| k this is corny as hell and so 5th grade but i think its cute
Posted: 11/20/2006 10:24:19 PM | I think i read this one in... ummmm... uhhh... *sigh* i wish i hadn't read it just now... but that's probably good for the poem... because poetry is totally not my bag... but if you wrote it, Cheers! it rocks and rocks again...
if not... ehhhh... i'm no poetry critic... | |
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| thank you all
Posted: 11/20/2006 11:55:06 PM | frog lover, with much clarity your lines are true, very nice style; thank you for posting here.
lick, thank you for stopping by and leaving your lines, sure to touch many i'm certain.
weldergurl, very moving tribute to another young angel taken so soon, thank you for sharing.
hopeful, your words touched me in a way that i want you to know i do understand, as well as
ever remaining hopeful, too; i thank you.
ad, the purity of your heart always shines brightly on for us all to admire the you inside.
bubbly, i think we do all very well know that little girl inside; thank you too for posting.
we return again
to this place
where we feel free
to just ourselves be
i am grateful
i do understand
i am graced here
lines of others
each time i
feel lines left here
by those sincere
and pure of heart
i am touched
and i thank you
beacons of hope
yes i'm tired
body and mind weary
yet soul flying
yes inspired
touched yes
very much so
by other's prose
thank you each
of you so far
for leaving your
electronic marks
upon and in mine
and other's hearts
ringing as chimes
comforting
provoking
sincerity is all
i ever asked for
and have received
that and oh yes
so much more
this thread is ours
cummulative affect
with effects too
as once herein
was a singular voice echoing
now many more than few
so i thank each of you
wanting to now bid everyone
reflection and thankfulness
for what we have in
ourselves and each other
heart to hearts
shining and beating brightly | |
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| shadows in my mind of the best kind
Posted: 11/21/2006 12:21:01 AM | mr toad's wild ride
oh yes sometimes
i lost control
of the wheel
i took for granted
just relied on my
auto pilot needs
i am in many ways
unwavering in
feeling
honesty
sincerity
hope
and the very
possibility
of dreams
coming true
hey it's happened
before
and wasn't just lust
it's one way
of reason
i learned
from inside out
trust is tangible
for it can be felt
no not always
by fingers
but sometimes
of heart
and mind
i am drowsy
snug in my
own thoughts
warming me
cloaking me
comforting me
i oftentimes
throughout my day
think of shadows of
your body
so perfect to me
tracing outlines
in air even now
as i drift off
to slumber
to dream
i smile lazily
eyes closed
no matter
how many times
i recreate
each hollow
eyes still closed
i smile
each and every time
thanking now
not cursing God
we are blessed
with memory
imprints in our
minds and hearts
programming
of scent divine
inhaling deeply
salivation is indeed
born of hunger
as i yearn for you
me here you there
when will i
if ever again
see you
smell you
touch you
yes i know
you wonder too
not why
or how
but when
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| sleepytime
Posted: 11/21/2006 12:33:46 AM | As the day creeps in
The tiredness engulfs me
The day grows bright as my eyes fall dark
And i slip back into...
