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| | Patchworking lines for the Mother Page 19 of 32 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32) | Bringin this over from Autumns Innocence
"cause it IS a patchworking, and true.
I wear a quilt
when I need….
Hand stitched
and set in soft cotton,
the cheeky calico patchwork ,
plays innocence
in the snow country setting
of pure white.
How many lamps,
how many maidens,
hands held steady,
as each straight row,
was sewn into being?
Creatresses,
my ancestors,
making art of scrap,
and frugality.
A beauty
that wraps me,
warms me,
and holds me still,
in the arms of my ancestors. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 9:03:27 PM | Ravin, stunning new photo! 
pocketful of mischief
I see you striding in
your chaps
chrome cowboy
with a pocketful of mischief
you've turned this bar
into a steam room
but there can be
only one winner
in tonight's drawing
for cupid's mistake
LS 7/16/07
previously posted in Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 10:28:49 PM | Autumn took it off my daughters wedding pic site, cropped it and sent it to me as the new POF pic. Bless her, I think she wanted to show I could scrub up when necessary!
I did change back into my jeans and tye dyes around one thirty am, to continue partying....
I even had nails done..now I'm trying to get them off! Bugger these things are.
Here, from Yoko's finger painting
Sky paint
With trails left by butterflies
Transcending the distance
With the instinctual habit
Of orange and black.
Spirals of colour
Feather flown
In the thermal awakening
Paint raptor trails
In the soft hues
Of living life.
Buffalo clouds graze across the blue expanse
Herded by the same breeze
That floats the tree pollen
Seeking soulmate in waving branches of green.
Seed down chasing adventure and a new place to be
Tumble through the either’s
On their way to where.
Sunset spectacular
Illuminates profound splashes
Of purple and red
Across the deepening horizon.
Stars peep out of indigo
One by one
As late night sawett fly by
And scrape the moonbeams
Sprinkle golden
Unseen, but for the artists eye
Sky painting the night. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 10:48:11 PM | And home from looking out your window, I did just that, and this is what I saw.
I see the oreganos gone wild
from a decade of unrestraint
tossing purple across my meadow
and dancing delicious through the green.
I see purple basil luscious and glowing in the afternoon sun
while pretty peppers show off their ripe round temptations.
I see tomatoes firming up a faint blush, watching from the sidelines, biding their thyme,
waiting their turn to display.
I see tall hollyhocks and proud roses, saucy purple jump ups and coy calendula sunbathing their pretty faces. I see milkweed and annes lace, scotch thistle and St John scattered playfully throughout the field.
I see trees waving their lush branches in the same breezes that chases the buffalo clouds across the sky.
I see paradise. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 12:01:49 AM | RC, I saw this poem on the other thread. Loved it then too. My garden is awful (I have no thumbs) your's sounds wildly perfect! | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 4:35:03 PM | RavenC -- loved the quilting poem "how many hands, how many maidens...making art"
LOVELY! Just like you! | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 5:08:06 PM | Hey little girl it's ok to play princess
even if you turned back at midnight
you are shining in that dress
why not show it off?
You are beautiful inside and out
Princess Ravin at the ball
Autumn knows best. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 5:52:43 PM |  Truely Ravin.....you looked very amazing.....and your soul shined through!
Looked like one ....enjoying a good time...and very ...very....lovely! tis true!
~~~~~Wedding Bells~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Mother is many times fervent in words.....
wonders why some of such youth....
take the vows!
Knowing deep within our hearts
what is best!
Only we can....just wish them the best!
The rest they shall discover.....
through the years....and the tears!
Knowing you gave them the blessing.......
and Love....
sent them on up like some lovely young doves
Life feels its best.......
We can only hope......
What they find!
Love is a maze.......
Just hope it is kind! | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 5:54:12 PM | I love my POF sisters. Just love you all.
Gonna stick a pic up on my profile of me and all my girls. Check it out.I'll leave it up for a couple of days. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 10:11:54 PM | just beautiful ravin - the photo and you! I think that red dress must be your 'magical' party dress. You're glowing!
and you know what else?
we just double posted
Yup. you and me
on First Line Last Line
Changing the sheets!
Yours is funny
and down to earth too
Mine is teary, trying to be deep.
I like yours better for sure! | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 10:19:37 PM | Aw thanks. I updated the post
because the host
of first and last lines asked
that we all take the task
of making it flow
when posting too slow
I know how to use the edit button
cause for first and last I am sure a glutton. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 7:14:20 AM | oh none of you have a clue
how much I follow you
and then you would be scared
if I admitted I was a man
I’m kidding dearest sisters
but Ravincause said it first
luv you
and you all keep me sane
many thanks xxx
Now I can’t find a man to change the sheets
and my talons I dare not break
you know how hard it takes it to grow
sorry darlings, you know how I love to play on words | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 8:10:50 AM | shimmer
candle flicker
and fairy lights
reflect the gleaming
silver ribbons
the band plays
while the newly minted
couple
sways
among their friends
and family
surrounded by good wishes
their aura
shimmers
LS 6/28/07
Daily Poet....might be in Autumn's thread too.....I can see I'm getting lazy about keeping track again..... | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 12:36:53 PM | As the poetry celebration approaches, I wanted to find this (written by a friend) and bring it here. . . .
Invitation
Let there come forth
poets, actors, singers,
dancers, farmers, philosophers,
builders, vendors, architects,
weavers, musicians, comedians,
seamstresses, scupltors,
gardeners, jewelers, potters,
folks of all talents and endeavors.
