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Out of our love
We toss our thoughts
High up into the night
Fingers reaching, arms outstretched, on tiptoes
We catch the silky strands of the milky-way
And wrap them round and round our heads
As sparkles of energy flow into us
millions upon millions of tingling sensations
the ebb and flow of our tides
soaring in unison
we dance, the dance of love
two children of the night. | |
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| oh how I enjoy your writes...
Posted: 10/2/2006 11:04:24 PM | I had a moment to spare
And although I have been somewhat 'frivolous' perhaps of late
I came here to enjoy your wonderful writes and spend some time...
.....thank you for some mellow moments with a lovely muse......  | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 4:49:37 AM | Two children of the night:
one dark, one light.
For it is always by the other
that we define ourselves.
Even in a gay relationship,
one must be female, the other male.
Choose your dark side
carefully, choose whom you love,
with whom you will fight,
for by your dark
we shall know your light... | |
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| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/3/2006 10:01:47 AM | Salty please come in anytime you chose and I don't think frivolous is the word - I would call it playful *grin*
Alyosha you inspire me to go deeper by your wonderful interpretations and friendship. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 10:31:43 AM | My friendship is the gift I give you
in exchange for the gift of who you are. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 1:06:39 PM | Like a shy girl at the dance
standing demurely, wanting to be noticed
and, once truly noticed, to be kissed.
Her eyes followed the dancers round and round
the glowing candlelight
shining ever brighter as the rhythm moved upon the air
apparitions
flowing with gossamer wings
her heart sings
as she waits
for some reason she wants to remain invisible
and touch her dreams a while
to make them real. | |
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Msg: 82 | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 1:21:36 PM | I've come to tell you
How wonderful you are
To remind myself
How wonderful we are
So we can sit
And be wonderful
Together
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Posted: 10/3/2006 1:25:10 PM |
Like a shy girl at the dance
standing demurely, wanting to be noticed... &c.
is wonderful! | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 2:07:18 PM | Very Compelling Thread Autumn....
A beautiful Voice transending those limits.....
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.......This Love.
Can I not be but that sand flowing effortlessly across those plains?.....
Can I not be of the winds caressing soft upon that cheek?....
Can I be the golden ray falling unto you offering warmth?.....
Can I be that Willow offering shade those days when within solice is asked?...
Can I not be that falling rain washing away that fire burning deep?....
May I ask but a single dance that we know this gentle sway?....
May I gaze forth those eyes and see but future of Peace?....
May I know that hand upon mine in hope renewed that faith of Life?....
May I cast aside these fears and be offered this as You?....
Cannot I know and grasp this dream?....
.....This Love?....
Will that scent of Rose be known and felt?.....
Will I be granted gift of beauty by these eyes?.....
Will that touch upon this shoulder whisper time is now as path is ours?.....
Forever caught by breath as touched to Winter's cold.....
Forever dance in tune of beating hearts......
Forever know thee well of this as me as lips they graze and hold......
Forever join these Souls as now we are as one......
Cannot I know and grasp this dream?......
.......This Love?........
....T. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 2:43:46 PM | | That is lovely T and very much in tune with what I feel and write. Thank you. Om it has been a while since you stopped and please don't be a stranger. Alyosha - yes it was off of your first two lines that the poem was written so you may go ahead and copywrite your part lol and it is wonderful to be inspired by all of you to begin writing again. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 7:54:55 PM | Thanksgiving
I love the beauty of the fall
the vibrant colours which wake up my senses
and fill my soul with energy
the crisp air tingling through my body
sending my spirit soaring on a magic carpet
woven by nature's final bow
at night I sleep peacefully
under the warm blanket
oblivious to the time ticking
the silence soothing
my mind has shed it's restless skin
to savor the contentment
of a dreamless slumber
rejuvenating the body's chemistry
at peace in the autumn's glow
I would love to walk with you
through the woods
the leaves swirling over our heads
a tiny ray of light peeking at us
a ray of hope that this stage of our lives
could be the best
past mistakes behind us
a trail well marked beckoning, enticing
a new adventure
unfolding before our eyes
as we learn more about each other
and why we are here together
knowing inside that a trusted friend
is the best gift life could have sent
I am truly thankful
in this season of the harvest
that someone is watching over me
and has led me straight to you. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2006 9:14:02 PM | Wow! Ive been a bit out of the loop lately in the poetry forums.What a fantastic new thread :) Wonderful imagery and fantastic writes in here.Have a spiffy night,Kat  | |
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Posted: 10/4/2006 9:11:26 AM | | You have a very kind heart Kat and I enjoy reading your writes too. Take care, Rebecca | |
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Posted: 10/4/2006 8:09:23 PM | When I feel saddened by discontent
And the world ceases to be a friendly place
I light the fires of childhood’s lament
And remember the tales my mother read to me
Upon my counterpane.
Those precious stories I will not forget
Wardrobes of splendid grandeur
Woven by a loving raconteur
Who gave me eyes to see and wings to fly
Around the corners of imagination.
