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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 4/29/2009 11:12:34 PM | Wonderful Ads thank you so much
Submerged desire
manifests in male form.
She dreams of saints
He is mapped with skulls and
angels across his back.
Hope spins in wounded whispers
whirlwinds carry broken sparrows
Once truth navigated through eyes
now eclipsed in sorrow
Our nature buries the heart
choosing strangle root
Tendrils of light dismantle
crying Picasso pieces to earth
Our losing
becomes the art | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/5/2009 5:45:42 AM | We share our lives,
as much as we dare,
We both cant let go
of the thing we share,
For me, The gifts,
the pieces you show,
shine so bright,
do you see, how they reach me?
As my heart heals,
and my passion returns,
my path reveals
a future,that I cannot see
Living my life with laughter,
has made me happy,
hearing your voice,
stops everything, just for a moment
You share a piece with me. | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/6/2009 4:38:17 AM | Fathers and Daughters
Islands and Oceans
Hard and ever moving
Boundaries and rolling waves
Oceans shape and smooth the hardest stone.
The more time she spends with him,
the more she shapes his face with
peace and grace.
Oceans need the Island to crash against
They need the ground
the place to reveal the sound of there waves
and reveal on his shore
the treasures she carries | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/7/2009 8:42:59 PM | *Daughters Glow**
She walks head held high because
She treats every thought in creation
She is mentor of love and truth
She kept the sanity I tried so hard to let go
She is MY Daughter,she is MY GLOW
She walks in silence til her voice is heard
She has opions all that of her own
She blames me for this to that I just smile
She is afterall My Child,My future,MY depth of being
She is beyond words that so undeniable
She is beautiful!She is gentle,She is pure Magic
She is My TREASURE that one golden
My Daughter,My Child | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/8/2009 8:46:44 PM | For Rich
Marc the day you were born
Joy sorrow, so torn
Love you, leave you
How could it be,
The days we spent were only three.
waited I have
held my breath,
almost 18 years, to take this chance,
Grab your hands
don't let go,
look into those blue eyes
and tell you so
My son you are
and always will be
say I love you
Set us both free
Love your First Mom | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/10/2009 7:55:12 PM | I don't want
to live this life
in my arms alone.
Someones right
to hold me
tight
I am ready to share
my life, my soul
with the person who can be himself.
I am ready to give
all that I have,
to take the chance
I don't want to play
I don't want to dance
I want the life song
I want a best friend
someone who cares
who sees past my eyes
and into my heart
I want to give and never stop
to grab a handful of hair
kiss lips when ever I dare
I want a partner with me
on the soccer field
lawn chair, hammock
Someone to hold at night
to listen to my fears
joys, and dreams
To help me love my kids
share in all that we do
play, eat, and homework too.
I am strong
I have to be
I want a shoulder
strong arms
to carry me.
I want the life that I almost had
And was to scared
wasn't ready, ran
I wonder now
if we tried again
would we work
could it be right?
I don't know...
maybe he will call
tonight. | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/12/2009 6:40:59 AM | I wish I had a favorite quote to share....
In stead I have a heart full of despair
So moving forward should feel right
Instead I hurt and don't sleep at night
I wish I never kissed you
You became so much of my day
Your giggle your smile the music you liked to play,
How to go a day, with out your voice,
I will have to, I have no choice,
I miss you and the way you say....
Hey, whats happening...
I walked with you for a while
I think we held each other up
shared and eased our burdens
I wish you love, more than your share.
Live without regret, let God wash you hurt away.
Your the Best...what do you do.
A | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 5/22/2009 6:31:38 AM | So my heart is still beating
My lungs sill fill with air,
my thoughts are all over the place,
no time in the day to care,
Surprised I am
that you popped back into my life,
full of confidence now,
life has shown you much,
Your different now,
you`ve grown, strengthened,deepened
with ease you live your life,
your faith is strong ,
it carries you through
makes me look at you,
straight into those eyes
is what I see true | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 6/30/2009 2:17:45 PM | Venture out
+++++++++++++++++++
Can you find it within yourself to appreciate and even enjoy
what you do not like? By so doing, you will experience a
sense of acceptance, peace and power.
Can you learn to be understanding and patient when you have
been angered, frustrated, or inconvenienced? Do so, and
you'll discover a highly effective way to move forward no
matter what.
Are you able to respect and explore an opinion or
perspective with which you disagree? That can add real
strength and conviction to your own perspective.
Life's richness does not come from just staying with what is
familiar, comfortable and pleasurable. It is when you
venture out, away from the familiar, that you grow stronger
and more capable.
Hold tightly to your core values while at the same time
opening your mind and your heart to new thoughts, feelings
and experiences. Your own perspective will grow stronger
when you look at it from other perspectives.
Find ways to provide a healthy challenge for your
understanding of life. And you'll learn to understand, to
discover and to experience so very much more.