Awake, awakening, speaking
to each other with kindness
accepting and cherishing life,
laughing, hopeful, isn't life
supposed to be joyful--
and sorrowful--as our cracked
hearts break open to new
understanding, new recognitions?
As this sun illumines our ways
each day and as the stars
and moon watch over us at night
and life is engendered in all
its variety and pathos,
let us choose to live and bless
each other these our days and
come forth in celebration.
~~ Pat Maslowski | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 1:57:41 PM | Yes! I would like to know who is coming
who's responding to the call
who will come to celebrate
the poetry of it all
How many spaces shall I prepare
for poets from far away
For all good folks are welcome here
For a weekend away.
We'll light the fires and share a toast
to all like minds inspired
and stay up late to celebrate
until we're all too tired!
Let me know folks! Shall I post it on POF gatherings? | |
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Posted: 7/23/2007 10:38:48 PM | home from Manspirits thread
Throw all caution to the wind
Let wanton breezes blow
Tossing the strands of timeless intent
Where passion leads I will go
Unleash the yearnings held check for too long
Slating the thirst of desire
Wetting the appetite with burning touch
Tease feeding the flames of your fire
Wake me at midnight with lusts full intent
Ignite me with presence of you
Making the moment's full lightning strike
Resounding thunder rolling through
Empty the body, the spirit full force
Till all other awareness is gone
Keep full the rhythm of lovers new moon
And rock me to sleep in the dawn. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 1:18:07 PM | A man who dances ?..can’t be true,
A fable, a fairy tale, so very few
And far, so far, so far between
And stars sees stars, same stars I’ve seen
The brightest stars and planets too
Seen through the eyes of knowledge too!
Plays with all the things I want to learn
And knows how to give and take his turn,
Can cook, likes wine
And talks so fine
And follows the smoke trails that run through my mind
Wanders safely through the universe realm
Knowing the captains are at the ship's helm
Trusting in fate and allowing desire
This man has me really on fire.
Are you for real? Are you for sure?
Vielen Dank mein gütiger Herr | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 6:16:11 PM | I do not love you for your running water
More, that you emptied a drawer for me
Made space in your closet, and life
I do not love you because you understand my cat
More, that he understands you
I love your face not because I love your face
More, because your eyes see me
Because you make yourself visible
I do not love you for your language
More, your passions
It would be easy enough to love you for your music
I love you for your song
. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 8:33:58 PM | Three-quarter moon
timid, yearning glow--
forced to hang
in the coarse pressed paper
illusion of sky.
Movie stars
whom I'll never know
tease my glad-
rag perception.
Three-quarter moon,
you know what
I mean. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 10:37:05 PM | Hey Bic, lovely that is. I was reading in the barn, that these westerners were sending us some heat waves.
A ssweet uggestion tonight set this off in my head, so I had to post it. You know when they just want out?
Can those winds be here by Saturday night?
Warm winds blow in from the west
Sends us gathering
Towels, blankets,
Car keys
And the half bottle of Shiraz.
Dirt roads
Billow behind
In the dry heat of summer.
Past forgotten farmhouses
Dark now with early risers
We drive through the field
Chain fence set back in place
Where we arrive
Midnight oasis
Mirror waters reflect you
In their depths.
Fireflies dance the horizons
And treetops backdrop the skyline
Bathing in moonlight
And you. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 12:32:34 AM | Hi Ravin
Noticed this at the end of your poem
Vielen Dank mein gütiger Herr
I spent two and a half years in Germany
From the Nord Sea all the way down to southern Bavari/ Berchtesgaden /
Different ways to say thanks from one end of the country to the other.
All these thanks are for you for sharing your thoughts through out the year
1. Danke! … Thanks! Thank you.
2. Danke schön!....... Thank you!
3. Tausend Dank! ……. A thousand thanks!
4. Danke vielmals! ……. Many thanks!
5. Recht schönen Dank! …… Many thanks!
6. Ich danke Ihnen/dir! …….. I thank you!
7. Ich bin (Ihnen/dir) sehr dankbar für. .I'm very grateful to you for...
8. Vielen Dank! ......... Many thanks!
9. Mit tiefer Dankbarkeit! …… With deep gratitude!
Ravin always has a cause
I imagine her writing all day and all night
Sun light, twilight, lamplight, starlight
Writing never slows, never stops,
More like a never ending drumbeat
Once started you can not stop
Not now, not while the world is bleeding
Half the planet now needs reseeding
I read today
Armed loggers working in Brazil's vast forests
have driven the Indians from several villages
Rain Forest devastation now twice as fast
5,800 square miles is burnt or cleared each year
At that rate how long will the Amazon rainforest last?
The Amazon Indians will be a thing of the past
But closer to home
The cat arches it’s back and stares at you
The cat senses the drumbeats too
The cat knows it’s all too true
In the civilized world
People haven’t a clue
what to do
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Posted: 7/27/2007 1:26:11 AM | Why Eyeguy, that was wonderful. Thank you so much. Yes, I do love this world a lot too. And struggle with what to do. With every tree bare, we make desert, and my heart breaks brittle bones.
Dollar store children enslaved in cramped positions of forever, and flesh is sold by the pound, the smaller the size, the bigger the price. And yet, in the midst of all this hell, one can still fall in love. That's the beauty of it. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 7:45:37 AM | | You say Ravin's writing is a never ending drumbeat, Eye Guy. Then her poems posted throughout the forums are their heartbeat. Thanks Ravin. Helen | |
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