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Posted: 4/27/2008 8:22:16 PM | | Expat and Jujubee....beautiful writes ladies! Wonderfully touching...please don't be strangers here. | |
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Posted: 4/27/2008 8:35:23 PM | Eyes to the stars
reaching for all I can
be
mind speaking truth
heart following
laughter
friendship of the
soul
(good to see you back here, feels like home now) | |
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Posted: 4/27/2008 8:40:11 PM | Thanks hun...luv ya lots!^^^
turns of the key
unlock hearts.
moments of truth
unlock fears.
a gentle touch
opens worlds.
love
heals. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 4:28:22 AM | Couldn't have said it better myself Manny!
Love does heal,
quickest potion around.
I'm with JuJuBee, welcome back Manny.
We love ya!
Lucky.  | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 6:28:29 AM | | Hey Lucky....thanks doll, love to see you visit here. Love you too. Come back soon. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 7:11:20 AM | K, My turn to give ya a piece!!!..... 
A perspective to see
looking back from the beginning
intrigued of your words there
to this the now
forever your heart has seen
Love, Peace and Serenity!!
Also, a captured
devilish playing....... .....love'n it
Very well rounded in Self!!!
Kisses and Hugs......uh huh and a little tongue..... | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 7:24:12 AM | Ahem!
Watch that tongue there ya naughty gal! Thanks for the write Hammy...come back anytime, love to see ya here. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 7:29:12 AM | Ahhhh....he speaks of love
as if
the ultimate fantasy
of the Mules Apocalypse,
arise the Zephyrs,
spreading the seeds
of toxic incantations,
for it is the disbeliever
who sits atop
the mountain,
Alone!! | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 11:30:22 AM | The minstrel cometh,
thus to capture,
if but for a moment
your ear,
that you may hear
soft, the melody of mine
heart,
for too long have I loved thee
without utterance,
for thou art beyond words,
yet I search but one!
One that you will know
of me in that sweet moment,
that my name shall touch your lips,
like a whisper, caressing thy flesh
like fingers of gentle wind,
as darkness falls upon us,
thy passions call out my name,
you have known me,
Alas! the minstrel
plays our song. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 11:34:30 AM | Ahhhhhh! That this be my safe place,
that I may seek thy refuge,
away from tormented souls
and poison tongues.
Finally silence, we meet again,
let me bask in thy richness,
but for thee would I lose
my sanity.
O' great solitude, embrace me
once more, heal mine spirit
with thy warmth, that a rose shall
blush my cheeks, hear me now! | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 12:31:53 PM | *smile* .. I will play with this a bit more
to capture the right flow, but here is the
first draft. Appreciate the inspiration.
The minstrel came
The village gathered
The women unwrapped their scarves
And danced as unfolding flowers
Muted, peasant’s colors transformed
Into comely elegant adornments
Inventively fluid
The surprise of their grace
Unchecked approval
On each man’s face
And it came to be that music
Was heard in the village forever after
You see, before the minstrel
Women danced for themselves
Expressing their passions privately
But on the day of the minstrel
The village beheld
It is in the eye of the beholder
Seen through her dance, where
A woman speaks of herself completely | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 12:46:33 PM | | Wow! Expat....that was just incredible! Lovin the transformation from the Minstrel, thank you sweet lady | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 4:30:03 PM | Thank you, Mandrake. 
Now I wished I'd waited so it didn't feel like a double post to put up the finished version. This sort of rhythm isn't commonly easy for me, but the words sort of worked themselves into this alignment. Took longer than usual to make it all fit.
The minstrel came, the village gathered
The women unwrapped their scarves
They laughed, they danced, they bloomed that day
Unfolding as new season’s flowers
The lute transformed their muted garb
Into comely, elegant adornment
Inventively fluid, their grace a surprise
The men’s unchecked approval, ancient
And it came to be that music
Was heard in the village forever more
You see, before the minstrel’s magic
Women danced only behind closed doors
But on the day of the minstrel
The village peasant’s beheld
It is in the eye of the beholder of dance
Where a woman speaks truth of herself | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 4:35:07 PM | | Hiya Expat....you did a wonderful job with that piece. The flow is great and so is your transformation of it. Thank you for your efforts to bring it to life.! | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 5:58:11 AM | The symphony of silence,
notes float
unheard,
crescendos, pitches,
aurical reception
invigorating,
stimulating the senses,
a masterpiece!
