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Posted: 11/18/2007 10:53:14 PM | Home from the east, ya, I got it bad, no hope of recovery for me either.
But , We'll be here to cook breakfast, I make a mean black rice and coconut milk breakie that will warm your winter blues away.
The sun has kissed me awakened
Golden and glowing
In the full warmth of light
Mornings, afternoons,
There is no time in this world of ours
This place of love
Ripples of honey silk
And jasmine
Moonlit pillows
Taste of the ocean on your skin
Rocking me in waves
That crash against the shores of perception
Awakening awareness
Fingers trace softly
Memories and moments
Song and stories shared
Hearts beat together,
Breath drawn as one
A moment, an hour, a day
There is no time in this world of ours
This place of love | |
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Posted: 11/19/2007 3:39:16 AM | I have my youngest son begging me
To show him your dancing pic repeatedly
His giggles make me laugh too
Then I saw this pic of you
Contagious smile you have
Son was disappointed cause
You have no pink tongue!!!!
I still think you have a cheeky grin
It’s a beautiful photo of you  | |
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Posted: 11/19/2007 4:47:44 PM | oh, he likes the monster in the other place? you can "steal" it, save it and take it to photobucket and then he can look at it forevah...I'll stop in with more monsters....I have quite a few...
Everyone likes the photo....the smile is so wide it's a little cadaverous...ah well....I was smiling at Bella, my grandaughter.......
Ravin, not sure what that is, but I never met a food I didn't like...it's wonderful you're so happy....
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candy
don't speak
you'll rue the day
when you drove
good things away
taste love
on your tongue
hold the sweet
till bitterness dissolves
rancor cools hot feet
and tenderness
holds sway
LS 9/30/07
Patchworking, Shelter me.....home | |
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Posted: 11/19/2007 7:50:41 PM | | Tis a *gorgeous* grin, Briz! Almost as great as the poetry! | |
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Posted: 11/19/2007 8:03:51 PM | | great smile brizo,a beautiful smile to match a beautiful soul | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 6:50:41 AM | YOU are cracking me up bad
Last time I show the “young” my site
Cause I have to admit
Four times is not enough
A man would be capable of five times?
Still he’d never understand
My sister making me laugh in the middle of it?
Make it six times…then we’re all laughing?
you ARE a mutant lol...last book I just read was by Koontz...should we team up...we'd be on the best seller list forever after xxx | |
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Posted: 11/24/2007 4:14:48 PM | Wooby and Joe, Thank you! I now get three views a week, which is a 150% improvement....
AD, I'll be baaaack.....(done in my best Ahnold voice).....
the ghost of Christmas past (for Julian and Mom)
as I walk on
I'm missing some
who have fallen
dead
beside me
some of my blood
some of my heart
I carry them
inside me
LS 11/24/07 | |
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Posted: 11/24/2007 5:17:56 PM | I am a romantic Bedouin
I am a romantic Bedouin,
Walking across the endless desert of this lonely night,
These burning sands of time shifting slowly beneath my feet,
Dwarfed by this endless horizon of emotions,
Defining me while holding me in it's grasp.
My soul is parched, and yet each time when all seems lost,
Your love guides me like the bright crescent moon ever onward,
Just across the next horizon, hanging there,
So large and inviting I can almost reach out and touch it,
And cradle it softly in my hands.
Let me find the strength to reach that dream oasis of your love,
And find it's not again a mirage, another empty disappointment,
Another crushing blow,
And to find shelter there, a chance to rest,
And swim gently in the deep calm water of your love,
A journey ended, and yet also just begun.
I am a romantic Bedouin. | |
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Posted: 11/24/2007 5:36:39 PM | MG, wow.......just wow......I'll light a candle, my friend......hope she knows what a prince among men she has attracted...... | |
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Posted: 11/24/2007 8:19:01 PM | To honor Michael Hutchence, my favorite INXS song.....
