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Posted: 5/27/2007 12:26:31 AM | You are no longer a memory in my mind
You have resurfaced to rekindle the ember
You need to stay to see what you will find
You will want to feel the emotions you remember
Life is a circle that spins round and round
Waiting for each to see what they have found
To stumble along without fretting or fear
We often find we must shed a tear
For life is we know it will change every day
When laughter and joy are invoked when we play
To the laughter and merriement in each child’s eye
Make us glad for the sun as we look to the sky | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 4:12:05 AM | my irreplaceable you
the you that I saw
one held in my heart
cherished in memory
your you may be gone
their you may be gone
but my you will never go
memory sustains
new ideas connect with old
so still you inspire me
blue eyes still vivid
white hair still wild
scarlet and jade scarves
warm hands and smile
irreplaceable and eternal
your heart as I saw it
my irreplaceable you
memory and more | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:11:39 AM | forgetting about everything else
thinking about someone else
someone not in the room
someone I'll be seeing soon
we're all meant to be working
all of us mentally shirking
our minds go flying free
to what we'll have for tea
and what the evening will bring
to any other thing
the one we find more interesting
and everything else forgetting
all we were supposed to do
adrift in the lands our minds wandered to | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 11:14:34 AM | Adrift in the lands our minds wandered to
in concord and cool air
fingers eager to work
travel in shadows.
Tongues are tentacles
flowing arched passion,
mother nipples to attention.
Below… a hedgerow,
ripe bloom, hardly visible,
tender crack tease to moist eyes.
Hands on knees widen legs;
snakes between thighs.
A chasm tingles desire.
Agape she waits the thrust
of stiff young digits, a gushing fall
and the sweet song of release.
Where stockings are ladders
hang those from a foot –
wilted until full. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 11:20:58 AM | adrift in the lands our minds wandered to
As the day bustles by
No need to run about
Or tirelessly end a day all wore out
Grab a book and read a line
Forget the place in which you lost
To a better dream the moment heightened
Close to you i drift and even snore a bit
Catching myself chuckling wishing to be tickled
Such moments we need to be nothing
just to catch our breath
Tomorrows toil a world away
And even one more day
No need to brace for the day
For we can just be for ourselves
No plans to make places to be
No having to please the powers that be
No responsibility to bare
Not for today
The world can wait a couple more days | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 11:35:16 AM | the world can wait a couple more days
feeling that it can wait forever
our absence surely unnoticed
nothing's missing from our small world
rain driving against the windows
grey mist hanging over the trees
thoughts explored at leisure
wandersome and wondering
all the discipline of a drowsy hum
to a fragment of a favourite song
and this time is ours
another precious moment
my nose in a book and you drift asleep
leaning against each other
able to just be
and more than that
to be together
sharing this perfect peace | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 3:06:52 PM | [its ok Jer ... they all jumped track way back ... at Skypoet's post]
wilted until full from that fresh spring rain
the leave stand up to salute again
facing the sun like every one of the brothers
smiles would arise from even bad mothers
the little tent worm keeps crawling up branches
looking for more of these standing leaves
to nibble and munch and wolf down at times
so metamorphosis can happen under the vine
Me I go out and squash all the tents
giving my plants a better chance
hoping to slow that gypsy moth swam
as summer comes on with weather so warm
Now the skits are flying around
sucking up blood with nerver wrecking sound
like little dentists working all night
keeping your awake even without a light | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 4:56:18 PM | (Re - more 'looks' than 'posts' .
i always look/read the thread first. if inspired, I go away to write, then come back to post. so 1 post = 2 0r 3 looks. do others do it this way?)
the past holds no regret
for the president
he thinks
with his hands on the trigger
the future goal?
put up a tent in the dark
on the Whitehouse lawn
for draft dodgers
gone bush
awake without a light
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:14:12 PM | {Come on Thorb, cut me some slack. How could I resist.."And the men drive houses" }
Flowing toward the ever changing horizon
Jonnycakes rode them horses, always looking out for bison
Just had a hankerin’ for a good roast joint
And his lady back home really got the point
Across that she liked it a lot
When he shared what he got
With everyone.
He was a good son too
And always knew
When he was needed to show up
And he filled her loving cup
Just fine
When fed on bison.
Or any horned ones for that matter
Give that thought a scatter and I could loose my seat
He told himself firm.
And got ready for the turn
For the worst.
Here if skies burst,
you could be swept 3 canyons away
and this day
could be your last.
You gotta be fast
To get through them
This time of year.
But business in Reddeer
Had kept him north longer than he thought
And he got caught
In an early rain season.
That’s the reason
He was running four ponys together
Flips back mid ride and pray that the weather
Holds out.
He knew ahead of him the way was clear
And he allowed no fear
To betray him
Waylay him
With time wasting uncertainty
He just held a vision of that shanty
With his woman waiting true
And all his kids there too
And he rode
Like the wind. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 8:23:53 PM | [Oh Ravin you can have all the slacks you like
and a nice blouse to go with them :) ]
Like the wind or hate it
depends upon the day
the place and face of what must be done
then how often it gets in the way
Like the wind from north east
riding that beast sent chills deep through my spine
I tried to unwind my trepidation
calm resolve was so very hard to find
Like the wind on the water filling my sails
a nervous smile and a bucket to bale
this boy felt adrenaline flushing his veins
racing the devil to beat the rain | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 9:03:04 PM | {K, I like tye dye blouses in Egyptian cotton, or bamboo if you can get it.}
racing the devil to beat the rain
drumming the drumlins to hear the refrain
left over from the ice age
uncovered bones
scattered stories of the grandfather stones
left rolling into fences of men
reclaimed by the women,
the children
and the dusty old men
too bent to be in the fields
picking stones from the yeilds
Of two thousand years before
and whats more
they remember well.
And have tales to tell
To those of us who listen with both ears open
Here’s to hoping. | |
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