Bravo.....encore!
applaud the
conductor! | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 6:39:40 AM | In a Dream
Far away from this place,
between here and there,
my world opens
into a field of dreams,
consumed,
yet somehow
transformed
to a gentle land
of love,
where tears
become rare gems,
liquid flowers
in a garden of Eden.
and in this place,
my feelings flow
like a waterfall,
free and gentle,
flowing to eternity | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 7:06:29 AM | Sumpin diffrint
Hey! yo mama
hola atch yo man
lissin up mama
cause I gots da plan.
Lets git down ta bisnis
ifs ya kna wha mean
cause ya know mama
I's da best ya seen.
gives me sum lovin mama
cause ya know dats da plan
jus shake ya booty mama
cause I'm da man, I'm da man!
*Mandrake*....a.k.a. Mancryp! | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 7:48:55 PM | Eternity, in it's childhood,
playing with forever,
endless time with no beginning
and no end,
just a game of tag
with yesterday and tomorrow,
where time never stops,
and life
just
is! | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 8:18:49 PM | words touch deeply.
symphonies performed
pictures painted
magical visions dance
with
words chosen.
so perfect.
i smile, cry, laugh, feel.
your words
touch
deeply. | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 8:24:10 PM | | Hiya Rose! How nice to see you here. Thanks for your addition to my place, helps brighten it up. I appreciate your words sweety. Don't be a stranger! | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 9:38:41 AM | luscious juice drips
d
o
w
n
chin
ambrosial
nectar of
gods
succulent
ruby flesh
orgasmically
delights mouth
another strawberry
picked warm from
lobbed leaves
mouth
waters in
anticipation | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 5:49:07 PM | I live in a quiet little traditional barrio.
It's a lovely place with the best neighbors I've ever known.
This truly made me smile!
heheh
Betta Be Sumpin Diffrint ..
Wha’cha lookin’ at o’Man?
Ya wann summa dis?
Ya tink you got it
To get you summa dis barrio booty?
Lemme look you over.
Ya gon’ give it ta me slo ‘n sweet
Or you gon’ bang dat headboard?
‘cuz you kno I likes it bote ways
Well, come on din…..
If you tank you gots da patience
Ta figga me out
Cuz if'n ya do, yo fo suure gon be da Man!
~ expat57 .... a.k.a. gitana
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Posted: 4/30/2008 6:40:49 PM | Where the feelings calm
Subsiding storm
missing from the depth
thankful yes? moreso...mindful of the day he was born
easy to open up
harder to hear
maybe
i've changed my mind
wrong is hard to say
it tastes like dirty potatoes from the garden
didn't i know
he would come around
holding my head on his chest
making nary a sound
holding me while tears subside
just listen to me...please
i mean it
this time
move home to me
i'll be there soon
i'd sooner kiss the sky
or rope the moon
waters troubled under the bridge
we live
we learn
we begin again
when you coming home mom
i miss you so
i wish it were that easy
to turn around and go | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 9:05:14 AM | Rose....truly hun, ya had me goin with that one! I really enjoyed that write, thanks for the image! Loved the flow too!
Expat....you devil you! What a perfect come back! I love the way you bounced that off mine! Couldn't stop laughing! Love the humor and fun.
Jujubee....what a beautiful piece of writing! Loved how it carried from one line to another....great flow and very touching!
thank you all for gracing these pages, I appreciate it very much. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 9:29:17 AM | Something a little different, a bit of humorous poetry
I had no munee,
I was so baroque,
I thought I would dye,
or have a stroke.
I went to the banque,
To take out a lone,
But all they would do,
Was throw me a bone.
My investment in oyl,
And natural gas too,
Turned sour when I farted,
And turned the earth blue!
Heaven won't take me,
and neither will hell,
Now I'm stuck here on earth
In this ungodly smell!! | |
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