light and rest.
so my hands worry polish to my keys to the stardome and my worries fall into the joys of starshine and welcoming shining son home...
why not tears? | |
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Posted: 10/1/2009 7:54:30 PM | Idolize
The star that finds a pinhole opening in a sky full of clouds
The daffodil and tiny blue spruce that live in the punky oak stump
The sea star that clings to the last submerged shoal
The ant carrying a scrap bigger than himself
The osprey defending nestlings
The doe with the unmitigated gall to eat my last ripe pear
The child with grace enough to beat me at chess and not rub it in
The student who smiles and says thank you...then feeds my parking meter
The neighbor who scrapes morning-frost windshields
My mother reading her poetry at breakfast
My father singing
Escher's art
Asimov's wit
That solo bit of purple sea glass on the beach
Willow tree arms bent to the stream
...and Erotic Prose Etched on Skin
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Posted: 10/5/2009 4:18:47 AM | indian
i hear you
cry out
in pain
knowing
your suffering
is
d
e
e
p
but i cannot
fix you
(i don't
have the
power)
all i can do
is
love you
unconditionally | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/5/2009 8:53:43 AM | 3/2/09 I recall
And call it goodness when in a moment you can smile
when the sun is enough in it's warming,
and breezes come,
welcome to a heart needful of that releif
goodness too, those moments when turning home
and memory washes through those quiet thoughtful times
and those now gone whisper sombre things
and we remember;
when that solitude, of sorrows wrought
that spread upon that time now past
is just the shadow of a life that knew much light
and it is good that I recall | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 4:25:53 PM | You are too pretty for him
go out and find yourself a good looking man
and when he beats on you
sit in silence
cover the scars
do not repent
aloud the sins of his hands
go out and find yourself a good looking man
He's not smart enough
You won't have anything to talk about
you will wonder why you settled
he will never penetrate that part
of your mind
you need tickled
just to feel alive
for problems cannot be solved
find yourself a smart one
He also must be
a perfect father
no green man
but no bratty kids either
take your boy fishing
explain to him
why he doesn't have a daddy
like the rest of the kids
make sure he's a good man
find your boy a father
Sex should not matter
for it is the fuel of the wicked
driving into my mind
a lost hopelessness I find
searching through their many faults
wishing to have the purest thought
as if it will all fall in place
the moment I see his face
Rich man needed
must **** like a wildcat
sing like a bird
and forgive me of my wicked ways
as I travel through this earth
never afraid
seeking my fire
wanting and aching
to feel the desire
of parting lips
against my nape
chills down my spine
no need to fake
this pleasurable feeling
I get every time
I think of some perfect man
drifting in the back of my mind. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/8/2009 5:50:06 AM | amatis...your words bring a sense of peace...thank you
luri...always wonderful to read your words
ah sarah..sometimes i forget you're sooo young!!!...you search for the perfect man...i simply search for me! ..thanks for sharing your words, your thoughts..
me and my shadow
makes me want to
tap dance
even though
i don't know how
i want a cane
a closed umbrella
like fred astire
(cuz i ain't no
ginger rogers)
twirling to the beat
with my fancy feet
close my eyes in b&w
and flow
gently thru my dream | |
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Posted: 10/8/2009 6:20:42 PM | | It takes two. I don't care what all of these superwoman single moms say... but, can't settle for just anything. That was more of a response to my mother's words over EVERY guy I've ever been with... yes, I'm young. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2009 4:24:05 AM | ahh sarah...i agree...i do..(it's just i am now a grandma and am in a different place in life)
...your words have such passion...
don't settle for anything less than you deserve (and you deserve wonders!!)
trulio...have missed you..thank you...love the twist at the end..
searching
searching
searching
knowing it is here
deep within
ready
when i am willing | |
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Posted: 10/10/2009 4:34:48 PM | caput mortuum
lively in the change of autumn
it's burnished violets cross
dioxinine skies speckled with
whisps of golden sun rays...
kinda like blueberries in the
stuffing in tonight's turkey.
gross...tasted good, but still looked grosss.
it's all alesson in alternate pigmentation.
whoda thunk of purple stuffing?
he's a delight.
autism sucks the life out of me
the awesomeness, and awfulness, awe
vie for the soul in the vial
may it not shatter
he...he is terror and delight
it is him, and he is it
he'da thunk of purple stuffing...
and he will shake his head
at the very purple cow of it
and he will laugh
that people think that
mom is the normal one
and then he'll write
a poem, a poem of purple stuff.