This nocturnal lark. | |
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| thank you all
Posted: 11/21/2006 10:24:31 AM | | thanx soft edge, she was an amazing little girl and just having a few moments here on earth with her meant more to all of us that a million dollars in the bank, she spent the first entire year of her life in the hospital and was only home for a month when she vomited in her sleep and it was caught in her feeding tube,it was a tragedy and so hard to deal with, but we are all better for knowing this little angel | |
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| he told me his dream
Posted: 11/21/2006 8:17:56 PM | unfinished business indeed
still left to play out in our lives
so very long since since we
together made a pact and we tried
so long ago he and i last shared
together ourselves
and the many memories we made
as well too all our
knowing looks
soft smiles
fullest embraces
kissing of faces
and other places
spats we brainstormed
on how to resolve
differences big and small
taking your clothes off
works in a pinch
(forgive a little pun there)
cause its sure hard
to stay mad when
you're both naked
and still in love
wanting to make up
or make the other laugh
with a silly look
or a joke thrown in
when very least expected
can't stay mad when the
hearts and animals
inside humans
are affected
today looking back now
so many more than
thousand meals eaten
still left me hungry
unfinished cups of coffee
not his strong sweet and hot
as his love to wake me
drinks quite a few
but not shared
with darling you
but ahh mi amor he knows
as he is the one i adored
since i firstly gazed upon him
so many years ago
he verbally re enacted
his version of that night
beginning with him entering that place
while i nudging my sister
who glanced where i nodded
in his exact direction
she responded "good luck"
oh so sarcastically and
yes was she ever surprised
when she saw how we were
together intent on only one other
undeniable chemistry
unspoken truths known
as if from another life past
centuries ago vast
we came together again
and again and again
for seventeen years
till we parted
now its been more
hard to believe
twenty four now
have flown past
more than half my life
and still i blush
thinking my thoughts
of him what a rush
many days since spent
feeling bluer than blue
nights in this desert heat
coldest without him near
to share this mine bed
with to rest my weary head
to sit and read quietly
together by the fire
both comfortable not even
moving or speaking for hours
just listening to music
my most handsome hero
i so adored and admired
i've now left him twice
last time where upon
his bended knees
with tears in his eyes
he pleaded with me
and yet i walked away
i got on that plane
flew across oceans
and various terrains
ever wishing i hadn't
we know and acknowledge
we have both changed
and yes grown too
but still there is fire
between us two it's true
no it wasn't because
he'd at such a young age
prior to meeting me
had a vasectomy
reason he and i never
had young blood of our own
my stepson from young age
i loved dearly so
now he is grown
a doctor himself
with a new beautiful baby girl
precious gift she is
i've seen pix to prove thus
and cannot explain my pride
but i have plans inside
life is meant to be lived
and fully we know yet how many
of us really dare to do so
because of the risks or things
we don't or can't know
does it readily show
for yes i am excited
and i am greedy too
sighing here waiting
long months to go faster
can't help not wanting
to have time now
just for a bit slow
next months will unfurl
with more blessings bestowed
le reve always managing to
keep staying in touch
from so far away
for so many years
and in so many ways
i'm counting the days
and that wake up too
until in each other's arms
both feeling anew
for dears here you see
for all of those times
whenever we were parted
he wrote pages and pages
and i to him similar too
professing our love and desire
him a career military man
so amazingly inspired
me well just me you know
this n that all rolled into
simply just me
we led a charmed life
wrought by our own hard work
living in such beautiful places
made so very many dear friends
with many different faces
i miss him still
familiar yet always
a challenge
magic between us
it just seemed
to happen
days ago he spoke to me
calling me by his
endearing pet names
with inflection unique
as only he can
causing me to recall
his rhymes once sang to me
the way he danced with me
whether out for the night
or in any one of our kitchens
in any city of many states
different countries too
he was all mine i knew
as i was all his too
the devil himself
couldn't possibly be
any more handsome
or clever than he
this man once completely
truly understood me
i know that's honestly
hard to believe
as well i too knew him
better than any other
on this planet
he was once my most
amazing friend and lover
now just mere days ago
we reminisced aloud together
each our own memories
familiar and smiling
at just this new beginning
again making plans
these will take time
for parts of our lives
are no longer entwined
even if and as our hearts
still remain so
we've both still awhile
to yet go
of this he has repeatedly
reminded me of
while i dared not dream
any more of our love
subconscious takes over
even when mind stays intent
stubborn it seems
an ocean and terra firma
between us cannot deny
as he dares speak out loud
we will be together
incredulous he asking me
don't you just know?
