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Posted: 8/25/2007 6:45:09 PM | Deep within the morning mist,
a quiet cry of melancholy
echoed faint in whispers wet,
forming tears upon the wind.
Cries again, louder still,
The tears began to fall,
Bleeding on the morning,
As the weeping willows call. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 6:58:02 PM | Lost, like a memory,
Fading, distant, faint,
blackness devouring
all that was,
all that is,
that is yet to be,
the blindness cannot see,
there are no thoughts,
no perceptions,
just a void
of darkness,
fallen
like a warrior. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 7:16:45 PM | I came upon the "old one",
and listened as he spoke,
and as he shared his wisdom,
he whittled away
on a piece of wood.
I was lost in his stories,
hearing every word,
and the faint carving,
then he stood, quiet now,
and held up his creation.
He offered it to the skies,
a cross, with holes,
and it began to bleed,
just then, the world became silent,
and all was clear. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 8:10:43 PM | The galloping ghost of goulies glen,
wanted to gallop once again,
he gathered his steed,
and with breakneck speed,
was gone by half past ten.
He galloped and galloped,
and practically flew,
but what's a poor galloping ghost to do?
when the wife is awaiting
and still anticipating,
he'd be there in time for stew. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 9:27:51 PM |  Hiya my freind.........
Hope you enjoyed your pleasures in the woods....
the summer joys , you so much deserved!
This is just a hello...to you!
Hopin' all that you wished for...
has come anew!
This place hasn't changed much....
as ya can see!
Happy to see an old friend...
in this place!
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Posted: 8/26/2007 7:13:51 AM | | Thanks Champrins and Jules. Good to see you. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2007 9:32:15 AM | Deep in a wooded heaven,
away from the madding crowd,
I found that perfect silence,
and wished on a passing cloud.
I listened to rolling thunder,
and water that lapped the shore,
rain that danced on the rooftop,
and the creaking of an old wooden floor.
I walked in the mist of morning,
the freshness of nature's attire,
filling my heart and my senses,
as coffee brewed over the fire. | |
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Posted: 8/30/2007 7:30:29 AM | You've got a way with words, Mandrake | |
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Posted: 9/1/2007 9:44:25 PM | The dye was cast
and the line was too,
the poor ole ghost had nothing to do;
for his steed lost speed
as over he flew
right past the window,
in through the door
and found himself
wallowing in hot stew!
MD--I am back, and ready to play word games again.....
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Posted: 9/2/2007 3:05:31 PM | | Welcome back Virgo, good to see you back. Looking forward to sharing with you soon. | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 12:29:58 PM | True love exists only once.
In my life love
rested in your arms,
your heart entwined with mine forever
throughout time.
Heart un-beating,
Breath un-taken,
I stand in suspended life while
I wait for your return. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2007 5:59:56 PM | Arms gently unfold,
awaiting,
anticipating,
craving your heart beat,
against my chest,
come to rest,
and be one,
within. | |
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Posted: 9/7/2007 7:30:51 AM | Within this world
there is just one
who waits so still
anticipating
my restless heart
held in his hands
to be the one
come to rest within
his life, his love
his soul
fear cast away
I enter his world,
my heart tattered
soul in shreds
resting at last
my weary head | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 8:03:43 PM | I am darkness,
creator of night,
I am the sun,
creator of light.
I am the eagle,
soaring on high,
I am the wings,
that let you fly.
and yet
you fail
to know me. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 8:18:19 PM | From the top of the mountain
and far out to sea,
I hear the song of the sirens,
calling to me.
Their chant quite hypnotic,
as they quickly enslave,
sending ships and the sailors,
to a watery grave. | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 12:57:12 PM | We met in a hole in the wall;
truly, the place had holes everywhere I looked,
from the sawdust covered wooden floor
to the ceiling covered with flyspots.
A doubtful first encounter to be sure,
we floundered through the darkness of our words
and the room,
finding a narrow ledge on which to teeter
the beginning of our time.
We parted there too,
the sweet sorow made bitter by her long golden hair
and the intensity in your eyes.
Painfully I crawled backwards from inside the hole
As if giving birth to a new self;
I emerged into soft pillows of light
enveloping me, absorbing darkness
and spreading blinding Hope. | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 1:25:47 PM | We took our vows
one stormy day
exchanged our circuled gold
promising you
pledging me
eternal
love
devotion
faithfulness
forever
until
death
we
do
part.
Death?
Why
death?