INXS LYRICS
"The Stairs"
In a room above a busy street
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listen to by the walls
We share the same spaces
Repeated in the corridors
Performing the same movements
Storey to storey
Building to building
Street to street
We pass each other on the stairs
Storey to storey
Building to building
Street to street
We pass each other on the stairs
Listen to by the walls
We share the same spaces
Repeated in the corridors
Performing the same movements
The nature of your tragedy
Is chained around your neck
Do you lead or are you lead
Are you sure that you don't care
There are reasons here to give your life
And follow in your way
The passion lives to keep your faith
Though all are different, all are great
Climbing as we fall
We dare to hold on to our fate
And steal away our destiny
To catch ourselves
With quiet grace
Storey to storey
Building to building
Street to street
We pass each other on the stairs
Listen to by the walls
We share the same spaces
Repeated in the corridors
Performing the same movements
Storey to storey
Building to building
Street to street
We pass each other on the stairs | |
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Posted: 11/26/2007 8:08:57 PM | Cider
goldens, oranges, russets
deep and vibrant
apples ,pumpkins
squash and corn
time to store
time to mend and fortify
while harvesters blaze
late into the night
gathering abundance
and deer lock velvet horns
for supremacy
autumn is life distilled
reduced, rich stock
repleted we drowse
before winter lays
her white blanket
LS 10/05/07
Age of Innocence, Great virtue? | |
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Posted: 11/26/2007 9:14:16 PM | Cat Tails
Tonight the cell phone rang with
A video message
A little meow
And she rolled over
In her cutest pose
I could here her Mummy’s voice
Speaking softly in the background
“Brooklyn, say hi to your grandmother”
A prelude when one day it will be
A baby smiling sweetly on my phone
But for now I am content
It’s just a cat.
They left her alone for the weekend
She is still just a kitty with her mischievous ways
And they are practicing their parenting skills
My baby and her young man playing house
I was blessed to have them here for the weekend
Without the cat who was left behind
With a visit from a neighbour
To make sure she was fed and safe.
When they returned home last night
I received a message
Tales of the cat
They were greeted by socks every where
From one end of the house to the other
Including the litter box
Their sock drawer had been pried open
The laundry basket tipped over
And the neighbour said when he came to the door
He was greeted by this little ball of fluff
With a sock in her mouth
I think they need to teach her how to clean up
After her adventures. | |
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Posted: 11/29/2007 7:41:45 AM | Autumn, that's too funy.....I've heard of cats who unrolled the entire TP roll and shredded it all over the house...
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thumb sucker
He never could find her
It cost him dear
dragging his well worn heart
behind him
by it's frayed edges
like a child's blanket
at night
fetal
his hands reach
out
grasping
empty space
LS 10/20/07
first, last and Late Starting Dawn | |
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Posted: 11/29/2007 7:48:52 AM |
you ARE a mutant lol...last book I just read was by Koontz...should we team up...we'd be on the best seller list forever after xxx
Actually, I have a really good idea for a book, from a smoke soaked conversation I had back in my twenties, one of those "philosophical conversations" you have when you're with a good friend, in an altered mental condition, and putting together a crossword puzzle.....I've saved the idea ever since, just in case I ever have the ambition to write a novel....
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cortland
dazzling child
of pedigree
succulent
fine grained
white flesh
tart and delightful
blushing
princess
of autumn's
gleaning
oh cortland!
you give apples
meaning
Late Starting Dawn, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 5:16:20 PM | fireside
wonderful reprieve?
if only....
in my dreams
you visit
surfacing.
not politic
to reveal -
in mirrored glass;
my own
desire,
what could
not be
discarded
on the pyre
LS 11/3/07
first, last and Fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 12:06:12 PM | blue eyes
I was never
a fan
of blue
then came
you
those eyes
suddenly
my favorite
hue
LS 10/31/07
om's palms | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 3:02:26 PM | PEACHES
Lying in another bed, my lover
dreams of rough-skinned peaches,
plentiful and free.