my answer a whisper
of course, it is so
he asked me if
i could ever leave this
my beloved desert
did i love nothing more
than it on this earth
i answered of course
again in a whisper
my sorrow at having left him
not once but twice
giving up our marriage
i've since realised
our then very lives
then holding my breath
as he continued on
describing his dream to me
a house in the country
for the both of us again
the world seems smaller
safer somehow again now
except hmmm well again
yes dear it'd be me
giving up this life
this sinful polluted city
this amazing boss
this amazing job
this cozy creation
i've managed
to make of my life
since i was
no longer his wife
no question needed
save but for one
did he really not know
i'd consider it done
tie up all these loose ends
yes it will take time
better get my fill of this
warm autumnal sunshine
traded in for eternal sighs
a move again across sea
necessitates me leaving
all this that i now know
this which now is my life
i've worked so hard
does it really show
to create independence
with balance yet
without room for strife
he is so proud he says
still wanting me again
i hear it in his voice
as he develops a plan
london to vegas within
the next month and a half
my head still reeling
imagining that again
this smile hasn't left
my face since this
our talking again began
thanksgiving this year
with meaning anew
grace herself veritably
swam over the murky moats
beating now down my front door
picking through these walls
bit by masonry bit
concrete granite and stone
solidly fashioned
around this my heart
will i awaken with a start
i feel wonder and yes even
amazed to ponder considering
again comforts of two
knowing as one these things
that we both seem to
is this but a dream
like his is to him
only portenders of future
can know or can say
besides knowing
my heart is again warm
and a smile plays across
my face although that
isn't unusual as it's
really just my way
and realising finally
home really is
where our hearts live
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| he told me his dream
Posted: 11/22/2006 1:49:23 PM | | Just wanted to say thanks for this thread, and the coments Soft. I think that you are someone who really knows who they are, and I love that you write with such freedom. Keep it coming, it does this lil froggie good. | |
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| It All Makes Sense.
Posted: 11/22/2006 7:04:24 PM | I'm not opening my eyes with intentions of watching the sunrise
But her presence shades my cheeks with pinks and purples
Or maybe it's just the cold and the way my heart generates more warmth
When she rests her head on my shoulder
I do not reach my hand out to attempt a playful grab of a photograph that I pretend to be embarrased of
I reach out to hold her hand in mine, and to feel the beauty that fuels my heart
I do not include her in my thoughts and days because I wish to share a bed
I share with her because I care for her
I protect
I hold
I trust
It all makes sense
The whole of the world, all of it
When I'm with her.
Written as I thought about part of something I wrote a long time ago: "That's why we want to like someone, because when we're together the world makes sense." | |
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| It All Makes Sense.
Posted: 11/23/2006 11:18:19 AM | froggie dear, so sweet the words from your fingertips, but please be not fooled i cannot help but learn more about so much more!
as so many others yes
i am continually learning
even more of myself
my attitudes
perceptions
crap to turn from
things to focus more upon
task of unveiling levels
of self to even more depths
i dare say i am enough
of complexities now already
but then BAM! comes something
sharp or swift enough
to take my breath away
or make my heart race...
othertimes i just think
it's my own form of neuroticism
i ought to pull my head outta itself more
and need to go take a walk
gemin cancer cusp child woman
mostly good with bits of naughty
sharp but with oh so much yet to learn
life is good this thanksgiving day
flash i love your write, such powerful images spring to my mind from anything you write; i am honored whenever your post herein. i will consider it a thanksgiving gift; ty.
That's why we want to like someone, because when we're together the world makes sense. one reason i created this thread was to keep my posts together; another was to share a place for kindred; i am grateful so many who post here are so thought provoking and lovely, generous of spirit; thank you all for helping make it such a comfy warm place!
i bid all here who stop to read or share a post
the very warmest self & shared love, light and reflection
happy happy thanksgiving day! | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 210 | |
| It All Makes Sense.
Posted: 11/23/2006 11:38:44 AM | Happy Thanks Giving to all ...celebrating!
softEDGE love your sweet rambling drifty poetry.. just so good as usual.
Here is something off the top of my neuro brain....fresh slain...
Hey now...come on...
now
my moon is gone
now
give me back the green grass
shack
where i can shade my light
despite
a shadow passes
reflects the lack
respects the full
of all the pack
of cards and shards
that wiggle back
to smack
n hackie sack
taxi cabs
and wank
will wack
no tellin now
how long the flack
so crispy batter
fish to matter
be the sea and
come to tatter
harvest nets without
a platter
just another rhyme
to chatter
grain is slain
and horse is mane
fairy tales and
childrens bane
nursery rhymes
are truth in fieghn
licorice salty
sweet refrain
that lives amonst the
sing song beat
and roots the blues
w jazzy basnds
finger trombones
from southern lands
i love to hear
the great plethora
of all the street
inside pandora
for nickels shine in wells of
mine
my eyes are liquid
felt
from all the .....
you loved me true
you loved me sent
you loved me out
you loved me round and round and
round about
it was felt...
i recompose..
i make my leave
you loved my pane
now
transparent
now apparently
comes believe | |
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| It All Makes Sense.
