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Posted: 6/15/2008 6:27:15 PM | Thank you so much silver, I absolutely love your write, wonderful.
Beautiful Brizo I have always loved your poetry.
Thanx so much myyyy for the poem you dropped by.
Just wanted to let everyone know that I am a live in caregiver so I do not have access to this site Mon-Fri, and sometimes I work with Hospice patients and it is very draining. But I am always more than happy to read all the wonderful writes in here when I come back. Thank you all, you all rock. | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1427 | |
| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/15/2008 9:44:04 PM | Blitz ...I know how hard of a dedication that is , what you do! I say...sistah...I always knew you were that kind of lady! lol and you know I never knew that you did that!!!
Bless ya sistah for the Wonderful Job you do...although I know it is of the heart and not really a job. Very demanding and draining and well...just know mmmmmy knows!
I hugggggggg ya for it and I know exactly. Have done it myself. A beautiful soul ...you are! hugssssssssssssssszzz
Giving of yourself daily ; more than others know
Comprimising your own needs often
Eventually your heart and soul ...bleeds.
Hard to give...give ...give every minute of every day!
Then come home to your own place
and give again....
I know my friend!
Sometimes you seek solace in simple
Aloneness.
Yet satisfaction is derived like
something ...unexplained to others
No matter how many complain and demand
You come home tired and know ...
You delivered something verrrrry verrrrrry Good!
It is a good verrrrrrrry good feeling , yet it takes something away from you....
that part I have not discovered yet!
If you figure it out sistah...send it to me!!!
hugs Blitz...xoxo j.
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/15/2008 10:12:10 PM |    
This ones for Blitz.....let yur soul shine sistah!
~Gov't Mule ~
~ Soulshine ~
When you can’t find the light
That guides you through a cloudy day
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright
And you fill like you’ve lost you’re way
When the candle lights of home
Burn so very far away
Well you got to let your soul shine
Just like my daddy used to say
He used to say soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshine
Damn sure better than rain
Well now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine till the break of day
I grew up thinkin’ that I had it made
Gonna make it on my own
But life can take the strongest man
And make him feel so alone
Now sometimes I feel a cold wind
Blowin’ through my achin’ bones
I think back to what my daddy said
He said “Boy, in the darkness before the dawn”
Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Yeah now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine till the break of day
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul
A woman too, God knows, you feel like this (yes you can)
And when your world seems cold
You got to let your spirit take control
Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Lord now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Yeah, shine on and on and on
Oh, it’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Yeah now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Yeah, shine on and on and on
Shine till the break of day
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/15/2008 10:21:54 PM | One more for my friend...Blitz! sweet you are my friend!
~Van Morrison ~
~ Days Like This ~
When it's not always raining there'll be days like this
When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this
When you don't need to worry there'll be days like this
When no one's in a hurry there'll be days like this
When you don't get betrayed by that old Judas kiss
Oh my mama told me there'll be days like this
When you don't need an answer there'll be days like this
When you don't meet a chancer there'll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit
Then I must remember there'll be days like this
When everyone is up front and they're not playing tricks
When you don't have no freeloaders out to get their kicks
When it's nobody's business the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember there'll be days like this
When no one steps on my dreams there'll be days like this
When people understand what I mean there'll be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this
Oh my mama told me
There'll be days like this
Oh my mama told me
There'll be days like this
Oh my mama told me
There'll be days like this
Oh my mama told me
There'll be days like this
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/16/2008 5:19:10 PM | I wasn't quite sure where to put this, but figured here was suitable.
every now and then someone says
"She's wise beyond her years."
