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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 12:55:05 PM | without a pair of gloves
your hands get scratched
in the thorny garden
cultivating roses
without a pair of gloves
you'll get mud beneath your nails
as you transplant the seedlings
and gently arrange the soil
without a pair of gloves
there is no barrier
between the garden growing
and the love that tends it | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 4:40:20 PM | And the love that tends it
Tender, loving, and new
Pulled or removed
Would surely change you
A tendril of hope
In virtual dance
A pure circumstance
Or grace unharmed | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 8:36:09 PM | a pure circumstance, or grace unharmed, allayed
tomorrow’s red dawn, another to chance
look around woman and see what you’re doing
staking your future on some happenstance
it’s not by whim you arrived in this darkness
where you moulder beyond recognition
turn your face to the mirror, search for sharpness,
spirit, the spark that longs for fruition
coax it along. Sweet breath and deep prayer do well
take heed, the new message, know your oen part
gather such healing from life hard stumbling falls
and begin the path to grace in your heart | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 8:51:56 PM | Begin the path to grace in your heart
choose the course, set it out well
gather smooth stones, gather understanding
fashion them together, firm bases
for enduring access to your self,
lead your visitor through a garden
vitally coloured, well tuned,
under shadow playing with light, say,
'touch me with your naked hand,
touch me with your glove,
dance me to the end of love.' | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 11:06:45 PM | Dance me to end of lover’s lane, please
whisper in my ear, your voice like chocolate.
Be still my beating heart and trembling knees.
As one, the rhythm finds us and we pivot
Flaring red skirt, billowing night breezes
opens tender hearts to a new orbit
of sweeping, graceful turns, then your arms seize
me to you and you to me, two magnets,
Laugh and sing all night, hold tight, yes please | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/25/2007 11:29:26 PM | Laugh and sing all night, hold tight, yes please
Then we sat under the tree
By the gentle sea,
As the wind carry a warm breeze.
The sun’s ray produces color with much delight
The wave roars with all its might
This scene brings back good memory
Where you and I were in eternity.
Life without you is not pretty,
Even in the scene of great beauty
A day feels like a whole century! | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 12:13:53 AM | A day feels like a whole century
This word a decade
The earthquake of what was not said
Divorces, the whine of children eating
Empty hearts for dinner
That hollow crevice where they sink and die
Following their mother deeper in a moment
the grind of subterranean plates
Hidden deeper in a moment, a generation
Later a wail sifts to the surface
Those tears on my face who do they belong to
The meaning was lost
When they threw the babies into the fire pit
When they were shot two to a bullet
Noah’s ark destroying
The words I am trying to say to you
Preservation of destruction can not be named
But curls on the tongue like a snake
Hissing at you through my happy-happy lilt
I stand on one side of the epicenter
Reaching my hand over the emptiness
Don’t fall in
Take my hand and make a ladder
A heart ladder, hard as it is
My children need to climb over me
Between us all this eternity, this certainty
The only way out is love | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 2:45:34 AM | The only way out is love
I hear over and over again
but, what is love? I question
if what was, wasn’t love
then how will I know love?
can love stroke my soul?
can love penetrate my soul?
love, you will know, I hear
love is fair, love is kind
and love is blind
Love, you will know, I hear | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 3:16:38 AM | Love, you will know I hear
In universe unquestioned
Forbidden passions unleashed
Does love allow such beauty
A hidden pearl
You will know I hear
Whispered touch of love | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 3:27:52 AM | ---------- (oops too slow: patchworking here)
Whispered
touch of love
words of love
and actions
in all my days
in all the ways
I know I cannot
ever express
my love
but, Love
you will know
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love
you will know
I hear
the heartbeat
the breath
the whisper low
I see
the look
the smile
the subtle glow
I feel
electricity
as fingertips meet
startled eyes relaxing so
I move
hands entwine
and leaning close
our love to show
We are
one heartbeat
one breath
one whisper
love is
when there is
no telling
mine from yours | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 5:26:41 AM | No telling mine from yours
no love against the doors
no press against the floors
no breaking beachside laws
These memories I see
are fond of you and me
so sad it has to be
too bad you set me free
So now I roam the world
no man, nor beast, nor girl
has made my mind so twirl
nor made my fair hair curl | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 5:53:55 AM | made my fair hair curl
when I saw that little girl
standing on the rocks
half a mile fromt the docks
she looked so fresh and clear
like a little deer
a babe in sparkling light
stealing my breath with sight
I thought to shout it out
the feeling of a landed trout
washing over me
on the edge of that cold sea
she was to far away
on that fateful day
I had just come to play
now I'm gonna pay
with recurring memories
I fall down to my knees
it was a shocking time
I almost lost my mind
when that rogue wave came to shore
that little girl was no more. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 9:03:42 PM | that little girl was no more
now that she knew more than
what mama told her
funny the tales that mama told her
“you’ll marry a prince”
gentle, kind mama told her
but mama was just telling tales
and forgot to tell her | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 10:08:30 PM | mama forgot to tell her
or perhaps refused to say
things her daughter needs to know
today.