What a wonderful world she wrapped me in
With patience and understanding
No matter how weary her voice became
The story was never-ending. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 10:42:10 AM | Through the lens of a telescope
Times long ago forgotten
Leaving its traces upon the brow
Of withered grass
And shining stream
I was once blessed
With an ethereal dream
Which filled my senses
My heart was full
of the miracle before me
I had found my love
Within the roses
Of an island’s glow. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 10:54:44 AM | Night doth come upon us now
The world has sent her shadows to the moon
Covering up the brilliant bow
Of saffron, crimson, gold and tangerine.
She sings her silent whispers soaring
To only those who wish to hear
The magic of the falling leaves
To mark another year.
Oh how they swirl and dance in celebration
Upon an autumn breeze
Two hearts complete with a dusting of jubilation
Resting in completeness beneath the chestnut tree.
Two childlike spirits of the fall
Finding their love glistening upon the dew
They know deep down inside; they are meant for each other
Instinctively they always knew
Instinctively they always knew. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 1:05:11 PM | Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire in school, half
of it out of date
and half of the other half, untrue.
Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire from our parents
which, whatever else it is,
is that we are loved.
Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire from our peers
who acquired it from their peers
in ss and sneers.
Blessed is the knowledge,
above all, that we seem
to have been born with
but never knew we had
until someone comes along
and brings it out in us. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 1:07:16 PM | There is a very powerful force
Coming from within
That is rarely mirrored by its equal
Sparks charged with fire and magic
You feel them touch you in all your hidden places
Soft, warm burning rivulets dripping over you
But you can’t deny or turn away
For the heat has flooded your nerve endings
With lightening, undeniably mesmerizing the mind
To ignore all else around
Tender lips exploring, enticing, enchanting
Sucking your breath and reason away
You cannot stop and run from this person
So you succumb to the flesh
Until it becomes one
Driving you mad with desire
Touch me and drive me over this earthly plain
Floating in a circle that winds its labyrinth
Through my veins creating a life of its own
I have denied it, and banished the feeling
Only to be drawn back in
Like a moth to a flame
Wanting you, needing you to fulfill me
A marriage of souls entwined
Through time & distance and great pain
A confusing test of the mind and heart
For any woman who experiences this test of will
I hunger for more, lust for limits which only feed the ache
I am yours in mind, body and soul
Not wanting this magic to end
But to grow without interruptions or denial
Or others trying to break the spell
That has been cast upon us
Innocence on the outside
But a temptress inside
Seeking new places to learn this ancient art
With the man I desire to take me there
I wish to give pleasure over and over again
Making you want me, natural and free
A man and a woman who share the chemistry
A summer fantasy of tactile turbulence
Hands and bodies reaching out
Free to dance in a swirl of butterflies
As they climb above the possibilities
And never want for another to take their place beside you or within
Eyes open, taunting each other to go beyond the realms of reason
Animalistic, powerful and yet so blissful
Sharing these joys together. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 10:56:41 PM | I love the night with all its quiet reverie
Jewels of thought
Born under the harvest moon and soaring free
Unencumbered by the pull
Of her long quiescent fingers
Grasping your spirit
Captivating the mind
A child of the night
Who wishes only to hide in the shadows
And paint her words
On the side of a run away train
Karma is it real? | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 11:07:44 PM | Silver shadows mask the moon.
soon,
With living light.
Tonight
We feel her pulling us upwards,
Our words
Bursting fiery breath.
Death
Has no hold on us, we know
and Grow
Into ourselves by her persuasion.
Invasion
Of thought or melding of mind?
Find
Those places deep inside.
Don’t hide
Please.
Let the moonlight expose us. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 11:15:55 PM | | It's so nice to finally meet you Nessemoo. Any time you want to bring your rainbow inside the child within I would very much enjoy that. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2006 11:21:45 PM | Rainbow child abides in autmns fantasy.
All the coulors found falling gently
floating to the ground drifting lazily
carpeting the world with colour intensity
which hibrinates the light so in the spring we'll see
what winter made of us and all our history.
Nice to visit your world. gentle and sweet. Nice to meet. Again. | |
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Posted: 10/8/2006 3:17:30 AM | We’ve spent so much time indoors
Spring is here but a promise of summer
Come my three little bears
But mama it’s a school day!
Forget our cares
Down to the beach we go
A day without fares
The sun has not dimmed the eyes
The glow is on your skin
As I say goodnight to my teddy bears
Thank you mama! My bears’ chorus
Waking to the promise of warmer day
I say
You want fish’n’sand again today?
Bear No1 pipes up
MAMA…we have to go to school!!!
I smile as I see the frowns on the other two bears
Today is Friday, off to school you go
Weekend is almost here and then
I can play
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Posted: 10/8/2006 4:38:25 AM | Who Made The Butterfly
Out of the blue
a poem, a painting,
a symphony.
Out of the blue
a butterfly.
Captures the "master"
that elusive
wonder.
Aptly,
to God the credit:
-to capture
is but to capture.
Who made the butterfly?
S.S. | |
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Posted: 10/8/2006 7:47:47 AM | I was bad last night staying up to all hours writing poetry
and although a little groggy I have made it into the forum
to be surprised to see 3 poems under my thread
each very different and unique.
rainbows in the moonlight and teddy bears and yes please tell me
Who made the butterfly? It does capture my imagination. | |
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