and I have to smile and shake my head
age is no more a measure of wisdom
than education is a mark of intellect
there are brilliant men who can't write
and ancients full of naivete
wisdom is simply giving pain it's due
and listening to the lessons it teaches
at any age the heart and ears may be trained
thus may a child be a sage | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/20/2008 10:55:00 PM | Gratification for the soul
A hospice in palliative care
Is a huge responsibility
A godsend, messenger
In recognition of your own mortality
For once they are gone it is you
Standing in the room
Alone with your thoughts
As you memorize the face
Once animated with feeling
So still they lie cocooned in peace
The quiet presence of a ghost like angel
Watching over the mourners
A devotion of counting down the beads
Sweet woman with the patience of Job
It shines in your eyes
That moment of truth
Your heart bleeds over and over again
As you close the eyes of life. | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/20/2008 11:23:56 PM | | Oh my God Autumn your write gave me goosebumps made me tear up. You speak as though youve been there. Its not always easy, but like Dylan said, ya gotta serve somebody, its the most fulfilling thing Ive ever done. Thank you for your sight, you give the rest of us a new perspective. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 12:47:45 AM | You are so right my angel *S* (real names not allowed in POF)
But you have my permission to call me anything
Preferrably something I've not been called before
Been too long since I visited...so here is my rant/ramble
And I beg don't allow me to make a mistake here
For that is NEVER my intent
Please my darling son, I need you to sweep the porch
…yes mother dear
I scream; all I asked is that you…
…yes mother but you never said
I wail, all you needed was a broom
…mama, you have several and I did not know which one
Grandmother uses the…
the warlock; and you say he’s my dad uses the…
mama you never showed me
so I refrained from making a mistake!
no wonder my son calls me a witch
I’ve got a many more choice words describing me
may the above words make you smile
She’s finally caught up with the times
I can’t afford the gas anymore
I’ll use a screwdriver instead
History is using the hammer
careful of your attempts my dear
I need to show you the ways first
…here’s the chisel
and **** every doctor who says
You are autistic
I just forgot you apply logistics
When I express extreme emotional diagnosis  | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/21/2008 9:28:00 AM | Anyone who has the patience and love inside for people and can care for
them in their dying moments is a saint
I have only done it twice and both times
it was too close to home
my father and my daughter
I couldn't be there at the end for my dad
I left that up to an angel - caregiver
but my daughter I was there to close her eyes
even after she was gone
I changed her diaper and cleaned her up
gave her the bankie and carebear she loved
and then two drunk men who were woken up
in the middle of the night
came with a stretcher to pick her up
I should have kept her longer
to talk to her - I was young is my only excuse
it's not how it use to be done
things were not rushed
but we live and learn and Blitz if that is what you are doing
I have so much respect and there isn't anyone I would sooner have
myself when the end does come. | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/22/2008 10:09:39 AM | the significance of insignificance
inside our burning fountains of time
we take our turn upon the stage
the fool, the lover, parent, sage
doctor, lawyer, indian chief
the universe is witness
to our joy and grief
obsessed with self obsession
suffering in our misdirection
our flame
it flutters, flares and glows
flickers, gutters out
witnessed
by the cold light of stars
our prophets
and our wars
the captive audience
fixed within our consciousness
silent sentinels in inconstant space
keeping pace
as we unfold the knowledge
embedded in the human race
to discern our destined place
LS 6/22/08
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Posted: 6/26/2008 12:12:35 PM | nice one brizo...
this is for Blitz....I love this poem! hugs my friend!
W.B. Yeats - Never Give All The Heart
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
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Posted: 6/26/2008 12:20:37 PM | HUMAN HEART AND DIVINE HEART
A sacred heart
Is God's inspiration.
A secret heart
Is man's imagination.
A crying heart
Is man s illumination.
A self-giving heart
Is God s realisation.
A surrendered human heart
Reaches God's transcendental Heights
A perfect and manifested heart
Is the pride of God's Reality-dream.
A surrendered divine heart
Is the smile of the Absolute Supreme.
~Sri Chinmoy | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 12:29:19 PM | W.B. Yeats - When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:28:47 PM | Very nice always I know the world of an autistic child well. You could never make a mistake here, not with writes like this.
Autumn I have the ultimate respect for you, I have never lost a child and couldnt begin to imagine. I cared for my father right before his death but that seems to be more of the natural order of things than a child. I am in awe of you.