important stuff
about menopause,
auntie’s cancer,
and dad’s long love affair
and other stuff
about love mostly.
death of course
and castles in the air | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/26/2007 10:17:53 PM | ----------------------------------------- (too slow, patching)
castles in the air
breeze through your hair
dragons in the sky
true love in your eye
stars shining brightly
hope skimming lightly
dreams of a child
mind running wild
imagination takes wing
playing on the swing
stories they told her
and forgot to tell her
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and forgot to tell her
to think for herself
make her own opinion
not get one off the shelf
and forgot to mention
that our advice was not
set in stone as right
maybe something we forgot
and forgot to say
that even if we knew
whilst she was quite wrong
it's her decision what to do
and forgot to underline
that whichever way she went
we'd support her fully, still
love her one hundred percent | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 1:44:51 AM | love her one hundred percent
do not ever let her forget what she meant
to you today.
Every day
Let her know she is yours
in a smile, a touch
That she means so much
that you would walkthat five hundred miles or more
to fall down at her door.
That song knows the score.
Just love her, then love her
then love her some more. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 4:27:21 AM | love her one hundred percent
then bury her in wet cement
I tell you there's no other way
when with other men she wants to play
She was so much fun, yes that's true
but much fun for other men too
when I killed her I said, "beg your pardon"
and then took her out into the garden.
That way she'll be always at home
beneath that all-white garden gnome
who stares out the fence at the mountain
and wees all day into the fountain | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 4:55:32 AM | How did I know I was to slow
and wees all day into the fountain
cursing you for being a witty Satan
not knowing and then just kill her
you are a cruel and unwitingly Satan
Just love her, then love her
then love her some more
If you want to know more
If you want to know it all
love her and be loved
if you are a dehydrated soul
she will satisfy your thirst
pours you wine from her heart
ruby red, warm, cool and cordial
when you love, you’ll know
but make sure, you’ll let her know
make sure, you’ll love for sure
if not, she will know
and will never cool your soul
and will make it wither and die
only because of your lie
you know? she knows all lies
and will kill her insightful soul
so make sure you’ll be one true soul
if you want to love her some more | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 5:10:50 AM | if you want to love her some more
be sure she just doesn't get bored
Just beware that the things that you do
don't reveal that you've lived in a zoo
If she's keen to stay on and be loved
means you've passed and won't likely be shoved
like the last guy she threw in the bin
'cos he ate baked beans right from the tin
No, be gentleman like if you can
take her gently and slow, by the hand
when she purrs you know there'll be delight
will she pleasure you? well she just might | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 6:23:03 AM | well she just might be bigger than her shoes
she just might find a way to lose
I know she can bring bad new
and always tries to make you choose
She may even say she's sorry
then go off to tell another story
like the time she slept in back of a lorry
with all those animals parts so gory
well she can take your breath away
without an effort on any day
I saw her do it with a wiggle sway
while playing ball on Saturday
Its not that she is really bad
its just a game, a kind of fad
I know she can make men sad
while other women just get mad | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 9:11:40 AM | While other women just get mad
she works out how to get even,
while others say she's just too bad,
she's cleared and packed and leavin'.
She doesn't have to make excuses,
she's sorted the best of their stuff,
she'll put her energy to better uses
because enough is enough is enough. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 10:07:16 AM | Because enough is enough is enough.
Enough of this unrealistic love.
Everyone is looking for a perfect mate.
Knowing time is being wasted.
Since there is no such mate.
Just look at the divorce rate.
None of us are perfect.
Therefore let be realistic.
Life with our lover is not always fantastic.
But true love is very strong,
Which can endure any wrong. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 6:18:43 PM | Which can endure any wrong
the spotless heart
wears injury as art
croons guiltless song
rarely alone
to avoid contemplation
dart past mirror's reflection
revels in dejection | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/27/2007 6:46:13 PM | Past mirror's reflection
revels in dejection
willing to accept the blame
for losing at his game,
finally making a little sense
of claims of battered innocence,
and sweetly asks the rat,
Would you like fries with that? | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/28/2007 12:23:22 AM | You will be sorry
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Mirror slipped off the nail
Fell and broke in the sink
Mirror would rather end it all
Couldn’t tell the honest truth
What do you think?
There is no fountain of youth
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