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Posted: 4/3/2005 11:45:06 AM |  I see the flow is back, well said! can't wait for more!
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Posted: 4/3/2005 10:30:24 PM | Clocked
The search will continue
until the life is clocked
To find the keys
to the doors locked
So many doors
towards the goal
So few keys
to pay the toll
Aggravation cannot be let loose
to rein
Slow procedure
is necessary to think sane
If the keymaker
is not found
Then resources
should be hound
So that one can make
own keys to the doors locked
The search must continue
Cause the short life is clocked | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 1:51:02 PM | Blood notes
Taken to writing
Seeds of the wind,
She scatters
Loves ashes.
Tendrils
Reach in the night,
Not for the
Shallow, the craven.
Dare I speak?
Words,
My shield,
My amour.
Burns
Over the salt
Of sadness.
The blood of A
Carnal ghost
Crawls in my veins.
Impassioned
Am I.
To feel these passing of late. | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 6:38:42 PM | Clocks and Keys
Clocks tick
doors open and close
time moves forward
Clocks stop
doors jam
time ticks away
Keys wind clocks
turning to keep in time
so continues time
Keys unlock doors
key masters make keys
only you can unlock the door
keeping it in time. | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 7:42:10 PM | Love it!
Some time ago, I lost my keys. But now, I have a new door to a new life! So now I am, my own key master!
sam | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 8:41:25 PM | I wrote this one about a year ago... I hope you all enjoy it...
FINDING A ROSE
Darkness was all around me
At times the clouds, would break
I began to think, and believe again, I could see
But no, I was back, in life’s cold dark lake
Then there was that one night, in January
The sun, started shining, but it was Mid-night
All this seemed confusing, but I was sober
What was happening to make this, not right
Although, the room was full
I could see not anyone, but her
Something awoke in me, and I felt like a bull
I was in life’s garden, for now I was sure
She was looking like a, beautiful bloomed Rose
Standing tall, among weeds, thorns and grass
This rose, shinning bright, could I have dosed
She’s such, a beautiful rose, please Lord, don’t, let her pass
I tried, to move, knees weak, but could I speak
I waited and watched, and then, I sent this rose a drink
After 8 years, was I ready, to go out and seek
Has God, sent me a rose, if only I could think
Darkness, not now, only a bright light
I no longer feel alone
God has truly, sent to me, a heavenly sight
I feel, like a young boy, having an ice cream cone
I have been content, living by myself, all these years
No one to answer to, or even deeper feelings to share,
Like an engine running, only to find out, it’s in the wrong gear
Oh where am I going, or where will this rose led me
I pray, to thee oh Lord, have you sent her, to be, my ROSE…
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Posted: 4/4/2005 11:07:17 PM | Time
the time moves
Slow and fast
makes the future
Into forgotten past
stops for no door
No door can stop
hops through any barrier
Barriers through hop
carries no keys
Keys it not carries
varies to thyself
To thyself it varies
to catch it is intricate
Intricate to catch
to attach to it is not viable
Not viable to attach
thus the only option left
Is to be with it, before it passed
to make the future present
Before it becomes a forgotten past | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 8:03:12 AM | hmm elvis you may on to something.. love it..
hey newly.. how you doing hope you are well my love..
all the best
love ya
bubbles | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 10:27:33 AM | Life=Time
Time is perfunctory
It is the how we,
Equate time
That is the key.
Time does not live in us
We dwell in time.
Moments but few,
Slow the clock.
Seconds creep by,
We rush past.
Waiting
Fragmented minds.
Lost in the space
Of life.
We:
Just
Particles
Of time ? | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 10:28:02 AM | Life=Time
Time is perfunctory
It is the how we,
Equate time
That is the key.
Time does not live in us
We dwell in time.
Moments but few,
Slow the clock.
Seconds creep by,
We rush past.
Waiting
Fragmented minds.
Lost in the space
Of life.
We:
Just
Particles
Of time ? | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 8:17:23 PM | Bubbles~ Hey love...doing well, busy week again. Trying to take the time to stop and smell the beautiful smells of spring. Hope your doing well....love always 
Puddles of Blood
Puddles of blood
drip from the pained heart
aching for repair
Blood soaked hands
stain every crevice
trying to wash away the hurt
Tired aching heart
slowly beats
awaiting life's breath
Painless heart
effortlessly moves
never truly feeling life's misery
Contemplation of blood and pain
aching, tire and painless heart
all felt emotions. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 9:09:36 PM | Tracking Time
Tracking time
working like busy bees
listening for the bell to chime
Time escapes
in the mist of enjoyment
occurring taking their own shape
Transcending time
exquisite power rise
universe exceeds sublime
Time indefinite
specific revelation concedes
impressed memory definite. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 9:15:43 PM | nice to see it flowing! great writes.
hope your doing well tonight. i'm out having fun, both twins are playing at the same time tonight! lol
 sam  | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 9:27:30 PM | Time~
Tracking time is
almost always a miss
for anyone to lease
Escaping time demonstrates
that it contemplates
about peoples fates
Transcending time takes
emotions it makes
through fakes
Time indefinite occurs
when a curse
makes fate in disperse | |
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Posted: 4/6/2005 3:37:59 PM | ~ Movement of Time ~
A single Wave,
Ripples in space,
Time is erased
Empty air,
Heavy with grief
Time the thief.
Chains of the past,
Pain has ceased,
Time released.