Ralph Marston | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 7/1/2009 9:24:42 PM | that cut will leave a scar
so many times
you've caught my glance
there seemed to be a way
and I began to mine my heart
to search for words to say
abandon them midway
natural and proper
small shovel fulls of healing
to mend the gap between us
from becoming a ravine
the sands of time keep falling
much to my dismay
oh, how much do they weigh?
these stones of words I carry
words are my forte
score a point touche
what do we have to lose
but tenderness and decency
and everything we are
that we turn on to betray
LS 07/01/09
Daily poet | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 7/1/2009 10:11:51 PM |
Life's richness does not come from just staying with what is
familiar, comfortable and pleasurable. It is when you
venture out, away from the familiar, that you grow stronger
and more capable.
I just had this conversation 2 days ago...
my sense of adventure
desire to 'know'
experience
taking deep breaths
stepping outside my comfort zone
swallowing the fear that permeates me
it has always rewarded me
so worth fighting back the fears
enriched my life in ways even I can't always comprehend...
so much left to explore
inside and out
great poem blitz..good to see you back posting..strange how those synchronicities always happen *smile..time is accelerating... | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 7/8/2009 7:38:25 PM | I used to wake up early... back when I could sleep. But I tell you my dreams are so vivid, it's hard for me to keep
a steady mind
half the time
but I manage
the treacherous climb
And spin out
Only when needed
The rest of the time
My garden is seeded
With outrageous ideas
Silly examples
Of life without a leash
That only a handful
Of souls
ever get
To truly experience
But you are one of them
And to that
I say damn
It's hard to think
Of a special enough word
That rhymes with experience
Has one ever been heard??
For in fact
No other noun nor adjective
Can explain
the experience of common lives
hard spent
On tragedy
shame
guilt and remorse
Or perhaps triumphs
Things I know a little of
So as you can see
Doesn't matter how high I be
I can keep spitting them out
Oh, no, there is no doubt
That if you listen to me rattle
You must be a bit off the saddle
And so I bid goodnight
Hope you've had a lovely time
reading the madness within my mind
See you again when the beer's flowing right... | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 7/9/2009 1:32:29 PM | While walking through the woods one day
I ran across a big grizzly bear
His eyes electric blue
His hair quite fair
He beckoned me into his den
As I took a step inside
My fear I could not hide
I fell into his embrace
And my heart began to race
Knowing all along
This was so wrong
Right then and there
I left him with a special song
Asking him to remember the good
To forget the rest, telling him
this would be best
However, he failed that test | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 8/4/2009 1:32:50 PM | Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen
~ Lisa Zaran~
Death is not the final word.
Without ears, my father still listens,
still shrugs his shoulders
whenever I ask a question he doesn't want to answer.
I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,
my hip leaning against the frame and ask him
what does he think about the war in Iraq
and how does he feel about his oldest daughter
getting married to a man she met on the Internet.
Without eyes, my father still looks around.
He sees what I am trying to do, sees that I
have grown less passive with his passing,
understands my need for answers only he can provide.
I imagine him drawing a breath, sensing
his lungs once again filling with air, his thoughts ballooning.
Hey Blitz! I loved this one....so true! | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 8/4/2009 1:42:32 PM | ~Subtraction Flower ~
~ Lisa Zaran~
You could die for it--
love,
or refuse it altogether
and know nothing
except the urgency
of youth. Men
have been
solitary
for ages
carrying the
stoniest of hearts
in their broad chests
while we women
begin too early
brush the brown leaves
from our shoulders, go
from bloom to fade
as soon as
we see the sunrise
We let our eyes go first
Then there is the limp lolling
of our hearts from side to side
the tongue we cut away
the blind kiss on the backlash of night
the giving giving giving of skin
As women
we blindly wish
past the climax of passion
as we vanish into a world of men
whose ribcages we were scraped from
Perhaps we are born of seeds
our essence crawling up the stem
to feed the bees.
Perhaps
every flower you see
is a woman
and when
she's in bloom
and when she is blooming
red
and when her leaves are wingbeats
of green in the autumn wind
beating wings of green, yes
even as the wind tries to humiliate her
it fails because
she's in love
and only she would die for it
Loved this one too....it is very descriptive! :) Loved all of the above posts! | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 9/7/2009 9:21:11 PM | Story Telling seemed to be the place for this
Through Mother's Eyes
I feel so uneasy, when I should be dancing
Around the house singing in my space
Suddenly ensconced in freedom and withdrawal
Wishing I had a cigarette to mull it over but I don't smoke any more
Being torn in a thousand different directions yesterday
Today silence
The cat understands
She has been hiding under my bed
There is nothing which compares to having twins daughters
Their laughter and silliness
How young they make you feel
A room full of kids practicing their dinosaur squeaks
Tyrannosaurus rex calls
When the front door opens followed by the thumps and bumps on the stairs
Waking me up in the middle of the night
Are mother’s different today and is this suppose to be easy
Are we supposed to love this empty nest?
I feign indifference but inside my stomach is knotted.
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 9/8/2009 11:19:16 AM | darlin , any Mother with one ounce of love and honesty, would say "nope, you aint supposed to Love it!" :)xo
~the kindest words
I ever knew
~the words you spoke
so many true!
~Words of love
from one small frame
~I never knew
we were the same
~Years go by
where did they go?
~How my heart,
was I to know?
~Once a flower
now a star...
~I cherish you
from oh...so far!
 hugs Blitz~ where ya be? that ones for my mama, todays her birthday:) xo | |
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