| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 4:11:59 PM | that the way it goes on this here trip
to have fun with even a skip
vivid greens water springs
let us think of fresh new things
crocus buds and fresh new life
forgetting past and present strife
like fresh born new fawn
lets enjoy each sprouting dawn | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 4:30:06 PM | lets enjoy each sprouting dawn,
Packed our baggage, ready to move on
Scanning Greek Islands with ocean, sand and sun
Sitting in olive groves sipping on rum
Climbing Acropolis, where history was made
Feeling Goddesses and Gods who once played
Upon the landscapes and strolled along the shore
I’ll walk where they once walked and honour them once more | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:35:39 PM | I'll walk where they once walked and honour them once before
In fresh new daylight seeking appreciation of life in store
to see that burst of fresh sunrise, depth of little baby's eyes
the freshness of a new dawn, how winter not thwarts spring tries
to hear the song that nature brings through fresh vibrant growth
Birds sing as frogs too, plants and love rejoice in reborn youth!
Oh! Draw in that fresh breath of new life, of new spring
This wonderous spring season brings forth growth of all thing! | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 8:20:34 PM | This wonderous spring season brings forth growth of all thing!
With beauty that abounds my heart I can't help but sing
My soul feels free and soars above all Earth's lamentations
And hope my song will still go one for future generations
For in the spring a newness grows and helps us to forget
The troubles that we have occured and often times regret
So see the blooms for their life gets shorter by hour
And smell the beauty known as hope and feel springs awesome power | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 8:23:12 PM | (thank you Thorb,,,you were right)
And smell the beauty known as hope
and feel springs awesome power
Each day brings a new adventure
like the budding of a fresh wild flower
Be mindful in all that you say and you do
May kindness warm your heart
Have faith and trust in what feels right
May each day be a fresh start
(pssssssst polly,,,we've done it again,,,,we have to quit posting at the same time) | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 9:13:09 PM | may each Day be a new start to get to know Eachother and All that we Feel.
Lets pass the night within the fine evening Breeze that holds us tight and blows just right.... to pull our Sails into our very own sweet dreams to awaken Moments in time at the Same time... there in the soft midnight music playing true just me and you.... Oh I am dreaming.... The Dream of my dreams.... where Swaying on the lull of the waves that dip.... pull up again.... beyond what the World brings with it....we hold each other Rocking to the beat of another dance....a boat slipping thru the silver tide.....getting closer to our own rythmn
Let's spend the night together.....in the Boat... in the Water...under the Moon..... You and I. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 10:00:07 PM | feeling the tide
the perennial shimmy
up...
up and away to the edge
and then back it slips .....a swaying within a belly dancing hip wave
smoothly flowing to and frow
respond...respon...resp... ....In symbiotic rythmn.... to the call..the call..th...ca...
consciousless..... instinctful wish-washing ......the glowing presence of the moon....... | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 10:31:49 PM | the glowing presence of the moon
washes gently over supple mountains of passion
sliding in waves across the planes of desire
protruding peaks pulse with every flicker
quicker than a sigh
time fades
lies two
only melding now until its through | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 11:27:13 PM | Stillness,,, moonlight, stars so brite
beauty depth of sky tho' dark calm light
Whispering of wind in pines through night air
That sweet aroma of pine through scent in our hair
Small creatures chipmonks and racoons
Frolicking happily as is nocturn sounds
what a joyfull sound! The breath in much
The world apart from, we are but a touch! | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 5:33:32 AM | The world apart from, we are but a touch
Your presence shall remain everlasting in my soul
A memory that will never fade
Its a craving that keeps me whole
When the distance often reminds us
that no matter how far we be
your spirit ever present
and everlasting inside of me | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 10:36:01 AM | encasing smiles like a cereal bowl
This improv we all must play
Although some rhymes just take their toll
Leaves you tired at the end of the day
Use your mind to just turn things around
Bring some clarity into the mix
In perspective they are really quite sound
There's no job that we really can't fix | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 11:47:16 AM | There's no job that we really can't fix
And an appropriate tool is just one of the tricks
The sharpest tool will often suffice
If that tool fails find another device
A hammer that's sharp will not drive a nail
Sharp tools have tried this, but to no avail
The shed of life needs tools that are dull
Like one that's used to push or to pull | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 3:18:05 PM | Like one that's used to push or to pull
the binding tie can be a lot of bull
when picked from a line-up of usual suspects
chances are it won't matter who you sellect
They all are part of the bottom feeders
scammers, schemers, an cheatin mouth breeders
much like the scum that you find on a pond
it won't go away by waving that wand | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 7:57:43 PM | it won't go away by waving that wand
I will not drown in the deep blue pond...
you cannot rid yourself of the whole of me...
I eat at you...your mind...soul...internally....
You are my captive in what I do...
I will never let you go...I will tear you in two...
I am your thoughts weakened and full of frain....
For I am You.....Clinically Insane.... | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 8:07:02 PM | For I am you…..Clinically Insane....
When you look at the picture frame
Who you or I am tonight
With these wings waiting to take flight
Am I the great or the evenly week
I begin to yell but can only speak
Quietly laughing then out loud
Shooting randomly into the crowd
Insanely acting out of turn
Watching the fire gently burn
Burning to the end of time
Watching and waiting out the crime
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 8:20:42 PM | Watching and waiting out the crime...
as the hands of the clock pass quarter to nine...
I struggle to post with simple rhyme...
yet try and try to pass the time...
to sit and think of nothing but one...
the one that brings the heat of the sun...
washes away the darkness to bring laughter and fun...
for love enters the heart once thought unhealed and undone.... | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/9/2007 10:57:00 PM | for love enters the heart once thought unhealed and undone
and two lonley souls shall mingle as though they are one.
With a burning heat; and forever unending passion.
Together; living a true love in it's grandest fashion.
As the time of thier lives naturally passes on by
The years turn to decades that soon begin to fly
and yet the love sparkles in each others eye...
Loving commitment to make one feel high. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/10/2007 6:01:27 AM | Loving commitment to make one feel high
Is something I'm thinking about giving a try
For angry resentment has made me feel low
It's like I'm dressed up but have no place to go
I cry all the time and sometimes run dry
Then soak up more heartache in order to cry
This cycle is vicious but why can't I leave?
Perhaps deep inside I desire to grieve | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/10/2007 6:32:05 AM | Perhaps deep inside I desire to grieve
that love that once made me believe
she said it is dead and there's nothing to do
except accept and move on to the new
Still at times the flood gate just opens
tears wash my face with no word spoken
I'm hoping that grieving will eventually end
so that my smiles won't be just pretend | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/10/2007 6:47:34 AM | so that my smiles won't just be pretend
I have to give it a shot before the bend
in the miles of road gather me up
I want to live more like a full cup while the empty swaggers around in the dust
laying around with yesterday.
I've got today and that's the brey of this donkey
that lives in my neighbours pasture..... wanting to tell me something
like...... What is the cost to my lamenting honkey? | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go go dance with bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/10/2007 7:45:32 AM | What is the cost to my lamenting honkey?
And is there such a market for donkeys?
Perhaps if I listed it under sad ass
Then maybe he's sorrow would finally pass
For now even he's brought down the horse
He still wears his long face of course
But yesterday he was out in the lake
He said this cruel life he can no longer take | |
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