Souls once Still,
Wheels in motion,
Time of devotion | |
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Posted: 4/6/2005 4:50:08 PM | touch me there, again,
wrap me up in sin,
send me to heaven
break me then fix it
rub it then lick it
prepare for me to stick it
assume the position
stop look and listen
girl come gimme some,
sugar on my toungue
taste sweetly down my treasure trail
going for broke, this aint no tale
put your hands on the wall,
i wont let you fall,
you got me going through withdrawls
rising and falling my name you are calling,
were kissing and smacking, your ass cheeks start clapping.
thats right girl just like that, im hitting home runs at my first up to bat,
just gimme dat cat.
ill pet it, yes maam, ill love her and feed her, im no one night stand.
introduce you to peter, but this aint the pearly gates
the only pearsl youll be wearing are all over your face.
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Posted: 4/6/2005 8:37:57 PM | Sex
Sex can be a wonderful thing
it can be glorious and make you sing
shivering skin by your lover's touch
depending on that feeling, it can be a crutch
addicted to sex, lust and sin
when you get it, you begin to spin
out of control into a bliss
from the that one passionate kiss
bantering of flesh and skin
slapping the ass and clapping wears thin
empty passion replaced by pity
wondering alone in the big city
make love, to the one your with
self respect and love will no longer be a myth. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2005 8:48:49 PM | AHHHHHHHH, WORDS OF WISDOM!
GREAT POEM! SAM | |
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Posted: 4/6/2005 9:14:44 PM | IF
If he were a candle, and she the flame
They’d burn as vibrantly as the sun
If she were a stream, and he the river
They would run together as one
If he were the moon, and she the haze
They would create romance tonight
If she were the sun, and he the heat
They would warm everything in sight
If he were the sky, and she the star
They could wish from wherever
If she were the rose, and he the rain
They would nurture each other forever
sam | |
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Posted: 4/7/2005 12:23:16 AM | Beautiful Sam
Whispered conversations deep into my night
Returned as day is breaking, with it's first light
Telling each other the secrets of our past
An embryonic journey an oddessy in part
Now I have your handprint, here on my heart.
Praying and hoping that this is right
Believing those conversations deep in the night
Wondering if this is true
Or is it just a longing
For a time and a person, a need for belonging.
You made me feel there is reason, for me to go on
Made me stand tall, helped me heal, made me strong
Helped me realise
And in doing your part
I have a hand print of you, here on my heart.
Who knows the great agenda of what will come to be
For after hearts have mended, it is just wait and see
And if our embryonic journey
Ends and we part
I will forever have a hand print, of you here on my heart
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Posted: 4/7/2005 6:20:59 AM | Indeed poems of passion.. well done ya'll i especially love the one above...
thanks for sharing ya'll rock..
hey Newly.. whats happenin.. love ya..
bubbles | |
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Posted: 4/7/2005 11:22:15 AM | Afternon to all.....
newly -love your heart
sam -you say it with ease ..
elvis-you keep the pace
pickles- you add flavour to everything
...the thread is alive and well......
Vibrations
Concentric circles,
Form in crystal goblets
Of Burgundy wine
Black cherries,
Fill her senses
Dancing like Rainbows
Opal lights,
Swirling twirling
Gently gliding to her belly
Subtle ripples,
The taste of Saxophones
Caress her skin. | |
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Posted: 4/7/2005 8:05:46 PM | Hiya Bubbles~I'm doing well...thanks love. Hope all is well on your side of earth. You've had some great writes on your thread hon..think you're on a roll. Love ya always. :hugs:
Pickles~that was a beautiful write..thank you for sharing with us. Always nice to be in wonderful company.
Breathless~I always look forward to what you'll write next so I can try and spin something off it. Keeps the pace going as you mentioned.
Elvis~Intriguing writes that keep me on my toes....I love that. Always makes one ponder deeper into ones self.
Sam~My newly found friend to whom I appreciate and respect. Love your writes they touch me. Take care my dear.
Thank you all for making this home.
Luscious Ripened Red
One bite of the luscious ripened red
draped by the hand as you've been fed
taste buds delight as it touches your tongue
reminders of the days when you were young
out in the garden helping your mom
somehow it was always calm
even during the warmth of summer's heat
feeling the earth surrounding your feet
the erotic sensation of being part of the growth
from flower to berry loving them both
fruit is the sweetness, that love entails
brought to the surface, with all the details
consistent with recollection of heart
there are some that tend to be tart
strawberries dipped in champagne
is something hard to refrain
give to your lover, chocolate dipped
or topped with some sweet cream, that was whipped
God's nature sugar created for us
they are my favorite I must confess. | |
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Posted: 4/7/2005 9:45:07 PM | I wrote this one for my " Internet " adopted sister in the Netherlands, who was there for me in my time of need after my divorce.
Pretty much how I felt the first days after it.
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Thoughts on the meaning of friendship
Connected by a slender golden thread,
Stretched taut 'cross endless rolling azure sea,
And harsh rock strewn shores.
Life shared : pain and joy.
In this world of chaos,
Where billions never meet,
Two loners, perfect in our introversion,
Find themselves face to face,
And also find a friend, a kindered soul, a common voice,
Through words on screen, and thoughts electric...
Thousands of miles divide us,
But in a flash, minds connect,
There are no such things as distance, or time,
Where friendship grows.
And now, in this day of destruction,
Where castle walls crumble, and tumble to the ground,
And smoke and fire stain the sky,
I can see a silhouette dancing on the horizon,
Calling to me with gentle word, and kind smile.
We will share better times,my friend.
These clouds will pass,this storm will stop,
Our day will come,
There will be time for laughter and smiles,
And sunshine too.
And when this time comes, I will turn to you and say:
"At my worst moment, trembling,
Consumed by my greatest fears ,
My anguished soul screaming, ripped in two,
Watching all my world dissolve around me,
I turned...
And you were there...
When my world turned dark, you brought light,
When my world turned cold, you lit a fire,
And you made my world a far better place, my friend "
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