| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/5/2008 7:17:55 PM | Lilac blossoms fragrant appreciated fair
barn swallows. synchronized swimmers in thin air
new lambs frolic in my field
joyfully gamboling everywhere
goats milk cheese , lemon balm tea,
sorrel soup,onion pie, all for free
chicken, ducks and geese agree
springs bounty intoxicates me | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/5/2008 7:18:39 PM | Lilac blossoms fragrant appreciated fair
who put them there in your hair
they make your eyes gleam brightly
you are the fairest of the fair
that's why you wore that lavender blouse
leaving the house with your spouse
you waltzed straight to the garden
as if floating on the notes of Strauss | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/5/2008 7:41:17 PM | as if floating on the notes of Strauss
waltzing heart beats spring draws
essence musical delight anew
droplets moist upon the dew
symphonies of strummed heart
glowing buds a fresh impart
music audio radiant envision
awed assault on all senses given | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/6/2008 2:34:42 AM | Awed assault on all senses given
spring's bounty intoxicates me
heightened awareness, gift of heaven,
lifts, lightens, invigorates me.
Confetti blossom paves my way
as bees attend to nuptials there
tho' almost finished in one spring day
renewal excitement fills the air | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/6/2008 12:43:19 PM | renewal excitement fills the air
in that boom bang crash that's always there
she walks alone without a care
twirling fingers through bright pink hair
a touch of gray is seen in back
when not watching the caboose sway on the track
he think she has the perfect pack
to compliment his ole smoke stack | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/9/2008 4:44:05 AM | To compliment his ol' smoke stack
steam releasing clouds of mist
reversing the course of years past
futile gas used to spew
All conditioned and cooling now
eminent to not spoiling the natural habitat
nuclear building, giving back
To a sancutuary plow'd by ancestor's... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/9/2008 7:13:06 PM | To a sancutuary plow'd by ancestor's...
where pungent bone just festers
Left by the clowns and the jesters
Jostling for who bests the besters
seeking the holy grail questers
bowing and scraping knee gestures
All seeking spiritual testers
forgotten by baby boom empty nesters | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/10/2008 11:44:05 AM | forgotten by baby boom empty nesters and such
i never thought i'd miss you so much
i got used to the using, abusing mistakes
that we all got together just to try to unbreak
the nest was forgotten at the top of the tree
while i lay on the down-covered twigs feeling free
you said you would be there at the end of the jaunt
just another mistake made by an invisible haunt | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/10/2008 11:50:51 AM | Just another mistake made by an invisible haunt
Ghosts from the past back to put down and taunt
Casting the doubt and trying to shame
passing dark shadows upon her good name
It's all innuendo and lies and decite
And just like the pheonix she'll rise from the heat
all comes around and all comes to pass
His meanness and cruelty show him for an ass | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/10/2008 12:17:31 PM | His meanness and cruelty show him for an ass
while he's touting and spouting of all his good class
his fine upbringing on the right side of town
that this one and that one was bringing him down
he reigned all supreme til the day she flew
to lay waste to the past and it's terrible truth
there's no wonder to worry when the day's come to close
it's just her in the hot seat, no one else here knows | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/10/2008 3:51:45 PM | it's just her in the hot seat, no one else here knows
the tantrum she throws seeing wrong shoes on his feet
damn straight dems the ones I hate you know
and it blows to make us late for the date
all the while he's thinking how bad the traffic will be
so hard to see and have to cut back on the drinking
these quick comfortable boots an we can scoot
shoot she caught me again, no use trying to pretend | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 12:19:12 AM | Shoot!! He caught me again, no use trying to pretend..........(he in place of she..lol)
that I really missed him that much!!
Spiked shoes, roll'n bladed greens, divoting
comfortable in the knowing, time is up
Comfortable in the skin of the boots??!!
wear them, its part of you
shoe leather'd, sole worn down, tathered
Somersault performing in souls desire.... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 12:49:34 AM | Somersault performing in soul's desire
Tricky manouvres on the high wire
Juggling emotions, afraid to stop
Knowing the consequences if one should drop
Trying to find whatever's been missed
Feeling for footholds that don't exist
Between past and future the present is yet
Caught in the tangles of a safety net | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 4:46:59 AM | Caught in the tangles
of a safety net
stagnating
seemed a sure bet
but now you're debating
missing the zing
even the bling
he gifts you
won't silence the ding
of your inner alarm
the charm is missing
the spectacular kissing
and you're neatly purchased
your heart just lurches
you're tethered
by the opinions
of the tar and feather crowd
if you should leave
so grieve
and sew your shroud
still your wild heart's bleating
for it's only love you're cheating | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 5:20:01 AM | for its only love you're cheating
as you encase your heart
shrinking back in protection.....
witholding life's beating
Yet lonliness stirs there
if nothing else allowed
and deep desires wanting to pierce
squelched by blinding fear. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 6:42:08 AM | thanx mthuckleberry....................lol
squelched by blinding fear.
to move forward,to allow faith
this takes trust,nothing to buy
it's day after day,time after time
it's hard to get past the pain
and that FEAR that fouls my soul
but once on the other side
my world opens before me | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 8:45:10 AM | My world opens before me
chapters turned seasons’ filigree
like a book rendering its pages
calligraphy of life born stages
passages in brass in silver in gold
in stories read and stories told
like a rose deep in thoughts of dew
essential oils of what I knew | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 5:30:59 PM | like a rose deep in thoughts of dew
essential oils of what I knew
bow down before me to lay their waste
as i run for the exit, in all my haste
forgetting the memories of you and i
no time for wondering, asking you why
off i wander, the lust forgotten
and only time will tell if the fruit's gone rotten | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 5:53:16 PM | and only time will tell
if the fruit's gone rotten
or if it has found it's way
to fertile soil
sending out
soft shooting tendrils
pushing their way to
sunlight ,
the passion of its earthly flesh
forgotten
knowing only of life's new quest | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 6:39:39 PM | growth now undoubted
a heart beats that is no longer crowded
bitterness and fear released and gone
space for love and a brand new song
Vulnerability allowed to rest
within a heart not sealed in a chest
Trust unveiled as new steps walked
O'er a new horizon, beauty unlocked. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/11/2008 8:32:59 PM | o'er a new horizon, beauty unlocked
dip low into the valley, icy rivers shock
beyond the blue vista secrets unbound
winds head skyward to see what can be found
as the moon comes up and gently sweeps
greeting dusktime with her smile so sweet
slowly the calm of evening comes to sing
a melody of nightshade until sleep begins | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/12/2008 12:47:33 PM | there in her beauty, sweet poison does lay
for with her pen will the admonishments say
Sir Lyric hath laid out the rules quite clear
An eight line stanza, is required here
Think of it as a ditty, think of it as a rhyme
We all make mistakes, I myself time to time
but make it eight lines, a stanza no doubt
and you'll never again, get this chewing out | |
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