Gorgeous brizo wow i am just so amazed by the talent in here, this is so wonderful
Beautiful writes you brought here Celestial, thank you so much | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/27/2008 11:31:43 PM | A beaut by my friend Martin
Infernal Rememberance.
She looks as natural as a field of corn
With her yellow tide of sunlocked hair
Pollen bubbles, flocks and streams from her
Reed-like waftings
In the way that the blade bows
Into its leaves when scythed.
She looks completely hidden
Like the admission of a taste
Like a form unfolding from a single cell
From a thought form a word come a worm for the bait.
There’s a séance in the coffee house
A cripple full of sugar
The waiter is the ghost of Faust
Behind the stain of last years lover
For the man with pointy shoes and shades who’s
Polishing the voluptuous curves of his iced mint glass
There’s a monogamy of pain
Which one can’t adulterate
With forgiveness forever
Getting the move on seduction
Timed to eclipse the infernal remembrance
Arise Sir C*unt then and hold me to ransom
I’m yours ‘til its done ‘til the longing has gone
‘Til you give me girl, the gun, the handsome Godardless infinite movie
Flickering gold in a splash of forfension
Lonely as Time
Left alone on a Tuesday
Like the law in suspension
When mercy means crime as rape is bepardoned.
The way you look in that blues dress
Hugging itself to your rim shot and halo
Makes me want to be sick and die like blue whales in the deep
Let’s not forget to a child, Queen or commoner
No-one is innocent
When glazing upon her
She is the weak wave of want from the ocean
Washing right through me in breaks of emotion.
She looks like cathexis
Her sighs are empirical
Eyes have her for breakfast
Here lieth desire
Let’s pray for a miracle
The earth is her fire.
By: Martin Cooke | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:42:28 PM | imagine
some one inspired that
some one had such power
or beauty
or just strength
to inspire that
like an enormous sun
in a blazing dawn
light arising everywhere
like an unquenchable thirst
of overwhelming desire
some one inspired that
walks among us
a warm sun
the eyes of men
drink from | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:47:37 AM |  Hiya Blitz..........stumbled upon this mans poetry and music ...by kind of a fluke,
yet it is surely invigorating to my mind! Havn't read or listened to one I did not like!
~ Leonard Cohen~
~ The Essential Leonard Cohen ~
~ Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye~
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 1:16:15 PM | Tigerlillies bloomin'
The ones you planted years ago
Multiply like flies
Bringin' me smiles
They are everywhere
"have I been here that long?"
So long it is ...you have been gone
Butterfly bush that grows randomly now
I remember when you planted the first one...
you showed it to me; with a smile
You said "This will draw the butterflies for miles!"
It did...and they do...show their wings just for me!
Not as many now ; as then when you planted it
Yet the ones that do appear ; make you more real to me ...again!
Wishing you were here just once more...to enjoy
All the wonderful things that you left me Ma!
Although I am sure you see them from afar where you are
I miss sharing these things of Beauty with you...my shining Star! | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 3:41:40 PM | The Pact
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the
Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her one ounce of
cottage cheese, praying for the strength not to
kill herself. We kneeled over the
rubber bodies, gave them baths
carefully, scrubbed their little
orange hands, wrapped them up tight,
said goodnight, never spoke of the
woman like a gaping wound
weeping on the stairs, the man like a stuck
buffalo, baffled, stunned, dragging
arrows in his side. As if we had made a
pact of silence and safety, we kneeled and
dressed those tiny torsos with their elegant
belly-buttons and minuscule holes
high on the buttock to pee through and all that
darkness in their open mouths, so that I
have not been able to forgive you for giving your
daughter away, letting her go at
eight as if you took Molly Ann or
Tiny Tears and held her head
under the water in the bathinette
until no bubbles rose, or threw her
dark rosy body on the fire that
burned in that house where you and I
barely survived, sister, where we
swore to be protectors.
by Sharon Olds | |
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