Posted: 11/23/2006 6:31:20 PM | Wow, I never expected to share anything and recieve such a great comment! Thank you. I enjoy reading the poetry here, tons of inspiring stuff. Sometimes a write can remind me of something significant and thought provoking enough for a poem to be written.
Contact: Heart to Heart.
The touch of your hand
Your arm
Your body
A chest full of heart
This is the calling
I've been half blind from the start
But my fingers
My palms
My mouth
They are controlled not by my intentions or visions
They are influenced by thoughts
Of you
And the actions of your fingers
Your palms
Your mouth
They intertwine into something so temporary
But the memory ages as if it were a fine wine
I hope that your brown eyes will forget to bury me one day
I'll water your brown eyes with mine so blue
Can you feel me? I can feel you. | |
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| a place for us novices...
Posted: 11/23/2006 9:30:25 PM | I cast my sight across her eyes.
And now I'm falling blindly.
I hope the subtle never dies.
I need my strength to breathe.
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Waves.
Patterns are our slaves,
now that we understand,
What it means to go on from day to day.
Here and now can never stay
The only things that matter are what we say
So say, that it doesn't matter
That everything we ever dreamed
Will never crack and shatter
No nightmare can ever be a truth
When you walk with me
Closer, closer, ever closer
Even after my eyes do fail,
This beauty will never stale.
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A child's illusion
A mild dilusion
Can't find a savior
Life is confusion
Love is a barrier
We need time to garrison
We need time to find the blessed one
We need compassion to carry her
Away from the tides of anger
That exist inside, we're a mix of danger
and compassion
This human condition
One day, or perhaps during the night there will be a laseration
All of what we know will partition
It's not a gain of resentment
It's not a loss of contentment
We will never achieve such
We're all alone
So let's find a savior,
Ignore the one that created us
Mother nature, oh how we have betrayed your trust
We must find another
I'm particular to the thought of the bloody massacre
Oh father war, do join us for an afternoon, or night, or perhaps a foggy morning
So that our nations may soon fight, and later our children may remain in mourning
For our lives lost
For our loves lost
Lest we forget our future woes
Mother, mother,
We are lost without her
(that last one was completely random, wrote most of it just now). | |
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| a simple apology
Posted: 11/24/2006 4:58:12 PM | ~aero§oul~ i am hanging my head in shame, peeking at you from the corners of my sloe eyes through my lashes and asking forgiveness in having forgotten to properly thank you; you, lover of all things of graceful visual and pleasing beauty, more creative than i by far, (how /DO you keep from spontaneously combusting?!) i am so sorry to have been remiss in a big thank you for your few words here; i do hope you will return and leave more soon.
if i ever make it back to uk i'd love to see your work; brilliant! | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 214 | |
| sorrybittababble
Posted: 11/24/2006 5:15:34 PM | soft edges
subtle lines
words within
telling minds
revealing truths
crossing lines
building bridges
spanning hopes
feeding dreams
cutting ropes
free the spirit
guide the soul
make me hear it
make me whole.
sorrybittababble | |
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| feeling the love
Posted: 11/24/2006 5:34:31 PM | mi mi mi
i am saddened
by your latest email
i am sorry
for trials life brings
i send you for what it's worth
my love from afar
to cloak you and keep you warm
no matter the cold outside
your heart will
when you are ready
be warm again
this i can swear to you
my friend
as truth
as surely as i sit here
writing for you words
do you know of the the?
love is stronger than death
for it is true
but know this too
when something ends
when something dies
comes a phoenix
from ashes to rise
bird of brilliance
bird of fire
bird of self's desire
soaring on hope
not looking behind itself
back into the smoke
ever hold your chin high
even when trembling
do something
anything to keep
mind hands heart
occupado mon ami dear
i am thinking of you now
i am saddened on this day
a day when i am feeling
safe loved content hopeful
a day i have spent mostly alone
and surprisingly i feel the above
even though for the greater
part of this day
i have been without my inet or cable
as there was some sort of outage
in my area 89% affected i was told
having recently moved
still don't have any of my
4 cd or dvd players hooked up
technologically challenged am i
ok technologically lazy
sighs caught in the trap of tuth
one day i will change that
about myself too
reinvention is not only fun
but oh so necessary
to sail waves and seas of our lives
whether grey and stormy
or gloriously sunny
my thoughts on water rippling today
my lips curling into soft smiles
i am so cozy even my eyes are soft today
flash, your words
had me thinking smiling all warm inside
thank you again
you of talent and wisdom vast
for such a young man
tim! an unexpected visit
making me smile widely too
thank you and hope you
are having a lovely evening
my far away friend! | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 216 | |
| feeling the love
Posted: 11/24/2006 6:41:14 PM | | You always seem to sneak in a thank you..........thank you | |
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| This is for the lost of a very dear friend.