I'm a lucky mum....
Think I'll go buy a potted purple mum before he returns ;
The mileage on this should eb worth a weekend of hoots.
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Posted: 10/10/2009 8:53:45 PM | luri...your words touch deeply..thank you soo much for sharing...
i know the body
is just a shell
for the soul
it's his eyes
that makes my heart
skip a beat
its his voice
that sends chills
up and down my spine
and its his sweetness
that melts my heart
forever | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/15/2009 8:13:49 PM | p
l
e
a
s
e
make
me believe
in your truth
take me to places
i have never been
i am almost there but
i need you to take me by
the hand and tell me that it
will be alright...then
(and only then)
i will know
everlasting
love | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/15/2009 9:17:35 PM | beg not for a longing ache
that pulls at every string
like a puppet on a cloud
heart and spirit bouncing
seek not the fire
of uncontrollable desire
spilling into the night
fevered kisses with all my might
dream not of brown eyes
or blue for that matter
for they all fade away with tears
and leave my mind in a clatter
dream not of flights nor fancies
settle for acceptance
gratefulness shown
for there are pangs unknown
to people like me and you
who have nothing better to do
than dream of love... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/16/2009 4:50:39 PM | 10/16/09 Albuquerque; after setting the Piece
The shackles away and now only upon some
hopeful steel tethers
rides this imagined thing, now real
and true to what it was meant to be
like my own wishes, even dreams
not yet true, but manifesting themselves,
held yet, by some other shackles
that must be loosed
and allowed what movement
that must come
to be also real | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 4:57:42 PM | 10/16/09 Albuquerque; before setting the piece
culmination does sometimes come with much sweat
and apprehension
and heavy iron thrust skyward
to stand upon the horizon, tall
for that is where his art would reach
ungainly and bright
it speaks of whimsy, too
and calls each passerby to smile
and remember they are still children, too
and have thought in images brighter
than now they know
and brighter then, their smile | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 9:43:35 PM | Even when you stand tall
defend your decisions
both big and small
there is always
some **stard
who won't bend an inch
he wants his perfect fantasy
can't see past it
I suppose it's merely a challenge
something inside making me
want to bend him to my will
seek the pleasure found beneath
this wall we build
each and every day
as if we've nothing better to do
than scold and chip it away...
for special moments
they are rare
but every once and again
he lets down his hair
and a smile comes across
from a mispronounced word
I am happy all at once
and thankful that I heard
the voice of a stumbling child
afraid of what he feels
the voice of a thousand angels
begging me to heal
a past I know not of
a life I cannot comprehend
still I crave him near me
to this ache, there is no end
scrape back my layers
melt my every need
just take away the desire
take away this seed
of passion stirring deep within
making me want more of him
why would I bother
to seek such a clutter
when I know damn well
he'll put me through hell
indded I don't want it
but cannot escape from the hint
of musk in the air
a careless toss of hair
little moments
I can claim
during which
he knows not my name
and only sees me
as this strange being
sent from above
to do his bidding
and succumb to
the passionate cues
of a man unafraid
to give me exactly what I crave
yet he leaves a hole
inside my soul
that neither his love
nor his hate
could so easily
attempt to replace
this burning desire
I need the fire
shoot it in me
make me complete................... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2009 12:59:20 AM | S...persepctive permutates with time
the stones grow their own names
each one...
L
a wall is built.
he sorts the stones
some flat
some wide
narrow
grey
blue
only in some places
each will have its due
he places each
one flat
one wide
narrow
grey
blue
for in some spaces
breathing must be true
true to its nature
the mason spends
his rocks on each
section of wall...
and true to protect
and let sing song air
fill lonely gaps with
song to light the way
he sits to rest on
the flat
the wide
the comfort of
a perfect perch on
perfectly perched
intentions
his
and
mine.
S...persepctive permutates with time
L | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 5:10:22 PM | sarah…you write with such passion….i so understand!
amatis..you have piqued my interest..i imagine ‘it’ reaching for the sky…or beyond the horizon!
luri..your wisdom warms…
dear john..
we are beautiful friends
lovers never suited us well
(to high maintenance)
but friends?
we are gentle and sweet
and warm
simply ourselves
again | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 3:48:22 PM | I really liked that last poem Rosie, very soothing
fading away
into a simple song
a known tune springs
from the speakers of my mind
I drift and float
down the page
words bring
release | |
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