Why
not
lost
love
neglect
affairs
always
until
Until?
Separate
bedrooms
lives
vacations
lovers
Until
finally
death
we
do
part.
Death?
No,
just
lost
dreams
nights
alone
starry
skies
unseen
together
Death
for sure
Our
love | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 1:39:04 PM | My course is set,
teak-- shining; pristine;
sails unfurled
hoisted and held fast.
Jib full and straining
mainsail newly replaced,
Underway at last.
Dog lying topside, sleeping lightly
Me, mug in hand
Squarely at the helm
Seabirds encircle overhead
Sun rising with ocean swells
A new day begins | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 2:03:45 PM | | virgo....lovely writes as always. Enjoy reading your posts. Thanks for your contributions. | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 2:29:29 PM | THE PROBLEM WITH JAKE
by carlylyn
"So," said Lynne, as she looked around the sunny kitchen where her best friend, Cory
was bent into the fridge, hunting for the cream.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Lynne asked as she stirred the newly retrieved cream into her coffee and looked at Cory.
"Well, I have a plan, sort of. I mean, I have thought about it and come up with several ways to make him stop, but I don't want to muck it up."
Cory's eyes darted around the room restlessly. This was the favorite room in her house, the house she shared with Jake.
Jake was a love, at least most of the time. There were those times when she knew he was totally devoted to her; the times they spent curled up on the sofa eating popcorn and watching a chick flick even through she could see he wasn't really into the movie; the way he always kissed her when she came into the room, and their special way of sleeping together, his firm body as close to hers as he could get.
There were other times, though, not so fun, when Cory suspected Jake had been up to something. These were the times he would not met her eyes, and his spontaneous kisses had ceased. He would stay out longer at night, and when he came in he would sometimes sleep on the sofa.
"I want to handle this just right; I don't want to do something that will damage our relationship. In spite of it all, I love Jake and do not want to give him up."
Tears were resting in the corners of Cory's eyes and Lynne could see how much pain this situation was causing her friend.
"Okay, then, lets think this thing out," said Lynne.
"You need a firm plan, one that will not fail, let him know who is boss, in a loving way of course, and you need to get started now."
Cory and Lynne spent the remainder of the afternoon straning their brains until they finally came up with the perfect plan, the one that would let Jake know his games were over.
That night as Cory opened the door for Jake she said, "Oh, take your time, sweetie, but don't be out too long."
Jake looked in Cory's eyes and then turned out walked onto the deck, down the steps to the shut gate. He stopped suddenly, looked around at the door where Cory had been standing, but she had gone inside. The gate was locked and he did not have a key...
Cory went to the door to peek at Jake. He was just standing there looking helpless. She opened the door and called to him to come back inside so they could talk. Jake climbed the steps and walking through the door, looked at Cory sheepishly.
"From now on, mister, you will go out at night for a short time only. And when you come in the house you will kiss me like you used to, and curl up with me in bed. No more sleeping on the sofa!" Cory delivered these new rules with authority.
"And another thing: you will not hide your mistakes any more. If you need something from me, just ask. I am tired of finding yellow puddles in the kitchen, and brown dried up 'sasuages' in the foyer on the new Persian rug."
Jake ducked his brown furry head and knew he was a done dog.
Cory lifted his chin and said to her best friend, "Jake, you and I are going to be together for a long time. I know getting used to a new place is hard, but together we will work it out. Just go to the door and let me know when you need to go out..."
Cory petted Jakes's head, then grabbing the roll of paper towels from the counter, she went into the foyer.
As she looked behind her, Jake was sleeping soundly on the sofa. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 7:10:10 AM | | Awwww Virgo, that was such a cute write, I loved it. Thanks for that! | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 8:12:15 AM | Tears fall.....unwept
she crept..........
away.....hiding,
not confiding
her worst fear,
still unclear,
too much to bare,
she lay down,
and died. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 11:56:13 AM | Faded, dark,
real to unreal,
focussed blindly,
senses
paralyzed,
senseless,
illusions, shadows
creeping, ghostly
apparitions
haunting the soul,
intangible,
liquidation
of sanity
dispersed,
scattered,
like seeds,
in a black hole. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 4:16:23 PM | Black hole implodes
soul uloads
debris of love
no longer
a
load
of
senses paralayzed
ghostly shadows
creeping
like
apparitions
haunting the soul
intangibly
liquidating
sanity
scattered like seeds
within
a black hole | |
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