Posted: 11/24/2006 8:21:57 PM | THE MUSICMAN PLAYS NO MORE
The Music Man is heard no more .
I felt his words and was taken away into melody
I believed his message of harmony
And started to believe again.
The tune , the rythym, the rythme
I believed there was meaning in his music.
His was the sweetest, warmest lilts that captured my heart
And made my imagination soar.
His was the music that fed my soul.
His pain, his past, his future , his dreams torn
But now he will sing no more.
My heart is lost without the beat
From the Musicman. He never knew his power.
Or knew the sounds he made that captured my soul
He was too busy listening to the tune
To notice that I was singing too.
I miss the Musicman.
The beat, the music, the man.
My greatest loss is he'll never know
His was the greatest that touched my soul. | |
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| Untitled writes.
Posted: 11/24/2006 11:41:05 PM | Beauty is forgotten during the months when the bullets ricochet
But for me beauty has gotten me through many such a day
I have to stay alive, I’ve got too much to lose
I’ve got a lot to gain if I can make it through the rain and avoid the booze
Soldiers, men, children, fathers are crying
They’re all around me, either dead or dying
Some of us will never again see our ladies in red
But they'll don their best blacks when we're shipped back, paid off and dead
I don't want to be there when this war has won
I just want to go home and raise a son
And a daughter
I wanted her to be the future
Like I wish that I had the chance to have taught her
But I have no time to give her
Sitting on the front line minding the weather
Making sure each rain drop doesn’t drown my awareness
In love and war there is no fairness
I cannot even begin to list the things that I miss
The touch that I can feel
Even when her presence is not real
To my space and time
I am the epitome of existence
I just want to go back home
Go back in space and time
Back to the first dance of touch
From which birthed a rhyme, a love, a poem.
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We remember our lovers
Wives, girlfriends
Our fathers, our mothers, our sisters, our brothers
Truth is
We forget that everyone is family
But we can't see
When craters lay between us
No man's land
We have hands to hold that lay in bed thousands of miles away
While we run, jump and die
While we drive, dive and fly
While we
While we miss them
We miss ourselves
And who we truly are
We were men
But now we're soldiers.
Soft, I really liked these lines:
"bird of fire
bird of self's desire
soaring on hope
not looking behind itself
back into the smoke"
The whole poem was a great read, and somewhat relative to what I need to be hearing and thinking lately. As always, thanks for the comment, you have a way with commenting works, haha. | |
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| off balance; hurting inside
Posted: 11/25/2006 9:04:36 AM | a child's illusion
beauty is fogotten and
we remember our lovers
all touched my heart
and all so strongly too
sharp intake of breath
here
thank you flash
for that
bubbly thank you
i too have felt the way you describe
how befitting sometimes we so miss
being heard and going unoticed
he was the music that fed my soul
seems now a curse
i am off kilter off balance
the musicman he has gone
to make music for another
never even having taking notice
that i was listening so
very closely too
i am saddened
feel violated
am shaking
my aim is to
hurt no one ever
as i all too well
know that feeling
wringing my hands here
so troubled by another's words
and all for what
i know not
but still my eyes
and my heart bleed | |
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| off balance; hurting inside
Posted: 11/25/2006 10:42:36 AM | The beauty of a good soul
Lies in the ability to understand
To comprehend the whole.
To recognize and appreciate
To state,
That their light
Is good enough
To shine all through
Wherever.
Never give darkness the ability
Even the possibility
To diminish.
