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Posted: 12/25/2009 8:50:16 PM | Hey darling, hope you had a wonderful Christmas! I went over to the girls, unwrapped gifts and we took in a movie together later that afternoon, Sherlock Holmes. Great day...
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Posted: 12/29/2009 7:55:12 PM | Thank you Thorb and Brizo.
My National Lampoon's Christmas
Of all the people on this earth
I never, ever thought I would be the one
To leave my twins home alone for Christmas
As I left the house on the run
We had to cross the border on Christmas Day
Because my baby was forced to remain
In the US of A
Until she has a green card coming her way
(ok I suck at rhyming lol)
It seems the twins left their passports at their residences
University blues
And there was no way we could sneak them in
Aliens without a clue
So on one hand I have a newly engaged daughter
Crying in the USA
And my Mother crying that we could not all be together
Sitting on my couch giving me that look
To fix everything as she prayed (grin)
The girls were the ones who volunteered
To eat frozen pizza for their Christmas dinner
While we set out in the pouring rain without them
To find the new mother-in-law’s house to be
In the middle of a country hamlet
Darkness and fog hemming us in
Just barely missing a deer crossing the road
We arrived sick with rotten colds
I sat in a cold house
Sipping tea and honey
Barely able to speak
But basking in the love of my first born and her man
Some how we made it through the evening
Found the hotel in the rain
This will be a Christmas I will always remember
Next year better not be the same! | |
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Posted: 12/29/2009 8:21:33 PM | AAAARRRGGGHHH
The ding dong was merrily on high....
next year!!!! | |
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Posted: 1/1/2010 11:10:06 PM | Christmas arrives with expectations in everyone’s heart
no matter what age, tradition unfolds just as it should
year after year
the angels, the tiny village, the tree
each baby who gazes at the coloured lights
with cooing sounds
each passing, lights another star
when standing outside on a dark winter’s eve
movies galore
music, melodious, carolling
cathedral it’s all beautiful
loading up the car with children and presents
your eyes see the same vision which rests in the soul
It started much like this my Christmas of 2009
The warmth of Christmas Eve
Singing carols at church beside my Mom
The stockings hung
The presents wrapped
Cookies baking in the oven
To me Christmas is Love
Family
I still tuck each child into bed in memory
I know who will be asleep and who will not
The cool draft under the front door
I looked outside on the glorious of nights
And saw Chester the cat sleeping
On the chair on my front porch
He must have missed last call
The rain had started to fall
Distorting the lights on the houses all around me
Something was missing this year
My oldest daughter was away from home
For the first time ever
She had made her way from New York City
And ended up at her fiance's Moms
About an hour from our border crossing
Between Canada and the US
She had warned me that this might happen
There is a time period in the United States
That if you want to get that green card
To work and live in America
You have to put in your dues
And not leave the country for 6 months or so
I’m confused by the procedure
It just meant she could not come home for Christmas
And I had to go there to be with her
It was planned for a long time
But at the last minute our plans changed
The twins (who are 19 now)
Did not have their passports with them
And after frantic calling
I couldn’t even buy them a replacement piece of paper
On Christmas Day
Frantic calls back and forth
Some tears
The younger sisters decided to stay home alone for Christmas
And I reluctantly left them in the rain
To spend my Christmas in another country
Missing that very special part of Christmas to me
My family together – surrounded by my children
The ghosts of that perfect Christmas
Coming in a dream
Slowly to the hum of the rain beating on my hotel window
Coughing and sick I could not sleep
As I tried to wrap up all my love and seal it with a silver bow
And a promise
That next year
Would be complete! | |
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Posted: 1/1/2010 11:14:24 PM | Thank you Pickles!
The images are they are real?
Easter Island in all its rugged beauty
The carvings, the history
It repeats itself over and over again through life
And yet we try to fix the broken
Change the inevitable
Expect perfection
Each spirit follows its own course
Down the river to the sea
If you sit on a bank meditating, reflecting
Wishing things to redirect
On a smoother course
It doesn’t happen
I’m sorry children
I have tried to wish it better
Make it happen
Mind over matter
Hope over destruction
Freedom over pain
As tears blend
Inside the falling rain. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2010 9:39:37 PM | Autumn, I saw your post on Wooby's thread and wanted you to be aware of this fine poem by ravincause. I saved it because it's awesome and I love it.
her words:
I wrote this for my daughter. She is so busy planning and preparing her big day, I wanted her to remember what it is truly about.
Because this day is mine
I know the sun will shine
it’s brightest bright
as I, flowing white
clouds of silk and lace
will take my place
in the isles of time honoured tradition.
I will hold this position
for all my ancestors and my descendants
as an act of transcendence
on behalf of womankind.
I will stand in full mind
of my vows, my oath
to God and Goddess both.
Because this day is mine
I shall wear a veil of fine
woven lace. I will grace
this sacred place
with my radiance
and I will dance every dance
until all have felt her blessing on this day
my day. It is my way
to embody her essence, her pride.
I am every novice bride
who embody the Goddess
and give her form, to bless
the union
of woman and man.
ravincause | |
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Posted: 1/9/2010 11:28:35 PM | | Brizo it was lovely and puts things into perspective as well as makes me miss Ravin a lot out here although I do get to read her poems it's not quite the same. | |
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Posted: 2/12/2010 4:05:17 PM | petri
soon the ocean returned
to serene
just another scene
reflected from her ever
changing face
birthed from her waters
rocked in saline
touched by grace
we are made one
by common trace
touchstone legacy
genus, species
race
LS 02/12/10 | |
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Posted: 2/19/2010 10:00:51 PM | Hi Brizo I'm in New York City with all my girls. It is an amazing city!