Around the base of the tree
a ring of children run,
taunting her. Years later
she will lie in anyone's arms,
peach juice down her chin, and wonder
if they were part of that gang.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . J. Newman Sudden Proclamations copyright 1992 | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 4:22:11 PM | My little kitty is a beauty with her exotic looks
I know if she was a woman she would be a knock out
A long haired tabby with perfect markings but she has a temper
When she was just a babe she was into everything
Traipsing through finger-paint and paw prints
Across the kitchen floor
She would just give you the look
It wasn’t me I didn’t do it
It was the twins!
She would dig in all my potted plants
And spread dirt on the white carpet in the living room
Had to barricade that to off limits
When one of the twins was crying or just not sleeping well
She would sit outside their door running back and forth
Like a little mother worrying
For a minute I thought she was more like the dog
From Peter Pan - the one who took over like a nanny
She seems to get pms periodically and will chomp
She bit my eldest’s boyfriend when they were home
For your thanksgiving
Got him good too
The little monster
You would think at 13 she would know better
She is around 70 now our years it says
You would not know it though
I could not ever live without a cat. | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 4:54:00 PM | Hi, I'm new here and I too enjoy writing and reading poetry. I think it's great that you've created a thread where we can share our passion for writing. I'll be posting periodically and I hope you like my work.
In the moments before sleep claims me
I think about my heart’s desire
Love flows around and through me
I float away into the fire
Darkness gives way to blinding light
Music pulses with a life of its own
I seek my bearings with all of my might
This place that fairies call home
I begin to dance as light as a feather
Swirling amongst the fairies
Twirling with quiet grace
Dancing without a care in world
I feel his presence strong and true
Dancing with masculine grace
I feel his strength and confidence
Never seeing his face
We dance endlessly
Sensing the familiar but afraid to love
His arms close around me
Quickly I feel I’m home
The dance continues, breaking the spell
I fight to hold on to what could be
Reaching out in desperate plea
But farther and farther he drifts away
The music grows silent as darkness returns
I awake in my bed alone once again
One tear shed for what might’ve been
But hope remains for what might still be
© 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved. | |
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Posted: 12/2/2007 10:23:39 PM | Hey Jer, just don't shake the tree....
Autumn, I have had a cat ever since when....I tried not having them, after the girls moved out, but I missed it....then my sister had a cat that wasn't getting along with any others, and that's how I got Polly...
legaleagle 224, thanks for stopping in......hope you find your dance partner...
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gardening
the primal
assertation
of life
that
miraculously
rebirth
will
prevail
11/03
Shelter me Home, Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 4:50:48 PM | cruel shoes
I'll forget the one
who's heart now bleeds
remove the heel
of my cruel shoe
hurts so good
his pleasure pools
and spills
I cup
my waiting hands
to catch
ecstatic thrills
Ls 10/25/07
first, last & om's palms, Me.....and my shadow | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 7:14:54 PM | nine months
surreal
an unmet
family member
kicks and swims
in amniotic warmth
rehearsing the untried role
of parent
readying your life
your home
the very vagueness
of the entity inside
escaping categorization
birth day arrives
before it is over
you are in love
you would lay down
life itself
for the strangely
familiar stranger
LS 11/04/07
Daily Poet? | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 8:17:18 PM | | I ditto wooby! Loved nine month poem! Beautiful! | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 8:32:00 PM | What a beautiful memory Brizo and one I will never forget.
When the ultrasound showed two little guppies
In the pond of reproduction
I almost fainted dead away
A strange twist
I had only wished for one
Healthy babe to grow in my heart
And now faced with two sets of wiggling feet
And flailing hands I could not distinguish
What was up or down for that matter
The butterflies inside
Were the northern lights
Flying about in all angles to perceive
What a party they had inside me
As I bore the weight of apprehension
Visibly growing as a woman
To the challenge.
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