Let it finish
Itself here. | |
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| smote the smoke let it settle die out
Posted: 11/25/2006 10:43:21 AM | now all snug and cozy
i sit tapping
drinking green
sweet hot tea
and reading too
lines laid out
for all to read
and too angel mod
helping making
things right in my world
extracting bitter lines
forever from other's
threads which hurt
but now are gone
i just don't know why
i do know things all too often
can be sadly misconstrued
i felt stabbed so saddened too
but i will not burn in flames
especially those which have
begun from no explanantion
they will remain invisible
but they cannot any longer burn
i bow to thee, remover you
they know who they are
and how special too
they are to me
for coming to aid
one deeply distraught
and mended all so quickly
with magic fingers
thank you
thank you
thank you
dear kind sir
and for another dear
consoling me via email
yes not only are you handsome
but soft like me too
living inside our minds
playing out our rhymes
with only just our truth
to light our way as candles
in darkness of other's souls
smooches to you
for being exactly you
thank you dear sweet one
kindred soul to me in truth
some people
methinks will use
any excuse
blah blah blah...
but i suspect
something worse
it smells rotten but
perhaps just simply
poisoned minds stink
demons inturned i suppose
so many times i've encountered
folks who see things others miss
thank you for your beautiful self
helping to erase the negativity unleashed
upon myself and those kindred herein
a woven lovely thread by so very many
beautiful strong yet soft souls
firmly planted in each other's hearts
close or far it matters not
the beauty of any phoenix never dies
but rises again with more brightly
fanning plummaged feathers
flying higher to escape
rising above any flames below
smote the smoke let it settle die out
as kindred fly and soar and play together
each in our very own unique way
hugs to you dear woamn strong
for your kindness extended from afar
we are a peaceful people
we remain clearly true
many thanks extended to
each and every one of you | |
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| whole again, thanks to many and gracious friends
Posted: 11/25/2006 10:45:05 AM | i moved last weekend
or rather was moved
by two lovely strong men
into my new condo
westside in the lakes
corner unit windows
facing south and west
for optimum sunlight
in to warm me
as many of you dear
here know
the circumstances
of why and how this
came to happen
and how happy
and now relieved i am
to be in my own space again
so saturday and sunday last
we did toil with
boxes boxes boxes
and far too much wood furniture
for any one person
books enough for
my own library it's true
they will reside
in bedroom #2
once they become unpacked
the handcarved mirror
made by a great uncle
in europa never met
but daily i admire
his craftsmanship
and am grateful
for family treasures
handed down to me
for stevo to hang
centered perfectly
above my fireplace
empty but still i'm cozy
new linens and
towels so fluffy
bits n pieces of
odds n ends
pottery
art work small
oil paintings too
one gifted to me
by a coworker dear
just for me and
my new place
people are amazing
i keep finding
this is true
china yes 5 sets
most still boxed
but some taken out
washed and used for
thanksgiving dinner
thursday last
with friends here
to warm my soul
as did the ways
everyone helped
in their own way
to make it quite
a lovely day
still smiling here
remembering my friends
i am blessed with many
each themselves unique
honest real and true | |
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| sighs
Posted: 11/25/2006 4:11:53 PM | lazy lazy day
spent | |
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| untitled
Posted: 11/25/2006 4:41:34 PM | why did I say that?
I don't even know
how it got started
Now it's ended?
I don't even know
why I ever bother
Now you want me?
you need me?
you love me?
How did that happen?
I don't even know
if you even know. | |
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| one for you dear
Posted: 11/25/2006 6:31:28 PM | turning around to gaze
wondering at all the ways
lines can be misconstrued
that hurt people in turn abuse
we are all simply of flesh
bones and muscle fibers too
sometimes we just don't all mesh
life's waves toss us as we're strewn
as tides rush in and fools rush out
remembering days spent in sun
living on the beach in southern spain
i happily recall those dancing nuns
from the convent next door
well ok just a mile or so away
they came out in sunshine to play
they climbed down the many stairs
leading from that high cliff above
taking off shoes and stockings
they pranced in a circle faces of love
what a sight to behold of day long ago
part of my heart lives there still i believe
as today i sit here in this desert so far
wondering if i'll ever return
to pick up those pieces and recover again
something i left with no backward glance
but one which my mind cannot seem to resist
thank you mr u; please feel free here to post whatever is in you at the time | |
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