I come and go anonymously
Where once I played freely
Captured by kindred spirit
Reclusive renaissance
Running through the scales
My mind turns repetitively
Over and over
Water, bridge, underground
Faces of caricatures
The old and new
Horse beside car
Brick and wood
The sunset chants
Sweet freedom
Oh sweet freedom’s shores
Where a lady guards humble pie. | |
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Posted: 2/19/2010 10:35:48 PM | | I love anonymity...there is something so freeing about it... | |
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Posted: 4/14/2010 8:46:55 PM | I'm stuck on page 102 and haven't had anything for weeks - I tried honestly and this is it....
Disconnected, misplaced
You thought you laid your mind down in one shiny spot
With the other necessities
But the words come out in smoke rings
One at a time
Smack in the middle of a whirlwind
Downward spiral
A galaxy wasted on its hearth
Breeding chameleons
And yankee clippers
In the skies
Homeless creatures
They cannot find their minds
Nomads or seascapers | |
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Posted: 4/16/2010 8:25:25 PM | | not bad...I'm having trouble writing too. Lots of trouble. No inspiration. | |
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Posted: 4/20/2010 7:38:38 PM | | And here Ravin is writing up a storm as a mad poet and saying April is poetry month and here we are all out of words and so busy in real life that the thoughts are all mixed together into one gigantic whirlpool of days blurring one into another as I play with paper dolls and design a shower invitation like I was lining up little shells in a row or blades of grass each with a snail attached. So if April is poetry month perhaps I will be different and wait for May to bloom. | |
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Posted: 4/20/2010 9:21:53 PM | ~Lillies~
In beautiful spring
how the sun
shows her wings
All that glittered
is gold
I forget
how I mold
to your ways
So my petals
are glorius
Vessels enormous
I am blue
yet ...a colour of
yellow with
a purple hue
it is you~!
 Autumn....that was about my Ma....hugs to yu 2! | |
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Posted: 4/20/2010 10:47:33 PM | jules...i thought you to be a spring baby...was suprised your b'day is in autumn!
i think your poem could be illustrated beautifully into a children's book....unless you want to go 'the other way'!
lilac and lilies
and roses so true
fragrance of spring
before blossoms drop
hot summer daze
slip into starry nights
of memories
and moments of wonder | |
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Posted: 4/29/2010 7:59:55 PM | Hi Jules and Rose I love them all from starry nights to lilacs and spring being born and awareness. So today someone brought a newborn baby into work. . .
I saw a baby today
And something happened inside
Laying eyes on those miniature features
Rosebud lips, chubby cheeks
Pink fluted bonnet and sweater, baby blush pink
She looked like a fairy’s gift secreted under a rosebush
In the quiet of the moon
A dream that powders the sky
With wide eyed stars
The baby in me wants to be born again
And see the world through innocent eyes. | |
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Posted: 5/20/2010 8:58:40 PM | This site keeps getting smaller and smaller
soon the words will melt off the pages
into miniture zero's and
we who use to play daily with words and worlds
colours and feelings
they have slipped down the rabbit hole
or shoved behind the wardrobe in a
secret space with snow and strange animals
keeping company
even the emoticons are midgets
100% of people who have slipped by the cracks
disappeared into life
oh well
one day this will be all gone
and with it many hours of play
with some very special people. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2010 2:37:57 PM | Well...you both should come around more often!!!!!!! :)
Life in the summer
like watercolor impressions
leave me runny and blue
All I needed was you!
Boats drift like petals
driving over the bridge
my mind wanders
hard to find someone new.
Not sure if I want to
Music plays in my mind
I insist I am fine
while the Blues play on...
I sing my sad summer song!
The sunshines on and I drift
floating like feather from a cliff
landing softly amiss , i sigh!
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Posted: 6/7/2010 8:51:52 PM | That was lovely Jules!
I still feel like the print has shrunk and if I enlarge it I can't see the threads and authors. The rabbit hole down head first
everything is blue
blue as the ocean
blue like a dream
tiny pebbles cast on the shore
these miniture words
I don't wear glasses for reading
but this feels like honey they shrunk the kid :( | |
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Posted: 6/8/2010 4:45:20 AM | ROTF............I hear ya sistah! ....dang I hear ya!
Somebody shrunk somethin , or enlarged it ....hell I dunno!
I feel like Alice in the Wabbithole tooo!
Minus the Wabbit ...where is she?????????? anyhooooooooo?
She is in Canada ...go figure? lmao :)
xo jules :) | |
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Posted: 6/23/2010 8:33:18 PM | 5 point zero
One forty-five in the afternoon
The sky was black and ominous
But I was happily playing at my new job
When I experienced a strange feeling
The flowers in the vase on my desk were shaking
My chair was shaking
And for a moment in time
I thought it was just an illusion. | |
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Posted: 11/7/2010 8:43:15 PM | My Daughter's Wedding
The phantom of the evening gazed out upon the crowd
From his primal stance
Revelry taken shape in the shadows
Girls in red dresses twirled, mindless
Lanterns in the dark
The lyrical became absurd
Lips tasted wine
Masks held to shade the eyes
As the past slipped from the crevices
And a circle was formed
Generations met in a ceremonial frenzy
As the bride maid merry
And groom donned his place as
Guardian of the toast
Masquerade ball
Lives from past and present
Merged through the doors
Of the darkened
Rotunda
Someone watched above
Up the stairs and off to the side
The ghost of weddings past
The music played
And never stopped. | |
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